Title: The search for Barbra chapter 3

A/N Thanks Twilightstorm1993 and RogueOnFire for your reviews.

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

"Steve..." Logan gasped aloud in pain, one hand reaching out to steady his now shaking legs; the other hand was firmly planted to the side of his head. "Steve... what's going..."

"Logan wake up!" Scott urged him with a clam voice that did not betray the uneasiness he was feeling inside.

Logan grabbed a hold of Scott's arm bringing him right to his face, sniffing loudly inhaling his scent.

"Ste..Ste..." he roughly shook his head as to clear it. "Scott?" he asked bewildered dropping the other man's arm, collapsing back into the wall.

"Scott what are you doing in my room?"

The man in question took his hand off his visor and cleared his throat a little uncertain. "You recognize me now?"

Logan nodded but he still held the bewildered look upon his face. "Not many people wear goggles like you Scooter, besides not two people smell the exact same. Much like fingerprints I suppose." He stood a little straighter on unsteady feet, "Why?" he asked in an almost after thought.

He stumbled to his bed in the corner and took notice that the sheets were in disarray but not in shreds, and on top of that they were on the floor slightly covering up a knocked over lamp.

Scott gave him a testy look for the goggle comment, it was a visor, and for the hated nickname. "You called me Steve, and not only that, but I think for a moment you believed that was who I was. You were sleep walking and talking around the room. Is this some new occurrence, its not everyday the Wolverine doesn't wake up screaming."

Steve… "Steve..." Why did that name sound so familiar to his tongue?

"Not only that, you were talking to this Steve fellow before I even walked in. its curious that when I did so you shifted the conversation to me as if I had always been in here. Do I look much like this Steve?"

Logan ran a hand through his pointed hair and grimaced.

How did he confuse ol' one eye with some one else, even while asleep his sense were attuned to their surroundings, unless he was in a nightmare.

The only reason for this new occurrence that he could think of was Jean had unlocked some memories. It was the only thing that made sense. He never dreamt of anything but his little known past. This time however his mind must have been recovering a past he could only speculate about, and he was reliving it through the dreams, literally it seems.

Scott Summers and his pondering next afternoon

I left him alone after a few more moments of his silence. He didn't even acknowledge me leaving the room. I didn't care. I had to get out of there. It was beyond awkward. Who could have imagined the big bed Wolverine slept walked? No one, we always assume he would just keep reliving his nightmarish past. He seemed so confuse I didn't know what to do with myself. I figured jean could be of help, but he had already dealt with his privacy mangled with today.

I hadn't had nightmares myself since I was a teen, I don't really dream at all for that matter. But when I do I can't even dream in normal colour, all I see is a ruby tint. Even in my dreams I can't escape my disability of my mutant ability. I wonder what shade he dreams in.

When I reached my bedroom, I found jean already back. She had this tight look upon her face. Hell, I didn't want to suffer through someone else's living dreams again.

So instead of asking her if she had found anything out from her exploration of Hairy's mind, I laid down upon the bed and feigned deep tiredness. I could only hope that she too wouldn't be dreaming, if I wouldn't get any sleep.

When I awoke at six, I was rather relieved to say the least. It didn't look like jean had dreamt of Logan that night, or his memories, which ever. It's not a very pleasant thought to know your fiancé dreams of other men, though not her fault…I hope. Guess it's just my insecurities leaking through.

I cleared my mind of such thoughts when the very said man I had been thinking about walked through my office door.

He had a reluctant look upon his face, as if he really didn't want to be seen with the likes of me.

I was surprised he didn't say anything snarky but got straight to the point. And even more surprised at what he had to say.

"Scott, I need your help."

Ah, that would be the cause of his reluctance… wait did he just say he needed help?

He never asks for it, let alone states it for a fact.

"What?" I had to make sure I hadn't heard wrong, how embarrassing it would be for both of us had I did so.

"You heard me, I'm not about to repeat it."

'Okay, he was back to normal. For a moment I thought jean really did screw him up even more, not including that weird experience last night.'

"Look it is about what happened last night." He added a little odd look on his face.

'Had I said my thoughts aloud?'

"Yes, I'm no telepath." He stated harshly. "And who you callin' screwy? You talkin' to yourself isn't it a sign of insanity?"

'Oh great, I must be going insane. To be having a conversation with Logan, which we never do, for longer than two minutes with out either of us trying to fist fight.'

"Wouldn't need to use my fist per say, just my claws…now are you going to help or not?"

'I really need stop thinking so loud, or aloud in this matter.'

"Yes you do"

I looked sternly at the man in front of my desk. "Why should I help you?"

He gave me a sarcastic grin, " I wouldn't think you would pass up a moment to be the perfect boy scout…look I need help, and as much as I would rather ask someone else, okay Id rather not have to ask anyone for help, but anyways, I don't want anymore people knowing about this …crisis."

a/n: I wanted to show that Cyclops is just a stubborn as anyone else, that's why he kept thinking to himself even after he realized that he was thinking "too loudly". So far there is not much going on in the story, next chapter I hope to explain things further. Tell me what you think.