Logan looked over a Joss, sitting near to him on the roof of the school. Watching her crouched there rocking back and forth, chewing on the knuckle of her left thumb, deep in thought, he knew something had changed.

The past few nights when he had woken her from tormented dreams she had been even more distraught than before. Crying and shaking uncontrollably, so much so that he had to hold her down by the shoulders until it passed. Then she simply wept, clutching at him balefully and apologising profusely in every language she knew.

She was spending more time alone, on the roof of the school, in the grounds, avoiding even him and she barely ate.

"You gonna go?" he asked eventually, breaking the silence. It was five to six on a Sunday and Joss was due to see Hank. She nodded distractedly and after a further few minutes of inactivity got up, shaking the pins and needles from her long, denim clad legs.

Standing she cast about uncertainly for a moment before turning to Logan.

"I'll uh…see you later?" he nodded.

"Yeah, I'll come find you at seven okay?" she returned the nod, a small jerking movement of the head, golden eyes not meeting his, and disappeared through the chimney stacks.

Logan watched her go then sighed and lent back against the stone chimney behind him, closing his eyes he drew deeply on his cigar. Worrying.

Hank hurried to his office, late. He was almost sure that Joss would not be there yet, she was yet to be on time for any of their three times weekly sessions, but it was the principle that made him hasten down the last corridor.

To his great surprise, and maybe a little disgruntlement, she was already there, in his chair, waiting. Joss raised her eyebrows at him questioningly, a smile playing on her lips, but didn't say anything and gave up his chair to reposition herself on the other side of his desk. Hank sat down in his reclaimed chair, apologising for his uncharacteristic tardiness. Joss shrugged

"I'm hardly in a position to reproach." Hank nodded in agreement.

"Is there any importance behind your punctuality today, or just a sudden bout of conscience?" he enquired. Joss dropped his gaze, suddenly uncomfortable as she remembered why she had chosen to attend of her own volition for once.

"Uh yeah, as it happens." Silence.

"Care to elaborate?" he prompted.

"…I, uh…" she stopped speaking but her mouth continued to move as she tried to put her words in order. Hank waited patiently, not wanting to jeopardise what may be some kind of break through on her part. "You know I don't like rehashing all my mental shit with you all the time." He nodded,

"Yes, you have made that abundantly clear." Joss smiled a little self-depreciatingly and continued.

"No reflection of your head shrinking skills of course, it's just…I don't like…" she sighed, "..opening up makes me vulnerable, and I don't like needing help." Hank understood this, he had known all along the reason for her caginess but was surprised that Joss was willing to admit it, he nodded and she continued.

"Only thing is, now I do need help and I can't turn to the people, or rather person, I would usually turn to i.e. Me, and I don't know what to do. So I'm asking you." She said all of this in the space of a breath, concentrating on the knuckle of her left thumb. Now she glanced up to gauge his reaction.

"I don't understand." Hank told her hesitantly, "What exactly is it you want me to help with?"

"They've changed." She muttered quietly.

"What have?" Hank asked.

"I don't want to tell you." She stated, Hank started to speak but Joss cut him off. "I don't want to tell you." She repeated, "but I need someone to explain because I don't understand and I don't like understanding things, especially things in my own head." Realisation dawned in Hank.

"Your nightmares have changed?" she nodded sadly. "How so?"

Joss looked up, forcing herself to look at the man she was asking for help.

"Well, you've seen the fun, fun original version, right?" he nodded, remembering the horrible episode of her past he had witnessed, courtesy of Professor Xavier. "Well, this," she continued, gesturing with her hands as she tried to find a way to explain. "This is like, 'Joss is fucked in the head: The Sequel'." He frowned at her use of expletives but let it go.

"What do you mean? Which aspects of the nightmares have changed, the outcome?" Hank asked, hopefully. Joss snorted derisively but with sadness in her eyes.

"No," she replied, sticking to the previous analogy. "This is more casting alterations." Hank didn't mention to his subject that the use of such an analogy betrayed a clear wish to remain separate and approach the topic from a purely fictional point of view he did, however, note it down.

"In what way?"

Silence……

"Why don't you run me through it?" she looked at him reluctantly and he was about to try a different tack when she sighed, often a prelude to her talking, so he stopped.

"I'm in the house," she began quietly. "and it's dark. I'm wandering around looking for my parents but everything seems one whole lot bigger than it should be. Anyway, I can hear muffled voices like they're in the next room so I go in, but they're already dead, all sliced and diced on the floor. And I'm about to run away when suddenly I know he's behind me, but I figure, if I refuse to look at him then he can't hurt me so I'm just going to leave the room but then I hear another voice and I turn around and it's Logan." Hank stopped writing and raised a large blue eyebrow, but refrained from interrupting. Joss continued.

"So Logan's all 'Get the hell away from her.' And Lynaes is all, 'Err…no.' And they start to fight but Logan doesn't have any claws and he's getting real cut up."

"Who's Lynaes?" Hank cut in. Joss told that was the name of the clawed man but refused to disclose how she knew.

She paused. "Anyway to cut a long story short, he's dead and it's my fault."

Hank put his notebook down and rested his arms on the table, looking at her intently.

"Joscelyn, I need you to listen to me when I tell you that what happened to your parents was not your fault. None of it was, there was nothing you could have done." She jutted out here chin defiantly.

"There's plenty I could have done. I could changed earlier, into something bigger. I could have gotten my fathers shotgun out of the cupboard. I could have done any number of things but the point is; I didn't. I'm not going to let that happen again."

"What are you thinking of doing Joscelyn?" he asked her warningly. Joss shook her head and lowered it, he took it as an admission that she didn't know.

"Can I please go?" Joss asked suddenly. Hank had been in the middle of a sentence, telling her all about how pleased he was with her grades, now he stopped short and regarded his subject, she looked volatile.

"Yes, of course. I'll see you later at dinner."

She didn't respond, just stood up and left.

As soon as Joss left Hanks office, she slipped into an empty classroom and pulled her cell-phone out of her pocket. Dialling a New York number, she glanced around her, then held it to her ear as the connection clicked.

"Hey, Benny." She greeted shortly. "Listen, did you manage to get anything?" she paused, listening to the reply and, as her contactspoke, a look of grim determination spread across her face. Scribbling an address on the back of a sheet of paper on the nearest desk she crossed out a misspelling and started again.

"E-H-M-E-R-E Place? Right, thanks Benny. Yeah, we're square now. Thanks. Bye now." Joss hung up and, stuffing her phone back in her jacket pocket, folded the address she'd been given and slipped it into her jeans.

On her way out of the room, Joss walked head-long into Logan on his way from the kitchen, beer in hand.

"Hey." He frowned and looked at his watch. "Shouldn't you still be with Hank?"

"He let me go." She answered avoiding his gaze. "Stuff to do, marking, reading boring journals etc." Logan stared at her hard and knew that she was lying.

"Right, sure." He said gruffly. She kept her head down. "You wanna go get a drink?" he asked, ignoring the voice in his head that told him otherwise.

"Uhh…no. Actually I have stuff to do." Logan felt a little hurt, Joss normally jumped at the chance to somewhere outside of the school confines with him.

"Sure. Need a lift anywhere?" Joss shook her head.

"No. I'm getting the next bus into the city. I'm going to kill Lynaes. I should be back before ten, in time to watch that film with you." Logan did a double take.

"You're what? Joss, what!" Logan took her by the shoulders and she looked up, her golden eyes were bright and cold.

"Let go of me, Logan. Please." He held tighter.

"Joss. You don't know where he is."

"Yes, I do."

"You can't kill him."

"Yes, I can."

"You'll hate yourself."

"No, I wont. You might hate me. but I'll feel quite good. Let me go, Logan." He held her still tighter, for a second, he thought she was going to hit him, but then she relaxed and stepped into him, laying her head and hands upon his chest. Logan held her tight for a minute until she drew back and looked him hard in the eyes.

"You know, you mean more to me than anyone. You mean more to me than I do," She told him. "and that's a first for me." He nodded.

"I know and I…."

Then she hit him. Harder than he knew she was able, and right in his left temple, everything went black.

When Logan came round, he was still on the floor but there were three anxious faces above his. Jean, Scott and Storm.

"Joss." He moaned, he still could believe she'd hit him. Then her words did and hefelt sick.

"We don't know where she is, Logan." Jean told him cautiously. "The Professor tried to use Cerebro but she over-rode the lock and we can't get in. Hank's working on it now. Do you know where she's gone?"

Logan leapt to his feet and swore loudly.

"She's gone to get herself killed." He told her.