Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Jenny: Went via email.

Blix Howlett: Well.. initially she's not going to be liked much by readers, it depends what happens in the future..

Angelica: Yeah, it's confusing anyway because we're not completely sure what she's trying to do, though we know what was input into the bracelet.. anyway. Before I confuse people anymore.. I'll get to writing a clearer chapter!

Chapter 5

As the night was taking a swift hold on the remaining blue of the sky, students took themselves upstairs and to the confinements of their rooms. The corridors were faintly lit by a few lamps, light delicately glowing over where the quiet Wolverine sat at the base of the main staircase with head in hands. He'd been sat like this for a good half hour, in pure silence. His knuckles continued to knead his forehead, frustrated sighs escaping his lips.

Even when footsteps were heard gently coming his way, the Wolverine didn't look up. His eyes still stared down at the carpet between his knees, but they shifted lightly when a pair of boots stopped in front of him.

"Are you alright, mate?" A gentle voice asked.

Logan slowly lifted his head and parted his arms to view Michael looking down at him worriedly.

"Logan?"

"Yeah.." Logan muttered hoarsely, a hand brushing strands of hair back into his mane, "Fine.."

Michael dropped down gently to sit beside Logan, his face tilted to him with concern, "Y'know.. I can tell you're lying. Tell me, I might be able to help."

Logan just watched the floor steadily.

"I 'eard y' a very reserved character Logan." Michael explained quietly, "But there comes a time when even the most detached of men need a kind ear. Too much worry ain't good my friend."

Logan glanced to him slowly, shrugging quietly, "It's that.. that Roxanne."

"Oh aye? Saw her walking round the hall earlier.. said hello.. but it fell on deaf ears.."

Logan dismissed this comment, "Yeah, have you heard about her though?"

"No, not really."

"She came here, because she was looking for me."

"Oh?"

"Apparently.. she knew me a long time ago, and she said that she was special to me, y'know.. important. But, I don't remember her.. at all, so it must have been before Stryker.. and his work.."

Michael merely sat quietly as Logan talked.

"And she didn't even recognise me.. Thought I was someone else when we first met. I can't have changed that much.. can I?"

"Nobody knows.." Sighed Michael gently.

"Only Stryker.. and he's dead."

"I suggest you talk to Roxanne..?"

Logan lifted his head gently, "You think?"

"She's the only one who can help find out who you really are."

"Talking about me?" Chipped in a new voice. The click of stilettos signalled it as Roxanne. Logan lifted his head slowly at her presence and gave a small smile; he glanced back to Michael and nodded. In return Michael gave him a thumbs up before he pushed himself up off the steps with a smile before he trod up the staircase.

Logan watched Michael leave before he glanced to her, "Yes.. I need to talk to you."

"Oh.." Roxanne began apprehensively, "Here?"

"No.. we can go for a walk.." Muttered Logan, turning and leading her away gently with a hand placed on her nearest shoulder.

The night sky sparkled above them as Logan led her out onto the patio. The air was warm and inviting, the horizon a shade of pink before it soared off up to the purple of the night. Logan twisted a wooden chair out from the small table on the patio and dropped into it heavily. Opposite him, Roxanne did the same. Logan watched her moment, using this opportunity to try and recall her face. There was nothing obvious in his mind..

Roxanne watched him steadily in return before her gaze went elsewhere, watching her lap. A hand smoothened the fabric across a thigh before a leg cross over the other gently. The silence continued before Logan eventually cleared his throat and slowly looked up her, "Why did you come looking for me? I mean.. come on, how long did you go without me?"

"Fifteen years." Announced Roxanne coldly.

"Yeah.." Muttered Logan, "So.. why come back now? Huh? Why now?"

"Logan, I've been looking for you for the past two years! I thought you had died, but then, I heard your name on the news.. and you were in some sort of connection with mutants. I already knew you were a mutant." She cried, hands gesturing gently, bracelet lightly slipping down her arm, "And.. it just fitted, the details and timing all worked out right. You were the Logan who left me so long ago."

Logan frowned as he watched her, "But why come back? Why do you need to see me? If I left shouldn't you hate me?"

Roxanne gave a small chuckle, "Believe me Logan, I hated you for a long while.. but then, when I knew you were alive. I needed to find you to answer my questions."

"What questions?" He uttered softly with a small snarl to his tone.

"Why did you leave me?" She whispered, eyes steadily on his.

Logan sighed quietly, standing and turning from her with a shake of his head, "I don't know.. I can't remember it.. I can't remember anything about you Roxanne!"

The sorrowful expression changed when Logan turned away and a cruel smile took place as she watched guilt alight the man, "Do you need to remember?" She quietly asked, "Don't you trust me?"

Logan slowly looked over his shoulder to the woman, "I've learned to never trust anyone.. Not until I know for sure what they are."

Roxanne chuckled gently, standing, "I'm nothin' but a humble city girl Logan. There's nothing dangerous about me."

"Roxanne.." Began Logan, now turning completely to her, "Can you tell me.. who I am?"

"Who.."

"Who am I?"

Roxanne frowned gently, looking from Logan as her face consorted with frustration and anxiety, "I.." She stepped away, face etched with confusion, "I.."

"Roxanne? Please.. just tell me.."

"Logan." She whispered softly, turning some more, head lowering to her hands suddenly as she cried out gently, fingers arching to dig into her face as she weakly screamed her pain. Her hands shifted to her forehead, clutching there madly as she staggered gently.

Logan gasped softly, stepping round the chair that had fallen from her actions, his arms outstretching to try and steady her, but the woman collapsed in a heap on the floor. Logan immediately lowered to her, frowning at her state, "Roxanne? .. Roxanne!!" Her limp body suddenly went tense, and the bracelet's liquid bubbled hectically before the amount lowered gently as it was took into the woman. Life burst back into the woman as she gasped for breath, closed eyes reopening to stare up into the concerned gaze of the Wolverine.

"Roxanne? Are you alright?" He softly asked, lifting her from the floor gently.

Her head turned steadily to him; eyes locked coldly, "Fine." She then turned from him, walking briskly in through the open doors of the patio.

Logan frowned, turning to the departing woman, "Roxanne! Where are you goin'? Are you alright?" He cried.

She didn't respond.. just turned the corner rigidly, the sounds of her heels fading along the corridor.

Logan just expressed his disbelief at the empty doorway, a gasp forced between annoyance and amusement at the situation. He looked around, as if wanting to share his astonishment to an audience to make them see the unreasonable happenings and ultimately the preposterousness of the scene. He shook his head gently, kicking his chair under the table before he stalked inside in a dark mood, the door behind him being heavily slammed.

Graham Stryker sighed heavily, leaning back in his seat as he watched the monitor steadily in front of him. His workers grouped uncomfortably, standing a small distance from the man.

"I got a signal that she needed a large dose of mind-controlling fluid. It appears the woman has just tried a risky move with the Wolverine." He muttered, turning his chair to face his staff, "Naturally he'll be asking her questions about himself. I can't have her answer. It would be lethal for us if the X-Men and most importantly Wolverine found out who we were."

His workers remained silent.

"If the Wolverine finds out what happened with my father all those years ago.. he will undoubtedly want his revenge.."

Please don't be confused. I think I might cry . .. I think this chapter might have revealed stuff.. like she can't go too far with her natural mind.. like she's got a limit to her actions in gaining trust. Well, that summed it up anyway. o.o