The professor awaited their arrival to the medical bay impatiently. He wheeled his chair back and forth in a pacing motion. Hank already preparing the equipment and instruments that would be needed to evaluate Hanna's situation, felt the uneasiness and was glad when Logan entered the room carrying Hannah, who from first glance seemed none the worse for wear. Jean and the others followed.

Logan placed her on the exam table, as the professor approached.

An awkward silence occurred, as Logan stepped back towards Hank and Jean. Hank noticed the look that passed between his two teamates. They obviously new something he didn't.

She quietly greeted him, "Uncle Charles. They told me you would have some answers for me. I hope you can explain what is happening."

"And I will do just that, once Jean and Hank have completed a few tests."

She looked past him and was surprised by the furry creature standing between Logan and Jean. "He's blue and furry. What is this place?" Her voice sounded agitated and she was now beginning to feel frightened. "I don't want to be here. I want to be with my family. They'll be worried." She began to sit up and Logan rushed to her side.

He turned to the professor, "You have to tell her now. None of this later crap, Chuck."

"Logan..." The professor didn't have to say anything as he relayed his thoughts telepathically to Logan.

Logan really hated when he did that. He felt the anger in him building. He was never one to hold back and this was no exception as he angrily replied. "I know. I'm out of line, but she has a right to know what is happening to her now."

She looked pleadingly at her godfather. A man she barely knew. Then at the gruff stranger who was showing so much compassion for her. It just didn't make any sense.

When the professor didn't respond, Logan continued. "Alright then.." He turned to Hannah, "Your memory is gone, Hannah. Probably a good couple of years, hopefully not more than that. The tests will be able to get a rough estimate. This place is a school for gifted students, which is a cover for a school for mutants. Everyone standing in front of you is a mutant. Jean, over there, can read minds and move things with her thoughts. Pretty impressive. Storm can control the weather. Kurt teleports and Summers can blast lasers from his eyes. The professor can read minds as well, but don't worry he can't read yours." he added cynically.

"Logan stop this right now." Charles circled his chair to face Logan.

"I'll stop when you begin. "

Hank nudged Jean and whispered, "What the hell is going on here, Jean? This isn't typical Logan behavior. And the professor taking it the way he is. Is there something you want to share? I know he tells you everything. And since when can't he read someones mind. In particular Hannah's?"

Jean couldn't take it anymore and moved towards them. Scott grabbed her arm, "Stay out of this, Jean."

"How can I stay out of this?" She pulled away from Scott and stepped between Logan and the professor.

For Hannah nothing made much sense, but she began to realize she had put trust in these people and maybe her father had been right for so long. He had never backed up the mutant population, and maybe he had just cause not to. She looked around the room wondering if there was any chance of escape. Everyone now seemed focused on the professor and Logan, and it gave her the incentive to get out of this place as quickly as she could.

Quietly slipping off the table, she realized her legs were incredibly weak and her head woozy. Whatever had been given to her in London was taking it's toll, but it didn't stop her. Too bad after only one step her right leg gave out and she fell to the floor pulling an instrument tray along with her. The clatter had everyone refocus on her, Logan at her side immediately. But instead of being receptive she thrashed out at him in fear and anger.

"Where are my parents?" She yelled, "What have you done to them?"

Logan was surprised by her outburst and held her down, Storm and Scott were immediately at his side to help in anyway they could. But she didn't seem to want to give up the fight, as she bit into Scott's arm Scott grimacing in pain stepped back and held his arm, "She bit me." He looked over at Jean, "Do something here. You're the doctor."

Hank held up a syringe, "We can sedate her, I don't' see any other choice."

But the image of the syringe caused Hannah to stop her fighting. Her face glazed, staring at the object in the Beast's hand. "No...please...no..not that. I won't fight. I won't, I promise. I'll do what you say." Tears swelled in her eyes.

Logan was confused as he looked at the professor and Jean and Hank for any kind of explanation.

"It seems she doesn't want the injection. Can't blame her really. Never liked needles myself." Hank looked over at the professor, and then at Hannah who seemed terrified.

Jean got down on the floor next to her, "Hannah, it's just an injection to calm you down. It won't hurt you."

"He said that too. No..please, I beg you."

Logan looked at her, "You can't give it to her." Then he looked at the professor, who was obviously communicating with Jean telepathically. He then saw Jean concentrating on Hannah as she placed a hand near her face. He disapproved but understood the reasoning.

A startled look appeared on her face before she opened her eyes and took a deep breath. Logan pried, "Well, what is it?"

She looked around the room. Not wanting to meet the professors eyes. But he wouldn't let up and she felt him screaming inside her head, "Professor, I should talk to you in private."

Scott steered his group towards the door, and expected Logan to follow, "What don't you understand about the word private, Logan? That means all of us leave"

"No...I'm not budging. Anything that goes on in here I am a part of." He was ready for the professor to argue. But nothing happened. Hannah was shaking in his arms, still focusing on Beast and the syringe.

Scott looked over at the professor waiting for instruction and he too was surprised not to have one. Jean gave him a reassuring look, "He's okay to stay, Scott."

Scott and the others left the room. The professor turned to Beast, "Put the syringe down. I don't think we will be needing it Henry. I think Jean and Logan seem to have the situation under control."

"Sure, professor, but I'll be just outside the door if you need me for anything." He was incredibly curious. Things were getting odder by the minute.

Once the 4 of them were alone. Jean spoke up, all eyes on her. Hannah, seemed to be dozing off in Logan's arms, "I didn't get much, she seems to associate being sedated to Brian Portman. And she's terrified. What of? I have no idea."

"Whatever would he be sedating her for?" Logan asked, looking down at a very distressed Hannah in his arms.

The professor put his head in his hand, "That should have stopped years ago."

"You know about this?" Logan was surprised.

"Her mother and Brian sedated her when she had her bouts with the headaches, when her mutancy was appearing. She can't possibly remember that. It was shortly after a few of those episodes I placed the mindblock on her." The professor seemed as confused as everyone else. "I really think I need to release her from the mindblock. I truly don't know much about her childhood only from her mother's letters. But once the block is removed Hannah might have some answers." Jean and Logan sensed a disturbance on the professor's part. "I might need your help, Logan. It should be a simple procedure. A few minutes, but there is the chance she might experience some agitation. No pain, but a discomfort that I couldn't begin to describe. Noticing her restlessness at the moment, I don't want to chance that she could have another outburst and disrupt the whole process."

"I'll do what I can." Logan stroked the side of her face, "No one here is going to hurt you." Hannah looked up into his eyes. A calmness settled over her. "You have my word."

It was the first time the professor had witnessed Logan's affection towards his daughter. He knew that they were becoming close. Both the outsiders. A definite friendship building. Logan was always looking out for the younger girls, like a big brother would do, but this was different. Hannah was no longer a teenager. Although it was hard for him to really see her as a woman. He could still see her at the English seaside running across the sand and skipping in the waves. Those brief visits her mother allowed him to have when she was growing up were few and far between. And now here she was...a woman...and causing a reaction from a man. Not just any man. Wolverine, a trained killer, a man with a mysterious past, a man who was possibly a hundred years old or more. This was the kind of man any father in their right mind would keep far away from their daughter. What was he thinking allowing them to spend any time together? Let alone a night together in a New York brothel. It took a lot for him not to reach inside his mind and find out what this man actually felt for her. Jean was only to aware of his reaction. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe this is too much for you to deal with right now. I could make the effort to release the mindblock." The professor was now concentrated on every move Logan made. Logan helped Hannah up onto a chair and kneeling in front of her, whispered something to her that made her smile, as he wisped a strand of hair out of her face. Jean sensed the professor's agitation. "Professor, please let me take care of this."

"I can handle this, Jean."

Wheeling over to them, the professor tried to contain what he was feeling. Hannah's well being is what mattered here.

"You need to explain to her, Chuck. What you're going to do."

"Logan, I am perfectly aware of what I need to do here."

Logan was a bit surprised by his tone of voice, "Of course you do. Just trying to help out." He began to stand up, realizing that he wasn't helping matters at all, but Hannah grabbed his hand.

"Don't go. Please." He had let her down so much in the past that he couldn't bare to walk away now, but he sensed Charles' uneasiness. Not really sure where it was coming from.

"I'm just going to be back there with Jean. The professor needs to talk to you."

"But..."

Jean saw where the professor eyes were focused. On their hands. She had no idea if he had read Logan's mind. If he had, who knew what was there. The guy had feelings for her and he wasn't very good at hiding them.

Logan knelt down next to her, patting her hand, "He's one of the good guys, Hannah. Let him talk to you. And I'll be right back there. It's okay, really."

She let go of his hand and he once again stood and moved back to where Jean was standing. A look passed between them. Logan wasn't sure what Jean was trying to get across but it wasn't just a normal glance. He looked over to the professor who was glaring at him. And was glad when Hannah demanded his attention.

"What is a mindblock? Why am I here? And where are my parents? I want answers."

"The mindblock first. It was your mother's wishes when you began experiencing headaches and agitation during puberty."

"That seems a bit drastic. Erasing my memories, just because my body was changing."

"Changing differently than most of the girls you knew. You were born with the mutant gene, Hannah."

"I'm a mutant?" She remained calm as she looked over at Logan and then back to the professor.

He nodded. "Something your mother wanted to keep from you. And she succeeded with my help. Something I am not proud of. I didn't believe it was in your best interests. But your mother didn't want your father to ever find out. I agreed only because I cared for your mother very much. And I would do anything for her."

Hannah looked shocked, "You were in love with my mother?" This took a little bit for her to digest. "No wonder my father despised mutants all his life. He knew this didn't he? My mother was cheating on him with you."

"No, that is something she would never contemplate. Our affair ended as soon as it started, Hannah. Your mother could not deal with my mutancy either. I introduced her to Alan."

"My father."

"Alan's not your real father, Hannah."

"I don't understand."

"He married your mother when she was pregnant with you, because he cared deeply for her and couldn't bear to see her have a child out of wedlock."

"I can't believe what you're telling me. So if Alan Masterson isn't my father than I have to assume there is only one person that could be and that is you."

"I kept the secret because it was what your mother wanted."

This wasn't the answer she wanted. She stood up, maybe to quickly and grabbed her head for a second, but she couldn't bear to be sitting in front of this man. "I don't care what my mother wanted. What about me? Did anyone even think about how this would effect me?"

"I did. Everyday of your life."

"Well, that's a relief." She said cynically.

Jean nudged Logan, whispering, "Sounds like someone we know."

"I'm nothing like that."

The professor looked over at them distraught with the way this was all beginning to play out, "Logan."

With the nod of his head, Logan realized the professor needed his assistant. He approached Hannah, "He can't get rid of the block with you like this. You want to remember your past don't you? No matter what they did to you, you can get some of your life back when he releases the block."

"What good is that going to do me? Everyone lied to me. Those are the memories I am going to remember. A life that wasn't really mine."

"But a life all the same. Let him do it. Then you can go from there. Without those memories, you'll always wonder. Believe me I know first hand."

She stubbornly went back to the chair facing him, "You will never be my father. I don't want you to expect things from me because I can't just become your long lost daughter. I can't do that."

"I know that."

"And I don't want you to tell me it will be a matter of time, because it won't be. "

These words hurt and Jean saw the pain in his eyes. She wished she could do something.

Hannah took a deep breath. "As for the other questions I asked. I don't think I want to know the answer right now. I just want you to do this thing. Now." There were tears in her eyes, and the professor had to take a deep breath to hold back the ones he felt were building up inside him. He placed his hands on the side of her head and she was forced to look into his eyes. "Will it hurt?"

"It shouldn't, but it might cause a slight dizziness...very briefly."

Closing his eyes, the professor began focusing on the first 14 years of her life. Hannah tensed in the chair grabbing onto the arms tightly feeling a sensation as if she might faint. Logan moved to her side reaching for her hand, she immediately took it and squeezed it with all her might. Images of her childhood began to rapidly rush through her mind. Disorienting and confusing, some happy others caused agitation and Logan watched as her grip changed during the procedure. And it wasn't only her grip, her face seemed to cringe in pain, disturbed. What kind of childhood memories had they kept from her? Were there some things she was better off not knowing? It was something he hadn't thought about since he would be happy with anything he could get...memory wise.

The professor opened his eyes and removed his hands, also noticing the pain in Hannah's face. Her eyes darted open as Logan felt the death grip tighten on his own hand.

She realized where she was and saw Logan gritting his teeth. She released his hand quickly. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

"You got some grip there." He shook out his hand and smiled at her, "You okay?"

She nodded. Then looked at the professor, "Could I have some time alone? Or do you plan to watch over me like a prisoner."

"Jean can show you to your room."

"I have room?"

"You were here only a few short days ago."

"Oh, I see." She began to stand up. "There must be a reason. And it must have to do with my parents. I guess I have to assume they're dead."

"Hannah, this is something we need to talk about."

"How can I talk about something I don't know anything about? So they're dead." She bit down her lip. "And the last thing I can remember is my father, or the man I thought was my father, telling my mother we needed to get in the car. That we had a plane to catch. Paris. I was going to Paris to play in a competition. She was cross with me because I didn't want to wear my hair up, because I thought it made me look too old. And my father was yelling. I never told them I loved them." She began to cry.

Jean came to her side, "Come on, I'll get you settled. You might want a bath or something to eat."

She was kind of in a daze. And allowed Jean to lead her out of the room.

"Jean." Logan called out as she reached the door and Jean turned. "Let me know if you need me."

"Sure." She then looked at the professor seeing the pain and sadness in his eyes.

After they were gone, Logan took a deep breath. It had been a rough day but he knew it was only the start of a long drawn out process of Hannah regaining her old memories and trying to piece some of her life together. He looked down at the professor, "I think we both need a drink."

"Is that what you think? That alcohol will solve this problem."

"Of course not. It's been a rough day."

"I had to sort out your mess, Logan."

"So this is all my fault? Maybe if you would have told her the damn truth from day one, removed the block, given her some freedom none of this would've happened."

"You killed 5 people."

"To save her. I did what I had to do to save her. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"This has nothing to do with me. This is all about you, Logan. You saved her for yourself. I doubt for one minute you thought about anyone else."

He raised his arms in frustration. "Right, it's all about me. I didn't' want her to go through what I have gone through. I wouldn't wish that on my worse enemy. But you believe what you want."

"She spent the night with you in New York."

Now this all made sense. Logan didn't want to deal with this right now, but saw no way out of it. "That was her choice. She is a big girl, Chuck. Anything Hannah did was her choice."

"And you couldn't dissuade her? You were supposed to be looking after her."

"Well, I didn't do a very good job did I? I lost her. I lost her to that bastard Portman. So don't think for one minute I don't feel like a piece of shit. And aren't you lucky that he wiped out the last few years. She'll never remember that night with me, Chuck. And you don't have to worry. She'll never know from me. So you can either direct all your anger at me and what you think happened , or you can use that energy to help your daughter. I think the latter is probably the best choice, but you know I'm probably not the best judge. I'm good at making a mess of things. Now if you're through with me, I'm going to get a drink."

The professor let him go and didn't say a word. Once again he didn't seem to be holding things together very well. As he wheeled himself out of the room he began thinking that drink sounded awfully good.