Disclaimer: Not mine, apart from Siannagh and Salla.

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"Logan."

"Professor."

"Do you have any idea why Aqua reacted so badly towards you?" Xavier asked. Storm had left the room, taking Salla with her. Beast had wandered away, sensing the fact the Xavier and Logan needed to talk. The room was still, and for a moment the only sound came from the delicate twittering of unidentified birds outside, their shrill songs drifting through the open window. Eventually, Logan shook his head. "Have you met her before?"

"Only once," he said. "About three years ago. I saw her in a bar making patterns on a beer spill. I warned her against it, and she left."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"I believe we have a problem then, Logan."

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"Come in."

Siannagh watched her new bedroom door open as Ororo walked in, Salla in her arms. The white haired woman took a seat on a wooden chair near her desk.

"What is wrong, Siannagh?"

Salla toddled across the room as Ororo set her down. Her little legs were wobbling dangerously but although she had only began to walk a month or so before, she was quite steady on her feet. The little girl latched herself on to her mother's legs.

"Ma-ma," she giggled, pressing her sweet, overly-skinny cheek against the knee.

"There is nothing wrong…" Siannagh said. Her voice trailed as if her mind were elsewhere. Ororo waited for a minute or two and sure enough, the young mother continued. "I recognise that man. I know his voice."

"From where?" Ororo asked, a sense of apprehension settling over her. "Do you mean Logan?"

"Yes," she whispered. Ororo had to strain to hear her as her voice lowered. "I think…I mean, I don't want to go around accusing everyone, but I think he is the man I saw in the park about two years ago, maybe a bit less. The one who…raped me."

A silence so deep Ororo felt she would drown in it settled over the room for a minute.

"Logan wouldn't do that."

"Are you sure?"

"No," she sighed. "He's unpredictable. If he was drunk…"

"Please, tell no one," begged Siannagh. Salla was still hugging her knees, looking vaguely bemused. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I may have got it wrong."

"May I at least talk to the Professor?" she requested cautiously. "If it was truly Logan, I should inform him. He will do nothing until he is sure, I promise you."

"If you must."

Rape. What a nasty word. The weather witch stood silently, patting Salla fondly on the head. "I will be back soon."