Title: Memories
Author: shadowkat83 AKA fanficexpress
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Language, Slash and MPREG
Summary: A forgotten tragedy from Logan's past suddenly resurfaces leaving Logan a shell of his former self. Can anyone get through to him?

P.S. This chapter has been re-uploaded to fix formatting errors!

/ Telepathic conversation/

Chapter 4: Delusion

In a flash Scott found himself on his back, the thick Canadian straddling him and the full weight of his adamantium frame felt like it would crush his pelvis. Logan Snarled with one hand palm down on his chest and the other raised high, claws fully extended, ready to strike. The Wolverine's eyes glazed over with anger and all hope of reasoning with those eyes died in Scott's throat. He didn't even have time to struggle, Logan had tackled him so fast he had lost his equilibrium and by the time he got it back all he saw was Logan's sinister face and the glint of 3 razor sharp claws poised to strike right through his Ruby visor and in-between his eyes. Logan's lips curled back to show his Canines and his hot breath licked at Scott's face. He leaned closer to ask one more time.

"Tell me where she is…your not gonna keep her away from me again…not again!" What little patience Logan still held onto was quickly running thin and the deep lines that creased his features deepened in pace with his building rage.

"I don't know who your talking about…describe her for me. Tell me what she looks like. I can help you find her but I need to know who I'm looking for." Scott said. He had to stall for time. At this close a range He was sure Logan would skewer him before he could even reach his visor to let out a quick blast. In fact, Logan was so close it was hard to tell where Scott ended and Logan began. Logan just stared at him, trying to decide whether he was lying or playing stupid. How come he didn't know about her? Logan suddenly shook his head in exasperation. Of course he knew! They all knew! They all did it! He had to find her and this man with the strange glasses was his only hope. His stare turned dangerous and the hand that held Scott down balled taking his shirt with it and with a brutal hoist Logan got up and heaved Scott with him. His claws were pressed into his lower back. One muscular arm set tense around his throat. He had returned to his Weapon X days and Scott was more then aware that his chances of survival at this point were slim to none. Panic began to well up in his brain as the powerhouse of a man stood pressed up against him. A thick musk rolled off of him, a very unique scent, like sexual pheromones and Scott found himself reacting to it and secretly berated himself.

/Scott what's going on? I can feel so much rage and confusion coming from Logan…I can't even reach him, only his feral mind./ The professor's voice sliced through the static in Scott's brain. Scott flushed slightly at the mental intrusion.

/He doesn't recognize me. He keeps asking me where "she" is. I'm stalling for time but it's not gonna work forever…If I don't show him where this "imaginary' person is he's gonna kill me./ Scott rushed out under distress but tried to stay as calm as possible. His mentor noticed the slight edge of terror in his voice and decided that moving faster was something he really needed to do. The mental link grew quiet and Scott was snatched back to reality by Logan's husky voice.

"Don't play dumb, take me to her. You scream I'll kill you. You try to run, I'll kill you, and if your taking me on some wild goose chase, I'll kill you slow." Logan hissed into Scott's ear as his claws pressed a little deeper into the tender flesh of his lower back. Scott jerked forward, painfully arching his back.

/We are close, Try to get Logan into the hallway, I'm sure that talking won't resolve this issue, I'm afraid force is necessary. Scuffling in the Medlab surrounded by all that heavy machinery isn't wise. The hallway would be best./

/I'll do what I can…/

"If you want me to find anyone…we first have to get out of this med lab." Scott hissed back at Logan. Scott took a hesitant step and Logan followed suit, his eyes jumping from right to left. With every step Logan would take in a long drag through his nostrils, testing the air. Scott new for sure that as soon as he stepped through those doors he'd smell Jean and the professor approaching and nine times out of ten they had called for the other x-men to assemble as back up. Taking Logan down without killing him would be a feat. He was the kind of man that wouldn't' stop coming for you unless he was on the brink of death and even then you'd still have to watch your back. They approached the Metallic automatic doors and it swooshed open. A rush of cool crisp air flooded the once stifling room. Logan stiffened and his head snapped to the left. His nostrils flared and a growl rumbled in his chest like the sound of a volcano about to erupt. He quickly backtracked, yanking his hostage with him. Scott got a small glimpse of his team mates crouched at the far end of the corridor. Logan's reaction caused them to scrap plan A and turn to plan B, which seemed to be running for the door full throttle.

"You think I'm stupid! They are waiting for me I can smell them!" He roared. He stepped back far enough that the doors swooshed closed and with one angry swipe of his claws he destroyed the keypad and sensor that allowed the doors to open. The echoing patter of hard-soled boots hitting the metallic ground was all they could hear as Scott's rescue squad reached the broken door. They were baffled when it didn't open on their approach and even more so when it wouldn't respond to their pass codes.

"Logan…" Scott croaked as Logan's meaty arm tightened around his throat. The beast within him budding and he was having trouble thinking things through. He shook his head in confusion.

"Shut up…"

"Logan…"Scott tried again.

"SHUT UP!" Logan roared. Taking the arm that was once around his throat and grabbing a handful of Scott's hair he wrenched his head back with such force his Visor slipped out of place. Stifling a gasp Scott immediately closed his eyes grimacing and realizing that he was at even more of a disadvantage now. Logan grunted, ripping the shades the rest of the way off his face and tossing them in the corner. Scott could hear the clatter as they hit the floor. Logan held him like that for awhile. Scott could sense movement and the displacement of the air in front of his face and deduced that Logan was waving his hand in front of him and testing to see if he could see. He snorted, blowing out a huge breath.

"Open your eyes…" Logan demanded.

"I can't…I'm blind without that visor."

"Blind." Logan muttered to himself. This man was blind and at his mercy and the stink of fear permeated from every pour. The stink of fear and something else, something along the lines of interest, sexual interest. The scent confused him, was this man crazy?

/Scott we can't get in, this is Shiar technology…even if there is a way to override the system the only person on Earth that would know how is Hank and after that falling out with Ororo, I'm not sure he'd even be willing to take our call./ It was Jean this time.

/Even if he was willing to help…I don't think I have that much time. / Scott grounded out. With Logan so close he felt paranoid that some how he would pick up on the fact that he was holding a secret conversation.

/You have to find out who this girl is, That's the only way you can get through to him. Find out why she's so important to him…we'll work on getting you out on this end! You work to stay alive/ She abruptly ended the mental link and Scott was left to himself.

"I've gotta find her…gotta protect her…" Logan said randomly and Scott thanked god for the opening to talk.

"Gotta protect who?" Scott asked. The mutant behind him tensed shoving him forward. What danger was a blind man anyway? Logan let down his guard a little. Watching the sightless man flail his arms to stay upright and then freeze in the middle of the room.

"You know who…don't play this game with me." Logan murmured then took to walking around the medlab for another way out. Scott stood in the middle of the Medlab. He was disoriented; he knew the school front and back blind. He had mapped it when he first arrived before Xavier was able to develop his visor technology. This was different though. He always had an exact starting place, but there was nothing he could touch and nothing he could feel to tell him where exactly he was in the medlab. He reached out taking baby steps with his palms extended forward hoping to come in contact with something that would clue him in.

"My little girl…." Logan muttered to Scott's right and out of habit Scott turned his head toward the sound even though he couldn't see.

"Your daughter?" Scott asked just for clarification.

"I didn't even get a chance to hold her…The doctor took her away." The voice was small, the gruffness had left. Also the voice was no longer moving. It was stationary to his far right and he could feel the eyes burning into him.

"I have to find her!…find her before…" Suddenly the panic was back in Logan's voice. His eyes widened in realization, as if he'd just remembered what he was after. Logan stormed to the double doors and began to claw at it. Damn the people waiting for him on the other side, he'd just have to fight them, strike them all down to find his daughter.

"Before what Logan…find her before what?" Scott had to keep him talking, Stall for more time.

"Stop pretending as if you don't know what's going on!" Logan had had enough. He stormed over to Scott, surprising the younger man by grabbing him roughly by the shoulders and pushing his backward until his back slammed into the wall.

"Don't fuck with me! I have nothing to lose." Logan spat.

"I'm not pretending or "fucking with you" I'm not one of the doctors. I'm like you, a mutant. My abilities are in my eyes, I can't open them without the visor or things will get really bad in here." Scott said with his eyes screwed shut. He looked young and vulnerable without the clunky instrument he kept strapped across his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape and his chin was tilted upward as if he were stressing all his other senses, trying desperately to make sense of the world around him.

"You don't look like one of the doctors." Logan said more rhetorically then anything else.

"Because I'm not a doctor, I could never do the things that they've done to you…I want to help but I need to know what's going on." Scott said.

"The doctor took the baby away. Wanted to see if it had the same abilities as me but when he found out it was a girl…not a boy. He told me he wanted a boy…but it was a girl. A little baby girl…"Logan's mind lost cohesion. He lost track of his thoughts and his eyes glazed over as he reminisced on things long forgotten. Scott could feel his arms go slack and fall to his sides.

"What happened…tell me what happened Logan." Scott asked. His mind reeling at all the horrors that could have occurred and feared hearing what actually happened. His brow furrowed a little in thought. Logan made no mention of the Childs mother…no mention at all, He hadn't even eluded to the presence of another just his daughter and him. Was he missing something?

"He shot her…in front of me. 'Cause it was a girl…not a boy. He wanted a boy…but it was a girl. Blood everywhere." He shakingly repeated that line again and again. Scott shivered at how haunted his voice sounded.

"Oh my god Logan…oh my god…" There was nothing else to say. Nothing else to say. The urge throw up was overwhelming.

"But I heard her crying. I heard her…she's still here! She's here and I have to find her before they get to her. They haven't done it yet…I have one more chance!" Logan screamed out, leaving the sorrow behind and replacing it with the all to familiar rage. He stormed the door once again. Growling and foaming at the mouth. His hair wet with sweat, his shirtless chest glistening and heaved with aggression as he battered the door, screaming at his teammates on the other side. He was losing it, his emotions switching dangerously between sorrow and anger, hope and defeat. Once he realized his claws were doing nothing but scratching the surface he retracted them deciding to use his bare knuckles. He punched at the unyielding door. Scott could hear the wet sound of bloody torn knuckles smashing against metal. Blood dripped down the door as Logan continued, unconscious of the state of his hands or the blood loss. Scott didn't know what to do, he couldn't think of anything he could say to alleviate Logan's pain and it hurt him that he was powerless. The leader of the X-men didn't have the answer…couldn't fix this. Couldn't fix a teammate, a friend. Uselessness.

/Scott, I heard everything through the mind link. This isn't going to end, he'll keep looking for her…he's going to have to realize that she's gone. Only then can we help him./ The professor spoke up.

/professor…/ Scott said. Glad he wasn't alone and glad he didn't have to deal with the sadness on his own but taken aback by the professor's bluntness. This situation was disgusting in every sense of the word and Scott wasn't sure whether he should cry or scream.

/I know Scott, this is the most heinous of crimes. Killing a child, a defenseless baby. I can't even imagine the grief he must feel but he can't go on this way. These feelings have to be dealt with and they can't if he's trapped in this delusional state. I fear there is only one way to bring an end to this./ The professor waited for Scott's acknowledgement but he got no response.

/Gathering from what Logan has just said and from what Jean has told me from her walk in Logan's mind the sound of a gunshot should end this delusion. /

/Do you know what that's gonna do to him! He's gonna have to relive that horror all over again/

/Scott he's already reliving it…we are going to stop this…and then we are going to help him pick up the pieces./ The professor said matter-a-factly.

/I think this is our only chance Scott. I got in contact with Hank and he's coming as fast as he can, but it'll still be hours before he can get here. We're gonna have to defuse this situation and I think this is the only way. / Jean chimed in and activity on the other side of the door froze. The sudden hush in the hallway caught Logan's attention and he stopped banging at the door and just listened, puzzled. Quiet loomed over them as the weight of Scott's decision, secret to Logan, was laying like a wet blanket over everyone caught in the tense situation. Scott hung his head.

/Alright…do it./

TBC…

Author's note: I took some liberty here with the whole "Shiar technology" thing. I know the danger-room is Shiar Technology and some of there bigger medical instruments are so I took it a little further and wrote in that the whole medlab was creating using Shiar technology. (Which is an alien race for all those who don't know).