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

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Chapter 9

Logan, who had just finished the dishes, was now headed once again to his wife's room. He had not learned much at dinner, expect not to have a food fight in front of Xavier and any student could have told him that, and was now going to ask his wife more questions. As he walked into Sarah's room he found her wet, wearing only a towel, and looking through her dresser.

"Hey!" She said surprised, "Don't you ever knock?"

"Why are you asking me? Besides if you really are my wife what do you care?" Logan answered slightly amused.

"Well, don't just stand there," Sarah said shaking her head, "come in and close the door."

Logan did and then looked at his wife now that she was not covered with bulky clothes. He noticed that she was underweight. Not life threateningly under weight but she really needed to eat more. There was something else Logan noticed as he looked at her the faintly familiar smell he had noticed before had gone. "So, he said trying to start a conversation, "how did the examination with Jean go?"

"Fine," Sarah responded as she started getting dressed, keeping the towel around her as she did, "Jean made some commit about me not missing meals but other than that..." She let her voice trail off. "Where there any dishes left after you and Scott got finished?"

"What?"

"Jean told me about the fights you and Scott get into. So are there any dishes left?"

"There are a few." Logan said as he watched his wife get dress. As Sarah turned away from Logan to pick up the gown she had laid on the bed Logan noticed a scar about six inches long on her left shoulder blade. "I thought you had advanced healing powers?"

"I do." Sarah answered, not turning around.

"Then what's this?" Logan said running his finger along the scar.

Sarah froze. "It's nothing." She lied as she pulled the gown over her head and covered the scar.

"That's is not nothing, now tell me what happened." Logan responded, anger in his voice, then, when the thought hit him, fearfully, "Did I do that?"

"No, Logan, no." Sarah said quickly gently pulling him down to sit on the bed beside her, "You never purposely hurt me. Sometimes when the nightmares and flashbacks hit hard you would try to attack me, I was pushed out of bed a few times, but you never intentionally hurt me."

"Then how did that happen?" Logan asked again, calm coming back to his voice.

Sarah did not answer

"Did you remember?"

"What?" Sarah asked confused.

"The professor can read minds." Logan explained, "He read yours while you were in there this morning. He told me later that you were missing pieces of your memory? Your childhood? Do you understand? Do you remember anything?"

Sarah nodded slowly, then after a few moments of silence, then slowly and with little emotion said, "When I was fifteen my parents and my brothers were killed. We were going on a trip or a vacation I don't remember, anyway when we where driving a deer jumped in front of the Semi that was in front of us. Both the Semi and my father tried to stop but they couldn't. The Semi hit the deer and my father hit the Semi. I was the only one to survive, but during the crash I hit my head or something hit me and I lost my memory. The doctor said that it was weird because I did not forget the stuff I had learned in school but forgot who I was, who my parents were, my brother, and all of my friends. It was like I was a robot that they had turned on with a 10th grade education.

Anyway after the crash I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle, and their 23-year-old son Steve. He was back from college and still looking for work, while still helping his parents on their farm. He was the first that I knew who I knew was a mutant. He had strength and speed and hearing so power full he had to wear earplugs so sounds did not cause him pain. My aunt and uncle treated me well but apparently bad driving runs in the family and they were killed two years after I came to live with them. I was not with them."

As Logan listened he could hear her voice fill slowly with anger.

"After their deaths I was told I had to live with Steve, and that's when things went bad. Steve had had a friend who was also a mutant. His friend had once used his powers in public and the next day Steve said that these men came and took him away. He never saw his friend again. So Steve decided that he was not going to let that happen to him, or to me when he saw that I was developing powers, and he decided that we would keep are powers to ourselves but train and be ready if anyone came..." Her voice tailed off as she remembered what had happen.

"Did they?" Logan asked

"No, but there were times I wish they would."

"What do you mean?"

Sarah stood up and started pacing in front of Logan, clenching and unclenching her fists "While Steve's general idea was good," She said anger now fully in her voice, "to be come strong and able to use our abilities and fight back, his method, however, was flawed. While we both had superior strength his strength was still more powerful than mine and eventually the 'training' sessions as he called them became times where he just beat me. I tried to stop him but it was no use, he was too strong. That's how I got the scar on my back in one of his 'training' sessions he threw me against a table and the corner of it cut my back. I did not have my healing abilities yet so it left a scar."

"What happened to Steve?"

"How should I know?" Sarah shouted angrily, "I left when I was eighteen and then married you. I have not seen him in years and don't plan to ever see him again."

Logan did say anything he just watched his wife walk back and forth growing even angrier. Finally he got up and grabbed her arms, "Hey calm down," he said with uncharacteristic kindness, "it's over now he can't get you."

"I know that." Sarah spat, then realizing there was no point in being angry at Logan calmed herself down and said, "I just get so angry."

"Come on sit down." He said pulling her down to the bed. "Is that why you panicked this afternoon you thought you were in trouble for using your powers?"

"Yes, Steve forbid using powers outside the house. I don't know what happened. I just try so hard not to use my powers."

"Well," Logan said, "I would not worry too much about not using your powers here. They encourage it here."

"So I've seen." Sarah said, "Look I'm going to bed now. Why don't you go and have your little talk with your friends and I will see you in the morning?"

"How did you know I was going to see the professor?"

"Because I'm not stupid. You said the professor told you that I did not remember my childhood and I know he did not tell you that at dinner. So that means that you talked to him sometime before. Now that Jean has done her examination I'm sure the professor will want to have another talk. So go and I will see you in the morning."

"Fine," Logan said as he got up to leave, "just one more thing."

"What?"

"Where did you hide this afternoon? You promised to tell me."

"You really don't like Scott, do you?"

Logan just shrugged.

"In the library."

Yeah that figures, Logan thought "Thanks, goodnight." He said to Sarah and left the room closing the door behind him.

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