Logan stormed his way through the hallways of the mansion towards the professor's office. As he approached the door he heard the voices from within. Rogue and Kitty had beaten him to it. Just as well, since the professor was the last person he really wanted to deal with right now.

He heard their remarks, "Logan was really mad, professor. We really didn't think we were doing something so wrong. Hannah just seems kind of alone here. We just wanted to include her."

"And you both have done a wonderful job in doing so. I am sure she appreciates it and Logan understands."

"He didn't seem to. He's been so mad lately. Madder than usual."

"Well, he's been through a lot these past few days. I suggest both of you keep out of his way for the time being and obey the rules. The danger room is off limits without adult supervision."

"It won't happen again, Professor."

"I know it won't. You better go see to some lunch. I am sure the cook can fix you a plate of something."

Kitty turned to him before they opened the door, "She really wasn't very good. I don't think she has Xmen potential but don't tell her I said that. "

The professor laughed, "It's our secret, Kitty."

They opened the door and both looked a little apprehensive by Logan's presence in front of them, "Logan...we're sorry...really."

"I know. Now get out of here and get lunch."

"Where's Hannah?" Kitty questioned.

"I suppose showering. She took quite a few tumbles. Not a pretty sight."

"Did you yell at her too?" Kitty continued and Rogue didn't want Logan to get madder, she pulled her by the sleeve.

"Come on, I'm hungry."

As she was being pulled away Kitty complained, "You didn't even let me get an answer. Rogue, what is wrong with you?"

She whispered but Logan heard it, "You heard the professor..keep out of Logan's way. You barraging him with him questions is bound to set him off."

Logan turned to the professor who was now in the doorway, "I'm sure she's on her way." There was so much more he could say but he was feeling a bit restricted and knew he needed some fresh air and a nice Cuban cigar was sounding pretty nice right about now.

Without reading his mind Charles sussed out Logan's demeanor,"I assume the two of you had words."

"Yeah, words...that is what we had. But don't worry, I told you I wouldn't say a thing about the other night." He turned to head down the hallway.

"Then what did you talk about?"

More questions. Logan abruptly turned back to him and snapped, "You know, Chuck, I did you a favor. I'm not about to play a game of 20 questions right now. But you have nothing to worry about. Your daughter feels absolutely nothing for me. And the sooner I get my mug out of this place and away from her will probably be a day of celebration on her part."

"Logan, I'm sorry. You have kept your word the past week and kept your distant from her. I've appreciated that. The last thing I want you to do is feel you have to leave."

"Believe me, I haven't done it for you. And for your information I leave when I want to. This time I think the wilds of Canada are calling. I could use a break."

The faint sound of the piano drifted from the conservatory. Logan heard it clear as a bell and couldn't help but smile to himself. He had gotten through to her. After all the frustration he felt, it was something. Knowing that she paid attention to what he said.

"It's Hannah." The professor commented as he turned to Logan, "Whatever you said had an impact."

"I just told it like it is. Things I think she already knew." Satisfied with the outcome of the afternoon, he started to walk away.

"Why don't you rethink Canada for now."

Logan turned slowly, "Why would I want to do that? Things here are under control."

"Whether I like it or not you matter to her."

"She was going to sit down and play again, that was a given, Chuck. I might have pushed her in the right direction but that's all." He began feeling distracted by the music. It felt like ages since he had heard her play and the calming soothing effect it had on him was returning. He tried fighting it, like always. He hated not feeling in control and for some godforsaken reason she managed to do this to him.

The professor noticed the distant look in Logan's eyes. Logan's mind was elsewhere that was pretty apparent. It seemed pretty certain Logan had a very strong influence on his daughter and although it was still somewhat unsettling he realized he needed to give him a chance. The professor began to wheel his chair towards the conservatory. "Well, I think I will go have a closer listen. Care to join me,Logan?"

Logan always heard everything. Even whispers coming from the end of the hall but the professor's words just flew past him.

"Logan?"

He then turned "What."

"Hannah..I'm going down the conservatory to have a better listen. Thought you might like to do the same. Or unless you were planning to get on the road today."

"No...not today...right...Hannah...I don't really want to disturb her. You know, it took this long for her to actually play...wouldn't want to set her back."

"I think we can both be discreet and unobtrusive...I was thinking listening from the hallway."

Logan didn't want to seem to interested but he had to admit it was the one thing he really wanted to do. "Maybe for a bit."

They both headed down the hallway in silence.

Hannah sat at the piano and fingered the books that Storm had left for her. Just like Storm had said, her mutancy was a blessing. She hadn't ever remembered playing some of these pieces but once thumbing through them the notes were imprinted on her mind and she felt something come over her. She couldn't be a victim any longer. This was something she loved and had a talent for. Her memory, her parents, her past life might be gone but her love for the piano was still intact and no one was going to take this away from her.

She sat still closing her eyes tightly, taking deep breaths, the notes she could see in her mind were waiting for her to make them come alive. But another image also presented itself. Logan as he held her hands tightly, his eyes penetrating through her, dressed in a tank top and jeans. She smiled and then feeling slightly embarrassed, quickly opened her eyes to make sure she was still alone. As she hit the first few notes of Mozart's Turkish Rondo, a newfound passion scourged through her. Playing the piano had never felt this exhilarating to her. It felt damn good.

Logan found himself once again leaning against the door to watch her play. A familiar spot, a comfortable spot but something was much different then the previous times. She was different. Maybe due to the experiences she now had recollection of, maybe something else. It was hard to say.

The professor incredibly relieved with her renewed interest in the piano, watched his daughter control the keys with a newfound confidence. He couldn't help but watch Logan's reaction to her and was tempted to step inside his mind to see what he was thinking. But he respected Logan's wishes and kept his word. Logan's anger seemed long gone and a peaceful calm flowed over him.

She finished the piece and heard shuffling at the door, Logan was ready to make a clean break but she quickly ran to him and took hold of his hand smiling up at him and imitating his very words, "Oh, no you don't. We aren't playing that game...not now."

"Very funny." Logan desperately tried to cover any emotion he was feeling but wasn't doing a very good job of it. "you know I have things to do."

She looked at her father and he smiled, "He's planning a trip to Canada."

Logan grimaced his annoyance at the professor for leaking this bit of information.

"Canada can wait." She pulled him into the room. The professor felt a bit awkward and she motioned for him to join them.

She pushed Logan down into a chair and whispered into his ear, "Canada, eh? Isn't that a bit drastic?"

He was ready to speak when she cut him off, "we'll talk later." and then addressed her father, "I want a proper teacher. And I want to choose who it is. I know of a few in the city. I don't know if any of them will take new students but you never know. I will stay out of the danger room from now on as well. I don't think I'd make a very good Xmen. Sorry to dissapoint you, father."

It was the first time she had called him that and it threw him. "Well, I think a proper teacher sounds like a marvelous idea."

She paced around the piano, gently brushing her fingers across the keys as she spoke, "I will never make it to Carnegie Hall without practice. And that means I cannot be disturbed. I know you are running a school and there are so many coming and going at all hours, but I need to be guaranteed quiet time."

"Of course."

She then stopped in front of him, "And another thing. I am an adult. Not a little girl anymore. I can make my own decisions. See who I want when I want, within reason of course and if I want to go into the city or go off the grounds, I must be allowed to do so."

"That is something we can discuss, certainly."

Logan was amazed by Hannah's ballsiness. He was enjoying this display and watching the professor squirm a bit by his daughter's demands.

"It's my life. If I want to go to, let's say Canada for a few days then I will go."

Logan nearly fell off the chair, "Now wait a minute..."

She turned to Logan, "I am not saying I would even want to spend one hour let alone a few days with you, but it's just an example."

He gave her an evil look.

And she returned the look. Then turned back to the professor, "I don't want to defy you, father. I know you want to protect me from everything because you didn't have a chance before." She knelt down and took hold of his hands smiling up into his face, "but I have to be in control of my life now. I want you in my life, but I want to make decisions and decide what's best for me."

"I guess you really don't have much use for a father right now."

"Of course I do. I want to be able to come to you for guidance. I want you to worry about me and do all those things fathers do. But you have to let go too."

There was a brief silence. Logan felt a bit uncomfortable as he watched a look pass between the professor and Hannah. Feeling he was intruding he looked down at his feet.

The professor finally spoke, "I let you go along time ago. Just being a part of your life in anyway means more to me than you'll ever know."

"I'm part of your life. You just might get sick of how much a part I am when you see the kind of practice schedule I will put myself on. I might play through lunch or dinner if I'm working on something important. I might get irritable when I'm having trouble with a piece and I could take it out on you. And there might be times I am just fed up with the whole business all together and want to shut myself away for hours alone."

"We've all had those time, Hannah. That's understandable."

Hannah couldn't help but remember how Brian would control her when those moments came over her and she tried to continue to be strong, pushing the images away from her mind.

The professor noticed the strain, "Hannah, are you alright?"

Logan quickly took over, knowing that the last thing she would want was for him to know of this anxiety. "You know one piece doesn't constitute a practice in my book Ms. Masterson. And I'm not so sure about Carnegie Hall. Do you really think you have the drive and the talent to get there. That little number you were playing. I've heard 7 year olds knock that off with no problem."

She knew exactly what he was doing and stood up facing him relieved to have the distraction, "And since when should I listen to your advise on something you know nothing about?"

The professor shook his head, "Well, I will leave you two to continue this discussion if that's what you can call it in private. I have a class in 15 minutes and Logan, do allow her to have that quiet time she has requested."

Logan nodded, "Of course. Like I said, " he turned back to her, "I have things to do."

After he left Logan relaxed back into the chair, "Well, well, well...Ms. Masterson has some balls."

"You told me to stop being a victim."

"Didn't think you were listening." He smuggly commented.

"It's rather hard not listening to you."

Smiling he looked up at her, "Really?"

"Why do you have to be like this?"

"Like what?"

"So..so..." She was getting frustrated, "I don't know. Always argumentative."

"Well, one thing I won't argue about is I'm glad you're playing again. And I like you with balls."

She smiled. "So are you really going to Canada?"

"Thinking about it."

"When I said that to my father about Canada...I actually meant it. Could I come with you?"

He stood up abruptly the calmness now gone, "Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"You just said you need to practice."

"I do need to practice, but a few days won't matter."

Now Logan nervously paced around the piano, "You can't come with me. There is no way. We'd be at each other's throats within minutes."

"And why is that, Logan? What did I do to you that has made you so angry? I need to understand because it just frustrates me whenever we're together. Something happened before my memory was taken. I have to know what it was."

He didn't like the way this conversation was headed, "Nothing happened."

"That's a lie. Do you think I am that stupid? I know I was in New York with you that day I was kidnapped by Brian. Why was I there with you?"

"Who told you that?" Furrowing his eyebrows he glared at her.

"That doesn't matter. I am sure everyone hear knows that. It doesn't seem to be a secret to anyone but to me."

"You weren't happy here."

"So I ran to you? Why?"

"I don't' know why. I barely knew you." His voice excalating with every word.

"Tell me about that time in New York."

There was no way he was going to get into this now, he headed for the door, "I have to pack."

Hannah wasn't about to give up, "I'm coming with you."

He abruptly turned to her, "You are staying here and practicing."

"It will be lovely in Canada at this time of year. I played Toronto once. We stayed at the Marriott and it has a piano in the lobby. I could practice there."

Finding this scenario amusing he relaxed a bit and leaned up against the door laughing, "The Marriott in Toronto isn't what I had in mind for this trip."

"Well, okay, fine but I am sure there are other hotels that have access to a piano."

"I'm roughing it."

"Camping?"

"Well, not exactly."

"Are you camping or not? Why can't you just be straightforward with me? I've never camped before but I could get used to it."

He laughed again, "This would take a lot of getting used to. Hannah, I am sleeping outdoors, bare essentials, roughing it. No tent, scavenging for food, bathing in lakes and streams."

"Like an animal?"

"Basically, yeah...not your kind of holiday."

"I don't care about the holiday. I want to have answers and you can't seem to give me them while you're here. "

"And you think I would give them to you out in the wilds of Alberta? Not likely, since number one you won't be there. Number two...I don't have any answers. Like I said nothing happened. I just need to be alone...get it. The wilderness and me..that's all."

"Fine. Go run away to the woods and hide. That's what you're doing."

She went to the piano and began playing a very aggressive Bartok piece. It wasn't the usual fair Hannah chose, in fact it was a piece she loathed but she pounded the keys and this agitated Logan.

"What the hell is that crap? It's awful. Maybe I should take it back about being glad you're playing."

"Do you think I care what you think? Do you think I'm playing for you? No, For your information it's Bartok and he was a great Hungarian composer and it's an incredibly difficult advanced piece but of course you wouldn't know that. You don't know the difference from Mozart and Beethoven or a sonata and a concerto. But you know all about bloody roughing it out in the wilds of Canada and living like an animal, shutting everyone out. So go.. go do what you're good at."

She continued to play but she was so angry she lost her concentration and began to make mistakes. She didn't want to cry so she held it back. Hoping Logan would just leave but he was still standing there. Seconds seemed like minutes. Why was he just standing there staring at her. She was glad when he finally took a few steps out the door allowing a few tears to trickle down her cheek.

He could hear the soft sobs and he turned back towards her, "Alright, you can go. But on one condition. I don't want whining and complaining and we do things my way."

She got up off the piano stool and ran to him wrapping her arms around him. He kept his arms at his side not responding, wishing she would have stayed put. "And I'm not changing my mind about the hotels. There'll be no hotels. And I need time to myself. That means you alone at camp. There's wild animals, lots of bugs."

"I got it. No hotels. Alone time, Roughing it. No complaining." She tried to put the bugs and wild animals out of her mind. Surely he was just trying to dissuade her from going.

"And you know the professor is going to have a coronary.." He took her arms and removed them from his waist, then took a step back.

She looked up at him, "He has nothing to worry about. He has to trust me."

"He's your father, he's going to worry about you going off into the wilderness with me. Let's see how can I put this so you understand, going off into the wilderness with a man. In your little insular world, I am sure this kind of thing never would have the slightest chance of taking place. Fathers want to protect their daughters from the likes of me. Hannah, this really is a stupid idea."

"No, it's not. And are you saying I shouldn't trust you? That you plan on taking advantage of me?"

"I think you're taking advantage of me."

"I think you're afraid of something."

He shook his head, "I'm leaving bright and early. 5am...if you're not out front with your things...and let's make that a very minimal amount of things, I'm leaving without you. Take what you can fit in a backpack, nothing more."

He walked away. Pretty sure she wouldn't really want to partake in this venture.

Hannah wasn't so sure what she was getting herself into but it was too late. She wanted answers, and she was sure away from the mansion and her father Logan would open up. Sure it didn't sound like the ideal setting to her, but if she got answers it would all be worth it.

Hannah practiced the rest of the afternoon and then headed towards the staff lounge to find Storm, Jean, Scott, Hank and Kurt watching a game show. Storm looked up, "Hannah, come on in. Friday evenings we all tend to be couch potatoes."

Hannah sat down across from her, feeling a bit awkward. Her social skills still needed work.

"It was good to hear you play again." Storm continued.

"It felt good to play again. Different, but good."

There was still an awkward silence, then Scott spoke up, "It's Friday night and no school tomorrow, so I say we hit Salem Center for a night out."

Jean laughed, "That sounds very exciting, Scott."

"Hey, it's been a rough week. We all could use a distraction from this place. What do you say, Hannah? We can show you the wild nightlife."

"It's hardly wild, Hannah. Don't believe a word he says."

Scott gave Jean a nudge. "Well, we'll invite Logan. He'll surely make it wild and exciting."

Hannah knew he was being sarcastic. She had seen Scott's reaction to Logan the past week and knew they weren't the best of friends.

"Well, I appreciate the invite but I'll have to pass. I'm going away in the morning with Logan."

Jean was sure she had heard her wrong, "Did I hear you right? You're going away with Logan?"

"Not by his choice. I invited myself. I know it's horribly rude of me. But there are things I need to figure out and I think Logan can help me. You said that yourself, Ororo."

Jean and Ororo exchanged glances, "Where are you going?"

"Some woods in Alberta. I don't really know. But I know it's going to be very primitive and I'm not allowed to complain."

"You know when Logan says primitive he means primitive. No tents or sleeping bags. With his healing factor the elements don't much phase him. You on the other hand might find it a bit much." Ororo felt this wasn't a good idea at all.

"I'm willing to take that risk. I know it's crazy bit I just don't think he'll ever open up to me here."

"Honey, he probably won't open up to you there either. That's just Logan's way."

"I need to know why he doesn't like me. What I did to make him so angry? Does that make any sense to you?"

"You didn't do anything to him, Hannah. He just feels responsible for the kidnapping and that he didn't get to you in time in London. When he's around you and you can't remember things he feels it's his fault."

The room was silent. She noticed the looks between them. "Why do I feel that no one here is being honest with me?"

Just at that moment the professor entered the room, "Well, this is lovely seeing all of you together like this. The weekend is upon you and plans to be made." He was in incredibly high spirits.

"Oh, yeah, plans to be made...ask Hannah about her plans?" Kurt said under breath but the professor overheard him.

"What was that, Kurt?" The whole room went silent and they all looked at Hannah.

Hannah stood up, "I'm going away for a few days."

The professor was a little bit surprised, "This is sudden."

"We talked about it earlier that I could come and go as I please."

The others started fidgeting and Hank and Kurt stood up ready to sneak out.

"And where is it your going?"

"I'm going to Canada with Logan."

The professor felt his temperature rise and tried to remain calm in front of the others, "We can talk about this in private, Hannah."

"It doesn't matter what you say. I'm going. You have to trust me."

"With Logan? I have to trust you with Logan?"

"You trust your students with him."

"They are not my daughter."

The news was out. Kurt and Hank who were nearly out the door turned, Storm looked stunned. Jean and Scott just glanced at each other.

The professor could read all of their minds, "Yes, you heard right. She's my daughter. Now if all of you are through with your gawking I would like a word with her in private."

"They don't have to leave. This is something I need to do. And I trust Logan. You should to. I'm going with him. And don't blame him, because this was my idea. I may only have memories up til I was 16 but I'm not a little girl anymore, father. Something is being kept from me and how can I figure out who I am if you insist on treating me like I was a child? "

Hannah remained cool. She didn't' want her father to be upset, but she wanted him to understand. She leaned over kissing his cheek, "I love you. Please trust me." She then slowly walked out of the room not turning back.

Jean hated leaving the professor. He had convinced her things were fine and he just needed some time to think. But as she and Scott walked back to their room they passed Logan's. Stopping in front of it she felt compelled to have a word with him. Scott tried to pull her along. "Jean, stay out of this."

"What is he thinking, Scott? Does he want the professor to have a heart attack. Because this could easily cause one."

"Hannah said it was her idea. She has some reason."

"And I believe her But he could have tried dissuading her. Let me just talk to him."

"Jean."

"I'll be a minute. That's it."

"A minute, that's it and I'm timing you."

She kissed his cheek, "You're a doll."

Before she even knocked on the door Logan sensed company and responded , "Who is it?"

"It's Jean."

He slowly opened the door smiling, "So what do I owe this pleasure, Jeannie? Summers not offering you what you need in the bedroom tonight?"

"If it was only so easy, Logan."

"Well, do come in. You've got my curiosity up."

She noticed his bag laying on the bed. "You're going somewhere?"

"Yeah, Canada. Need a break."

"Yeah, I think we could all use one of those."

He tossed a couple tshirts in the bag and then glared at her, "So what's the visit about?"

"Hannah."

He zipped the bag shut and shook his head, "I should have guessed."

"Logan, what are you thinking taking her with you?"

"She's not going. She thinks she's going but she's not going."

"How can you be so sure?"

"She wouldn't last a day in the wilderness. She's used to satin sheets and maid service."

"She told the professor a few minutes ago. She has every intention of going. And just so you know he's livid, Logan."

"She won't let up on me, Jean. I'm supposed to pretend like what happened didn't. But I can't do that with her on my back all the time."

"Because you're in love with her?"

"Love? Yeah, that's right, I'm in love." He said sarcastically.

"Well, I don't think you taking her to Canada is going to help matters."

"Yeah, I kinda wanted this time alone, you know. But, what can I say, she seems to have some power over me. If she does show up in the morning, then I'll deal with her. This is my problem. "

"A power? Logan, maybe it is love."

"I've been there, Jeannie, I'm not going there again."

Jean saw a tenderness in his eyes. No one really knew anything about his time in Japan with Mariko but everyone knew she had been the love of his life. He didn't talk much about his past, little that he remembered of it.

"Don't be so afraid to let someone in again."

"I'd let you in, in a minute." He gave her a sexy smile and began to move closer to her.

She put her hand up to stop him, "That's only because you know I'm with someone else. I'm safe. "

"Really, is that what it is? So dump Scott and you go with me to Alberta, and let's see if your theory is right."

"You can joke about this all you want, but Hannah isn't going to disappear."

He sat on the edge of the bed, sighing, "yeah, I know that."

"And with that, you have another problem. The professor."

He stood up and paced the floor trying to hold in the anger, "The professor? He's not my problem."

"He cares about you. Always has. Accepted you here when no one else was willing to. But now you have been intimate with Hannah, you're a threat and a dangerous one."

"He wants to put her in this glass cage where no one can touch her. He's no better than then her mother, that man who raised her and Portman. She's a woman who has thoughts and feelings like anyone else. So when you and Summers finally made that big step did he have this same reaction?"

"This is different,Logan. Scott and I grew up together here in this mansion and the professor was like our father. We both respected his feelings and when the time came we approached him."

"You asked permission? That is just creepy, Jean."

"Not exactly. We wanted to date and have a relationship, and he knew it was coming. So we felt it best to keep it out in the open. He was grateful we came to him about it. And yes, very accepting."

"So it's okay that two kids that grew up as brother and sister basically decide to hop in the sack. But it's not okay for a young woman exploring her sexuality to find comfort in some kind of animal like me."

"Oh, stop it, Logan. You're acting like a child."

"I didn't plan on any of this to happen. I am not plotting behind his back to make his precious little girl a scarlet woman. He seems to think that. And this camping expedition is not my way of trying to get a piece. If I was going to do that, I could just as easily do it here."

"Well, that's a lovely way of seeing what you and Hannah had together. No wonder the professor wants you as far away from her as possible."

"What do you want me to say...Make Love. Who is to say that is what it was?"

"You just keeping putting your foot in your mouth, Logan. This isn't what a father wants to hear."

"He wants to hear that his little girl is still a virgin. And I can't tell him that."

"But you could tell him you care about her and that you would never do anything to hurt her."

"I can't tell him that."

"Why not? It's the truth. You have been the one person who has been here for her through everything. You do care. Stop trying to act like it's a crime to have some feeling for someone else."

He wanted this conversation to end, "Isn't Scott waiting for you?"

"Yes, he is. And I understand Hannah's need for answers, Logan. I've been lucky the ones who have cared for me have always been able to express themselves openly. Even you. Tell her about New York. She needs to know what happened."

The door was slightly ajar and the professor had heard Jean's last words. It would have been easy for him to roll away from this scene but instead he piped in, "I disagree."

They both turned to him, "Professor."

"I know you mean well, Jean, but my daughter was vulnerable and naive. Outside of her Alan Masterson and Brian Portman, Logan is the first man she's had any kind of encounter with. She knows nothing about social behavior and what is wrong and right. She isn't like other women. And Logan, you should have treaded very lightly with her. You are not some young lad with raging hormones, you should be able to show restraint."

Logan was getting mad, "I'll tell you what happened, word for word, if that is what you want? Then you can see about who showed restraint."

Jean stepped in, "Logan, that won't be necessary. It's over, it happened. Now both of you need to move on."

"He's moving on with my daughter, Jean. He's taking her away to Canada."

"She won't take no for an answer. She's headstrong and obviously has always gotten her way in the past. Even you can't say no to her. I was in the conservatory when she made demands on you. I didn't see you putting up a fight."

"I have her best interests at heart, Unlike you who took advantage of her."

"More like she took advantage of me. Like I said, you don't know the whole story." He snarled.

"And you expect me to believe that."

Jean couldn't believe these two grown men. "Stop this at once. Logan, I think you have something to say to the professor."

"I've said all that I need to say. I am not in the wrong here."

Jean gave him a look, "Okay fine, I am going to say it. Both of you seem to want to keep what happened in New York from Hannah. Both for your own selfish reasons. If there hadn't been a kidnapping and Hannah would have come back from New York that afternoon what do you think would have occurred? She would have been a different woman. That is guaranteed and we can only speculate on what her attitude would have been like. Instead, she was kidnapped and this Portman fellow didn't want her to remember the last few years. He didn't want her to remember the weeks she spent at the mansion, or her parents death or whatever else information she had on him, so he wiped her slate clean. She had no recollection of Logan or New York or her mutancy. So she comes back here, Perfect for Logan. He thinks he can walk away from someone he cares for. It will be better for her. Why get involved with a killer, a man without a past, an animal who only causes pain to those he loves...or so he believes." Logan glanced her way, a little irritated knowing that at some point she had read his mind. She then turned to the professor, "And you Professor, think that you can have your precious little girl back. It doesn't work that way. She is a woman, and what happened to her in New York was a milestone and she has every right to know about it. She has to make her own decisions on how it will effect her life. She wants to go to Canada to get answers. She doesn't want to have a dirty weekend with Logan. She has no idea what it's like to be a woman. Her mind was wiped away from the age of 16. If she feels something for him, it's a crush like Rogue once felt. But until she knows what happened she can't become the woman she has every right in becoming."

"Wow, that was something." Scott appeared at the door. He then went to Jean's side and she was glad for the support. It had taken a lot out of her. He slipped an arm around her and kissed her cheek. Logan and the professor were silent.

Jean turned to both of them, "I've had enough of both of you. And I'm going to bed. But I just need to say something else. If you don't handle this differently, you are both going to lose her. And I don't think either one of you really wants that."

Scott took her hand and they walked out the door, she turned back briefly and saw the two of them, still silent but eying each other. She had done all she could do. Now it was up to them to sort this mess out.