Earlier that day: (The Present) 8:45 am

Dr. Jean Grey's POV

Logan sauntered into Professor Xavier's office a tad bit late. I don't blame him though. He has had enough people inside of his mind to last him a life time, however long that is.

Not to mention what happened last time we, Charles and I, decided to poke around inside his head.

"Now, Logan, lie down upon the sofa." I instructed him

"Only if you join me Jeannie." He said giving his famous eyebrow raising smirk.

But he complied after a slight hesitant moment, which I pretended to not notice. Save his pride and all.

We decide it was best to do this outside of the medical lab because of his past. We have a hunch that was the cause for his confusion when we last chose to do this. He woke out of his meditation like state, only to be the feral wolverine. The wolverine none of us knew existed really. Charles was not as surprised as I was. Perhaps he was almost expecting something, even if he didn't know exactly what.

It took days to bring Logan back from the dark recesses of his mind. In the mean time we had to restrain him, but we weren't prepared to do so. Charles had to call in an old friend for a favour, and as much as I hate Magneto, I was grateful. Logan on the other hand seemed to go berserk when he caught his sent.

We are more prepared now. We have had a cell designed just for him. Adamantium (I am still not sure on the spelling) bars surrounding bars made from a force field much like Scott's optic blasts. He would have no way of escaping, unless he pulled a Houdini on us. Which I highly doubt he could, especially in a feral state of mind. But I wouldn't put it passed him to try.

Xavier's POV

Professor Xavier wheeled up to the two a second later, having just got off the phone. He had just received some disturbing news about America's favourite superhero. Captain America had gone missing over nine days ago, he would need to use cerebro to track him down if possible. Of course captain America was not a mutant, so it would be a harder to track his brain waves, seeing as how the machine really was made to follow mutant brain waves.

Jean we may need to postpone this, I have an urgent matter to attend to.

Jean looked disappointed, and of course she was. This was helping her learn. Besides she was curious to see what lurked inside the hairy man's head, he knew she was. But that could cause more problems than necessary.

Professor, let me do this then. I know I can.

Logan's POV

Logan became aware that the other two were conversing telepathically after a moment, and began to grow uncomfortable. He didn't like any one to discuss him, when he couldn't know what they were saying especially when it was about them delving deep into his head.

It became apparent that nothing was going to happen, so he sat up and looked at the two.

"So, as much as this has been refreshing, seeing as you two are done, I am out of here."

This brought the others out of their private conversation. He should have kept his mouth shut and just snuck off.

same night: 11:55 PM

Logan plopped down upon his bed after a grueling day of sitting in the Professor's office, having his head examined like an open book. Both were disappointed when they uncovered not a single thing. Then to add more ad news on top of that, Charles had explained to them that he had tried to reach out to captain America countless times that day with the use of cerebro, with no luck.

Charles had looked at Logan when he said the name Steve Rogers, perhaps to see if he got any response. No such luck, the brawny man pretended to not acknowledge it. Of course he filed the info away inside his head for future use perhaps. He could never know what would be useful. Yet he figured it was, given the significant look the old man had given him. He knew it had to mean something.

After contemplating the day's events, he settled down into a restless sleep.

This time he didn't dream of the usual pain he had once suffered through. This would later e a surprise to him, once he woke up and thought about it, that was.

Scott had just reached the third floor when he heard a loud thud. He checked his watch and sighed. 12:15AM. Sounded like Logan was dreaming again. He wasn't about to head his way, not after what had happened to rouge. No he was content to just walk the other way. Besides, Logan being in his room meant that lean would be getting to bed soon.

As he turned to head back down the stairs he heard a muffled voice. He sighed tiredly. Logan was the only one on this floor. Had been since he moved into the school fulltime. His nightmares had away of waking people up. The children needed their sleep, and it also helped that he needed his space.

Scott walked back to his doorway and stopped. Usually he wasn't so nosey, but he had to know if jean was in there too. Of course he trusted his fiancé, but it was the wolverine he didn't.

"I'm tellin' ya, I'm sick and tired of discussing this yeah, sure we have to find her…."

Interesting….

Scott knocked on his door, figuring Logan probably already had caught his scent. Might as well not pretend to be sneaking around any longer.

When he received no answer, he opened the door slightly. Then all of the way when he caught the sight of Logan. He was propped up against the side of the bed clad only in pajama bottoms. And it looked as if he was conversing with himself.

"I'm tired of all of this too! Don't think I'm not...fine, I'm goin to grab a beer join me if you want."

Scott summers almost laughed aloud at Logan's odd behaviour, but he was spotted when he stood up from the bed.

Logan walked over to him and glared at him. Scott looked him in the face and took notice his eyes were indeed open, yet they held a glazed over look.

"Steve, you comin'or not?" he sniffed at him and frowned "If I didn't know any better I would have to say your not Steve."

Of course now Scott himself was confused. "Uh, Logan that would be because I'm not."

"Hmmmp, well fine. I'll head on out then. Be back in an hour. Sit here and rot for all care. You think you're the leader of this mission and all, but I hate to tell ya.,we work as a team…never cared for that word myself, but it's true. I'm not gonna take any orders from you, Bub. If we loose Barbra, it'll be on your head. I have a lead we can follow…"

Scott snapped his fingers in front of Logan's eyes and at the same time brought his other hand to his visor. Better safe than sorry, he didn't want Logan to wake up like he usually did. Not with him right there.

"Logan, I don't know what your talking about, your asleep. You need to wakeup."

a/n: I actually know where this is going, since my friend and I made an outline for this story. My other stories are less planned out. Tell me what you think. Any ideas?