Logan and Sarah are not a couple, I'd appreciate no making fun of them in your reviews, though I do want those. This takes place after the second movie, so Logan knows where he came from, maybe he will learn more about his past from Sarah. You'll have to wait and see. That's all I have to say right now.

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Three days later Sarah was fighting with Storm.

"I will not!" She shouted.

"You've been here for three days and barely caught a glimpse of the other students!" Storm said. She and Sarah had become friends. In fact, Sarah was friends with almost every adult in the mansion, and on good terms with every other adult. But they were worried about Sarah. She had refused to meet any other kids, and wouldn't go to classes with them either. The end result was Sarah had spent the daylight hours in the professor's library, and then sleeping on the couch in Storm's room at night.

She also hadn't been eating much. Storm had brought her food from the cafeteria three times a day, but she often barely touched it, or ate very little. She said her claws made it difficult to eat, but no one bought it.

Now Storm was once again trying to get Sarah to attend one of her classes, without much success.

"I don't want to meet anyone else. I know all of the adults, so what's the big deal?" Sarah asked. She knew exactly what the big deal was. She hadn't gone to school since twelve, she hadn't graduated from the fifth grade, and she was in a school with kids that would probably accept her for who she was. Storm knew Sarah knew that, so she didn't bother replying. Instead she asked about the other problem.

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(Sarah)

What is wrong with these people? I mean, please tell me why I have to go meet other kids and watch as they have fun while I'm stuck with these stupid claws coming out of my hands. That was so clear, unavoidable. One of the first things you saw when you looked at me was my claws, and then, if my mouth was open a crack, you saw my fangs.

Kids used to call me Vamp because my fangs. Then they found out they were real and I was expelled for falling on a kid and cutting his leg open with my claws at recess.

My parents didn't help. They had just been able to deal with my new appearance, but slashing a kid's leg open and getting expelled from school was too much. I was on my own, not to come back or talk to them at all unless my problem was gone. Haven't seen them since.

Though the X Men didn't know my history, except the professor, but you think my claws would explain enough why I didn't want to meet any kids, even other mutants. Even if the others didn't understand, I thought Logan would. But it seems he agrees with the others.

Then Storm asked another question I don't like to talk about.

"Why don't you eat anything?" she asked. I stared at her. God, what was I going to say? Last time I gave her my 'claws in the way' excuse, but if that was true I'd be dead by now, and she knew it.

"I'm watching my weight." Oh yeah, that was going to work. I'm a skinny girl, in no mean in any danger of getting heavy. Actually, a doctor would probably say I'm too skinny, that it's not good for my health, that I should stop wearing knifes and teeth caps to pretend I'm a monster. I know that because I once went to one.

I don't know why I don't eat. Most of the time I'm thinking too much to be hungry. Then, when hunger does come, I suppose it feels good to me. Since I heal from whatever wounds I sustain quickly, it feels good to have my stomach hurt, have a pain I can't heal immediately. I guess it's like a connection thing. Other people hurt this way to, I'm not completely different from everyone else.

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Storm rolled her eyes, though she knew she wouldn't get a straight answer from Sarah. Just then Scott walked into the kitchen where Storm and Sarah had been fighting.

"Professor Xavier wants to see you, Sarah. You should get up to his office right away." Sarah looked at Scott.

"Er, thanks." She said. She left looking confused and a little worried. Storm looked at Scott.

"What's going on?" she asked. Scott shrugged.

"I don't know. I was walking by the professor's office and suddenly he called me in and asked me to find Sarah and tell her to go up to him." Storm thought for a moment, then hurried after Sarah.

Up in the professor's office Storm knocked on the door and went in. She saw Sarah, the Professor, and Logan there. Sarah was looking worried, so Storm went and sat by her.

"Welcome Storm, I thought you might come." Professor Xavier seemed happy, excited almost. He turned to Sarah. "I heard your refusing to take classes?" he asked. Sarah looked at the floor.

"I don't need them," Sarah mumbled.

"Is it because of your claws?" The professor asked. Sarah nodded, knowing he was a mind reader so it was useless to lie. The professor continued. "If you were able to retract your claws, like Logan, would you go to class?" Sarah looked up.

"Maybe," she said. The professor nodded and wheeled over to his desk. He pulled out a folder and then took out a black and white X-ray of a hand with claws sticking out. It was Sarah's hand. The professor handed it to her, then pointed to what appeared to be a rectangle right behind where her claws came out of her skin.

"That box is the reason you can't retract your claws." He said. "We took an X-ray of you while you were unconscious. There is a wide metal strip on each hand, behind your claws, that prevents you from retracting them. I believe that if we can break through the strips you will be able to hide your claws like Logan." Sarah and Storm studied the picture for a while. Logan became interested and walked over, peering over their shoulders.

"How are you going to do that? Surgery?" Sarah looked up from the sheet.

"No, unfortunately. It would be much easier, but you would heal immediately after being cut. There is one way, but I'm not completely sure it would work. And it would hurt, allot."

"How? I'll try anything!" Sarah jumped up. The professor looked reluctant to tell her, but she looked so excited he did.

"The strips are made of ordinary metal, not the super medal your claws are made from. If you could press them back hard enough, perhaps your claws would break through the metal and be able to retract. It would hurt allot, though."

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(Sarah)

Oh. My. God. I might actually be able to make my claws vanish! I would be able to make them disappear and, if I wanted, never bring them out again! I knew it would hurt, but I would recover, I always do. So I said yes.

The professor told me about how Storm would set it up. Tomorrow, he said, unless you want more time to prepare. I shook my head. I had waited for this chance my whole life, and I wanted it to come as soon as possible.

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The next day Sarah went down to the medical bay. She went to the room she had woken up in a few days ago. But the table was gone. Instead, on one wall, there was what appeared to be a giant orange presser.

'What the hell?' Sarah thought. Storm, who was standing beside it, saw her.

"Sarah!" she said. She looked a little worried, but Sarah went and inspected the machine. There was a huge block in front of a sort of harness. It had a pad for the head a back, and two metal bars stuck out, what looked like metal shackles hanging off them. The block was also metal, and attached to a giant screw.

"On your own, you wouldn't be able to press against anything hard enough to breakthrough the metal in your hands," Storm explained. "You back up to these pads, then buckle your arms in place so they don't go sideways in the middle of the process. Then the block of metal will press forward steadily until your claws go through the metal in your hands."

"But won't my claws go through the metal block?" Sarah asked. Storm shook her head.

"No, it's made of the same material. Neither your claws nor the block will give in, so the press should work. It's going to be painful, though. Extremely painful." Sarah shrugged. Several times she had woken up in the night, and nearly gone to tell the Professor she didn't want to try the press. But all she had to do was to look at her claws, and she was reminded why she had to try it.

Fifteen minuets later Scott, Logan, Kurt, and the professor had arrived. Sarah stood against the wall as Storm put the clamps down and latched them. Sarah took a deep breath and looked at the block again.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Storm asked for about the fifth time. Sarah nodded and exhaled. She was sure. Storm nodded and left the room, followed by Logan and Kurt.

"Good luck Sarah," The professor said. Sarah nodded and he left, leaving her alone with Scott. He looked at the girl who he had known barely three days. She was tough, and brave. He then spoke.

"If, at any time, you want to stop, just say so." 'Or yell,' he thought grimly. "I'll be in here, the others are outside. Ready?" Sarah nodded, so Scott went over to a small control panel. He looked at Sarah, who was taking deep breaths to try to get ready. "Good luck," Scott said. He pressed a couple buttons, and the machine started. It was loud, and for a moment it did nothing. But then it started forward, pressing Sarah's claws back.

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Before you send me flames, yes I know it isn't logical that they got the machine up and running in one night. They already had the press, so that part was taken care of. It was already assembled, so all they had to do was move it. Got it? I'll write more soon, I promise. Please review and all that, thanks to those of you who already have. It would be great to see what you have to say to this chapter.