Title: Broken

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Note: I'm Dutch so my grammar probably sucks…

Note 2: ****** = Change of time or place

            …….=Telepathic speech

            Italics    = Thoughts

            ~……~ = Dreams

            *……* = Emphasis

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Logan shot up from his bed, claws extended. His breathing was rapid and his body trembled.  He searched the room with haunted eyes. No one…just a dream. He looked at his bed, the sheets were torn and there were holes in the mattress and in the wall. There was something else, a dark liquid. He stepped closer. Blood! He looked at his body, which was full of slashes, blood dripping from it. The images of him on the surgery table flashed through his mind. He panicked. No...I…what happened? No! Help… 'Ro He rushed out of his room. He went to the stairs to the loft, his night vision making it possible not to stumble on the steps. When he was upstairs he knocked on her door. When she didn't open it fast enough he called her. 'Ro…'RO! Wake up!'

Ororo, who was surprised by the sudden interruption of her sleep, opened the door and gasped at the sight of Logan standing in the doorway.

'Goddess Logan! You are bleeding! What happened? Get in my room, now!

'I…'Ro…blood…nightmare…' He winced when Ororo turned the light on and pushed him on her bed.

Ororo examined the wounds. 'It's healed already. It's just blood now, Logan. Calm down. What happened? Who did this to you? Is there somebody in the mansion? The alarms didn't go off. We must warn the others!'

'No.'

'No? But…'

'Nobody…nothing.'

'But Logan? I do not understand. Tell me, how did you get hurt?'

'I don't know.' He had calmed down by this time already.

'Did you have another nightmare?' Logan nodded.

'Tell me about it.'

'Okay, it was about Weapon X. Memories, but in weird order. I didn't understand. When I woke up I saw the blood and I panicked. That's why I went to ya. Sorry for waking ya up.'

'That's alright Logan. Can you tell me about those memories?'

'The surgery table, there were people cutting into me. Then, suddenly, I was in my cell and I was covered in blood.'

Ororo winced inwardly. 'Cell?'

'Yeah where they locked me when they didn't do experiments. Then I was fighting outside. There were a lot of soldiers.' He paused. 'I think I've killed them. Then they wiped the memories, I heard his voice.'

'Whose voice?'

'The leader…I guess.'

'I see, go on.'

'Then it became weird. I was somewhere outside…nothing happened 'Ro, there wasn't even a sound. It didn't make any sense. I was searching for something out there, but I don't know where it was. I think I knew the place though, I've seen it before in my dreams, but it lasted a few moments and then…'

'Then what happened, Logan?' Ororo asked friendly.

'Pain. So much pain. I was in that fishbowl, you know, one of those medical things. There were wires and tubes all over me. They hurt as hell. I wanted to pass out to block the pain, but they had drugged me up. So I tried to get them off, but I couldn't move my arms to get them away. Then I woke up, ya know the rest of the story.'

Her heart ached for this man, who was treated like he was nothing. How can people be so inhuman? How can you stand seeing someone in so much pain and do nothing about it? 

'Maybe you cut yourself during the nightmare. You said you tried to get the wires off of you and it didn't work. Maybe it did work in real time?'

'Yeah I was thinking that myself.'

'Thank the goddess you have that healing factor Logan. You could've killed yourself accidentally. ' 

'Yeah, well too bad I didn't.'

'Logan! Don't talk like that!' She actually hit him when she said that.

He ducked and chuckled 'Cripes, sorry darlin' then he got serious again. 'Do ya think that place in my dream had something to do with it?'

'I don't know for sure, but you said you knew the place. That indicates that there can be a connection between that place and your nightmares. So we might need to learn more about it. It's our only lead this far.'

'Maybe you're right, we should check it out…But how? I don't even know *where* it is.'

'Can you describe it for me?'

'Uh...there was snow and trees. So I guess it was in Canada in the woods. But there were no sounds, it was completely silent. That's all I…wait! There was this tree…it was different.' He frowned. 'I think it was a willow? Ya know, one of those curved hunchback things.'

'A pollard-willow.'

'Well, yer the professional, so I guess yer right.'

'But those are rare in the Canadian woods [A/N: I have no flamin' idea if that's true, but it is in this story  ;-)]. This could be a lead Logan. Try to remember if you have seen that tree before.'

'Easier said than done darlin'. My memories are a mess, ya know that.'

'I think you should try Logan, for your own sake.'

'Yer right, I should try.'  He closed his eyes and started concentrating on finding a memory of the curved tree. Ororo waited patiently for him to search trough his scattered memories. Logan sighed; it seemed hopeless, how the hell was he supposed to find a freakin' tree if he couldn't even remember his name. Just when he was about to give up, a memory flashed in his mind. ::He was in the Yukon, Canada. He was more an animal than a human, growling he made his way trough the snow. It was cold and the wind was cutting in the fresh wounds all over his body. He looked around wearily then crumpled to the ground his eyes open long enough to see the strange tree standing in the white snow like an old man::.

 Logan opened his eyes in shock and looked at Ororo. 'I remember! It's near the Rockies in the Yukon Territories. I just escaped from Weapon X, when I saw that tree.'