Title: Horror Vacuum

Disclaimer: Please can I have Logan? *Puppy dog eyes* No? Grrr....okay then, fine he's all yours

Summary: Weapon X stands on trail and Logan is called up as witness

Rating: Probably PG, we're talking Logan after all....

Warning:I am not familiar with the justice system in America or Canada. That's why I wrote this from Logan's perspective. I figured he wouldn't know these things very well either. As for the terms I had to use, I'm sorry if it's not correct. Besides that, my grammar is probably horrible, sorry 'bout that.

Note:   Italics are thoughts

 Telepathic conversation

            Flashback

We walk through the crowded hall into a hallway to the small room where I'll be waiting until they call me up. It'll take about 20 minutes 'till they do that. Chuck and I practiced the whole procedure once, so I won't make any mistakes. He's already in the room with Ben. As I sit on a chair and wait for them to call me up, I realize that I'm not nervous any more, not scared. As a matter of fact I feel nothing... It's like I'm empty.

Papers, papers and even more papers...Why the hell am I doing this anyway? I stretch a little as I look at the pile of papers in front of me. Ben, a friend of Chuck, told me I should fill in all the blanks... A lot of them stay blank...How the hell do you have to fill in y'r birthday or your last name when ya don't even know them yourself? Just freakin' great...So I stare at the pile for a moment and resume filling in the little stuff I do know about myself.

As I walk into the courtroom the emptiness I experienced before evolves in a sudden feeling of uncertainty. I scan the room quickly and find Ben and Chuck sitting in the seats in the back of the room. I walk to the witness box and say the oath before I sit down. Only then I dare to cast a glance to the first accused. What I see shocks me; is this one of the people that tortured me? Is this one of the monsters that haunt me in my sleep? It can't be...this is just a kind looking old lady! Chuck must have caught that stray of thoughts, 'cause I hear his mental voice in my head. Logan, calm down. Remember your healing factor. You may not experience the aging process, but anyone else does. This is one of the scientists of Weapon X that experimented on you, how strange it may seem. She's probably one of the eldest. He's right and I understand. I shift in my seat a little and than the guy who's probably the prosecutor starts asking me questions.

"Mister Logan, do you recognize the accused?"

"No…sir." Shit I almost forgot to call him sir, damn Logan don't fuck this up.

"Why don't you recognize her?"

"I lost most of my memories, sir."

"How did you lose them?"

"They wiped them"

"Who?"

"Weapon X, sir."

"How did they wipe your memories Mr. Logan?"

"I don't know, sir."

I call Nick that night. He's happy I'm doing this. He tells me not to worry about the shit I've done in my life. When I lay in bed I can't sleep, I stare at the ceiling and think about Weapon X. I'm not sure I'm the right person to witness against them. I can't remember most of the time I've spent there, so how I'm a supposed to testify? When I finally fall a sleep I wake up three hours later from a horrible nightmare…as usual.

I stroll around the mansion until a more reasonable time to breakfast and walk inside to grab a plate and read the paper. At the time the rest of the mansions inhabitants come in I've finished breakfast long ago. As usual Scott walks in first, gets a cup of coffee, grabs the paper and sits down at the opposite of the table. "Mornin', One-eye." He grunts something inaudible and continues waking up. Talking about a morning mood… Jubes on the other hand is bouncing with energy already and chatters the ears off of my head. When she's finally done talking, I look at her and decide I made the right decision; they have to be locked up for life so this little kid has one thing less to watch out for.

I'm sick of this questioning. They keep asking me stuff I don't know the answer to. I can feel myself become more and more agitated every second.

"When the accused was experimenting on you they put you into, I quote; 'A liquid tank, with a green substance.' This is very vague, could you please tell what kind of substance you were talking about?"

"I don't *know*! If I knew, I would have put it there, wouldn't I?! Why don't ya just ask *her*? I'm sure she knows what yer talking about!"

Logan, please. Calm yourself. I understand this must be frustrating, but losing control will only make it harder on yourself. 

Thankfully Chuck's still with me. I search for him and when I meet his eyes I sent back Thanks. I'll try to. When is this going to stop?

You know you can ask for a pause whenever you want to Logan. Just do what seems best to you. I nod slightly and turn my attention back to the guy who's asking questions. He's still babbling about something unimportant and I put my hand up.

"Yes?"

"Can we please stop for a while?"

I can see he's not happy with that, but I don't care. If I sit here one minute longer I'm gonna explode. Thank God he nods a yes and he declares we have a half-hour break. I stand up stretch little and pop my neck. Unsure what to do next I wait until Ben walks up to me.

"You did very well, Logan."  I give him a weak smile and walked with him to where Chuck is waiting. I ask if we can go outside and they walk with me.

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