Genosha Ruins, Saturday Mar. 9th 9:53 pm

Remy was beginning to hate Marian. She was supposed to be some great reward, and well, at first she was. A living, breathing Rogue who was touchable. Remy had spent months wishing for this. He had counted the seconds, the days. Sinister's potion had been effective. Remy quickly forgot his humanity and his goal of keeping Rogue safe from Sinister's clutches. But Marian reminded him of it. She had the looks down but she could never be Rogue. Even as her adversary, Remy preferred being opposite of the real deal. 'Don' like phonies...' He thought.

That didn't stop him tossing her, Remy was a man after all. He was hoping wherever Rogue was that would hurt her. Kill her. Even that got old. There was something mesmerizing about Rogue needing a device to make her touchable. She was deadly. Toxic. The perfect queen for Death. Marian was normal. You couldn't call being a clone a superpower. She was painfully beautiful and painfully normal. And that wouldn't do for him. It was all he could think about. Her.

The real Rogue. Sinister's gift had only made him ache for her more. To embrace her or to cut her. He couldn't tell which anymore. He flipped a coin in annoyance beside Marian, who laid sleeping naked beside him. This wouldn't do. It wasn't enough. It made him want to work harder for Sinister, maybe that was his plan all along.

He thought about her white bangs and her hair she let grow so long without him being able to touch it. 'How dare her...' He thought bitterly. 'De bitch...' He thought about it waving behind her while she yelled at him. 'Rogue...'

Xavier Institute Infirmary, Tuesday Mar. 12th 9:55 pm

Rogue sat in the lobby of the infirmary, Kitty leaned over sleeping on her shoulder. She'd essentially cried herself to sleep worrying and grieving over Logan. Rogue sat there, anchored, and waited for any word from Hank. He had been working on him the entire day. The longer it took to hear something the more anxious Rogue grew.

"Rogue," Piotr appeared, agonizing for a long moment whether to call her her real name or not. "I will take Katya upstairs." He offered softly. Rogue looked at her with a grimace and nodded, trusting the giant mutant fully.

"Good idea." She watched carefully as Piotr reached down for her like picking up a broken bird. She watched their forms disappear out of sight. Xavier sat floors above them. He'd been gazing out into the dark at the moon for hours, just thinking.

Mainly about his failures. His students nearly coming back from the Morlock Sewers in body bags (and some of them so). Wolverine's soulless shell in the infirmary, him allowing Magneto under his roof to have it happen. The boundaries that kept his vast telepathic powers from killing everyone around him were weakening. Eroding. He knew it. Emma was figuring it out. And still, feeling like his telepathic powers were the key to his whole identity, he was too small a man to sacrifice his power for safety, even though he'd been in serious danger of killing someone when he had a nightmare.

He shuddered, remembering the feeling he felt when he snapped Magneto's mind out of existence. It was sudden. And violent. And he loved it. He loved every second of neutering his rival. And it went against everything he believed in. Or at least it was supposed to.

He sighed and leaned his head in his hands. 'Rogue, would you take a break from sitting in the infirmary and come here, please?' Her stomach dropped. "Don't trust the professor." Jean had said breathlessly. She tried not to shake as she stood and stumbled her way to the professor's office. The atmosphere was oppressive in there and uncharacteristically dark. Was the professor... Brooding? He didn't brood this hard when Jean died.

Rogue swallowed and crept in slowly and resisted the urge to flip the light switch. "Professor..." She murmured, trying not to look obviously uncomfortable. He didn't smile.

"Rogue. Come in. Close the door." She obeyed and stood in front of his desk. His chair was angled sideways and he wasn't looking at her when he spoke. "So, Rogue. How old are you, now?" She blinked.

"Nineteen, sir." She answered quietly. He nodded.

"Yes, that sounds about right. And when do you turn twenty?" She swallowed again.

"A-August, sir." He looked at her. She shrank back instinctively.

"Tell me it isn't true. That you weren't swapping face with Magnus, among other things..." Rogue looked at the ground and let her silence answer. He had read both their minds. In a moment of weakness and loneliness she had laid with him. Xavier huffed in obvious frustration. "How could you be so foolish?" She knew she had messed up and probably started the mess Logan was in, but she was shocked at the professor's words and tone. Even for the situation, it wasn't like him. "Don't trust the professor." She shivered. "To kiss my ex-nemesis under this roof is as blasphemous as it is stupid."

Tears formed in Rogue's eyes but she refused to cry. It had been his idea that even got to 'know' one another in the first place, but she dare not say it. She was nineteen now, soon to be twenty. She was a young woman not a little girl. "I-I understand..." She tried, her voice shaky.

"Frankly, I would prefer you pursue another relationship with Remy." A knife burrowed it's way into Rogue's heart, shocked the professor was saying things at her expense. She stood in a stunned silence and wondered if Mystique had infiltrated the institute. "That is all." He waved dismissively and Rogue stumbled backwards out of the room.

She bumped right into Bobby, her head spinning.

"Hey," He began, his eyes anxious.

"Sorry, Bobby... Not righ-" He stopped her.

"Hank's looking for you. Says you can see Logan now."

"One youth has been arrested in the apparent slaying of Dennis Hogan from weeks ago. He was believed to carry the X-Gene, although the autopsy was inconclusive. He was beaten to death in Manhattan, ironically in front of Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, a known mutant sanctuary of sorts. Dennis was beaten to death by an anti-mutant mob in early February. More at 10..."

Scott turned the T.V off in the Rec room, his brow furrowed in frustration. Could things seem anymore hopeless? Mutant kids were getting beaten like trash in front of the institute. He raked his hands through his hair that was desperately in need of trimming.

"Depressing, isn't it?" Kurt asked from a table in the back of the room. Scott just sighed. "Any news on Logan?" He asked glumly. Scott looked at his high school best friend.

"No news." He responded, his hands jammed in his pockets. "Rogue's there sitting vigil, though. So he'll be okay." Kurt tried to smile, looking at the now turned off T.V.

"We need something like Genosha." Bobby chimed from the doorway, a dark look on his face. "They should just give us a place to go and fuck off." Scott sighed.

"No, Bobby. That's what not what they should do." He pressed his mouth into a line. "Mutants deserve to and have every right to coexist with humans. We are humans." He told him indignantly. Bobby sucked his teeth.

"Tell that to Dennis Hogan." He said bitterly, pointing towards the t.v screen. "And Rahne. And Ray. And Evan." He turned, his fists clenched. "Only place we don't get discriminated against is when we're in the ground. They're always happy to put more of us ther-" Scott walked over to him and grabbed his arm, staring at him intently. His eyes narrowed behind sun glasses.

"Have you been drinking, Bobby?" Scott asked, his voice very even. Kurt took the moment to teleport away, feeling too awkward to stick around. Bobby wrenched his arm free.

"Leave me alone..." He walked off, Scott staring at him.

Xavier was was fuming so hard as he watched the news his T.V exploded with a spark. A child. Murdered feet away from school grounds. Could things get any worse? For Charles, the answer was no.

He let out a frustrated, raw psionic blast full of all his regrets and repressed feelings out into the atmosphere, making the biggest mistake of his life. He would never truly know the repercussions of that action. Not until it was far too late.

Many students couldn't imagine the gentle telepath angry. Really angry. And when he had been it usually involved one of the students. This was because the professor had a nasty little habit of repressing uncomfortable feelings. It was understandable. Everybody's responsible for doing this at some point in their life. The problem was the professor didn't feel any unsavory feelings. Couple that with being an intensely powerful telepath and it was a recipe for disaster.

His feelings gave a being life. A life filled with every dark moment and feeling professor Xavier's life. And he would be one of the most dangerous weapons on earth.

Rogue sat stone still at Logan's bed side in the infirmary. All things considered, there were way less bandages wrapped around him than she expected. She had never seen him so out before. So far away. Only the steady beat of the heart monitor and the wheeze of the respirator indicated that he was alive. It looked like overclocking on his healing factor was turning a few streaks of his hair silver.

She sighed, watching his chest rise and fall. 'What are we going to do...' She thought, grabbing his marred hand with her own. "Hang in there, Logan." She smiled, tears slipping down her face. She remembered the time she'd spent feuding with him over Jean bitterly. She would give her left arm for that time back with him.

She jerked when she felt a psychic tremble upstairs. "Don't trust the professor." She remembered, looking up there wearily. She didn't want to leave Logan's side. She knew every time she'd been hurt or in a coma he'd been there.

But only she had spoken with Jean. It was up to her to protect everyone. Sighing, she placed a gentle kiss on the mutant's head. He didn't show any signs of acknowledgement. "I'll be back, jerk." She said as she reluctantly left the infirmary. The professor was not a fan of hers right now. She got to the first floor when the alarms began going. The institute rumbled again and she looked around. 'It feels like...'

"JUGGERNAUT," Someone upstairs yelled. She looked around, flying up the stairs in a heartbeat. She wasn't disappointed to find Charles' half brother upstairs, his eyes wide and scared like a child's. He was like a bull in a china shop, not really attacking anyone so much as destroying everything around him. Including the side of the institute he smashed through.

She watched in paralyzed confusion as Kurt and Ororo chased after him frantically.

"Cain!" Ororo snapped as he knocked over vases and plants, spilling soil everywhere. "Wait!"

"Charles... Where's Charles!" He was muttering, looking around frantically. Everywhere he looked he destroyed something else, sending shelves flying through windows. Kurt ported on top of him and managed to get two clasps unlocked before he shook him off. "I need my brother!" He screamed, whipping around. 'What scares the Juggernaut?' Rogue thought worriedly. She closed her eyes and focused on Jean.

As she promised it was much easier to access her telepathy.

'Emma. The professor's brother is here. Can you come help him, he's spazzing out.' Rogue heard Emma sigh.

'I always forget you can do this. I suppose so.' She answered, somehow sounding bored with the Juggernaut invading the mansion. Rogue had learned by now that this was just how Emma was. She decided to see just how much Jean had helped her. Scott shot an optic blast at his helmet, shooting one of the notches free. He was still sore about the last time they met in battle. He had totally bested him. Rogue, as usual, had taken one for the team and absorbed the unstable mutant.

He was a great target for his frustration. He trucked through the wall between the hallway and the kitchen. Rogue flew behind him as he bulldozed the institute. "I'll try and hold him until Emma graces us with her presence." Rogue quipped, placing a hand on her head and focusing on Juggernaut. 'His mind... It doesn't make sense! None...' She felt the same dread she felt when Jean visited her.

"Listen," He looked around, his eyes bugging out. "Only Charles can help me now! I know I've been rotten but... He's gotta help me. He can't..." He looked Rogue in her eyes, sending a chill down her spine. "He can't let Onslaught get me." Her blood ran cold. 'How does he know the name...' She watched him tear around frantically, searching for his brother. 'Did he see Onslaught? Did he drive even him here?' Rogue's stomach began to hurt.

"Charles... He'd know what to do..." He ripped a door off it's hinges with some of the frame. Rogue put her hands on her head.

"The mansion!" They couldn't afford all the destruction as of late. Rogue ripped her glove off, her eyes determined. 'Emma can probe you while ya unconscious!' She thought, reaching her hand out.

"Marko, you need a chill pill!" She screeched. Touching him would change her life. All of their lives. Her hand connected with his neck and he yelled, still screaming for his brother. Rogue's DNA began to unravel. The Legacy Virus found her mutation sequence and began flooding her genes with junk now that her healing factor was gone. She stumbled backward, her hand over top Scott's sweatshirt. She felt dizzy. Sweaty. Weak. Juggernaut collapsed into a heap in front of her.

She shook her head, the entire room spinning. 'Did I over do it?' She thought grudgingly. 'Why now?' She had been through a lot in the past days but this wasn't a normal reaction to using her powers. She'd never felt quite like this before. Ever. 'Uh oh...' She thought, rushing to try to communicate that something was wrong. It felt like cement blocks were glued to her feet. She put her hand on her head and tried to see straight. "Weird..." She mumbled. She heard muffled voices behind her.

"Rogue."

"There you are."

"Hey!"

"You okay?"

To her, the voices sounded disembodied. 'Huh?' She thought.

She turned, her vision fading around the edges. 'Hard to... Breathe...' With a gasp she collapsed to the ground. Scott caught her easily, screaming at her in worry. "Rogue, what's wrong?!" She was covered in sweat but she felt lukewarm to the touch. Like her temperature was fading. She went limp suddenly in his arms, causing him to panic. "Hey!" He snapped at her, trying to keep her alert. He shook her shoulder. "Somebody get Hank!" He shouted. Emma was checking on Rogue's mind while Kurt watched on anxiously.

"S-She just vent down! Like a ton of bricks!" Kurt screamed helplessly.

"Kurt," Scott breathed. "Get blankets. She's... She's freezing." Setting his face determinedly he teleported away. He slipped his hand behind her head carefully, his brow furrowed in concern. 'What happened?' He wondered as he waited impatiently for Hank.

Kitty had already tore off through a shortcut to the doctor. "I'm on my way!" He called down the hall, his animalistic mutation helping him cover a lot of ground quickly. He saw Rogue in Scott's arms and his face fell. He crashed to their sides and peered at her intently. She was pale. Clammy. Covered in sweat. Her pupils were dilated at different sizes. These were the exact symptoms Rahne showed. Before she died. His heart stopped. 'No... I found no traces of-'

Illyana tested positive for the disease but was never symptomatic. Rahne was and she perished the next day. That meant Rogue had hours, maybe, left. He snatched Rogue out of Scott's arms with a growl. He had no idea how the disease was transferred. Airborne. By touch. No idea. "Back," He ordered, confusing the mutant most of all. 'If you get sick, Scott, I'll be drawn and quartered.'

"Hank-"

"I need to work on her, Scott." He didn't believe him but he did as he was told. As naturally as he breathed he began chest compressions on Rogue, his eyes glued to her face. He ignored the stares he was garnering, always careful to not let emotions get in the way of the care he was giving. 'Come on, girl...' He craned her head back and forced air into her to her lungs through her mouth, frowning when her absorption powers didn't kick in.

"She's-"

"There." Said Hank with relief as he sat back, watching her chest rise and fall. He wearily tossed a look at Juggernaut. "What is he doing here?"

"I wish that I knew." Emma commented, trying to pry into Charles' brother's mind. It was a jumbled, frantic mess. Nothing in it made sense. But she stumbled across the images of Onslaught. The pure terror, in Cain's mind no less, shocked her. She reared back with a scream catching everyone's attention.

"Emma,"

"Hank can you keep him under for a little while? Lest he destroy more of the mansion..." Hank nodded wearily, rising with Rogue in his arms.

"Yes," He answered. "Once I get Rogue situated." He looked at her glumly.

"But, vhat's vrong vith her?" Kurt asked, yanking on his hair helplessly. She had seemed fine moments ago. His nerves couldn't take constantly worrying for her and his friends. He heaved a heavy sigh. 'She has the Legacy Virus...' Hank thought.

"I'm not sure, Kurt. I'll run tests." He answered as he hurried her back to the infirmary.

"Katherine, maybe you should move some of her belongings into the infirmary? She is always there." Kitty started toward Emma but Scott held her back, the frown on his face obvious. Scott stalked behind Hank with Kurt, ignoring Emma as he found he usually did.

Jean frowned. Rogue's signature was flaring again, on the crack between the living and the dead. 'My poor X-Men...' She thought. It wasn't going to get easier as time went on. Was this really their fate, hovering between life and death constantly?

It wasn't an injury this time but a sickness. Jean's communication with her wasn't as clear cut. 'I don't like this.' She thought, nearly powerless to help. She knew, even in the White Hot Room how lethal the Legacy Virus was to mutants. It preyed on what was unavoidable for most, using their powers.

"I have to do something." She said to herself. She wouldn't watch Scott mourn again. The answer was just what? 'Who loves Rogue enough to do what needs to be done?' Logan was trying to heal. She knew Scott loved her but he would never do what he considered wrong. She thought about Remy. He did. Maybe if she could yank out some of his humanity again... 'Sinister is the only person who can cure this sickness as much as I hate to say it.' She thought

Genosha Ruins, Saturday Mar. 9th 10:27 pm

Remy sat on the ground of Sinister's lab. Bored. Hopelessly bored. Not even sex with Marian inspired him. He regretted most of all that he hadn't had a hand in the Morlock slaughter. Things had gotten boring right after.

Jean suddenly appeared to him in a flash of flames. He flipped back out of instinct, eyeing Jean in disbelief. It had been a long time since he'd seen her. He had assumed she'd fucked off somewhere. He never forgot the things he witnessed when he was briefly an X-Men. The truth of the matter was none of their enemies held a candle to her. She stared at him, her face blank.

"Remy."

He swallowed. She was one woman he feared.

"Chére." They stared at each other for a moment.

"I need you to do something for me." He watched her carefully with a smile.

"And jus' why would I d-"

"Because you want to live." She interrupted squeezing a fist. "Rogue is dying." His face fell. She reached her hand out and grabbed onto Remy's aura, reaching for the humanity he had repressed. She grunted a little with the strain. 'Focus...' She thought. He fought her but she pulled harder, forcing him to come to terms with the things he'd done.

"NO," He screamed, memories of dragging the dying Morlock boy to their door flooding his mind. "STOP," Jean stared, her face devoid of emotion. He fell on his hands and knees panting in horror. 'Why... Why?'

"The only person who has a shot at curing her is here." He looked around the lab. "Get her here and get him to cure the Legacy Virus." Jean's face pinched. "Or watch her die." As soon as she'd appeared she was gone, leaving a shocked and disturbed Remy behind.

"Rogue..."

Xavier Institute Infirmary, Tuesday Mar. 12th 11:04 pm

"How?" Scott demanded. "Why?" He scrubbed his hands over his face. "How does she go from fine to deathly ill?" Hank sighed, looking over one of her many health charts. "I want an explanation!" He slammed his fist into his other hand, shaking. "This just doesn't make any sense." Hank waited for a moment to get a word in wearily.

"Because, Scott. It was lying dormant. I... Infected her with the virus to cure Illyana." He admitted quietly. Scott knew but it still made him angry to hear. He could hear the regret in Hank's voice but it didn't pacify him. It was such a reckless and emotional decision and he couldn't believe they had made it while he was gone.

"Whose idea was this?" He spat venomously. "Who let her go through with it? Look at her!" He gestured at her still form in the infirmary bed. Emma rolled her eyes

"If I recall, she did. She was calling the shots, Scott." She crossed her arms, a glare on her face. "You left. That's what happens. Somebody else started calling the shots." Scott pressed his mouth shut. He was never in the mood to hear Emma. Ever. "Besides, she saved Illyana's life. It wasn't for nothing." Scott threw his hands up.

"Who's gonna save her?" He shook his head. "Logan's healing factor is done, granted he even survives... She-" He ran a hand through his hair. "She's a goner. Hank said it as much himself." He stormed out of the infirmary. Emma sighed loudly, looking at Rogue's face.

"Does it ever get better? Being here?" Hank laughed dryly.

"Frankly put, Ms. Frost, no."

Remy crept through the shadows near the institute. He had the pain of knowing all the awful things he'd said and done to Rogue (and many others). But with this knowledge he could save her. Maybe even redeem himself. He frowned to himself. He would never redeem himself from the things he'd done. But he could be selfish, like he always was, and save Rogue for his own twisted affections. This was all for her.

He had no idea how he was supposed to pry her from the X-Men. 'They will kill her tryin' to protect her...' He thought. Emma also always leveled him. 'I gotta take care of her first...' He had to do it. This wasn't for Sinister. This was for Rogue. This was his one chance to save her before he had his humanity taken away again. Sinister would smell it on him soon.

'Treat it anything else. Don' fight 'em. Steal her.' A master thief could steal anything.

Kitty sat tearfully at Rogue's bedside, Piotr helplessly behind her. "Katya, please." He begged. She wouldn't stay sleep. She wouldn't eat. Between Logan and Rogue being near comatose in the infirmary, she was a wreck. "You must eat... You must sleep. I fear for you." He looked deeply into washed out, blue eyes. "Do it for them." She shook her head, her voice shuddering.

"You don't get it, P. I talked to the professor..." She busted out into more sobs. "Logan... Everything he is, it's probably gone after Joseph ripped his metal out. Even if he comes to..." She looked into Piotr's eyes with a haunted look. "He'll be like Sabretooth. I couldn't take it." She whispered those words, not even wanting to say it out loud.

"Kitty don't say that-"

"And Rogue... This disease... It killed Rahne before sunrise, Piotr. She..." Her breath hitched painfully in her chest and she hiccuped. Piotr pulled her gently to him, his eyes shut solemnly. He had vowed to protect the girl, always. But everything that had been happening he had nothing to do with. He felt like he had lied to her and that was the worst part of it.

"Death is a giant against even Tsars have to draw weapons." He murmured softly, kissing her head. " Or so they say in Russia. They have friends, Katya. They are surrounded by love. Don't count them out. The are fighting." He placed his hands on their shoulders. "They fight for you." She sniffed, wiping her face. "Now why don't you rest for them?" She shrugged.

"I guess."

"I will wake you if there is news." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Kitty nodded, knowing if Piotr was anything he was good for his word.

"Okay." He watched her retreat with a sigh. 'Please forgive me, Katya.'

Remy stood flattened outside the infirmary walls, listening to them talk carefully. 'Da Wolverine is out... Good.' He cursed to himself as Scott appeared, his face pale. He spoke quietly with Piotr and Kitty and gave the small girl a tight hug before disappearing into the med bay. Remy scowled. It was no secret to him he also loved Rogue, especially in Jean's general absence. 'Maybe if I am honest for once in my wretched life...' He couldn't get a read on the X-Men leader anymore. He wouldn't know if he didn't try.

He stood in the doorway as Scot leaned over Rogue, speaking gently to her with a sad smile on his face. He watched in revulsion and fear as he waited for Scott to see him. He could see his eyes but he had an idea what they looked like under his glasses. "You-"

"Now listen, mon ami-"

"I'm not your fucking friend, Gambit." He yelled, walking around Rogue's bedside quickly.

"Listen, I'm tryin' to-"

"Save her?" They stared at each other, both of their bodies rippling with adrenaline. "Where have I heard that before?"

"Scott..." They both looked around, meaning the voice was real. 'It can't be... Jean?' "Scott, listen." He tore around frantically looking for her. "You can hear me, you both can." He felt her presence but he couldn't see her. It was driving him wild.

"Jean?"

"Listen, Scott. Gambit is right." He looked at Rogue, seemingly wincing in pain as she fought for her life. "Her only chance at a cure with Mr. Sinister. I wish it weren't true... You have to let Gambit take her. And then get her back." Her voice was firm. Convincing. Inspiring. Scott looked at Remy with disdain. 'I don't want to.' He responded mentally. 'I know.'

"But you have to. Unless you want to mourn more, and I know you don't." Scott sighed.

Remy slowly crept near her bed, staring down longingly for her. "Here, I'll make it easy for ya." Remy focused and Scott fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Remy,"

"He's fine, fille. Sheesh." He scooped Rogue delicately and wrapped her in sheets. 'Now de big get away.' He thought, moving quickly to a higher floor.

He made it almost without incident. There was a tiny mutant child standing on the staircase, staring at him and Rogue. He froze, unsure of what else to do. He didn't want to incapacitate a child at the moment. But when she opened her mouth and just started to scream he silenced her, putting her in a deep sleep. 'Damn it...' The damage was done, even the half second of noise alerted and awaked Hank and Logan.

Remy dashed through the front door and tore into the darkness, praying it took some time for them to catch on. As he looked down at Rogue he could tell Jean was right. He had seen her go through a lot but never seen her so close to death's door. He gasped at the sight, holding her closer know he wouldn't be given many more chances.

'Sinister better able to fix this... Chére...'

Scott awoke suddenly in the infirmary, his head pounding as it normally did these days. He groaned and crawled to his feet. Jean was on his mind for some reason. Why? He jumped when he saw Rogue's empty bed and it all came back to him. "G-Gambit... Jean... No!" He exclaimed.

"Her only chance at a cure with Mr. Sinister. I wish it weren't true... You have to let Gambit take her." He shook his head. 'That was no dream...'

"Slim..." A gravelly voice came from behind. He turned to see Logan standing somehow, and trying to unravel bandages. His wounds were healed it seemed but this time they left healed scars. Not red or enflamed but trails all over Logan that looks decades old. Parts of his hair were silver. He spit blood and stared at Rogue's empty bed for a long while, smelling.

Scott stuttered to the mutant's side, helping him stand before he thought better of it. "L-Logan..." He growled.

"Gumbo was here. Sabretooth," His breath hitched. "Where is she? What's going on, Scott?" Scott sighed from beside him. Emma and Hank appeared, looking at the horror scene before.

"Christ on a cracker, Logan?!" Emma groaned when she saw Rogue's vacant bed. She began scanning the institute telepathically, accounting for everyone else. Hank rushed to his side, relieving Scott. "What in blue heaven has gone on in here?" Logan grunted as he shifted his weight.

"Dunno, Hank. I was wondering the same thing." Worry flashed in his worn eyes. "Where is she?" He grimaced, shuffling Logan to the couch in the waiting area.

"Let's talk, friend."