***I forgot my DISCLAIMER...I do not own any of these characters, nor do I claim to know any "wiccan prophecy." This is for entertainment only. Once again, please R/R.***

Logan sat asleep in the infirmary next to Anaka's bed. She was still unconscience but Jean said she would be okay and just needed to let her body heal itself. Logan decided to wait. He barely slept these days, his horrid nightmares keeping him from REM, but he had been awake for nearly 21 hours and his body just gave in. He leaned his head on his arms that were resting on Anaka's bed and slept.

Wolverine was awakened by a soft movement. Anaka Riker was moving, slowly, but finally moving. She began to moan in slight pain. Logan sat straight up and watched her. He found her beautiful, angelic, and completely at peace, but when she opened her eyes...he saw pain.

The girl sat straight up so quickly it made Logan jump,

"What the..." she said looking around and touching the medical gown Jean had put on her. "What the hell is going on?! Where the hell am I?!"

Logan moved his hand slowly, unsure of her powers and not wanting to provoke them, and laid it gently on her arm.

She looked at him and suddenly her anger turned to fear,

"What is going on?" She asked, trying not to cry.

Logan stood up with his hands visible, he was taking no chances, and spoke softly, as soft as he could,

"You don't have to be scared. You were hurt and we were just taking care of you."

Anaka looked at Logan and suddenly realized she did not have any memory of what could have led her to this place,

"Wh-what happened?"

"I'm not sure," Logan began, happy she had calmed down but equally impressed with her anger,"two of our students found you lying on the beach. They said you fell out of the sky from a bright light. You have been unconscience since your, um, arrival this morning and God knows how long before that."

Her eyes were searching, for what she was not sure but they landed on Logan's with confusion,

"Did you say, two of your students?"

"Yes, that's right, this is a school. Um...well, you see, for um..."

"For what?" Anaka probed.

"Mutants." He said, slightly annoyed at her impatience, "It's a school for mutants."

"Mutants?" She was amazed, she had heard of mutants and met a few, but she never imagined there was a school for them. "Well, I should be going." She tried to get up and almost fell. Wolverine caught her. "Or, maybe I'll sit a bit more." She said as Logan gently put her back on the bed.

"Listen, I know you probably don't want to be here, but let us at least get you better and then we'll take you where ever you want to go." Logan couldn't believe himself. Why was he trying to compromise with this girl? Why did he care whether she stayed or went? Something was different. Something was off.

"Yeah, well, I really just need to go home."

"Do you remember home?" Logan was thinking of any possible reason to get her to stay.

"Yeah, I remember home, I just don't remember what, or who, got me here." She closed her eyes and ran a hand through her slightly matted hair.

"Well," Logan said, "just get some more sleep and in the morning, I'll take you to see the professor."

Anaka stared at Logan and then sighed, "The professor?"

Logan could sense that she had given in, "Um yeah, Professor Charles Xavier, he owns this school. Nice guy, empath, nothing to worry about."

Anaka swung her legs back under the covers and laid her head, which was suddenly very heavy, on the pillow, "By the way," Anaka said before going back to sleep, "what's your name?"

Wolverine smiled, "Logan, my name is Logan."

With that Anaka closed her eyes and was back asleep in no time. Logan sat down in his chair again, took a deep breath and stared off into nothing.

***Sorry this chapter was so short...hoped you liked it anyway.***