Hannah had a particularly restless night. She no longer knew what was real and what wasn't. Happy memories of birthday parties and trips to the seaside mixed with nightmarish images of darkened rooms and being in a druglike state where nothing seemed to make sense and she couldn't quite figure out what was actually happening. She woke up in a sweat and her head throbbed. The mutancy seemed to be the least of her worries. It was her childhood that was disturbing. And she knew that she wouldn't make it through another night without talking with the professor...her father. It still seemed so surreal.

As she stretched and sat up in bed she noticed Ororo was fast asleep in the chair. There was no point in disturbing her, she had been a friend last night calming her after one of the nightmares occurred but Hannah knew she needed to learn to deal with this on her own. No one could really understand what she was going through. Well, except for one. She was intrigued by Logan. His rugged good looks, his animal instincts That was at least how she saw him, but he also frightened her. She had never run across someone who seemed so angry all the time, but the oddest thing was...he didn't seem angry with her at all.

She went to the closet and was surprised to find clothes that she had no recollection of owning. Things her mother or Brian would have frowned upon. Trendy clothes that most women her age were wearing. This made her curious about the weeks she had spent here, in this school. Ororo had said she played the piano but surely she had done something else. She felt excited to be able to put on a pair of jeans and a tshirt instead of the plain skirts and blouses that she had been required to wear at home.

As she slipped the tshirt on she thought about home. Something the house in London never really was. She wasn't really sure she even knew what a real home should be like. Now that her parents were gone, Would she ever go back? Would Brian come and look for her? Or was this now expected to be her home. This school with mutant children and a father she barely knew.

She went into the bathroom and brushed her hair. Catching her reflection in the mirror she stared at her hand and the hairbrush. Something about the hairbrush. And for some reason it felt important. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple hoping that something, anything, would materialize to make her understand what she just felt, but there wasn't anything. This was so frustrating. She laid the the brush on the edge of the sink. No point wasting her time on a stupid hairbrush. She needed to find some answers and they weren't to be found in this room.

She realized as she entered the hallway she didn't know where she was or how to find the professor. She looked to the left and then to the right and her eyes focused on the door that Logan had disappeared into last night. She headed that direction and wasn't prepared to have the door open and Logan nearly running into her.

She quickly backed up and Logan stopped awkwardly glaring at her, then not liking the eye contact avoided her gaze, "Didn't mean to startle you? Sleep good?"

"No, not really." She was distracted as she gazed at his muscular body in a tank top and jeans. Then her eyes seemed to focus on his hands. They stayed there way to long as she babbled, "You don't really seem the morning type, this must be early for you."

Would he ever really get used to the staring? He asked himself this more often then he should, but it still irritated him and he snapped at her, "You don't know my type." The kindness experienced in his voice just seconds prior was now gone.

"No, I don't. I was just making small talk." She quickly averted her eyes away from his hands and when she looked up noticed Logan was well aware of her glares. But there was something about his hands. Again, it wasn't anything she could pin point. She felt awkward but she was also upset about his attitude. At that moment all she wanted to do was get away from him, "I don't want to keep you, but could you point me in the direction of the professor's office?"

Logan was surprised. "I'm going that way. I'll show you."

"I don't want to put you out." Now Hannah sounded irritated.

"Believe me, I'd let you know if you were."

"Oh, I can believe that. Charm isn't your strong suit, I take it."

"It doesn't seem to be yours either." He walked ahead of her towards the elevator and she followed reluctantly. They were silent all the way to the professor's wing of the mansion where Logan showed her the door.

"Have a nice visit with the old man."

"You don't sound like you mean it."

"He fucked up your life, Hannah." The sarcasm gone and in it's place a true concern for her wellbeing.

But Hannah wasn't about to let this guy get to her, "What do you know about my life? And it can't be any more fucked up than yours." She was surprised by her own boldness and the use of a four letter word. It felt good under the stress she had been in since yesterday but when she looked at Logan's face she realized she had said the wrong thing.

"You're right, mine's royally fucked up. I definitely don't need yours to worry about. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a date with a few hundred sentinels, who are going to get their shiny metal asses kicked." He stormed off. And Hannah stood there looking after him. What was it about him? What was making her feel so vulnerable?

As she watched him walk away the door quietly opened and the professor was pleased to find Hannah there. She didn't notice him and he was well aware her mind at that moment was on something else. He followed her gaze and saw Logan heading down the stairs. It was clear the matter they had discussed last night was not over by a long shot, but this morning he was just glad to see Hannah there. She wanted to see him. "It's lovely to see you this morning, Hannah. I hope your sleep wasn't too disrupted to much by the flow of memories. ."

She turned towards him and managed a smile. She would never be able to tell him about the nightmarish images. She didn't think she could tell anyone about those, but many of the good memories had centered around the professor and she knew that whatever he had done to her, he did it to protect her, like a father would. "No, it wasn't disrupted much. I did remember you. And that seemed like a good thing."

He smiled, "Well, I am pleased to hear you say that. Now come in and I'll have breakfast brought up. You must be famished."

"A bit, but I don't know if I can eat. I feel so overwhelmed by everything."

"Of course you do. This isn't going to be an easy time for you, but I want you to know you are surrounded by people who care here."

They took it slow. The professor let her ask the questions and he told her the truth. She cried about her parents and tried to understand her mutancy. He talked openly about their early childhood visits and the day her mother had told him he could no longer see her, that it was putting a strain on her marriage. He honored her wishes and stayed away only to be called upon the moment Hannah began experiencing the headaches and erratic behavior. Being a mutant was something her mother could not tolerate. It wasn't what Hannah wanted to hear, but it was what she needed to hear. But she was glad when a few of the students knocked on the door for a lesson and she could excuse herself.

"I want you to make yourself at home, Hannah. Of course we would all love to see you at the piano again."

She smiled awkwardly. "The piano...yes, I know. I'll just go have a wander, if that's alright."

"Of course and I'll see you at lunch."

"That would be lovely."

The professor could see apprehension in her eyes and he only wished he was able to read her mind. What was she thinking? He had to let her go and be happy with the fact she had come to him. Maybe things would turn out fine and she could find some happiness here. But there was still a niggling feeling within him knowing that she would never really would be able to feel at home here. One day at a time he told himself as he turned towards the children. One day at time.

Hannah wandered the halls and grounds and found herself drawn to the conservatory where the piano awaited. She felt the power it held over her but she circled it and refused to sit. Maybe she wouldn't be able to play a note. Maybe her talent had disappeared with the last few years of her life. For the most part the piano had been her sole friend but as she stared at it today she began to recall the practice routine Brian had set out for her at a very young age. A schedule that was completely ridiculous for a child, but she was expected to obey and when she hadn't there had been consequences to pay. She closed her eyes trying to block out those nightmarish images. But they wouldn't go away. She desperately wanted to conquer this fear she had. She gently tapped one of the keys and then backed off like it was a monster ready to attack. Part of her wanted to run away and get as far away from the damn thing as she could but she stayed. Choosing to face the fear instead of running from it.

It was nearing lunch when Logan made his way from the danger room heading for the kitchen, when he passed by the conservatory and found Kitty and Rogue with their ears to the door. Logan approached from behind, "Don't you two have studying or classes or something academic to do?"

"It's lunchtime, Logan." Rogue whispered. "She's been in their for nearly 2 hours. And not one note. She's locked the door."

Logan made out the sound of footsteps pacing behind the lock door with his heightened hearing. He found it odd she wouldn't play. Something she had felt so passionate about. He pried the girls away from the door, "Well, there's nothing to hear so make your way to the dining room, pronto."

They both looked at him in disgust. "You're becoming like the others, Logan. No fun."

"Get a move on...now." They both headed off towards the dining room slightly defeated.

He stared at the door contemplating whether he should pry it open with one of his blades, but decided that probably wasn't the best idea. He could make out her cursing under breath after she played a few notes. Then he heard her steps growing closer and the lock turn before Logan could get out of the way. The door flew open and Logan stepped aside as she stormed through.

"Damn that thing. I am never going to play again. Never." As she looked up she realized Logan was standing there. "No reason to hang around here, because you will never hear a note come from me again. I can't play. I can't play because of him." Her frustration was evident. She wanted to talk to him but then again their words earlier had been awkward and she wasn't sure she could trust him or not. She paced in front of him and then stopped looking up at him. "Say something. Why do you just stand there and stare?"

He didn't take his eyes off her. How he wished he could make this process easier for her. "You'll play again."

"I won't. That isn't who I am. That is what they made me. Brian Portman and my parents. "

"It was you a few days ago. And I think it is still you. Give it sometime. Don't give up on this,Hannah."

"Why not? What is it to you if I play or not?" she didn't' mean to snap at him but the frustration she felt was just building and he was there to take it out on.

"You have talent. Something your good at. It just seems like a shame if you gave it up now." Logan only wished he could say he was good at something beside kicking the shit out of people or even worse killing them.

She wanted to tell him why she couldn't play, why she didn't want to play. The things she now associated with practicing, what she remembered, but she couldn't bring herself to. She took a deep breath Whatever had passed between them this morning was gone and Hannah was glad he was there. She remembered what Storm had said about Logan listening to her play and she smiled, "You like when I play?"

"That's not important." Logan felt uncomfortable, he was trying to step back and not get too involved but for some reason she was pushing those buttons.

"I don't understand you. One minute you act like my friend, the next minute you act like you want nothing to do with me."

"Nothing personal. Look, I need to go. Things to do." He started to walk away.

She called after him, "Logan" he turned around. "So it gets better. Not remembering?"

"Not better. But tolerable. You're going to be fine."

"That doesn't sound very promising."

"I tell it like I see it. You want sugarcoating, that's Jean and Chuck's department."

She smiled at him, "Thank-you."

"For what?"

"I think you know. I don't want to keep you from your 'things'. You better go."

He furrowed his brow not really knowing why she was thanking him, "Yeah, can't keep those 'things' waiting." He stood there for a few seconds then added, "Maybe you have some 'things' as well. 'Things' that shouldn't be kept waiting."

She knew what he meant, as he walked away from her. She turned back looking at the piano in the other room. She just felt she couldn't do it, not today. She needed some time. As she headed back to her room she ran into Rogue dressed ready for a workout.

"Hannah, hi. So I heard about what happened. You're okay, right?"

She nodded. "I'm fine."

"It must feel horrible not remembering stuff."

"It's not great but I'm dealing with it."

"Probably not a bad thing...in some cases."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know how some people do things they regret."

"Are you saying I did something I would regret?"

"Well, I don't know that, do I?" Rogue realized she might have opened her mouth when she shouldn't have.

"I'm not sure why you said that then."

"Well, it was partly my fault and Logan told me off. He was furious. You don't want him mad at you. That's for sure, but he likes you." She knew she was rambling. "I got to run. Kitty and I are going to have a workout in the danger room. Hey, you should come. It's great to get out aggression. We could start you out on a simple program. Logan doesn't like us using it without supervision. But Peter is soft on Kitty so he sneaks us in. Sometimes they really treat us like children. They send us out on missions that are highly dangerous and then we have to be babysat while we're at the school. It's pretty silly if you ask me."

Hannah couldn't imagine what she had done. What had caused Logan to be so upset and did she really need to get some aggression out? Did she come across mad at the world or something?

Rogue stared at her for a minute, "You coming?"

"Sure, I'll come. I have nothing better to do."

"But you can't tell Logan. He'll have a fit."

"I won't tell Logan." They headed for the elevator. "So Rogue, before I was kidnaped...Logan...and I.."

She giggled before Hannah finished the sentence, "Wow, you think I would know that? You were in New York with him. I know that much and Jean wasn't too pleased, but then she blew him off on more than one occasion or at least that is what I've heard."

Hannah had no idea what she was talking about. "We were friends?"

"Yeah, friends. Well, as close as a friend that Logan can have I guess. He doesn't let people in often. He let you in. At least that's how I see it."

"I was in New York with him?" Hannah was trying to absorb this information and what it meant.

"Yeah, you didn't like it here, I don't think, but you're different now. I guess it's because of the memory loss."

Hannah knew Rogue was young and really had no idea what an ordeal this whole thing was becoming for her, so she couldn't be too mad at Rogue for taking it so lightly. But this only made her want to know more. Why was Logan being so closed off to her now? And what actually was there relationship before the kidnap? Things were getting more confusing and more frustrating and right now this danger room place sounded pretty good to her.

The danger room became Hannah's saving grace for the next week. She hadn't once touched the piano and instead found herself working with Peter on basic martial arts moves and she felt much less stressed. It was all on the sly. She knew the professor wouldn't approve but if she was going to have to stay here she might as well make the best of it. And right now this seemed like the best of it. She hadn't seen Logan all week and Storm wanted her to talk things out, but she wasn't ready. The professor spent afternoons working on her controlling her mutancy and she lied about her practicing to him which didn't feel to good, but she felt she didn't have a choice. The nightmares had increased over the last few days and she had a hard time accepting them as real. The workout seemed to help her keep her mind off those images and focused on the anger she obviously was building up against the many people who had controlled her life for so long.

Logan was avoiding her. He went on any mission that came up, even if it was just picking up a new kid. Something he wasn't that good at, but he jumped at the opportunity to get out of the mansion and away from anything he was feeling for Hannah. After one of the missions Charles found him in the TV room with some of the younger students watching wrestling. Hannah had missed out on their daily lunch.

"Logan, may I have a word?" The younger boys looked up and saw the scowl on the professor's face in response to the program on the television. One of them quickly turned it off and the other picked up a history book.

Logan wasn't surprised by the boys reaction but he felt a little put off by the professor's interruption. He reluctantly stood and moved over to the side of the room.

Charles looked up at him as he approached, "You don't know where Hannah is, do you?"

"Last time I saw her was at dinner last night. Maybe she's with Ro."

"She's not with Ro. Every day at this time we've been having lunch together. This isn't like her."

"She's doing fine, Chuck. I think you're worrying too much. It seems she's really trying to adjust here. Maybe she lost track of time." There was still a slight strain between them since their discussion earlier in the week and Logan really didn't wanted to get involved with anything to do with Hannah right now. The more space between them the better.

"She hasn't touched the piano, Logan."

Logan's expression changed. He couldn't understand why she would give up the one thing that had given her so much joy. "You must be mistaken. It's been over a week."

"It's as though she never played. When we talk, she limits the conversation to her childhood before she played. Whenever I try and discuss her life as a pianist, try to get her to talk about those memories, she changes the subject."

"Well, maybe she just needs some more time. " But Logan was concerned too. This did seem strange.

"I just thought you might have an inkling what is going with her."

Logan knew that he should have kept tabs on her. It was his general plan, and then he lost it. He wanted to stay away. He wanted to put as much distance between her and him because he was afraid of what he was feeling. "Hey, look, let me go check with some of the girls. I know that she quite enjoyed Rogue and Kitty's company. They might know something."

"Well, I can tell you where those two are. In the danger room with Peter. Curious to know if you had something to do with that one, Logan."

" They both know how I feel about that. They've been sneaking up there behind my back." He had to smile, since he admired their determination, something he was known to have.

"You will get back to me as soon as you find anything out?"

"You got it."

He was heading for the door when Charles called out to him.

"And Logan, I know what you've been doing this week. Staying away from her. And I appreciate it."

Logan didn't want to have another discussion about his relationship with Chuck's daughter. He wasn't doing this for him. He was doing it for her. He didn't respond to Chuck and left the room.

When Logan walked in he was surprised to find both girls leaning over the observation window, Peter working the controls.

"I see you two aren't following the rules. You're lucky it's me in here and not Chuck. He would be livid."

"Logan." both of them stood up and tried to block the window.

Peter stood erect and towered over Logan but still knew who was in charge around here, "Logan...I...well...the girls..."

Logan smiled, "Oh, yeah, Peter...I know all about the girls and what they are capable of." He looked back at them and saw they looked nervous. Continually looking over their shoulder through the window, "Okay, who are you hiding? It's bad enough I find the two of you up here, but if you've brought one of the younger kids..." Logan gently pushed them aside.

He wasn't prepared to see the sight he found down in the room. Hannah, dressed in sweats and a sports bra was fighting a group of ninja warriors and not fairing very well. Stumbling, and breathing heavily as she turned quickly to find another one on her back. He turned back to the girls,his mood definitely changed, "What the hell were you thinking bringing her up here? She doesn't know the first thing about this kind of combat. What am I saying? She doesn't know anything about any kind of combat."

"Either did we, when we first arrived. But she's learning. She has a right to train, just like the rest of us."

"I'll handle this. All of you out." They stood frozen to the spot. "You don't want to cross me right now...Peter. Take the girls. Now."

"But Logan..." Rogue tried to continue and Peter grabbed her arm, dragging her out.

He went to the master controls and switched off the program. Hannah fell to the ground as the warriors disappeared and she was left on the cold slick floor instead of the jungles of China. Startled she looked up as Logan entered the chamber, shaking his head.

"What's this about?"

"Why are you mad at me? They were breaking the rules, not me."

"And they will be dealt with later."

"You are not in charge of me, Logan. I am an adult and I can make my own decisions."

"Stupid decisions."

"What is to say this is stupid? Isn't it better that I learn to protect myself?"

He moved closer to her grabbing both of her hands and holding them in front of her face. His grip was tight and she winced slightly trying to break the hold. "Not with these hands. Damn it, Hannah. You mess these up and you might not play again, or is that the idea?"

"That's none of your business." She struggled against him but it was no good. His grip was too strong.

"You have to deal with this. You can't run from it."

"Oh, you are one to talk about dealing with things. You are consistently running."

For a minute he lost his train of thought. He was running. He had been running from her all week. "I'm not running now."

She stopped her struggling and looked him in the eye. The anger was gone and replaced with a concern and she quickly turned her head. She didn't want to cry but she could feel the tears building up and withing seconds she collapsed to the ground crying. He kneeled down next to her, "Hannah, what's happened?"

"I remember things..things I don't want to remember."

"And coming here takes your mind off it...for a little while?"

She nodded.

"I know what that's like and you're doing exactly what I would do. But you're not me. You've got a lot people here who care about you. You can talk about these things."

"To Storm? The professor?...I can't...you don't understand."

"Then fill me in. I can listen."

"Why should I? You haven't been here all week."

"I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."

"You said that before."

"that doesn't matter now."

She looked at him and knew that it really didn't matter anymore. "You killed Brian didn't you?"

He hesitated, "I did. Hannah, I'm sorry. I know that doesn't count for much. Sometimes I just do things by instinct. I didn't like the guy. I didn't like what he did to you. "

"I'm glad you did."

He was surprised.

She swallowed hard and tried to collect her thoughts,"I remember when my mom first hired him. He was the best, she was told. And she wanted the best for me. I was 12, I think. And I remember the way he looked at me that first afternoon. And he frightened me. Something in his eyes. But I was a little girl what did I really know. It was silly. And my parents entrusted me to him. He became responsible for everything I did. No parent would put their child into a harmful situation, right? Parents are there to protect their children." Her voice started breaking.

Logan felt a bit lost. He wasn't sure where she was going with this, but he took hold of her hand. He didn't have to say anything.

She took a deep breath and continued, "There were times I wasn't always cooperative. I didn't want to practice. I wanted to be like other children and watch the telly or read a book. And I tried fighting him. He told my mother that I had some nervous, excitable condition of some kind. I don't know how she could have agreed to allow him to sedate me. But that's what he did. Whenever I fought him."

"That explains your uneasiness with Hank and the needle."

She nodded, "but that's not all. Logan, I've been having dreams and I don't know if they are real or something I've made up in my mind. If they are real, then what the professor did to me...the mindblock makes perfect sense. But he couldn't have known." She was now thinking her thoughts outloud, "But my mother must have known. Somehow she put a stop to it. But how could she have kept him on? I traveled all over Europe alone with him. It doesn't make any sense."

Hannah was staring out into space and it concerned Logan, "I'm going to take you to see Jean."

"No...no...please..." she focused on him, "Logan," she hesitated, "Brian...he did things when I was sedated. Things no man should ever do with a child." She buried her face in her hands, "It's sick. I can't play the piano, because when I see it I think of him. And him touching me. And if it's not real, why do I see it so clearly, Logan...tell me that."

Logan was speechless. If the guy wasn't already dead, he would've been on his feet in seconds and he would have found the bastard and not thought twice of taking his life, but instead he found himself facing a situation he had no idea how to handle. Under the circumstances he had to find something to say, something comforting. Taking her in his arms he whispered into her ear,"He can't hurt you anymore, Hannah."

"Because you killed him. You don't even know what that means to me."

"You need to talk to somebody."

"I'm talking to you."

How could he let her down now, "Yeah...you are...but the professor needs to know. Hannah this isn't something you can brush under the carpet."

She pulled away from him looking him straight in the eyes, "I can't tell him. And you can't say anything to him. You're my friend, right? I can trust you."

"Of course. But..."

Now standing up over him she glared at him, "I see how it is."

He stood up facing her, "No, I don't think you do. The professor is your father. You're putting me on the spot here, Hannah."

"You know that all week I've wanted to tell someone. I chose you, Logan. Now I have no idea why." This was a mistake. She should never had said anything to him. She tried to make a dash for the door and he grabbed her arm.

"Ah, no you don't. We aren't playing this game. Not now."

"What are you going to do? Take me over your shoulder and carry me to the professor? Make me tell him?"

"I could do that."

"I won't tell him." He started to pick her up and she lashed out at him, "Don't you even think about it."

"I'll make you a deal. I won't say a word, I'll keep your secret, if you sit at that piano and play again."

"That is unfair. I told you I can't play...because of him."

"Screw him. Don't let that bastard take away the one thing you love. Don't give that dead son of a bitch the satisfaction. Don't be a fucking victim, Hannah."

She couldn't believe the way he was talking to her. She began to cry, "You could never understand."

"I understand what it's like to be violated...granted not in the same sense, but what happened to me the day they laced my skeleton with this god damn adamantium was by no means a bloody picnic. I lived like an animal in the woods so I didn't have to deal with the human race who as far as I was concerned were never to be trusted. So don't give me this bullshit of not understanding." He was now angry and let go of her arm nearly tossing her to the ground. "You know, Hannah, just give up on everything. That's the easy way out. I don't know why I even care. I have better things to do with my time."

He started to walk out and then turned back to her, "Oh, I nearly forgot. You missed your lunch with your old man. The guy's a bit frantic. So maybe next time have the common courtesy to let him know you've got other plans."

Hannah wiped her eyes with her hand as she watched Logan storm out of the room. All week she had wanted to talk to him. He had been the one person she felt she could trust and for some reason there seemed to be a connection she didn't really understand. But instead of allowing him to help she pushed him away by not thinking at all what he could possibly have gone through in his past. How could she have been so selfish? And he had been so right about the piano. Giving up something that mattered so much to her all because of that bastard was absolutely ridiculous. Her life had to go on. And if it meant causing her some pain, so be it. Obviously Logan still had that pain inside him but he chose to live the best that he could.

She took a deep breath and wiped the remaining tears. There were things she needed to take care of. Taking the easy way out wasn't an option. She was no longer that weak English woman who allowed everyone to manipulate and control her. And there was something else. Logan. She had no idea what this man meant to her before but what he thought about her was incredibly important. The piano wasn't the only thing she wasn't willing to give up.

Turning off the lights of the danger room she headed for the showers. A weight had been lifted but there was still so much that needed to be done.