Hey, I'm back. Surry it took awhile. Stupid play!!!!! K, I'm gonna make dis one better and longer.

The X-Men finally found the door to the outside world. They were eager to get out.

"Well, go ahead," Logan, said, pushing the door open.

"Stop right there Wolverine!" Everyone whirled around to see Dagger jogging towards them.

"Go, I'll hold him off," Logan said getting ready to fight.

"Dagger, come on we're getting out of here," Scott called to him.

"What are you doing?! Come on, get them outta here," Logan said grabbing Scotts shoulder roughly a tried to throw him out the door. Jean was pulling Ororo out the door.

"What's wrong with you? We need to help Gavin. Ororo knows how he is, right?" Scott said stepping up next to Logan.

"Yeah, he's alright," Ororo, said to Jean more than Logan.

"No, no. You don't know him. He's insane," Jean told them, "Please Ororo come to the jet with me. Help me get it ready for take off."

"Alright," Ororo said giving in. They jogged through the woods.

"Hey there Scott. Wolverine," Dagger said grinning at them. Logan gave a low growl in reply.

"Cyclops, go to the jet. Tell them to take off. There won't be enough time for me," Logan mumbled over to Scott.

"Logan, he's-"

"No, he's not. He's trying to kill us all."

"Hold on. He-"

"Scott," Logan said turning to him. He had a pleading look in his eyes, "go to the jet."

"Go ahead Scott. Clearly those drugs are taking effect on him. I'll bring him to the jet soon enough." Dagger told Scott. He looked at them both and started to leave. He got out the door and started walking, not really knowing what to do.

"Well, not that he's outta the way, let's get you back to the cell. They won't take off without you." Logan just growled.

"Fine." Dagger charged at him. Logan dodged and elbowed him in the back. Dagger faltered a bit, but it was enough time for Logan to get his footing and start an attack.

"Seems that drug has helped your fighting skill, eh Wolverine?" he said as he blocked a punch to the face, but got one to the gut. It was Dagger's turn to start an offensive stance. He started jabbing rapidly at Wolverine. The only way Wolverine knew how to stop the endless barrage of hit was to tackle Dagger to the ground. They rolled on the ground trying to get in a position to hit the other.

Scott heard the commotion while walking to the jet. He turned around and ran back.

Please, I hope Logan is okay. The way he looked at me. He was scared. I shouldn't have left him.

When he got there he saw the two wrestling each other on the ground.

"Logan, move!" he said with his hand on the trigger of his visor.

Of course Logan couldn't do it. Not while dealing with the way Dagger was fighting. He matched Logan punch for punch, shot for shot, jab for jab. It was like looking into a mirror image of Logan if he were younger.

Logan knew he couldn't keep this up, and he probably had only 45 minutes left his sanity not including the half hour ride back. He heard Scott, but he could do nothing to tell him what was happening or what to do. He hoped that he did pay attention to him when he tried to teach him how to fight without the stupid visor. He needed help.

He felt himself get thrown back by Daggers kick. No, that was Scott's optic blast. How did he get a shot like that? He steadied himself. He looked over at his teammate. He had the stern leader look on his face. Logan gave him a nod of thanks and readied himself.

Dagger took him by surprise. Instead of attacking him he attacked Scott. In an instant he had him positioned so that they were both looking at him, but Dagger's fist was pointed to Scott's head.

"Stand down Wolverine or I swear I'll kill him. You know I'm not joking."

He did as he was told. He remembered that at Alkali Lake when Jean supposedly died he had vowed to himself to try and help Scott through anything, for Jean's sake.

"Get on your knees."

He complied. What else was he suppose to do? Just then he heard the squeak of wheels. He turned and saw William Stryker hurriedly coming towards them. What else can go wrong?

"Dagger stop this now! You've gone mad with power. What have you done?"

"Col. Stryker, sir, I have captured our hostages."

"No, you did something to Wolverine. What did you give him a shot of?"

"The serum sir. To make him remember. Don't you remember?"

"I never gave out orders to give him that."

"Yes, you did. Yes, now I'll kill all of them like we used to. Everyone." Dagger had a strange look about him.

"You have gone mad," Stryker, said taken aback by the shear madness of the young man.

"No, no, you're the mad one. You made me like this. You made Wolverine like this. I'm making it the way it was. Not you me. I'm the good guy you're the bad guy. Right Wolverine?" he looked at his teacher who was on his knees not knowing what to do.

"Dagger let them go. I will help you and Wolverine," Stryker said soothingly.

"Kill them? Yes, as you say sir,"

"Gavin, wait stop," Wolverine said getting up, "hey, I get it alright? Look it's me." He held out his hands showing that he meant no harm.

"Logan, what the hell are you doing?" Scott asked him worried that the drug had taken effect early.

"Shut up, dickhead." With that small sentence, Scott knew Logan was still there. "Let me handle him Gavin. He's getting on my nerves."

Dagger looked at him like he believed the ploy he was putting on.

"Yes, you're right Wolverine. Let him go so I can stop our enemy."

He let Scott go and started walking towards Stryker.

"Dagger, what are you doing?" he said backing away. Dagger stopped him and drove his claws into his chest. Stryker doubled over and fell out of the wheelchair. Dagger stood up with a smug grin on his face.

"Scott," Logan whispered, "run to the jet and tell them to take off. Dagger has gone mad. Now!"

Scott bolted out the door. Dagger looked confused.

"James, James! Get out of here while you still can!" Stryker called from the floor. He looked pale. For some reason, Logan had to stay, as if he were defending someone important. Stryker calling him "James" was odd yet somehow familiar. That was my name? James? James Howlett. The name I saw in the file cabinet. Why is Stryker telling me this now? Was I somehow his friend long ago?

When he snapped out of his reverie Dagger was almost at him. He didn't have enough time to move. Dagger punched him so hard in the face that he was knocked out while he was spinning to the floor. Then Dagger ran out the door to find his next victim.

Oki-day? Howas 'at? I know my plot lines are different an 'nat, but do ya like it? Plez review. It's greatly 'ppreciated.