Novthoniel: Thank you, and as you can see, I have updated (: Jubilee could come into play in some parts, but unfortunately not Gambit or Beast. However, if you like Gambit that much he is in my other stories, in much bigger saga. He arrives in the third story: The Passion from the Past. I am currently on the fourth.

Crash Slayer: I normally go on a huge ramble of description for fights scenes too, lol. I think what happened in the previous chapter was that since Logan could hardly see anything I took the easy way out and decided to make it like no one had a clue what was going on. Looking back, that was kinda foolish. But have no fear, this story is going to be full to the brim of action, so you'll get your action scenes!

Tamazi: Yep, Lorna is a character I made up. Thanks!

Fanfiction Fanatic: Thank you! Here is the update!

Oddisee: I'm sorry for the short chapter! I just have this thing where I like to keep my stories organised and separate moments with the ends of chapters.

Blix: Good, he's supposed to! I'm glad you've noticed the changes in Lorna.

Chapter 9

A pained gasp issued from Logan as he felt his eyes burn under the bright lights above him. His joints ached and there was an unusual throb in his arm like it had recently healed. His other arm lifted in a bid to go and rub the throb but, to his surprise, he could not move his arm. Nor could he move his legs. He could feel them being restrained by what felt like thick metal cuffs. His eyes flashed open.

The room around him was the dark and dank room of the lab, only the bare bulb light above him to send his table into glow. He could hear distant machines beeping, and the breathing of several humans. Suddenly, the face of Lorna came into view above him, and his face consorted into a slow growl, still a little sleepy from the drugs. She watched him fearfully for a moment before she span to a hidden person, "Drayson.. he's awake!"

Logan strained to turn his head, sharp eyes glaring and searching for the other human. Drayson walked into view, a cold smile playing nastily on his face, "Well, look who's woken up," he said scathingly, leaning over Logan with a sinister little chuckle.

Logan snarled at this, giving a useless tug at the restraints, angry that they would not buckle with his strength, "Where the hell am I?" he barked, still trying to break free.

However, Drayson merely smiled at the Wolverine's futile attempt and leant on the table idly, a hand propping his chin, "You're in my lab, Wolverine."

Logan did not seem to think this was a suitable answer, "I must be here for a reason, I want you to tell me everything," he heaved viciously.

"There would be no point," sighed Drayson sarcastically, "For even if I did tell you everything, you would not remember it." Logan squinted his eyes wonderingly, looking dubious before sudden his face slacked in horror.. Drayson smirked all the more, "That's right Wolverine, you will have no memories.. again."

Logan's eyes widened as he shook his head uttering an aghast, "No.."

"Yes," corrected Drayson with a simple smile, "Say goodbye to this life Wolverine.. you are an X-Man no more."

Suddenly, Logan felt his neck being wrenched to the side as Drayson manoeuvred a large tube of a silvery liquid at his exposed neck. Enough was admitted as to not only strip him of his mental defences.. but to makes him forget himself.. entirely.

Logan thrashed and struggled in his binds, trying to escape the oncoming source of his mindless future. But he was held firmly down, and the last thing he saw before his eyes sank shut was the terrified face of Lorna.

Rogue turned over slowly in her bed. It was the second night after the knowledge of Logan's disappearance and she was having a fitful night's sleep again. Luckily, it was the weekend tomorrow, so she did not have to get up early. But even so, she felt very drained from her lack of sleep and it made the gathering of other people's emotions in her head sometimes slip under her control and bother her. She moved over again, and was surprised to hear an undignified grunt sound from the next bed. Through the darkness, she saw Jubilee sit up and glint her eyes dangerously at Rogue.

"Next time you move in that bed I'll shove a sparkler up your ass," threatened Jubilee darkly.

Rogue whipped her head up at Jubilee, looking startled at the threat. But soon, she broke into a quiet snigger at it. She heard Jubilee join in with a chuckle.

"Sounds painful doesn't it?" asked Jubilee with a slow smile.

"Yes," murmured Rogue with a faint smile, lowering her head back to the pillow. "I'm sorry.. ok? I just can't sleep very well."

She saw the dark shadow of Jubilee sink back down into bed, she turned so she was facing Rogue and spoke quietly, "Is it Logan?" asked the girl quietly.

A soft sigh issued from Rogue as she quietly replied, "Yeah.." She couldn't help worrying. She was sure something was wrong. The professor suspected something dangerous was going to happen, and Rogue couldn't help but put two and two together.

"Look," said Jubilee patiently, "Wolvie can look after himself, you know that, girl. I bet you anything he'll stroll back in here sometime next week as if nothing has happened. You'll see.."

Rogue sighed quietly, "I hope so.."

The next morning, Rogue was on her way to the library to do some of her history homework, when she saw Scott walk into the main entrance looking perturbed. He did not notice her, and instead turned down the next corridor, heading towards the Professor's office. Rogue paused and watched him venture down the corridor. She walked to the side to get a better view. He opened the door to the Professor's office, stuck his head in and said some incoherent words before both the Professor and he exited and came down the corridor.

Rogue stood watching them looking a little puzzled, "Is everything alright?" she asked them as they came closer.

Scott looked tentatively at Charles who looked down quietly, collecting his thoughts before he looked at her, "No, I'm afraid it is not.."

"What's happened?" said Rogue quietly, feeling a nervous hole open inside her stomach.

"Come outside.." said Scott quietly, turning towards the large double doors of the entrance and leading the pair outside. There was a slight mist in the air as the spring weather caused a faint bitterness to the surroundings. Weak sunlight spilt over the steps leading down from the doorway, and at the base of these steps lay the mangled wreck of Logan's motorbike.

"I found it down the road earlier this morning," said Scott quietly as he watched it apprehensively.

"That's Logan's bike!" gasped Rogue, quickly flinging herself down the steps and running towards it. She collapsed on the floor beside it, studying the ruined metal and bent wheels in a horrified manner.

"It's possible he had an accident," said Scott quietly, "Or he left his bike and it got struck by a car."

"What if he's hurt?" whispered Rogue, her trembling hands upon the crushed handlebars, "What if he's lying in a ditch somewhere!"

"I scoured the area," said Scott reassuringly, "Wherever Logan is, he has managed to walk there fine."

However, Charles was looking worried, "I really need to check Cerebro.." he murmured softly, "Just to put our minds at rest.."

"I'll take a drive later," said Scott as he turned to the Professor, "I'll take Storm with me, we can look for any clues about the accident."

When Scott turned to enter the building, Rogue raised her tearful eyes to Charles who watched her sorrowfully. There was a flash of anger in her eyes when their gazes met. Her meaning was clear. It was time to accept the facts. The premonition had something to do with Logan. And by the look on Charles's face, it seemed he was admitting to this.

But in fact, at that very moment, Charles was receiving another foreshadowing nudge. Somehow, he knew Logan would be back very soon.. but for reason, he found himself fearing his return..

I know it is somewhat short, but I wanted to seperate it from the next chapter's events (:

Please review this chapter for me though!