The stairway lined with the 3 dead guards, was not the first sign Scott needed that Logan had already been here. A frantic woman had darted up the stairs the moment they had arrived hysterically babbling gibberish. It was obvious Logan had not listened to one word the professor had said and Scott wasn't very anxious to open the door at the bottom of the stairwell. He could only imagine what kind of massacre he would find behind it, but as he slowly opened the door he found the room nearly empty. Close to the door lay the dead body of Brian Portman. Smashed up against one of the computers was the doctor, but the sight in the middle of the room was one Scott wasn't prepared for.

Logan on his knees, holding the limp body of Hannah, sobbing into her hair. Blood covered the white hospital gown she was wearing as well as Logan's shirt. Scott's first reaction was he had killed her.

"Logan, shit..what have you done?" About ready to approach him, the SNIKT of Logan's blades extending startled him. Logan focused on Scott, his eyebrows furrowed a snarl crossed his mouth. He was like an animal protecting one of his own.

Storm moved closer to Scott putting a hand on his shoulder, "Scott, stay back."

"He's killed her."

"No, I don't think he's killed her. He wouldn't."

"In this state, he's capable of anything, Storm. The guy is a walking time bomb."

Kurt came up from behind, "Storm is right, my friend. She is alive. But it does seem Logan is suffering much pain."

"The guy doesn't know pain."

Storm shot him a disturbing look, "Scott Summers, you're in charge here and you need to put away your feelings concerning him for the moment and concentrate on how the hell we are going to get him and Hannah out of here without him killing one of us."

The high pitch static shot through Scott's earpiece headset and he cringed over the sound. Putting his hand to his ear he heard the professor's voice, "Scott, what is your status?"

He looked over at his teammates and then back to the raging Logan, hesitating. Not knowing what he should be telling the professor, "Well, sir, we arrived at Portman's."

There was a silence, the professor finally spoke up, "and?"

"And we're in a bit of a situation here, sir."

"Logan...how much damage?"

"5 dead including Portman. And the room pretty much destroyed." Scott answered.

"And Hannah?"

There was an awkward silence on Scott's end. "Well, we have a little problem there as well, Professor. Logan won't let any of us near her."

"One of you have to get through to him. We need her back here to assess the damage Portman's done. I can't have any time wasted."

"You don't seem to understand, sir. He's got his blades out. He's threatening us all if we step closer, and I for one am not going to test him. Not in the state he is in."

"You're in charge, Scott. You will get through to him, there is not an option here. I will get in touch with S.H.I.E.L.D. To clean up the mess and I expect all of you out of there within the hour. Take care of it now, Scott."

Before Scott could argue the professor had already signed out. He shook his head looking at both of his colleagues, whispering, "Any brilliant ideas?"

"I will try. I think he's less threatened by me, but Scott you aren't helping with that look of disgust everytime you glance his way. I think Kurt is right, he's suffering and we don't understand it, but it's real."

"I don't think I'm looking anyway in particular."

She shook her head, "Yeah, right." She began to walk towards Logan carefully. His gaze followed her actions and the blades pointed directly towards her, "Back off, Ro," he snarled.

"She needs a doctor, Logan. We need to get her out of here."

"No doctor can help her now. It's too fucking late."

"It's not too late. She's just sedated. She'll be fine."

"And what is your meaning of fine, Ro? The woman is going to have no recollection of her past. It's been wiped clean. That's fine? You have no idea...no idea."

"That's right I don't. But you do. You were alone when this happened to you, Logan. She's not alone. She has you. She has the professor and all of us. We can't stay here, you've done a lot of damage and you'll be of no help to Hannah if something happens to you. There's a car out front and the jet is not far from here. She'll be waking up soon and this scene could easily frighten her. You have to see that. The best place for her and you is back at the school."

She made sense. Although, part of him felt that urge to just run. Take Hannah as far away from all of this as he could, but he knew she was right. The rage was now subsiding. He was quiet and pensive, the scowl on his face lightened up slightly.

SNIKT...Ororo watched as the blades retracted into the backs of his hands. He easily stood up still holding her limp body close to him. "Summers said I killed her, he wasn't half wrong." Ororo knew what he meant. He felt to blame.

Kurt approached her side and looked tenderly at his friend, "Let me take her. I can teleport her to the van."

Logan held her closer, "No. I'll take her. She's my responsibility now."

Kurt smiled at him and approached him putting a hand on his shoulder, "She is in good hands, my friend."

They began to head towards the stairs, Logan glared at Scott but continued walking with Kurt. Ororo was about to follow when Scott stopped her, "His responsibility? Great, Ro. This is just great. What kind of fireworks you think will explode once we get back to Salem Center?"

"We got them out of here, and that is what we came to do. The professor will handle this."

"Better him than me or any of us for that matter. I tell you he's a loose cannon ready to go off."

Storm knew he was right. She had never seen Logan so distraught. His berserker feral instinct often turned up in fighting but this was much different. She had never seen him take anything so personally.

Logan didn't leave her side the whole flight back, she flitted in and out of consciousness and was aware of his presence, but there was no recognition. She was so out of it, she really had no idea what was going on around her.

When the plane arrived at the school, Jean was waiting. Logan saw her from one of the windows and felt anger building inside him again. He didn't want to deal with any of this and as the others disembarked he contemplated borrowing the Black Bird and hightailing it out of here.

Scott stood over him, and Logan looked up irritated that his thoughts had been interrupted by this guy's presence.

Scott put out his hand, "Before you bite my head off, let me just say something."

"This should be entertaining." Logan said cynically.

This only wound Scott up, "You know, Logan, I'm trying here."

"Yeah, you are trying, Summers." Another sarcastic remark.

"I never believed you should be a part of this team, and I still don't think you should, but the professor feels differently. And what happened in London..."

"I killed 5 men...you think I'm fucking proud of what I did, Summers?"

Hannah began to stir, both Logan and Scott focused on her. She opened her eyes and saw these two strange men staring down at her. Her eyes widened and she immediately sat up. A rush came to her head and she began to feel woozy, Logan steadied her. She looked up into his eyes and saw a kindness under the gruff exterior. She didn't feel frightened, but as she looked around at her surroundings she felt confused.

"Who are you? And what is this place?"

Just as Logan was about to speak, Scott cut in, "We're in Salem Center, just outside of New York City. Your godfather lives here, Hannah. I'm Scott."

Logan turned and gave him a dirty look. Then he looked back at Hannah. She didn't know him. He could easily dissappear from this woman's life now. Best thing really. But the niggling feeling inside him that he understood what she was going through more than anyone in this whole damn place kept him planted to the spot by her side.

"My godfather? Uncle Charles? I don't understand. I have a concert tour, my parents...where are my parents?"

Jean came up through the hatch, wondering what kind of scenario she would encounter after Storm had informed her of Logan's bizarre behavior and Scott's mood. "Is everything okay up here?"

"Just peachy, Jeannie." Logan smiled. He started to stand up, ready to walk away. But as he looked at Hannah, he knew he couldn't. "The professor will explain everything, but I'm afraid, this frightening lady will want to check you over. Just routine."

"But I'm not sick...am I?" Hannah realized suddenly that her memory was fuzzy. Thoughts were cloudy and distant. She looked down at her gown and saw the blood stains, "There's blood...my blood?" She began to panic.

Jean moved over towards them, "No...it's alright, Hannah. We'll explain everything...Like Logan said..."

At the sound of his name, the blood seemed less important. Hannah turned back to him, "Logan?"

For a brief moment Logan thought there was something there. A memory, some kind of recognition but it was soon gone.

She quickly averted her glaze, rubbing her temple, "Sorry. I just feel really confused."

"That's understandable." Jean said, "Logan will take you up to the medical bay. You're still really weak and I think it's best you stay off your feet for the time being. We'll just do some tests..routine. The professor's waiting there for us."

Hannah looked learily at Logan. Why did this man seem familiar in some bizarre way.

Logan glanced over at Jean, "Probably best if you and Scott deal with this."

Scott was surprised with his change of heart, "This is a turnaround."

"Hey, I thought you'd be all for it. You've already said I don't belong on this team." Logan's temperature rose once again.

Hannah didn't understand what was going on. Her head began to ache and these strange people didn't make any sense. Jean sensed her agitation, and pulled Logan aside. He was a little hostile pulling his arm away from her, "I think I've had enough lectures from you."

"You are frightening her."

"Well, that's probably not a bad thing, is it? Stay away from big bad Logan. Isn't that what most of you think?"

"Stop this childish behavior, Logan. I know you feel responsible, and maybe you think you can just walk away from her now and things will be grand. But they won't be. Of everyone in this school, you are the one that can be the most help to her. I think you know that from past experience. Please don't let her down. I don't think you really want to do that."

"I've already done that, Jean. I let her down when Portman snatched her right out from under my nose."

"Please, Logan."

"Is this what Chuck wants? Or are you just trying to humor me? I'm sure Ro told you I lost it."

"The professor needs you, but more importantly she does. None of us are immune to losing our heads at times. I know I did the other morning in the city."

"Well, she won't remember so that might be of some comfort to you."

"She might remember more than you think."

"Oh, yeah, Jeannie, tell me about what she might remember. That damn machine took everything away from me. Everything. Do you really think she'll be so lucky?" Once again the anger was building and he raised his voice, Scott and Hannah looked their way.

"This isn't helping her, Logan. You going off the handle."

"Well, then maybe I need to back off and make everyone's job easier. I'm sure Scott would have no objections."

"I don't think for a minute you want to do that." Jean looked over at Scott who was desperately trying to make Hannah feel comfortable, talking small talk, trying to distract her from Jean and Logan's conversation, but in all honesty not being very successful. She turned back to Logan, "Everything is much more complicated now. Telling her she's a mutant, telling her about her parents death...just the fact that she'll have years missing from her life. It could have an adverse effect on her. One that could significantly alter the rest of her life. Only you know what that feels like."

"It feels like shit." He turned to look at Hannah. She now was solely concentrating on him and Jean and Scott awkwardly looked over at them for guidance. Logan turned back to Jean, "I really don't have much choice do I? Scott is hopeless."

Jean smiled, "Now that's the Logan we all know and love. Glad to have you back."

He managed a smile and headed back over to Hannah and Scott, "Sorry, Hannah, didn't mean to leave you with Mr. Life of the Party here, but it won't happen again." He leaned over her, to pick her up. She felt a bit embarrassed, "You don't remember that I carried you to the jet in London. I didn't bite then, I won't bite now."

"I do remember that. Something bad happened." She put her arms around his neck, and lowered her head, closing her eyes tightly. She wanted to remember what, but there was nothing there. Nothing at all. Logan felt her body tense and knew just exactly the pain she felt. The pain he was in turn feeling. Containing himself, he had to be strong for Hannah. He had to remember what it had been like for him, alone. She wouldn't be alone. Not matter what he felt, he couldn't leave her alone.