Green light. It was everywhere. It made my head hurt. I couldn't remember what had happened, or anything really. I blinked and opened my eyes. I was in a tank of green water, with an air tube in my mouth. There were people in white lab coats walking around, some preparing an operating table, some with clipboards discussing some experiment. None of them looked familiar. I could hear them faintly. They were explaining, well, me I think.

"So the green chemical speeds up the healing factor, right?"

"Exactly. The mutant's natural ability for healing is needed for the experiments to work properly, otherwise it wouldn't work. It's actually more of a power enhancer."

"When do we start the adamantium treatments?"

"A few hours. We should increase its medication to prepare it for surgery."

I slipped back into unconsciousness.

Murmuring. The clink of metal. Then pain shot through my arm. I opened my eyes again and tried to move away and found I couldn't. The people in white coats were cutting my arm, right down to the bone. They sort of hollowed away around it. Then they brought in what looked to be a mini vacuum attachment and it started to pour in what looked like a liquid silver metal. Steam poured out of my arm. I screamed.

"Should we restrain it? Increase the morphine?"

"No, more painkillers could jepordize the process. Besides, it has the healing factor doesn't it?"

"Healing and pain are two different things though."

"C'mon, what are you worried about? It's just a mutant, right? As long as it stays alive, we still get paid."

Blackness surrounded me once more as someone started to cut open my leg.

I awoke once more in the green tank. There were long gashes up my arms, hands, feet, and legs. My head throbbed and I could tell there would be a matching one around my forehead. I looked at my arm and could see the wounds visibly reducing. After a few minutes they were nearly invisible. I might be strong enough to escape now, but before I could do anything someone noticed I was awake and they had increased some dial on the computer. I felt myself loosing conciseness again. Before I went completely, I was left with one thought. Why?

I was once again on the operating table. There were people working on my hands again. They cut slits in between my fingers and inserted a thin, rectangualar shaft. They cut open the tops of my hands and it almost looked like they were soldering the mucles to it. After sowing up the top, they inserted thin blades into the shafts. One of them messes with a computer and I felt a small electric shock shoot through my body. I also felt the blades slide out between my fingers, though the skin that had just healed. It was not a pleasant feeling.

I was back in my tank and the most awake I had been for a long time. I was also angry. Really angry. Why? Why would they do this to me? I was still alive, still human, even if I was a mutant. Ah, exactly. I was a mutant. Mutants were just guine pigs to these people. And if I didn't get out, who knows what they would do next?

How did that work? With a roar of pain, I felt my claws slide out. Ah, there we go. Now it was time for *them* to feel pain, for once. I doubted if any of them had ever felt real pain in their lives. This thought just ticked me off further. I punched the glass in front of me. Aided by the claws, it cracked and I was carried out by the water rushing to be free. I blinked the water out of my eyes as the cuts caused by the broken glass healed. They were of small concern compared to what these people had done to me. I took my first real look around and to my surprise noticed another tank behind mine.

Inside was a man who was huge and blonde. He looked part animal. They were probably experimenting on him too. I started using my new claws to free him. I had cut the first few lines when I heard an alarm going off and footsteps. I ran and cut through a wall before I realized it was made of metal. I kicked through and was in an operating room. I rushed through, throwing the only doctor who tried to object against a nearby wall, knocking him out. They were working on someone. It all seemed so familiar, but I couldn't place it. No time to think.

I cut through three more walls before coming to an underground sewer. First ladder I saw I used to get out. Snow was all around me. I was just in a tshirt and shorts. Not even shoes. I did find a dog tag around my neck. One word. Wolverine. I saw smoke in the distance and started walking towards it. But it was cold, too cold. And then it was dark. Unfaltering, impenetrable darkness. An absence of everything.

I could feel time going by, but I was trapped in the darkness. I couldn't tell for how long. I felt something on my hand, something soft and fuzzy. My eyes snapped open and I tried to pop out my claws. They were gone. Maybe they had taken them out. The room spun before me. It was a lab room, but different from what I was used to. Maybe a hospital. They must have caught me. I had to get away.

It was then I noticed what the fuzzy thing on my hand was. It was someone else's hand. And a tail. He was blue and covered with fur. And he was really familiar. I couldn't place him. I sat up. "Who are you?" I said, too tired to run, but still cautious. "Beth, you're awake! Don't you remember me?"

"*Who* am I?" I felt different too. I was smaller than I remembered from the lab, and much shorter. Or maybe I was just bigger in the memory. That's right, it was all just someone elses memories. I remembered everything all at once. And trust me, for me it was quite an awful lot of memories. And very overwhelming. I think I blacked out for a few second, because when I opened my eyes, I was laying down again. Kurt. Kurt was looking down at me, very worried.

"What happened? I remember the danger room and Mr. Logan was trying to get me to fight him. So I tried to distract him with some of his memories and then…I think something exploded. That's what it felt like at least."

"You tried to get his *memories*? No wonder you've been out for three days. Not even the professor tries to read his memories. Its too draining. He doesn't faint or anything, mainly its Wolverine he worries about, but he still doesn't try."

"Why…Wait I've been out for *three days*?"

"Yep. And Mr. Logan's still out. He's been moving a lot though, twitching and stuff, even talking. You had everyone scared to pieces though. You just laid there, hardly breathing. At first we thought you did that dying thing, but Logan was unconscious too and the professor pick up your thoughts. Then we found a pulse. We'd thought you were really dead this time at first."

I was still trying to work things out. "What's wrong with reading Logan's memories?"

"He has sort of a, well, troubled past. He was experimented on earlier, before he came here. The people who did it locked away his memories pretty good. They got mind controlling mutants to hide them pretty good. And when the professor has tried to unlock them, he can only get flashes that weren't hidden good enough, and the deeper he looks, the worse Logan's headaches get until he's nearly unconscious and has to stop."

"Hmm, he only reads minds, right? If they were locked away, Logan wouldn't be able to think about them, right. Maybe that's why the professor had to go so deep, straining Logans mind and stuff. I found the memories though, they were locked up. Remember all the boxes from when I searched your memories? Everyone's got those, but his were locked up. That must have been what the other mutant did."

He looked amused. "You always try do explain everything, doncha?"

I smiled too. "Yeah, It's a habit. But it was weird though. It's like I *was* him. That's what it felt like, when I was in his memories. Even when I woke up, I still thought I was him. I couldn't even remember you. And I thought I still had claws."

"*That'd* be a funny sight, you with claws." Then the fuller implications hit him. "You mean you actually got into his memories? That's…"

But he was interrupted by a groan from the bed opposite us. Logan was waking up.