Prove it? How was she supposed to do that? She was who she was, why was he so suspicious? Certainly her scent was enough proof. She wracked her brain as she tried to think of something to convince him.
Logan grew more and more uneasy as she couldn't think of something. She looked and smelled like her, but he couldn't take the chance. Too many people could lose a somewhat safe haven and even their lives if he screwed up and let some new weapon from Beast slip by. He just wasn't ready to accept sentencing them to death, no matter how sure he was. He clenched his fist slightly as he thought to himself, "Come on Darlin, I don't want to do it...but.." He didn't even want to think of what he was prepared to do if she didn't prove herself.
Jenna continued to try and think of something, anything that only the two of them could know. Then an idea hit her, maybe she had something that would prove to him who she was. "You told me once than you would never truly trust James, for what exact reason I dunno. But I doubt you told anyone else that."
Logan smiled slightly, that he been and interesting conversation alright. He mainly didn't trust him just because he refused to, but he never thought that he would be right. He fought with his memories as he looked at her, the way she looked when she died; he just couldn't shake that image from his mind.
She folded her arms across her chest as she watched the space staring Logan. "Why did I have to prove myself to you? Wasn't my scent enough?"
Logan snapped out of his through and shook his head, "Never know what the Beast cooked up this time. Wouldn't put it past him to re-create the scents just to get past me."
"What? The Beast, as in our Beast? What's going on?" She sighed, becoming more and more confused as time grew on. The idea of some psychopath creating such mayhem wasn't hard to believe, but that was nothing like Beast. At least, the Beast she knew, maybe she was in an alternative universe after all.
He sighed and shook his head, "We'll fill you in on the gory details when we get to the base. Come on kid," he started to walk but stopped a moment to look back at her, "unless you want to fight some more Crawlers?"
"No that is quite alright," she sighed and followed after him. She didn't want to see another 'Crawler' as long as she live, but she had a feeling that was a false hope.
The rest of the walk was left in silence. Total deafening silence that she hated dearly, but then again he was probably looking out for those hideous Crawlers. She watched the ground go by as she walked, thinking of what could happen. She could be stuck here to live the rest of her life in hell. She could die, or she could get back home, but that was an unlikely outcome. At least, that is how it felt in her very bones. As her brain wandered, she ran straight into Logan as he made a sudden stop. "What? Crawlers?"
Logan smirked, "No kid, were...home."
"Home?" Jenna's eyes panned from Logan's back to the city before her, her eyes widening to the sight of the large city in front of her, it seemed normal for a city, except the buildings looked a bit more futuristic. The oddest thing was that all of the world's wonders were also in this city; Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, Taj Mahal, they were all there. Even with some of the building's decay is was a wondrous sight to behold. She continued to look around as she followed Logan through the depths of the city. People of all forms of life, humans, mutantsâ€even anthromorphic type beings. They seemed happy, even in the horror and poverty that surrounded them. She stayed quiet, trying not to attract any attention, her eyes suddenly falling upon a statue. A gasp escaped her as she stopped to stare upon it; it was a statue of her Grandfather. A statue of Charles Xavier, she wasn't too surprised that he was dead, but the statue portrayed him standing. The only time she had ever seen him stand was in another plane.
Logan noticed her shock and stare towards the statue, "Long story, but he did regain his ability to walk, before he died."
She absorbed the information and continued to follow after Logan, her eyes continuing to look at the buildings and people around her. The way things were, it felt like she was in a slum sector of town, full of ragged people and ones without homes. But this, this was how everyone lived...everyone. Such pain and tragedy on their faces, yet happiness as well. These people were used to this; this was their world, their life. If only they could have lived in the world she left behind. The miseries there were nothing like the horrors of this place.
Logan continued on ahead, glancing back every now and then to make sure he didn't lose her. He knew that look on her face, that look of astonishment and even fear. The poor girl. She had to be afraid, and the world she was from, had to be very different than this. He led her deeper and deeper into the city, and continuing into the small area they dubbed The Institute. He never stopped until they reached the circular chamber where Three-In-One waited for them.
Jenna entered the room and tried to look around at the new surroundings until her attention was brought to the three identical women. She stuck closely to Logan's side, though she had no fear from these beings, she still felt more comfortable near something more familiar. Even though he wasn't entirely the Logan she knew, he was better than all the strange people.
The Oracles started to speak, "This is the Xavier mind?"
"Yes."
"The Xavier mind that can help us."
Jenna arched a brow at these women, "Help you? I thought I was the one in trouble."
"Oh my dear, you have no idea. You are needed here," Cassandra walked out from the shadows, "more than you could ever know."
