Chapter Seven
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AN: Chapter Seven is here!!! Thanks for those who reviewed this is for you guys! Hope you enjoy.
Again these X-men do not belong to me I am just borrowing them to create this story.
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We will meet again my wolverine.the thought penetrated the unconscious mind.
Somewhere in the west in the middle of the night, the words echoed through the mind of a figure that shifted slightly in the large bed then awoke with a start. The figure sighed tiredly and pushed the blankets away. The figure's slight frame lifted herself from her bed and walked to the double windows that overlooked a big city. Rubbing her eyes from the lack of sleep, she knew she was not going to be able to sleep again this night.
The dreams had been plaguing her for weeks now. Actually even longer then that if she didn't want to fool herself. She looked up to try and see the night sky and felt disappointed since the city lights prevented their beauty from cascading down upon them.
Rubbing her temples, the girl tried to keep the migraine away that she always formed when she had that particular dream. She didn't understand it but she knew from experience that this was something more then the average dream.
As far back as she could remember she had created this image of this perfect man. Until the dreams began she never really knew why that image haunted her. Had even prevented her from committing herself to others she had gotten close to.
Her perfect image was the very man she had been dreaming about, the very one who had held her in his arms as she lay dying. This wolverine haunted her nights. The smell of him during these dreams intoxicated her as no other alcohol could ever do and when he had kissed her that one time she had felt she had become one with his soul.
Groaning she brought her hands to her temples as the migraine became worse. Every night she dreamt the same scenes, the mansion and the man and her death. Every night they ended the just the same way. Tonight the dream had been different though. Looking curiously at the neon lights dancing from the streets below, she started to think.
Tonight she had felt that there was another person looking in. One who felt familiar yet couldn't place in her memories. The migraine suddenly exploded and the dancing lights began to appear in front of her.
Damn. She thought in-between the paining knife stabs. She had to get to the bottom of this.
Dragging her form from the double windows she made her way to her bedside and the emergency supply of migraine pills the doctor had supplied. Quickly taking some she carefully got into bed, as she knew they would knock her out. She brought the covers up to her chest and quickly became drowsy.
Where are you my wolverine? Her last thought before she slept.
Where are you my Wolverine? Her voice penetrated Logan's mind, as he seemed to drift in the light for a long time.
Logan's mind searched the brightness but could not tell where it had come from.
Roe! He screamed within his mind. For many moments he remained silent as if hoping the voice would respond.
Logan come back to us! Another voice penetrated the light.
Wolverine you must return to us if you wish to have your answers. Another voice came to him.
The first one had seemed familiar but he knew right away who the other's was.
Professor? His tormented mind asked.
Yes, Logan. The professor's voice suddenly became clearer.
Logan closed his eyes to the light and suddenly pain; confusion and sounds penetrated his senses. He slowly reopened his eyes and again was blinded by light, so he closed them again.
"No shugah' its alright." The voice of Marie came to him.
Groaning from the pain he was in he again opened his eyes and sensed familiar odours in the room. He took a minute to let his eyes adjust to the artificial light from above.
"Not again!" his voice growled with an intenseness that shook his entire body.
He looked around his bed and knew he was back in the med lab. Jean was on the side monitoring his vital and brainwave signs. She looked down at Logan and smiled her relief.
"Its good to have you back Logan." She said as she planted a kiss on his forehead.
The professor, Marie, Storm and Scott were all there. Everyone wore faces of relief, even Scott looked happy to know that Wolverine was going to be okay.
Grunting his thanks he turned to the Professor and his eyes told him something. The professor nodded and turned to the others to dismiss them. All except for Jean.
As the others disappeared, after wishing him a speedy recovery, Logan turned to the Professor again.
"What about Jean?" he whispered.
The Professor nodded and closed his eyes, mind speaking to Jean. Jean looked down at Logan and then looked at Xavier and nodded slightly.
As soon as she was gone, Wolverine's face became impatient.
"So?" he growled at Xavier.
"So. what?" The professor said with a slight smile at the corner of his face.
Logan was in no mood for word games and became angry. He lifted himself from the bed and inched his way closer to the man who was in the wheelchair beside his bed.
"Alright Logan no need to get testy." The professor frowned.
Logan's frame stiffened at what he had done and then quickly straightened and laid back into the pillows. Taking a deep breath and concentrating at controlling his anger he asked again calmly.
"Did you find out anything?"
Xavier nodded slightly. "I think I did. However I am unsure of what it all means.yet."
Logan sighed and said quickly, "Well at least something. What did you find out.Wheels?"
"When I first entered your mind I discovered the source of your memory loss." He said keeping it simple and to the point. "It was like someone had created a black wall that would attack anything or anyone from getting into the rest of your mind."
Logan's face frowned and then grew angry. "Who did this to me. A Mutant? Can it be removed?"
Xavier shook his head. "I don't know who did this, however I am fairly certain it wasn't from a telepathic mutant, since the wall seems to have a chemical agent to it. I have asked Jean to scan the area of your brain where your mind usually keeps your memories to look for anything odd in its chemical makeup. As for your question if can be removed? I do not know. If it were a telepathic block I would say yes, though it would have taken a long time. Unfortunately I believe it was a chemical compound mixed with your mutant DNA that created the barrier. Perhaps with Jean's help we will be able to dissolve the barrier but it may prove more harmful then good."
Logan looked down to his hands that were clamped around the bed sheets as if it were a life line. "What about the dream?" he whispered.
"Your so called dream I believe is an actual memory. You see while I was in your mind next to the barrier, I heard you screaming out Roe and the black wall seemed to crack and break. Something is trying to break out of the wall and I believe it may just be a matter of time before it falls down completely. Though again we don't know how long that could take or the state of your mind will be in when it does." The Professor explained.
"So your are telling me that this girl I am dreaming about is real? Why are my memories coming to me now? I don't understand." The wolverine lowered his head in defeat, something that Logan had never done before.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep? It's still very early. Do not worry Logan. We will talk again. Perhaps the answers will find their way to you." He said as he wheeled himself out of the room leaving the wolverine to himself.
Logan groaned in agony as his tired body screamed for rest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Roe?" he whispered in his sleep.
To be continued.
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AN: Chapter Seven is here!!! Thanks for those who reviewed this is for you guys! Hope you enjoy.
Again these X-men do not belong to me I am just borrowing them to create this story.
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We will meet again my wolverine.the thought penetrated the unconscious mind.
Somewhere in the west in the middle of the night, the words echoed through the mind of a figure that shifted slightly in the large bed then awoke with a start. The figure sighed tiredly and pushed the blankets away. The figure's slight frame lifted herself from her bed and walked to the double windows that overlooked a big city. Rubbing her eyes from the lack of sleep, she knew she was not going to be able to sleep again this night.
The dreams had been plaguing her for weeks now. Actually even longer then that if she didn't want to fool herself. She looked up to try and see the night sky and felt disappointed since the city lights prevented their beauty from cascading down upon them.
Rubbing her temples, the girl tried to keep the migraine away that she always formed when she had that particular dream. She didn't understand it but she knew from experience that this was something more then the average dream.
As far back as she could remember she had created this image of this perfect man. Until the dreams began she never really knew why that image haunted her. Had even prevented her from committing herself to others she had gotten close to.
Her perfect image was the very man she had been dreaming about, the very one who had held her in his arms as she lay dying. This wolverine haunted her nights. The smell of him during these dreams intoxicated her as no other alcohol could ever do and when he had kissed her that one time she had felt she had become one with his soul.
Groaning she brought her hands to her temples as the migraine became worse. Every night she dreamt the same scenes, the mansion and the man and her death. Every night they ended the just the same way. Tonight the dream had been different though. Looking curiously at the neon lights dancing from the streets below, she started to think.
Tonight she had felt that there was another person looking in. One who felt familiar yet couldn't place in her memories. The migraine suddenly exploded and the dancing lights began to appear in front of her.
Damn. She thought in-between the paining knife stabs. She had to get to the bottom of this.
Dragging her form from the double windows she made her way to her bedside and the emergency supply of migraine pills the doctor had supplied. Quickly taking some she carefully got into bed, as she knew they would knock her out. She brought the covers up to her chest and quickly became drowsy.
Where are you my wolverine? Her last thought before she slept.
Where are you my Wolverine? Her voice penetrated Logan's mind, as he seemed to drift in the light for a long time.
Logan's mind searched the brightness but could not tell where it had come from.
Roe! He screamed within his mind. For many moments he remained silent as if hoping the voice would respond.
Logan come back to us! Another voice penetrated the light.
Wolverine you must return to us if you wish to have your answers. Another voice came to him.
The first one had seemed familiar but he knew right away who the other's was.
Professor? His tormented mind asked.
Yes, Logan. The professor's voice suddenly became clearer.
Logan closed his eyes to the light and suddenly pain; confusion and sounds penetrated his senses. He slowly reopened his eyes and again was blinded by light, so he closed them again.
"No shugah' its alright." The voice of Marie came to him.
Groaning from the pain he was in he again opened his eyes and sensed familiar odours in the room. He took a minute to let his eyes adjust to the artificial light from above.
"Not again!" his voice growled with an intenseness that shook his entire body.
He looked around his bed and knew he was back in the med lab. Jean was on the side monitoring his vital and brainwave signs. She looked down at Logan and smiled her relief.
"Its good to have you back Logan." She said as she planted a kiss on his forehead.
The professor, Marie, Storm and Scott were all there. Everyone wore faces of relief, even Scott looked happy to know that Wolverine was going to be okay.
Grunting his thanks he turned to the Professor and his eyes told him something. The professor nodded and turned to the others to dismiss them. All except for Jean.
As the others disappeared, after wishing him a speedy recovery, Logan turned to the Professor again.
"What about Jean?" he whispered.
The Professor nodded and closed his eyes, mind speaking to Jean. Jean looked down at Logan and then looked at Xavier and nodded slightly.
As soon as she was gone, Wolverine's face became impatient.
"So?" he growled at Xavier.
"So. what?" The professor said with a slight smile at the corner of his face.
Logan was in no mood for word games and became angry. He lifted himself from the bed and inched his way closer to the man who was in the wheelchair beside his bed.
"Alright Logan no need to get testy." The professor frowned.
Logan's frame stiffened at what he had done and then quickly straightened and laid back into the pillows. Taking a deep breath and concentrating at controlling his anger he asked again calmly.
"Did you find out anything?"
Xavier nodded slightly. "I think I did. However I am unsure of what it all means.yet."
Logan sighed and said quickly, "Well at least something. What did you find out.Wheels?"
"When I first entered your mind I discovered the source of your memory loss." He said keeping it simple and to the point. "It was like someone had created a black wall that would attack anything or anyone from getting into the rest of your mind."
Logan's face frowned and then grew angry. "Who did this to me. A Mutant? Can it be removed?"
Xavier shook his head. "I don't know who did this, however I am fairly certain it wasn't from a telepathic mutant, since the wall seems to have a chemical agent to it. I have asked Jean to scan the area of your brain where your mind usually keeps your memories to look for anything odd in its chemical makeup. As for your question if can be removed? I do not know. If it were a telepathic block I would say yes, though it would have taken a long time. Unfortunately I believe it was a chemical compound mixed with your mutant DNA that created the barrier. Perhaps with Jean's help we will be able to dissolve the barrier but it may prove more harmful then good."
Logan looked down to his hands that were clamped around the bed sheets as if it were a life line. "What about the dream?" he whispered.
"Your so called dream I believe is an actual memory. You see while I was in your mind next to the barrier, I heard you screaming out Roe and the black wall seemed to crack and break. Something is trying to break out of the wall and I believe it may just be a matter of time before it falls down completely. Though again we don't know how long that could take or the state of your mind will be in when it does." The Professor explained.
"So your are telling me that this girl I am dreaming about is real? Why are my memories coming to me now? I don't understand." The wolverine lowered his head in defeat, something that Logan had never done before.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep? It's still very early. Do not worry Logan. We will talk again. Perhaps the answers will find their way to you." He said as he wheeled himself out of the room leaving the wolverine to himself.
Logan groaned in agony as his tired body screamed for rest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"Roe?" he whispered in his sleep.
To be continued.