***DISCLAIMER- Still do not own characters....wait a minute....HOLY CRAP, I do own a character...Anaka Riker, she's MINE ALL MINE!!!!! muahahahaha.....

A/N: Sorry if this is crap, but I'm trying really hard.....promise.

She awoke with all the force of a train wreck and feeling like one too. Anaka sat up wincing at the utter pain she felt in her body. Logan had fallen asleep in the chair beside her bed and the face he was making indicated clearly to her that he was having a nightmare. She thought it best not to bother him at the moment and instead decided to give walking one more try. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed and sat in that position for a moment, realizing her eyes were fixed on the rough man sitting in the chair across from her. He looked so troubled...so much pain. She shrugged it off and put her feet to the cold floor.

"Well," she whispered to herself, "here goes." With that Anaka put all her weight on her feet and stood proudly.

'There, not so hard.' But as soon as that thought rolled through her head, her knees gave way and she found her self crouching on the floor. 'Great,' she thought 'still an invalid.'

Logan awoke quickly with the soft whimper Anaka had made when she hit the floor.

"What the....?" He said as he glanced to the bed and finding it empty, immediately looked to the floor. He quickly bent down and helped Ms. Riker stand again.

"Guess my body forgot how to stand too." She nervously laughed.

"Look, you just got to give it time." Logan said, sitting her back down on the bed.

"That's the problem....for some reason, I keep feeling I don't have a lot of that."

"Well, um...I promised you would meet the professor, so, you ready?"

"Well," she smiled, "I guess I have no choice, it's not like I could resist if I wanted."

"Right," Logan smirked politely, "well, c'mon, I'll help you." He draped her arm around his neck and his arm around her waist as they walked out of the room and down the hall. Anaka was looking around in amazment.

"Wow, this place is beautiful." She stated.

"Yeah, I guess it is." For some reason Logan was in no mood for idle conversation. His nightmares were getting worse and the attitude that followed was growing immensly. They reached a set of large double oak doors and Logan proceeded to knock.

"Come in." Said a man's voice from the other side.

Wolverine opened the door and found himself face to face with Cyclops, Storm, Jean, and Professor Charles Xavier. Logan gently sat Anaka down in a chair in front of Professor "X," which was clearly designated for her. Anaka nervously glanced around at everyone and Logan went and stood with the group.

"So," Charles began, "Anaka Riker."

"That's right." She said.

"I do hope you are feeling better." Charles smiled.

"Well, I could be better, but I'm alive."

"Yes, that is one way to look at it." Professor X said as he wheeled closer to her. "Does your memory still elude you?"

Anaka was confused, to her knowledge Logan hadn't left the room to tell anyone what she had told him, but she shrugged if off anyway and instead answered very cautiously,

"Uh, yeah, it does."

"Well, we'll just have to fix that won't we? The third heir to the prophecy can not afford to lose her memory."

Anaka stood up with a new found strength and Wolverine inched closer in case she fell,

"How the hell do you know that?!" She was more frightened than anything but wasn't about to let them know it.

"Don't be afraid, Anaka, we're here to help."

"No, I'm sorry! I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm kind of confused, how do you know about the prophecy? You know what? Nevermind! I-I need to go. Now!" Her legs began to give way as she spoke and she sat down with her head in her hands trying to regain her balance.

"Professor," Logan began, "this is too much for her, she needs more rest."

Anaka turned to Logan in confusion and in anger,

"What the hell do you know what I need?! I need to go. I don't know why but I can't stay here! I can't! Too many innocents depend on me! Please, just point me in the direction of the nearest bus station and I'll crawl there if I have to but I have to GO!" She yelled and Charles could feel the anger rising in her.



I can help you remember....

This voice Anaka heard in her head as if it were spoken outloud and she turned to Charles....

You do want to remember?

"Yes." She said defeated, with tears forming in the corners of her eyes, "I want to remember."

~

Anaka had spent most of the afternoon with the Professor and the X-Men and had agreed to stay for a couple of days until her memory came back. She now sat in her temporary quaters, the night hanging in the window, trying desperately to ignore the pain surging through her body. She was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling and felt her eyelids begin to droop, and just as her pain began to ebb, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she said rather annoyed.

When she turned her head in the direction of the door she saw Wolverine there. She could since he was nervous about something, but couldn't tell why.

"Oh," he stammered, "I didn't know you were sleeping..."

Anaka cut him off,

"I'm not. Just resting. Did you need something?"

"Well," he began, "I just wanted to apologize, I didn't mean to upset you earlier."

"It's okay, I shouldn't have exploded."

"Well, um, good. Settled. Are you comfortable?" Logan fidgeted.

"Logan, you don't have to check on me. I'm okay. Honest."

Logan smiled and turned to walk away...

"Logan," she called after him and he turned around, "thank you."

And with that the last image in her head before she fell asleep was a smiling Logan.

*****Sorry so short, but there was really no other way to end this chapter and really no futher I could go******