I DO NOT KNOWN ANY OF THE X-MEN OR ANYTHING RELATED TO THEM.

Chapter 4

"Here we are." Logan said as he opened the door to Sarah's room, "I don't know what you're used to so I can't say whether you will be comfortable or not here." He said as he dumped her belongings on the bed.

"I am, I mean in my room, I'm comfortable, uh..." Logan said not knowing exactly what to say, and tripping over his own words. "There should be come clothes in the dresser, if you need them. They are not much and some are pretty stupid looking, but uh..."

Sarah laughed and shook her head. "I'm sure they are fine, and the room's fine. Everything's fine."

Yeah, Logan thought, everything is fine, expect for the fact that I can't remember you. "See you." He said to her as he turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Sarah asked sitting on her bed.

"Out."

"You know I remember hearing a saying once that said, 'Asking saves a lot of guess work.' So," she said getting up and walking over to him, "is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Shouldn't I try to remember things for myself."

"You could and we would be here forever waiting for you to remember, or you could ask me some questions and I could help jump-start the process."

"You seem to be a very calm person."

"Being around you I have to be. I know you don't like sudden and quick movements."

She was right about that. "Fine," Logan said, "how long have we been married?"

"Seven years."

"Seven years?" Logan said angrily. "How could I have forgotten seven years?"

"You did not forget seven years, Logan." Sarah responded her voice calm despite Logan's outburst. "You forgot me."

"I don't understand, what's the difference?"

"The difference is," Sarah said sitting back down on the bed trying to figure out how to explain, "when you were part of the Weapon X you were trained to fight, to kill. During the training they erased your memory of who you had been, not you memories of how to talk, how to eat, how to read a map, how to fight, stuff like that. That would be pointless. Forgetting me is a lingering effect of the process. Sometimes you forget your memory of me not your memory of your life. Do you understand?"

"Some." Logan admitted, "How come you know so much apart my past. The Weapon X memory stuff?"

How did she know that, for a moment Sarah drew a blank, then she said, "It's just part of the past we figured out together."

"Fine, now I have another question, how old are you?"

"Twenty-five. We were married on my eighteenth birthday."

Great, Logan though, more for Scott to eat up. Then looking back at her, "What are your abilities. I mean you are a mutant right."

Logan noticed that the question had upset her. She quickly turned away from him and looked at the wall.

"Yes," she said quietly turning back to him, "I'm a mutant."

"You OK?" He asked concerned.

"Yes, sorry, your question caught me off guard" Sarah said, the calm and confidence returning to her voice, "I have advanced healing and little aging, like you, superior strength, and..."

"And what?"

"And I can fly."

"You can fly?"

"Sort of, I float mostly. I can raise myself up out of danger. I can't really go anywhere. I can't just decide to fly to Chicago and just take off. I only go up and sometimes a little over."

"Whoa." Logan said. Did she know I hate flying, or is she the reason I hate flying, "Well I better be going now. Let you get settled. I'll see you at dinner."

"Bye." Sarah said knowing it was pointless to try to keep him longer. "If you have anymore questions, come ask me."

"Fine." Logan said and walked out the door.