Author's Note: Two new readers, excellent.
You should be proud, sych77. The Never Ending Story was one of my favorite movies growing up (makes me sound like I'm old, lol)
Oh no, Silent Doom, I really appreciate all of your reviews, and especially yours, since you reviewed the good and the bad about my story.
But, as a whole, if anything seems misspelled or something doesn't sound right, it was probably typed wrong. Sorry for the typos, but I'm a 10th grader and have to deal with tests and midterms and that test we have to take in March and then I don't really have anyone to re-read any of my things that are offline because, well, don't live with my mom nor my dad and I live with my grandparents instead and all my grandma thinks I do is sit and do nothing the whole time I'm writing or typing a story, so getting her to look over things is certainly out of the question. So, I'm opened to out mistakes being pointed out :)
Yah, the double dream is kind of a rough start, gatermage, but it smooths out after that, or at least I'd like to think that way )
Here's a new chapter.
Chapter Eight
By Thursday, Logan finally awoke. Beast was just having his lunch break and had come to check up on him when he found him sitting up, massaging his head.
'Okay, Logan?' Beast asked as he walked in.
Logan did a double take of him. 'Who th' hell are you?'
'It's Hank. This is my true form. I was experimenting and ended up like this permanently,' Beast explained.
'Oh,' Logan said. 'How long have I bin out?'
'Almost a week. Welcome back,' Beast said as he went to take the bandages off of Logan's chest and back.
'Nothin' else has gone on?' Logan asked. He winced slightly as he took out his IV.
'Nothing concerning your nemesis,' Hank said as he threw the bandages away. 'Feeling all right?'
'Head's jus' givin' me hell,' Logan said. 'Should clear up in a sec.'
'You put your healing factor to the limit,' Beast said as he adjusted his glasses.
'It wouldn't o' bin so bad if I had a peaceful sleep th' night before,' Logan said as he slowly got up.
'Well, if your mind wanted to or not, you got a few nights of peaceful rest,' Beast said.
'Yeah, and I feel better now,' Logan said. 'See ya later.'
'Fare ye well,' Beast said.
'Yeah, whatever blue man,' Logan said as he walked out.
Logan went to his room for a shirt, but before he could turn the door handle, he heard his name called out by someone. He turned and saw it was Rogue.
'Hey, kiddo,' Logan said as she came up.
Bobby and three kids he wasn't familiar with followed her.
'It's good to have you back,' Rogue said.
'It's good t'be back,' Logan said.
'You feelin' better?' Rogue asked.
'Yeah. Jus' needed a few days o' rest. What happened to th' car?' Logan asked.
'Scott went and got it the other day,' Bobby said. 'Wasn't too happy that you stole another one of his cars.'
'Yeah, he'll get o'er it. Who's these three?'
'Oh, this is Draven, he's Drake, and she's DeLeigh. They were with a group of kids Peter kept together after the invasion,' Rogue explained.
'I've missed so much,' Logan said. 'Well, better go git a shirt. Need t'talk t'Charley anyway.'
'Okay then. Bye, Logan,' Rogue said.
'Later,' Logan said as he went into his room.
He opened his closet and absentmindedly pulled a shirt from within off a hanger. He was in some sweat pants from the ward, so he put his shirt on and made his way to Charles's office. He didn't even bother knocking. Charley was either in there, or he wasn't. His senses told him he was in there though. The Professor was reading something on his desk when Logan entered. He looked up as Logan came up close to his desk.
'Ah, Logan. Feeling all better?'
'Gimme some answers, Charley.'
'What kind of questions do you have?'
'Fer one, why did Sabretooth show up where we were?'
'Sorry to say, Logan, but I can't tell you even the slightest reason why. Magneto may have been behind it. But we all know I can't find that out for certain. And we can't forget that you have a history with Sabretooth. Please, do have a seat,' the Professor said, indicating a chair.
Logan sat down.
'Now, what exactly happened?'
'Didn't Bobby an' Rogue already tell you that?'
'Yes, but everything didn't happen to them.'
'Well, ain't I the special one? We were there an' I was homin' in on my surroundin's, an' I kinda fergot the kids were there, so I took in every little thing an' then I felt someone was watchin' an' I looked out th' window on our left an' saw him. Went outside an' went closer. He jumped me, an' that was it,' Logan said.
'Nothing else?'
Logan racked his brain. Then the image of a red haired woman with her back to him flashed in his mind. He furrowed his brow.
'I saw someone.'
'Yes?' Charles asked, watching Logan.
'It's . . . it's jus' . . . jus' that . . . she's dead . . .' Logan trailed off.
He was looking at the floor.
'Who Logan?'
'You know who!' Logan almost shouted, now looking at Charles.
'Ah, are you sure it was her?'
'Who else could it have been? I may not have seen her face, but her smell . . . I'll never ferget it. It's all I could smell until I was outside.'
'Mmm . . .' Charles said as he rubbed his finger across his brow.
'What?' Logan asked, watching the Professor now. 'You thinkin' it was a trap?'
'Well, just think about it.'
'I know what I smelled,' Logan said stubbornly.
'And I don't doubt you at all, but Logan, be sensible. It can't be a coincidence that you see Jean, someone who is suppose to be dead, and then Sabretooth is in a thicket by Burger King.'
'I don' believe in coincidence, but if you're so certain that I'm not right, then go check that Cerebro thins o' yours,' Logan said.
'All right, if you think that will help matters. Would you like to come along?' Charles asked, wheeling his way to the door.
'Yeah, yeah I do,' Logan said as he followed him.
They went into the elevator and went down to the Cerebro floor.
'Okay, if no one's really playin' wit' my mind, I want somethin' in return,' Logan said as they stood by the elevator.
'And what would that be?'
'If I'm right, I git t'smoke inside.'
'Then, I hope you're wrong,' Charles said as he went to the scanner.
It scanned his eyes and a few seconds later, a female voice by the name of Moria MacToggart said, 'Welcome Professor.'
They went inside. Logan looked around. It didn't impress him as much now, after he had already been down here, but it was still something to marvel at. The Professor went all the way to the place where a skeletal helmet was set upon a stand. It was connected to a panel by two cables that were on both earflaps. He fiddled with some switches near him. Logan walked up behind him while Xavier put the device on his head.
'Now, don't move,' he instructed Logan.
'I know,' Logan said as he stood still.
Charles closed his eyes. He exhaled as the chamber around them began to hum. Instantly, the platform on which they were positioned vanished. Logan felt the familiar sensation like he was plunging down a roller coaster, but then, it suddenly stopped. Instead of the panel walls that had been all round him, he saw the representation of the world. All around the world, he spotted the scarlet dots of mutants that shone against the darkness of forever non-glowing white dots of humans. Charles, meanwhile, was focusing in on Jean Grey. They were instantly searching across the world. She couldn't be found in Westchester, nor anywhere in New York or any of the states for that matter. Europe hadn't seen a redheaded telepath and telekinesis woman by the name of Jean Grey either. New Zealand and Australia had a few women fitting her description, but none were the real Jean Grey. They searched everywhere. Their last stop somehow ended on Canada. Logan could barely recognize the remains of the Alkali Lake Industrial Complex. The water was still there, though it was lower than Logan remembered. There wasn't a single dot anywhere to be found in the water. Nearby, however, Logan saw a scarlet dot about 10 miles away. He held his breath without even meaning to do so as they took a closer look. After a few seconds, the Professor spoke.
'It's not her, Logan.'
'Yer sure? Look closer.'
'I can't.'
'What th' hell does that mean?'
'Somehow, the mutant is blocking me. It's certainly a mutant, but it's not Magneto. I get different vibes when Erik is blocking me. I don't think I've had anyone else yet to find a way to block me besides him though. They don't feel familiar. This is starting to puzzle me.'
'So, that's it?'
'I'm afraid so. As much as it puzzles me, there's nothing else I can do.'
The Professor had had his eyes opened while he spoke. He now closed them and the dots started fading away. Finally, they were on the central platform. Some fresh air fluttered across Logan's face as he sensed the door had cycled open. Charles put his head device back on the panel and wheeled his wheelchair around. Logan still hadn't moved, except that he now had his arms crossed over his chest.
'Okay, so someone is toyin' 'round. We still haven't had our talk.'
'I suppose we haven't. Would you like to go back to the office?'
