Disclaimer: Same as before, will be the same pretty much throughout the entire story.

Sorry about it being so long before I got this out there I was packing up from college and then I was on holiday. It will be a little bit before the next one will come out since I have abit of writer's block on what should happen next, if you have any ideas let me know! Also Please review! If you like it then let me know, if there are problems, let me know...you get the picture. Thanks!

Chapter 4

Damn. I feel like a truck has hit my head at 60 mph, thought Clarah. Maybe I should try getting up. At the very least, a bathroom run is in order, if not food. She slowly opened her eyelids and saw Logan lying curled up in the recliner on the opposite side of the room. Aww, I wish I could just tell him. But nooooo, I can't because he ran away from the compound. Oh, well. Bathroom now. With that, she got up out of bed and went to utilize the facilities. She came back in to find that Logan was still asleep. So, she picked up a blanket, walked over to where Logan was lying, and tucked it in around him. She brushed his hair away from his face and then turned around grabbed her gloves and keys from the bowl by the door and headed out in search of food.

As she pulled the door closed behind her, Logan opened his eyes. Why had she treated him that way? It was as if she really cared about him. Oh well, at least he now knew where that smell had come from; it was permeating this room. The smell is her. Damn, I should remember something about her. He got up and began to look around the room in search of something that would give him any indication of who she was. He walked around looking at different awards that she had received as a child and then came to a wall with shelves full of pictures.

At the bottom, were pictures of her when she was very young, crawling and sometimes flying around with the Professor. Then as Logan looked to about three quarters of the way up the wall he saw pictures of three teenage girls hanging out, dressed up for parties, as X-Men, and also playing in a band. Wait. Is that Storm? It can't be, she said she doesn't remember her. Yet the pictures on the shelf showed otherwise. There in the middle was a girl that was clearly Demon when she was younger smiling with her arms around two other girls. The one on Demon's right had white hair and yet was very dark skinned as if she were African-American. And the one on Demon's left had pale skin, glasses and red hair.

Damn. Demon was best friends with Storm and Jean. At least they knew each other. He then proceeded up the wall to the top shelf at which he was just above eye level with. It showed a picture of Demon as she was now being hugged by… Its not possible. I refuse to let that be possible.

Yet picture after picture and that top shelf revealed Demon and himself to be hanging out, at a wedding, in Army combats, in front of a Christmas tree, in Army dress uniform, kissing at a picnic, with him kneeling in front of her holding out a box, her kissing him with an engagement ring on her finger, them with William Stryker. Oh, Professor why did you never tell me that I was engaged to your daughter.

"Find something interesting?" asked Beast from the doorway causing Logan to jump a foot into the air. "Well well, a little jumpy today aren't we. What did you find?" he asked as he went over to where Logan was standing. "Ah, her photo wall. She was always so proud of this thing," he said as he went up the layers of shelves. When he reached the top shelf he turned to Logan very slowly, "Shit."

"Correct," said Clarah as she got up from leaning against the doorway.

"We were just admiring your photo wall, Clarah," said Beast.

"Bullshit. You were wondering how I could keep the fact that Logan and I had been involved a secret this whole time. Also no doubt, why I would do so. Now let me tell you this, Logan, Hank neither of you are to breathe a word of this to Ororo. Understood?" When they both nodded she continued, "Hank, please leave, I need to talk with Logan." She waited until he had left and closed the door. She then began talk, "Logan, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you but I wasn't given the chance. I am not expecting anything from you along those lines anymore. If you want, I can give you the ring back. I just wanted to get my bearing back before I dealt with our history. Alright?"

"No not really. Well I am about everything you just said, but I just don't remember you at all."

"I know that happened every time they put you through a procedure with that damn chemical in the water when they were grafting the adamantium to you bones. I asked Stryker why it happened and he said it was either the reaction of the testosterone in your blood with the chemical; it had something to do with your healing power; or just a defense mechanism. Whatever it was they always brought you back to our cell so that I could take care of you and help you remember who you were. Until one day, they didn't and they wouldn't tell me why. I don't really remember what happened after that, it is all kind of fuzzy. I just know I flipped out. That was the first time that anyone outside of this institution had seen my full power. Stryker was ecstatic; he thought it was a result of estrogen reacting with the chemical. Therefore, he was given funding to try on another female mutant that had your healing power, poor woman. While he was testing with her I was sent to the Pentagon and kept there to be studied. When the woman was finished and didn't exhibit the same characteristics as me the president cut his funding significantly. Both Stryker and the President came to see me at the Pentagon. They made the mistake of coming in the room. I can show you what happened," she said as she walked toward him and put her hands on either side of his head and closed her eyes, much like Jean and the Professor did sometimes.

10 Years ago: Stryker came barreling in screaming at Clarah, "What the hell happened with you?" She sat there silently staring at the painting she had made shortly after her incarceration in this cell and not moving. "Pay attention to me!" He walks up to Clarah and pulls back his hand in preparation to slap her, his hand falls to halfway when he can no longer move any part of his body.

"Healing was never my power, asshole." Clarah gets up and walks towards the door when it opens and admits the President.

"Leave her alone, William. You never questioned her, did you?"

"He's not bothering me anymore, Mr. President. But you are in my way."

"You're not leaving here ever again, my dear."

"Wrong." Demon's eyes turn to a vivid glowing red as she summons several of her powers and lifts the President much like she had Stryker. "I can do anything I damn well please, and no one not even your fucking guards can stop me."

"Clarah Baelythque Xavier," said a voice from the doorway.

"What do you want, Beastie?" she spat.

"I want you to consider what life would be like being hunted all of your life. You could never again go to visit your father."

"He doesn't want to see me anyway, that's why I joined the army."

"You would never again have a permanent home, a family. You will never be able to get married or have a family…"

"I can't do that anyway, Jackass! That bitch hanging there," she points at Stryker "took that away from me when he 'lost' my fiancée. I will never be sure if he is alive or if he will come back." She turns to the President. "I will remain in contact with Dr. McCoy here as well as the Department of Mutant Affairs and with my father. This should help you to keep tabs on me. But under no circumstances should you think you control me.

I am not a chip for you to barter, trade or win with. If you need something done I will consider it, I will have the last say. Do not use this right copiously, for it will stop should you do so. I am my own boss. And remember should you ever try to have me 'taken care of', I will kill those you send after me; then I will come after you!" She walked to the closet and grabbed her bag in which she had packed everything of her own, as she had forseen this little meeting. Then she irately strode out of the door and out of the Pentagon, never to be seen by the government again, save by Hank McCoy many years later.

Back in her old cell the President and Stryker are still suspended mid-motion. Hank McCoy walks around them and sits down where Clarah had been seen until just a short while ago. "Well, you two certain got yourselves in a pickle. I warned you Mr. President not to piss off Charles Xavier's daughter. But you chose not to listen; it is now your responsibility and that of those who follow you to handle the Demon you have let loose on the world."

"Can you get us down from here?" asked Stryker.

"Hell no. You are stuck there until she wishes to release you. And I'd say you are in for a long stay. Especially you Stryker, she has had a bone to grind with you for a while now. You never did pay attention to those around you. You now have what happens to both the male and female versions of your beasts. They both beat the shit out of you and then ran the hell away. I think it is time you both learn, don't mess around with mutants because they will fight right back at you and generally with a greater result and more catastrophic especially with Clarah."

"Who is Clarah?" asked the President.

"Why, she is the woman holding you in suspension right now. You did not even bother to learn her name. Sad really…for you, not her." With that Dr. Hank McCoy walked out of the Pentagon for the last time.

"Woah," said Logan as he swayed from being released from her flashback.

"No shit," said Clarah as she caught him and steadied herself against him.

"Are you alright? You look really pale to me," he said as he continued to hold onto her and proceeded to pick her up.

"You know I can walk."

"I know but I feel terrible about all you went through." And that you waited this whole time for me to come back while I didn't even remember that you existed.

"Its ok, Logan. I kind of knew you were never coming back. I just said that to the president in a fit of passion. Why don't we both walk down to the kitchen and get some food, its been a couple of hours and I'm starved. I'm up for some steak what about you?"

"Sure." He continued to carry her on his way to the kitchen.

"I don't think you understand me. Put me on my feet, Logan. You already swept me off them a while ago. You have to earn the right to hold me again…I can make you put me down, you know."

He sighed and set her on her feet. They both headed off to the kitchen where they found two steaks and baked potatoes already prepared on the counter. Logan just looked at her. "It saves time. Don't complain, I think you will find I cooked it just the way you like it. Also it was with the oven and not a power or anything." Upon saying that she started to dig into hers while Logan just stared at her. Hmm. I wonder what constituted this change around. Oh well, don't really care so long as the food's edible. He bit into the steak and discovered heaven.

"Told you so," she said in between bites.