Chapter 3
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AN: I will give you this hint about the name Roe. It is a short form of a name. However I am not going to spoil it by saying if it is Storm or Rogue or someone else entirely. That would spoil the story. You will have to read and find out. Don't forget to read and review.
X-Men is not owned by me, I am just borrowing the characters to create this story.
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Logan downed another beer when he noticed the time. It was indeed getting late especially since the bar was about to close for the night. He had been there since he had left the medic lab late that evening.
Calling to the bartender for another beer his thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Professor Xavier.
"Now I know you would like to keep your privacy, I can assure you every confidentiality. I am here to help, if you will let me. Now will you tell me what is happening?" Xavier had stated after he had regained unconsciousness.
He had taken many long minutes to think about it before he answered him. Deep down he knew he could trust Wheels but it wasn't something he, the Wolverine, would ever feel comfortable in doing.
"Hey Mac. We're closing soon. Its time you left." The bartender interrupted his thoughts.
Logan had been sitting at the bar with his arms on the counter and his head and shoulders hunched over as if drowning his sorrows in his drink. Very slowly he lifted his head as his eyes met those of the other man. The other guy was heavy built and could possibly take on any normal guy that showed any signs of problems. However he was no match for the Wolverine. With a low predatory growl, Wolverine stood up slowly from his stool. The other guy backed away immediately upon seeing the untamed and beastly eyes.
"Never mind. Take your time. I still have things to do." The bartender muttered frightened as he went about his business, leaving the wild animal where he was.
Sitting back down again, Logan took another slug of beer as his mind drifted to the events of the evening.
"So Logan?" Xavier has asked again. The two had heard the medic lab doors begin to open once more as Jean Grey was returning with Logan's medical results.
Before she came into hearing distance, Logan had sighed and said. "Tonight." Before he jumped up with the bed's sheet wrapped around him went to get dressed.
Xavier had only nodded and reversed his wheel chair to meet Jean and talk to her.
Logan laughed to himself as he took another gulp of beer, his mind becoming freer with every sip. He hadn't wanted to explain his dreams. As it was they were too emotional. Ole' Wheels knew what he meant when he said tonight. Xavier would be monitoring his mind and his dreams. Xavier had mentioned to the others that he was retiring early due to being tired, however Logan knew he was getting some rest knowing he would be needed to remain awake.
Looking at his watch it read just after one. The professor would be getting up soon as he had stated telepathically to him before retiring. He had also warned that he would notify him when he was awake and ready.
Closing his eyes his thoughts again drifted to his dream. His mind was still confused at what to believe. A part of him wanted to believe that the dream was actually a memory, a link to his past. He couldn't trust his instincts at this time because they changed like the wind. One moment his instincts told him to believe while at others they would say that it was something else entirely. However what could it be? Question after question raced through his mind. What if scenarios raced through him like a tidal wave crashing on the beach.
If this Roe existed and if she were his wife like the dream said, did that mean he may have a child. Through out the years he could remember he had never once come across the name Roe, nor any person that could remotely resembled the girl in his dreams. Her hair had been long as dark as ebony, with the darkest eyes he had ever seen. She had been very petite, slim and athletic from what he could tell by the dream. No. He shook his head. He had never come across a beauty like that either from a picture or real person.
He looked inside the beer bottle and resumed his thoughts. The ring he had taken from her, the tags? He had also never come across them. Still how did he know when this memory loss occurred? His mind was in shambles, the memories after waking up in the wilderness didn't even seem real to him.
What wasn't real? A voice asked in his head.
Logan jumped from his stool. He looked around the empty bar, not even the bartender was in the same room. Logan could hear him in the back cleaning up.
Growling he got into his attack stance and waited, his sense of smell trying to determine if an enemy was near. Still nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
Logan! A voice called his name.
Shaking his head he slammed down the bottle of beer in his fury. Xavier!
The Professor chuckled slightly in his mind.
Logan, I am prepared if you would like to come back to the mansion to begin. Or if you want I can leave you alone if you think the beer will help better than I can? Came the sarcastic drawl.
Logan lifted an eyebrow at that.
Coming. Wheels. He said emphasizing the last bit.
With that he got his jacket, left a tip and made his way to the "borrowed" motorcycle, Xavier still chuckling in the back of his mind.
Xavier broke the connection to Logan as soon as he realized he was on his way back to the mansion. When he had mind called he could almost feel Logan's confused emotions but hadn't dwelled on it any further. However he was glad that Logan had agreed to this. After his talk with Logan he had went to see Jean about the lab tests performed. Each one had come up negative other than higher blood pressure and increased brain functions that were all normal for a person in Logan's case. Unfortunately nothing could explain as to why Wolverine collapsed like he did.
Sighing Xavier started to prepare himself for the long night ahead. Jean did all she could medically, now it was his turn.
Many minutes later, Xavier heard the sounds of a motorcycle come up the drive. Logan silently entered the mansion as he made his way to his bedroom. Xavier could almost sense The Wolverine's uneasiness about tonight. However the Professor knew he would not back out of it only to see if they were indeed memories. This was indeed a key to a door into his past and Logan would never let this opportunity pass him bye.
Xavier reached out with his mind and lightly passed by Logan's mind in the attempt to see if he was ready. After another few minutes he felt the Wolverine's mind start to settle into sleep.
"I guess the show is about to begin." The Professor stated to himself as he slowly made himself comfortable and eased himself into a sleeping position as he started to calm his mind. In response his eyes closed and his body became limp.
To be continued.
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AN: I will give you this hint about the name Roe. It is a short form of a name. However I am not going to spoil it by saying if it is Storm or Rogue or someone else entirely. That would spoil the story. You will have to read and find out. Don't forget to read and review.
X-Men is not owned by me, I am just borrowing the characters to create this story.
*******************************************************************
Logan downed another beer when he noticed the time. It was indeed getting late especially since the bar was about to close for the night. He had been there since he had left the medic lab late that evening.
Calling to the bartender for another beer his thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Professor Xavier.
"Now I know you would like to keep your privacy, I can assure you every confidentiality. I am here to help, if you will let me. Now will you tell me what is happening?" Xavier had stated after he had regained unconsciousness.
He had taken many long minutes to think about it before he answered him. Deep down he knew he could trust Wheels but it wasn't something he, the Wolverine, would ever feel comfortable in doing.
"Hey Mac. We're closing soon. Its time you left." The bartender interrupted his thoughts.
Logan had been sitting at the bar with his arms on the counter and his head and shoulders hunched over as if drowning his sorrows in his drink. Very slowly he lifted his head as his eyes met those of the other man. The other guy was heavy built and could possibly take on any normal guy that showed any signs of problems. However he was no match for the Wolverine. With a low predatory growl, Wolverine stood up slowly from his stool. The other guy backed away immediately upon seeing the untamed and beastly eyes.
"Never mind. Take your time. I still have things to do." The bartender muttered frightened as he went about his business, leaving the wild animal where he was.
Sitting back down again, Logan took another slug of beer as his mind drifted to the events of the evening.
"So Logan?" Xavier has asked again. The two had heard the medic lab doors begin to open once more as Jean Grey was returning with Logan's medical results.
Before she came into hearing distance, Logan had sighed and said. "Tonight." Before he jumped up with the bed's sheet wrapped around him went to get dressed.
Xavier had only nodded and reversed his wheel chair to meet Jean and talk to her.
Logan laughed to himself as he took another gulp of beer, his mind becoming freer with every sip. He hadn't wanted to explain his dreams. As it was they were too emotional. Ole' Wheels knew what he meant when he said tonight. Xavier would be monitoring his mind and his dreams. Xavier had mentioned to the others that he was retiring early due to being tired, however Logan knew he was getting some rest knowing he would be needed to remain awake.
Looking at his watch it read just after one. The professor would be getting up soon as he had stated telepathically to him before retiring. He had also warned that he would notify him when he was awake and ready.
Closing his eyes his thoughts again drifted to his dream. His mind was still confused at what to believe. A part of him wanted to believe that the dream was actually a memory, a link to his past. He couldn't trust his instincts at this time because they changed like the wind. One moment his instincts told him to believe while at others they would say that it was something else entirely. However what could it be? Question after question raced through his mind. What if scenarios raced through him like a tidal wave crashing on the beach.
If this Roe existed and if she were his wife like the dream said, did that mean he may have a child. Through out the years he could remember he had never once come across the name Roe, nor any person that could remotely resembled the girl in his dreams. Her hair had been long as dark as ebony, with the darkest eyes he had ever seen. She had been very petite, slim and athletic from what he could tell by the dream. No. He shook his head. He had never come across a beauty like that either from a picture or real person.
He looked inside the beer bottle and resumed his thoughts. The ring he had taken from her, the tags? He had also never come across them. Still how did he know when this memory loss occurred? His mind was in shambles, the memories after waking up in the wilderness didn't even seem real to him.
What wasn't real? A voice asked in his head.
Logan jumped from his stool. He looked around the empty bar, not even the bartender was in the same room. Logan could hear him in the back cleaning up.
Growling he got into his attack stance and waited, his sense of smell trying to determine if an enemy was near. Still nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
Logan! A voice called his name.
Shaking his head he slammed down the bottle of beer in his fury. Xavier!
The Professor chuckled slightly in his mind.
Logan, I am prepared if you would like to come back to the mansion to begin. Or if you want I can leave you alone if you think the beer will help better than I can? Came the sarcastic drawl.
Logan lifted an eyebrow at that.
Coming. Wheels. He said emphasizing the last bit.
With that he got his jacket, left a tip and made his way to the "borrowed" motorcycle, Xavier still chuckling in the back of his mind.
Xavier broke the connection to Logan as soon as he realized he was on his way back to the mansion. When he had mind called he could almost feel Logan's confused emotions but hadn't dwelled on it any further. However he was glad that Logan had agreed to this. After his talk with Logan he had went to see Jean about the lab tests performed. Each one had come up negative other than higher blood pressure and increased brain functions that were all normal for a person in Logan's case. Unfortunately nothing could explain as to why Wolverine collapsed like he did.
Sighing Xavier started to prepare himself for the long night ahead. Jean did all she could medically, now it was his turn.
Many minutes later, Xavier heard the sounds of a motorcycle come up the drive. Logan silently entered the mansion as he made his way to his bedroom. Xavier could almost sense The Wolverine's uneasiness about tonight. However the Professor knew he would not back out of it only to see if they were indeed memories. This was indeed a key to a door into his past and Logan would never let this opportunity pass him bye.
Xavier reached out with his mind and lightly passed by Logan's mind in the attempt to see if he was ready. After another few minutes he felt the Wolverine's mind start to settle into sleep.
"I guess the show is about to begin." The Professor stated to himself as he slowly made himself comfortable and eased himself into a sleeping position as he started to calm his mind. In response his eyes closed and his body became limp.
To be continued.