Logan didn't waste anytime, after dashing up the stairs of the boarding house, throwing all of his belongings into his bag, he was on Scott's motorcycle within in minutes and heading out of the city towards JFK to catch the next flight to London. It was instinct. He really didn't know if that's where they had taken her, but he felt it. Once he had his ticket in hand, he called the mansion, Hank's(aka the Beast) private line.

"Hey,Hank, need a favor."

"Logan, I thought I heard you were on your way back to the mansion."

"Change of plans."

"Skipping out of the country with the professors goddaughter? Logan, I think you need to re think this one."

"Well, it's not quite like that. Out of the country..yeah. Hannah's involvement...yeah, she's involved, but it's not what you think."

"And what is it I think?" He laughed, "Man, you got it bad, old pal."

"I don't have time for this, Hank. My plane leaves in 10 minutes."

"You need to talk to the professor, don't get me involved in this."

"You owe me one, big guy. Saved your life on more that one occasion. I need everything you can get me on Brian Portman. You have 5 hours, that's when my plane lands at Heathrow."

"Hey, I know that name."

"Yeah, Hannah's agent..and now abductor."

"What?"

"Hank, I don't' have time to tell you everything, but she's gone. Taken right out from under my nose. I know it's him. So all you need to tell the professor is I'm off to London and I'm getting her back."

"He isn't going to like you doing this, Logan. You're not following Xmen protocol."

"Since when do I follow Xmen protocol, Hank?"

"Well, I guess you have a point, but still..."

"By the time he can put a team together I'll already be in London, the ground work already done. It makes sense, Hank."

"Don't do anything stupid, Logan."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Hank. You're a pal." The cynicism in his voice evident, "I'll call you when I get there, and you'll have the info I need, yeah?"

"Shouldn't be a problem. But you now owe me one."

" I'd say we're even, it's just simple Internet surfing, it's not like something life threatening."

"telling the professor...giving me your dirty work. You owe me."

"Okay, I owe you. Gotta run. Gotta a plane to catch."

Hannah felt the gentle stroke on her cheek as she began to regain consciousness. Moving any part of her body was a struggle. She was weak and groggy. Even opening her eyes felt like such a chore. So she kept them shut as she felt the hand continue it's soothing caress. Logan was here with her so everything would be okay. It gave her a secure feeling even though she had no recollection of what had happened to her or how long she had been unconscious. But as her head became a little clearer, something seemed amiss. Against her other cheek she felt smooth satin pillow cases. This wasn't Logan's room. She managed to raise her hand and touch the one caressing her. As her own hand explored each finger. Smooth, soft to the touch, fingernails newly manicured. It became quite clear this was not Logan's hand. She felt a slight panic. Where the hell was she? as she began to open her eyes.

Her vision was fuzzy but even in the blur she could make out the ornate Victorian furniture, a canopy bed, flocked wallpaper. She knew she was no longer in New York. She tried to sit up. She wanted to get out of here, but the hand gently pushed her back on the bed.

"My darling, Hannah, you are weak and must stay in bed. Everything will be fine. Just relax and give it some time. You're home, my love. You're back where you belong."

Hannah tried focusing on the figure sitting by her side. And after a few blinks he came into focus.

"Brian?"

"Of course, my love, who else? I've been worried sick about you all these weeks. Now you are home. I'm overjoyed. You can't imagine."

It was hard for her to speak. The words came out slow, "I don't understand?"

"In due time, darling. You need your rest. You know what it's like when you become agitated. No need for that today. You sleep."

Yes, she felt agitated. She could hardly move, she was back in London and she didn't even know how she got here. Back in her prison with the keeper of the keys. Brian Portman had been her agent since she was a teenager, he had kept her schedule so regimented and controlled. He was the reason she didn't have a normal life. He had even kept her from her mother when she was dying. And there was something else. Now as she focused on him she remembered something else. Only days before her father's murder he had been at their house. There had been an argument.

"No...I don't want to sleep."

"Hannah, you have spent weeks away from your normal routine and I don't even want to think what Charles Xavier's people have done with you. You will do as I say. I've had to cancel part of your European tour due to this upheaval, but I will have you in Prague in 3 weeks. Is that understood?"

Hannah felt a strength come over her despite her weakness. She was not going back to this life. After tasting freedom, she wanted nothing to do with this. "I won't be playing Prague or anywhere else."

"Of course you will."

"No, I won't. And I will be taking the next flight back to New York. "

Brian stood up and paced the floor. It was then Hannah realized they were not alone. A woman in her 50's stood to one side looking very uncomfortable. Brian raised his hand in frustration, "I would like some time alone with my fiance, Vera. Leave us."

The woman quickly departed. Brian turned to Hannah, trying to remain cool but feeling increasingly agitated. "This is not like you. Causing a scene in front of servants. What has happened to you in that God forsaken place? What have they taught you?"

"They've taught me to think for myself. Something I should have done a long them ago. And for your information I am not your fiance. I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth. " She looked around the room frantically, "I need a phone. They will be concerned about me."

He moved closer to the bed, and grabbed both of her wrists, "I will not tolerate this behavior from you. Nothing has changed. We will be married, you will cooperate, you will practice and you will play in Prague in 3 weeks time. You have forgotten something very important, Miss Masterson." He moved over to the dresser where he picked up a syringe, "I know how to handle you. I've had years of experience."

"No, please..." Hannah knew only to well about the drug like state she once was kept in whenever she tried to voice her opinion.

"Then you will do as I say."

"They'll come after me. You know that."

"The X-Men? I assume this is whom you are refereeing to. I'll be ready for them this time."

"This time?"

"Oh, Hannah...you really are naïve." He sat on the side of the bed and stroked her cheek, Hannah now trembling.

"My father?" As she said the word, she realized he was the only father she had ever known, not much of one, but then she couldn't say much more of Charles Xavier. "You killed him?"

He laughed, "Me kill a man, Hannah? How absurd, but I do know people that would do anything I ask. And your father was slipping. What a mess Alan Masterson became once your mother died. So easy to manipulate. Do you know that the day your mother died was the happiest day in my life. When I realized I could have all I wanted."

"Me, you wanted me."

"Well, I already had you. Basically, you've been mine for a long time, but with the death of your mother it would allow me to have you in a way that I dreamed of since you were a child."

"You're a sick man."

"Oh, Hannah. I am a normal man. Much like your filthy hairy mutant friend, Wolverine. I am not happy you chose to give him the one thing I was meant to have, but I can't condemn the man for taking advantage of your innocence. He seems to have a thing for virginal women. Just another notch on his belt, I'm sure."

She tried to thrash out but she had no energy. "You don't know anything."

"You believe he loves you? Don't make me laugh. That man doesn't know the meaning of love, only of revenge and death. Do you know how many men he has killed? I'd say thousands. He doesn't think twice about killing for no reason."

"You are no better, you had everyone at that party murdered. For no reason."

"Oh, I had my reasons. Your father was warned." He fingered the syringe, feeling agitated that he no longer had the control over Hannah he desired.

Hannah to felt agitation come over her and knew what the outcome might be so she remembered Jean's words and began to clear her head. But let one thing remain in her mind. Just the name..Brian Portman. And within seconds she saw the document clearly under her closed eyelids. Signatures upon signatures. Brian Portmans was first followed by Prestigious names involved in English politics, judges, royalty and at the bottom Alan Mastersons name. She scrolled back up to the top of the document and scanned it's contents. Her eyes opened widely as she realized what she knew.

"You planned on sending mutants to a work camp, just like Hitler did with the Jews. Do you believe you are a superior race, that they need to be wiped out? Disposed of?" She shouted.

Brian looked shocked with her outburst. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"It's all there in that document, and after my mother's death you finally had the opportunity to get my father involved since you knew of his hatred of mutants. He also had a lot of inside connections with government officials. But there was one problem wasn't there, Brian? My father hated mutants, but his daughter was a mutant. A fact he'd hidden all of his life. Ashamed of the fact. How did you find out about me? You had to have found out so you could hold this over my father's head while he was so vulnerable after my mother's death."

"I've heard enough from you." Without hesitation he jabbed the syringe into her arm. She flinched and let out a scream. But it was no use, the medication acted quickly and she fell back into a trance like sleep.

As Henry made his way towards the professor's office he stopped by the staff room, hoping he might find some moral support for the mission his good pal Wolverine had given him. Ororo was alone, thumbing through a magazine. He found himself a little tongue tied in her presence. God, she was beautiful. And it was times like this, he really felt like the Beast in more ways than one. He cleared his throat and she looked up.

"Henry, this is a surprise. I rarely see you out of the computer lab." She seemed pleased to see him which always threw him. "Come sit down, I could use the company. I'm always beat after dealing with a reluctant student."

"How did that one go? It sounded like the poor kid was scared to death of what was happening to him. It never seems to get easier watching them go through that kind of confusion."

"He's okay. Scott pulled him around. And he's showing him around the dorms right now. Introducing him to the other kids. You haven't seen Jean have you? Or Logan? I thought he was due back this afternoon."

"Logan won't be back."

"Really? What's going on? You seem to have some scoop." She became very attentive.

"Wish I didn't. Logan has left me to explain to the professor."

"About what?"

"Hannah's been kidnapped. He's on a plane to London right now. Taking things into his own hands and you know how that will set with the professor."

She put the magazine down and her jaw dropped, "Oh, my god, Henry. This is major."

"I'd say so. Look, I better go tell the professor and get it over with."

"I could come with you. Might be easier."

"You'd do that?"

"Of course. We're a team, Henry. Well, some of us are anyhow..Logan I'm not so sure. But I think he means well."

"He's got it bad for her."

"What?"

"Hannah. It's so obvious. He'll never let on but he likes her a helluva lot. And I could tell over the phone, he's really taking this bad. Feels like he's to blame. He almost sounded scared for her, you know what I mean. Thinks that Brian Portman is behind this."

"Her fiance?"

"Fiance? I thought he was her agent."

"Both." She stood up. "I wonder how the professor is going to take this news."

"Not well, I'd say."

"I'm sure, you're right."

As they walked out into the hallway they both nearly bumped into Jean who seemed a big disgruntled. "You okay, Jean."

She took a deep sigh, "I suppose. It hasn't been the most pleasant of afternoons that's for sure."

"Well, it's about to get worse."

"What do you mean?"

"Logan just called Henry. He's on his way to London."

"With Hannah? What the hell is he thinking? I can't believe the hold she has on him. I told you she was a spoiled brat, Ororo. This whole thing has become all about her. Talk about manipulation."

Henry looked at Ororo very confused. And she just shrugged her shoulders.

"You didn't let me finish, Jean. Hannah's been kidnapped."

"What? That can't be, I just left them, about an hour ago."

Ororo thought this was an interesting bit of information and gave her best friend the evil eye. Jean quickly averted her gaze back to Henry. She didn't need a lecture. The whole afternoon had really taken it's toll on her, but now what was important was Hannah's kidnapping.

Henry joined in, "That's what he told me. And the professor needs to be informed as soon as possible." He picked up his pace heading towards the professors office.

Jean remembered what Logan had said, about them being followed. "Why London? How does he know this?"

"You know Logan, he seems to have this instinct. I'm sure he's on the right track. The problem is he is breaking so many rules and the professor will have a coronary."

Jean rolled her eyes. Little did they know how this would actually effect the professor. "Well, nothing like strength in numbers. You two go ahead and I'll round up Scott and Kurt. I'm sure we'll be joining Logan in London before the day is out."

The professor had just finished teaching an English literature class and was thumbing through some of the papers when he sensed the Xmen gathering outside his door. Henry was already to knock, when Charles opened the door. "Well, this is an unexpected surprise." But he knew something was wrong, and it was Henry who gave it away. They all had learned to clear their mind in front of Charles,especially when they didn't want him prying, but Henry was never any good at hiding things he was feeling.

"You're worried about Logan, Henry. What is it?"

Jean and Ororo gave Henry a look, "What? I can't help it and you know it. Logan is one of my best mates and I don't like this one bit." He then turned to the professor, "He's on his way to London."

Charles didn't need to hear anything else, because at that moment all of them expressed the same thought, Hannah had been kidnapped. And it echoed in his ears. He closed his eyes and turned his chair towards the window. Jean moved closer to him putting a hand on his shoulder, "We can have the jet there in 3 hours. We can intercede Logan if that's what you want, professor. He was wrong in taking this on his own."

"He feels responsible, Jean. He feels he let me down. We all know that Logan is often lead by his emotions and his care and concern for Hannah is evident. None of us can stop him, not in this state."

Jean was surprised at how calm he was. He turned the chair back around and smiled up at her, "So we will proceed on this end. Henry, Logan has asked you for anything you can find on Brian Portman. I suggest you get started."

"Right, professor. I'll get right on it."

"And possibly anything you can find out about Alan Masterson's last ventures, might be helpful."

"You got it, Professor." Hank quickly left the office.

"The rest of you, will prepare the Blackbird for the mission to London, except for you Jean."

"What?"

"I will need you on Cerebro to trace Hannah. And there is a possibility you might be able to communicate with her."

"Professor, I don't' have those skills yet."

"You do, and no time like the present for you to start using them."

Scott didn't like the fact her staying behind. They were rarely separated, "Jean is an asset to the mission,professor, with her medical skills and her telekinetic powers..."

The professor didn't give him any time to continue the argument, "I think under the circumstances the rest of you can handle this mission just fine without her. Now there is no time to waste. I'd like to see you depart within the hour."

"Yes, sir." Scott moved closer to Jean and gave her a hug, "I don't like the thought of leaving you behind."

"It will be fine. I'm just on the other side of a radio call, the professor needs me right now."

"I know."

She gave him a kiss, "And don't let Logan get to you. The two of you can work extremely well together when you put aside your differences."

"you mean when he's not a pig headed asshole." he whispered into her ear. And she smiled.

After they left Charles turned to Jean, "You told Logan."

"Professor, I didn't mean to. I just felt..."

"Jean, right now, all I care about is getting my daughter back here safe and sound. I am disappointed that you felt he needed to know something I confided in you. And I can only assume that Hannah got wind of this information because it wasn't handled properly. Did you believe that Logan's affection towards her would subside with this news? Or did you deliberately leak this information so that Hannah could have another breakdown?"

" I wouldn't do that."

"I hope not. You have been like a daughter to me, Jean. I've watched you grow into a beautiful intelligent young woman and proud of the stands you've made for mutantkind and humanity in general. You've always been able to make the appropriate choices when faced with a crisis, until today. I am disappointed."

"You're more concerned with what I told Logan than the fact that Brian Portman has kidnapped her?"

"I am incredibly concerned with the kidnapping and the sooner I have the team in London to assist Logan the happier I'll be. But I can't help but be concerned how this information of her true parentage is effecting her. I wanted to be the one to tell her."

"I didn't mean for her to overhear us."

"Well, it's happened and now all we can do is move on. Stop Brian Portman and get Hannah back. Let's get you to Cerebro and see if we can trace her." He wheeled past her and into the hallway, she followed.

When they got into the elevator that took them to the lower floors of the mansion, Jean asked, "What does he want with her?"

"He was unhappy with Alan backing out of their agreement. I never told you that Alan called me the day before he was murdered and expressed concern for Hannah. He turned to me, something he would never have done before. His pride always came first but not in this case. The thought of Hannah marrying Brian Portman sickened Alan, and what she would be used for. He didn't give me details, but for him to finally come to his senses about this arrangement made me believe that Brian Portman was not to be trusted. I can only assume she has information he wants, or information she should not have. In either case, he has no idea how to handle her power and all the work we've done in the last for weeks...Hannah learning to deal with this power, could all backfire with Brian's interference. When he requests this information from her, I don't doubt he will be able to abstract it whether she cooperates or not."

"Some kind of mind control devise?"

"Not some kind, Jean. An REM, Refying Encephalographic Monitor, what I assume was used on Logan during the Weapon X program. It has the capability of controlling, erasing and creating memories. A very sophisticated type of brainwashing. Can be effective but incredibly dangerous. Look at what has happened to Logan. He has very few memories from his past before that time period, but somehow it leaves fragments, painful fragments that can only confuse the subject. Logan was treated like an animal during those experiments, and not only had to endure excruciating pain but was left with a fragmented past, something he will more than likely never retrieve."

"It wouldn't have the same effect on Hannah, surely."

"One thing in Hannah's favor at the moment is that fact I have placed a mind block on her. Those memories cannot be retrieved through this device. But let's hope it doesn't come to that. I have confidence Logan and the others can stop this man before he manages to have Hannah under his control, before he wipes away her memories from the last 10 years of her life. It has only anguished Logan, I couldn't bare to see Hannah suffer that same fate."

The elevator door opened and the professor wheeled down the hallway towards the steel door that lead towards cerebro. Jean stood planted to the spot for a brief second. The events of the day flashing through her mind and a headache edging it's way to the surface. Her foolish behavior in the city wasn't helping matters. She hadn't made points with Logan and definitely any friendship she had created with Hannah was now gone. Not to mention the professor's disappointment in her for betraying his confidence. What was she thinking? As she rubbed her temple a familiar voice echoed in her mind.

"I'm missing you already. And I'm just down the hall." Jean smiled. It was something she had been able to teach Scott so they could connect telepathically. Hearing the sincerity and sweetness in his voice, her headache seemed to magically vanish.

She relayed a message back to him, "Don't stop missing me, promise."

"Not in a million years."

"I love you."

"Not half as much as I love you."

Another voice, the professor, interrupted her thoughts, "Jean, we have a lot of work to do."

She looked down the corridor, where the steel doors were now open and the professor had turned to glare at her. He was trying so hard not to show his worry. Strong and steady, but she read his thoughts before he turned the chair around and headed towards cerebro, "Hannah has to be found and brought home. I can't live without her."

Jean didn't waste anytime and joined him as the doors closed behind her.