Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora. Plot is mine though.

Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath

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Chapter 3

A freshly lit cigar hung at lips. Gloved hands gripping the steering wheel as Logan manoeuvred it across the icy stretch of road that twinkled innocently as the tyres strolled over a little jittery.

The occasional flash of eyes to the rear view mirror, which showed the top of his companion's head. Aurora was barely in contact with the world around her. Sullied eyelids drooping over glazed eyes as they stared soullessly out the window, no flinching of eye lashes as objects soared into and out of view. Logan cleared his throat quietly, passing her a full on glance as his head turned, frowning at this unresponsive form. He inhaled on his cigar, fingers removing it from lips.

Logan was snapped from the silent environment when a voice, quite simply popped into his head.

^Logan? You're travelling back early.^ Came Charles Xavier's voice from inside his mind. Charles was the Head Professor at Xavier's School for the Gifted. Charles had built it as a haven for young and old alike to take refuge from the out side world and to develop their skills and to control their powers. Logan had come across it quite by accident way back when he first met Rogue.

Logan made a soft rumble from his chest at this. He never liked the idea of someone inside his head, not when they came uninvited.

"Ever tried knocking?" Said Logan aloud, sending a stream of smoke from his mouth.

A hint of amusement crept into the professor's voice, ^Unless you want severe headache and devastating nausea, I'd say no to that.^

Logan grumbled softly, words rolling off with the next exhale of rich smoke, "Yeah well. I found something at Alkali Lake alright."

^Oh?^

Logan took a firm glance to the ever still female on his passenger seat, "Found someone. She's only just alive."

There was then a severe disturbance inside his head, which led him to coughing as he inhaled smoke up his nostrils, "Charles? What the?"

^Sorry Logan. I'm taking notes of this conversation. Scott is right beside me. He thought you had found Jean.^

There was a slight moment of humming inside his mind in the telepath signal meant that Charles had paused.

"No." Logan answered with a faint rumble from his throat, "No. It's not Jean."

^Then who?^ Came the inquisitive reply inside his mind.

Logan shifted slightly in his seat, drawing the car to a halt as he pulled inside a small car park that was inhabited a few cars that sat peacefully under snow blankets, "Not sure who yet. Her name is Aurora. She was - "

He was cut off as a firm reply came and interrupted his thoughts,^ Logan! After what's happened there how can you know it's safe to go up to any individual lurking around that spot?! She could be a perfect trap for us!^

Logan was now the one who got firm, "Look!" He replied loudly, ever though it made no difference to Charles's technique of picking up his voice, "I found her trapped in the snow. She's not an enemy, she's a survivor. She survived from Stryker's lab... Like me." He added softly, pausing from his intake of his cigar as he looked across to her, "Why?" He murmured roughly, "Don't like me picking up the strays, Wheels?" He leaned back in his seat, a hand turning the keys, the engine died away with a faint purr.

There was a sigh that echoed across his temples, ^How badly hurt is she?^

"She's not even responding to anything I say or do."

^Then how did you get her name?^

"The infamous tags.." Logan said quietly, frowning down upon Aurora.

^You've stopped?^

"Yeah, going to get some rest. This weather takes it out of you." He said softly, exiting the car.