Logan settled himself in the kitchen after digging in a back cupboard where he had stored a 6 pack of beer. Something the professor frowned upon but he did it anyway. The effect of the alcohol was very shortlived on him but it didn't matter. Just going through the motions seemed to calm his nerves. He was surprised when Scott entered the room and sat across the table from him.

Before Scott even spoke Logan jumped in, "I don't need your shit now, Summers."

"I got none to give, Logan. It was rough on all of us in there tonight and I was out of line earlier. I can't imagine what you've been through and obviously what's happened to Hannah just brings a lot of it back."

They rarely got along. They both were hard headed and were on different pages nearly all the time. But tonight Logan knew he was trying to make some peace. Logan passed him a beer and didn't have to speak for Scott to know he was accepting his apology.

Logan downed a bottle as Scott took a few sips. He expected Logan to say something but the guy was a man of few words and getting him to open up was not easy.

"I just left Jean. She got Hannah to take a bath and have something to eat. She's exhausted."

"Understandable. She's still with her right? I don't think Hannah should be alone."

"Ororo offered to stay the night."

"Right." Logan knew that Jean still had a problem with Hannah and it wasn't a surprise that she passed her off to Storm.

"So are you going to let me know what's going on?"

"You were there, Summers. You know everything I know."

"No, not that. What happened before Hannah got kidnapped? Jean was in the city. I know that much. I also know she's acting weird about Hannah and the professor."

"Then talk to Jean."

"Did she come to see you?"

Logan had had enough. He should have known Scott had another agenda when he walked in. Without even thinking, he took the empty bottle and threw it, just missing Scott and slamming into the kitchen cabinets shattering into pieces. "Out. Fucking get out, Summers." he yelled as he picked up another empty bottle, "This time I won't miss."

Scott stood up and headed for the door quickly, "God damn it, Logan. I've about had it with your outbursts. This is a school with kids in it and I'm going to make sure the professor knows that I feel you're a danger to the students."

"You let him know that I am a danger to you if you don't back off. Now get out."

Scott stormed off shaking his head. This was uncalled for. Sure he egged him on but still the guy had no right using him as target practice. He was so pissed he bumped into Jean as he was heading for the elevator.

"Scott, is everything alright?"

"No, god damn it, it isn't. Jean, I've had enough. I ''ve tried to be civil and I've tried to not be the jealous boyfriend, but he is trouble. I think you know that."

"What did you do now, Scott? I told you to stay away from him tonight. He's been through enough."

"And I haven't? I've had to put up with his holier than thou attitude this whole mission. You said it was over, Jean. You said he was backing off. Is that just your way to hide the fact that it isn't over, that you aren't backing off?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Explain the fact you were in the city with him."

"I wasn't with him, I was going to see him..yes. And it was a mistake."

Scott wanted to bang his hand against the wall, instead he turned around trying to compose himself, then faced her, "You have a thing for him. God damn it, Jean, why have you lied to me?"

"I don't have a thing for him. I care about him and I think his involvement with Hannah is a huge mistake, but he doesn't see that."

"Involvement with Hannah? What are you talking about it?"

"Men can be so blind. Scott, he loves her. It's not just one of his big brother acts, this is for real. She has some kind of hold on him. I can't believe you didn't see it on this mission."

"Love?" He then laughed, "You can't be serious, Jean. Hannah? She's not his type."

"And what is his type, Scott?"

"You. You're his type. And Hannah and you are different as night and day."

She was silent for a minute wondering if she should tell him the real reason for her concern. She hated keeping things from him and now seemed like the right time to tell him. "Scott, there is something else. Concerning Hannah."

"You know this girl has caused more chaos around here than any of the student's in the past?"

"Well, maybe that is because she happens to be the professor's daughter."

"What? You can't be serious?"

"I wish I wasn't."

Scott contemplated this information. "Wow, that kind of changes things."

"Slightly. So maybe you can see why I'm a bit concerned about Logan's involvement."

"So how involved are we talking about, Jean?"

She took him by the arm and lead him down the hall, "Let's just say they've totally skipped the holding hands stage."

He looked at her shocked. Then smirked, "Well, well, well...so maybe you think he's trying to get to you. It seems to be working. And the professor must be livid."

She put her finger over his lips, "Can we talk about something else."

He removed her finger, "Does he know?" She kept looking straight ahead as they headed for the elevator, "Oh, damn, Jean, he doesn't know. My god, the shit is going to hit the fan when he finds out."

"I plan to do my best to keep that from happening."

"He's going to know. All he has to do is read Logan's mind."

"But he won't. They have that understanding. He's never interceded."

"There is always a first time. You know this all makes sense now. You should have seen him when we found them in that room. He was like a mad man, the way he held her. It was kind of creepy. I can only relate it to an animal protecting one of it's own. "

"Scott, you have to promise you wont mention this to Logan and definitely not to the professor until he's ready to tell you and the others."

"Jean, sweetheart, I wouldn't do such a thing. You know that."

"I know what the two of you are like together. You've always been threatened by him and he senses it and uses that against you. You don't think when he riles you up."

He stopped and pulled her close to him, "You have my word. I won't mess with Logan. I don't want you to be mad at me." He began kissing her neck when Kitty and Rogue walked passed, giggling ad they watched their teachers embrace.

Jean quickly pulled away and Scott straightened himself out, "Shouldn't you two be getting ready for bed?"

"I left my chemistry book in the kitchen earlier. We have a test tomorrow."

"Kitchen off limits tonight."

"But, Mr. Sommers..."

Ths last thing Scott wanted was the girls to have a confrontation with Logan in his state. "Rogue has a book, Kitty. I'm sure you can share for the time being."

"Well, I guess..."

"Then that's settled. Off to bed."

They looked at Jean and she nodded in agreement with Scott.

As they walked off Rogue looked back and said loud enough so they could hear, "They're hiding something. They always hide things around here. You would think we were babies or something, not teenagers." She then whispered to Kitty, "Let's go check the kitchen, aren't you dying to know what's the big secret?"

Jean entered both of their minds at the same time, Her voice sharp, "Don't you even think about it. You both heard, Scott. Off to bed."

Both girls looked at each other in surprise and ran past both Scott and Jean towards their room.

Ororo sat in the corner of Hannah's room with a fashion magazine, while Hannah got ready for bed. She turned down the covers and before laying down glanced over at the woman who now seemed to be her prison guard. "I am a prisoner here aren't I?"

"Not a prisoner. But because of the circumstances of what happened today the professor thought it wasn't a good idea for you to be alone."

"Does he think I'm going to go crazy? Or mad?" There was a cynical tone to her voice and Storm could only compare it to some of Logan's remarks. How strange that this was the same girl who only a few weeks ago had been content at the piano. So quiet and demure.

"He's not that bad, Hannah."

"Is it normal behavior for a father to put their daughter under a mind block? To lie to her, her whole life about who she is? I would call that bad."

"I think you're scared and you're trying to hide that by lashing out at the professor."

"I'm not scared." She didn't like Storm hitting the nail on the head. She laid down and turned away from her. "Are you going to sit there all night?"

"That was the plan."

"You'll probably fall asleep."

"Might do. Then you can sneak off and get far away from here." She could be cynical when she wanted to be too.

"I didn't say I wanted to do that."

Storm laid the magazine down and glared at her, "What do you want, Hannah?"

"I want my family back, I want my memory back." Hannah felt like a child whining about something she had no control over, but she didn't care. She felt helpless and alone and this wasn't how she wanted to live her life.

"Some might come back. Logan has snippets here and there."

"Logan?"

"He has no memory of his life before the adimantium was placed on his skeleton. The government experimented on him and took it away. So you see, he understands what you're going through. It's been hard for him but he's learning to live with it the best he can. You might want to talk to him. But be prepared he has a hard time getting close."

"He seemed kind."

"Before this happened to you, he listened to you play the piano. Of course he didn't want anyone to know that was what he was doing. Something would come over him when you played. I found it sweet. But don't tell him I told you that. Logan's an odd one."

The thought of Logan made her smile but she tried hiding it from Storm. There was something about him, but she couldn't pin point what it was. There was something in his eyes. The way he looked at her. It made her feel funny inside. But a good feeling. One that she wasn't used to.

Storm sensed her daydreaming. It was curious. The closeness between her and Logan. It did seem different than what he shared with some of the younger girls. He was always being overprotective of them. Looking after them. But Storm had seen the look in his eyes in London when he held her limp sedated body and it gave her a chill. It was unlike anything she had ever witnessed.

The two women eyed one another. Each of them wondering what the other was thinking. Hannah finally spoke, "So I played the piano a lot when I was here before, I take it."

"All the time. It was beautiful."

"I played to take my mind off things." When she said that, she had a flash of something from her childhood, it was fuzzy but she saw herself crying at the piano, playing with every bit of energy she had. She put her hand to her head. A headache, something she would hardly be forgetting, they were always so frequent even as a child.

"Hannah, are you alright?"

"I think I should go to sleep. I didn't think that I was so tired, but it must be the jet lag. I'm starting to feel very exhausted."

"There is a chance you might have visions of your childhood. Releasing the mindblock can often cause an overflow of memories and it can be a bit overwhelming."

"But it will be good. To remember things. That's what I want."

"Just take it slow and don't be in such a hurry."

Hannah wasn't sure what she meant but when she closed her eyes she saw her world as it was once. Memories began to flash by. Ones that had made her happy. Seaside trips, splashing in the waves, ice cream and rides on carousels. Her life before the piano. And she saw the man that had been in her life then and it wasn't the man she had called father. He sat in a wheelchair and he took her for rides on his lap. He waved to her as she rode the pony in the park. He did magic tricks and called her his little poppet. It wasn't what she had thought. She had wanted to believe he had abandoned her, but these images only showed her that he loved her and maybe his absence had been her mother's doing and maybe he deserved a second chance. This was the thought she kept with her as she drifted off to sleep.

After finishing the six pack, he really didn't feel any better. He headed back to his room and passed Hannah's. It was quiet but he couldn't resist checking up on her. He slowly opened the door and found Ororo asleep in the arm chair, Hannah stirred. Not wanting to wake her up he began to back out then heard her mutter his name. He moved closer to the bed, hoping Ororo wouldn't wake up. It was obvious Hannah was experiencing a dream and not a pleasant one as she began to toss and turn. He contemplated waking her, then Ororo stirred and opened her eyes. Surprised to see Logan by Hannah's side.

She whispered, "Logan?"

"Wanted to make sure she was okay." He didn't even look up and headed for the door, feeling awkward. He now just wanted out of there and to get back to his room.

Ororo immediately stood up and followed him. Stepping outside the door into the hallway, "She's having a restless sleep. The professor said that would be the case. What you just saw, it comes and goes. She's peaceful for awhile then it starts up."

He didn't want to mention that she had called out his name. Wondering what the hell that was about. She wasn't supposed to have any memory of him. "What does that tell you, Ro? That maybe her childhood wasn't all sweetness and light?"

"Like all the rest of us basically. You know Logan, you got to let up on the professor. He did what he thought best."

Logan shook his head remembering the last conversation he had with Chuck. He began to walk down the hall to his room.

Storm found him so strange at times. But you just let Logan do things his way and not question it. She called after him, "I'll tell her you were here."

"Better not."

"Logan, don't do this. Don't shut her out now. I don't think you really want to." As soon as she said this, she knew it was a mistake. He turned slowly and glared at her, his eyebrows furrowed, a snarl formed on his lips.

"and you'd know what I'm thinking? Whoa, Jean is good, passing such a talent on to her best friend. I'm impressed." He said cynically. He didn't wait for her answer and continued to walk down to his room.

Storm rolled her eyes and watched as he entered his room and the door shut behind him. She was surprised when she turned to go back in the room and Hannah was standing behind her. Her eyes fixed on the now closed door of Logan's room.

"Logan was here?" She was a bit disorientated as she rubbed her eyes.

Storm turned her around and escorted her back to the bed, "You need to get some sleep."

As she laid down the good thoughts seemed to be invaded by an image that made her cringe. How could she go back to sleep wondering what this image meant. Had this happened to her? Was it real? She wished she could trust Ororo, wished she had someone to confide in that she felt comfortable with. And the image of Logan walking into his room came into her mind. Why did she feel he was the one she could trust, the one she felt comfortable with.

Stormed sensed her uneasiness possibly from the dreams and handed her a magazine. "It might get your mind off things."

She skimmed the pages to humor Storm, but as she did a sensation came over her. She wasn't even concentrating but as she shut the magazine she realized she knew the whole contents. Closing her eyes tightly she could see the various fashion pages the advertisements for fancy NY clothing companies, articles on the best sunscreen, what men want in bed. She threw the magazine on the floor and startled she looked at Storm.

A little embarrassed Storm picked it up, "I forgot you don't know about your mutancy."

"It's impossible. I barely looked at that magazine I can tell you every word on every page."

"It's your gift. Think of all the books you can read, the music you can perform."

"It doesn't feel like a gift"

"You'll get used to it."

Hannah didn't know if she could get used to any of this. Her parents death, mutancy, her real father. It was all too much. How did anyone get through something like this? Was it possible. She closed her eyes and turned away from Storm. Hiding the tears she sobbed quietly. Finally falling asleep.

Logan's bag from London lay on his bed. It was tempting to just pick it up and move on again. But Hannah's hold on him was strong. He felt he couldn't leave her but at the same time felt she was better off without him. He picked up the photo of Mariko on his nightstand. Tenderly brushing his hand across the glass, remembering a time when things seemed to be perfect. But he now knew nothing came easily, nothing was perfect. And everyone he ever cared about seemed to suffer from his mistakes. Hannah included.

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