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Chapter 3

"Well, I wonder how Clarah is doing. Especially as I believe Charles had her room bricked shut when she left the last time," mused Dr. McCoy.

"I doubt that was a problem for her," said Rogue from the doorway. "I was in the hallway when she chose to pass through the bricks. She also blasted a whole load of dust out the window on the dead bushes below that corner of the Manor. We also heard a sort of cracking which I believe was her removing the bricks from her door. I also heard some sort of heavy metal rock music blaring out and a shower starting up like she was getting ready to take a shower. Now please, who is she and why does she seem to know everything about the manor?"

"She grew up here, Marie. She is the Professor's daughter. Don't judge until you know her, it will make it less of a shock when she surprises you. Now get back to the infirmary please," said Storm, in an attempt to dissuade Rogue from asking any more questions about the appearance of Demon.

"I have to say that I recognize her from somewhere. Not too sure where from though. Do either of you recognize her?" asked Logan.

"I seem to but, every time I get close to figuring out where from something shuts the door…or something like that. I'm not too sure," Storm replied reticently.

"Once she becomes more comfortable she might begin to let people know her and/or remember her again. Just give her time; she is not used to people caring about her, or for that matter even knowing that she is there. She has a past with the government that few could rival, save possibly Logan here. Even he will have trouble contending for having the government mess around in their lives the most, as I believe she is also an assassin for them. I know it's hard not only to get to know her but also to trust her, but just give her some time, please," begged Dr. McCoy. Then all three of them began hearing the smacking of heels on tiles coming towards them. In just a few short seconds, Clarah stepped through the doorway wearing a flowing navy blue v-neck knee-length dress with matching stilettos, her hair flowing around her shoulders.

Holy Cow! thought Logan

Good Lord. No one is going to get anything done, thought Storm.

"My dear, you look beautiful," crooned Hank.

"Thank you, Hank. You don't look too bad yourself," she said truly delighted. "Are you ready to go? Or do you need to finish your meeting with Storm here?"

"Actually I need to discuss a few more things with Storm, if you don't mind."

"Not at all. Logan, would you be so kind as to show me the new wing on the manor?"

"Umm…" He turns to look at Storm and Dr. McCoy both who nod at him. "Alright," he said cautiously as he got up to walk with her.

"You know I will never hurt you or any of the people here. I know what each of you meant to my father and what some of you meant to me when you could remember me," she said quietly.

"What do you mean by that? I mean … alright I am going to just treat you like I do everyone else and I apologize if it offends you. You scare the shit out of me. I can tell that if you decide to take me out I can't stop you…"

She stops walking as she interrupts him. "Logan, you of all the people here have nothing to fear from me…Do you hear that?" Her eyes go wide and she begins striding off to the entrance hall. Upon reaching there she stops and looks at the slender blue skinned woman standing there and says, "Mystique. I thought you got shot with the cure."

"Yeah I did, but I changed back a couple of months ago."

"Fan-fucking-tastic."

"For me and not you, sweetheart."

"Incorrect," Clarah said as her eyes turned red and three claws unsheathed from each of her hands, just like Logan's. "For me and not you, Raven."

"I thought you were dead."

"Nope, Demon is still alive and kicking. And ready to play." Upon saying that she launched herself into the air and flipped over just as Mystique did something similar except in the opposite direction. They began going at it as if there were no tomorrow, except for one difference, Demon was not bleeding or bruised at all whereas Mystique was looking a lot bluer than usual, as if she were seriously bruised, and there was a significant amount of blood dripping off of her.

All of a sudden Mystique dropped to the ground and said "This isn't over, Demon." She started running away through the entrance hall.

"I never thought it was, Raven," Demon said quietly as she lowered herself back to the ground. She resheathed her adamantium claws and straightened her dress again. When she looked back up her eyes were back to their original chocolate brown. She looked at Logan and then strode off straight to Storm's office at an almost run, as much as stilettos would allow her to run.

Logan came running after her but just as he reached her she flashed out of where she was standing to Storm's office.

"…She is just like everyone else here…" Dr. McCoy was saying as Clarah popped into existence in the middle of the room and swayed as she then proceeded to collapse to the ground in a dead faint.

"Clarah! What the hell?" shouted Beast.

"What has she been doing?" said Storm as she went to check Clarah's eyes. Only to reveal that they were blood red, halfway between chocolate brown and their usual Demon red. "Hank? You know something about this?"

"She used a power untrained. This is what happens, for her. Damn it, we are just going to have to take care of her until she wakes up on her own. What I would like to know is who or what she was running from that she was so afraid of she panicked and decided to flash out…" Suddenly Logan bursts through the door at a run, "Well, now we know. I thought you were told to be nice," Hank growled.

"I was being nice. Mystique attacked in the Hall and she fought her. What's wrong with her? I was trying to take care of her when she ran away, I chased after her, and then she flashed out on me. Is she alright?"

"She will be fine. She just passed out; you scared her by chasing after her. She panicked and used one of her powers untrained. This is what usually happens when she does that, unless it a lower level power. I think she got this one from Nightcrawler. We need to get her into bed. Logan can you carry her, she weighs too much for me to lift," said Dr. McCoy.

"Really? She doesn't look that heavy," said Storm.

"She has claws like me, Storm. I would lay odds all her bones are also covered with adamantium just like mine," stated Logan as he walked towards where Clarah lay prone on the floor. He bent over and began straining to pick her up. Finally, he had her in his arms and she was abruptly lighter causing him to have to readjust his hold on her quickly. "I think she may have some fail safes in place so that people can take care of her when this happens. She's lighter than she was at first. I think Storm could carry her now," Logan said. As he finished that last sentence, Clarah's arms went around him as if to say, 'No. You, not her.'

"I'd say she doesn't want anyone else to carry her," said Dr. McCoy as he walked behind Logan and saw what was on Clarah's left ring finger. Residing on her finger was something he had never seen before as she usually wore gloves of some description. She was wearing a beautiful round diamond solitaire.