Author's Note: While the past few months have been an interesting and much needed hiatus from my original universes, I really need to get back to work on the three novels I have sitting in various stages of completion or my writing career will be over before it had a chance to truly get off the ground. With three fan fics currently in progress, which I don't want to simply abandon, I'm going to start working projects on a rotating schedule. Look for updates to this story on Thursdays, though I can't promise an update every week. It all depends on my work load.
Chapter 10: Reaching an Understanding.
The ride back to the school was an uncomfortably long one for Jaina. The others were happily exhausted; Rogue, Gambit, and Jean half dozing the entire trip, and the silence was oppressive. It wasn't like she had tried to pry her way into Logan's mind, but he didn't seem particularly inclined to forgive and forget. He kept glancing her way, and the fact she wasn't really able to read him was really beginning to unnerve her.
She eased out of the car and made her escape to her room after thanking Rogue and the Summers. It was late, and all she wanted was a hot shower and sleep. However, it didn't take her long after stepping out of the warm spray to realize sleep would have to wait a bit longer. She could feel Logan's presence lingering on the other side of the door. Jaina groaned and quickly pulled on the sleep clothes she'd thankfully brought into the 'fresher with her.
"The tin can let me in," Logan said from his seat on the end of her bed when she emerged from the adjacent room. "Hope you don't mind."
"Why are you here, Logan?" she asked without budging from the doorway and crossing her arms over her chest.
"I've been thinkin'," he answered, "bout how your powers are so different from Xavior's and Jean's."
"So?"
"So, I was wonderin' if you might be able to help me with a problem they can't figure out."
"What type of problem?" Jaina asked. Her demeanor softened as curiosity erased the better part of her anger. She crossed the room, heading for a chair, but upon seeing Logan's expression, she turned to C-3P0. "Why don't you go see if there's someway little Ben can be moved into our rooms, Threepio?"
"Oh," the droid perked up now that he had something to do. "Good idea, Mistress Jaina. I will go ask right away."
"It seems most of my memory is missing," Logan answered after the droid had left and closed the door. "Professor X tried to help me recover some of my past, but he was only able to uncover a few clues. I followed them and learned what happened in the months before my earliest memories, but I've still got a lot of missing time."
"You think I can uncover the blocked memories where Xavior wasn't?"
"Worth a try."
"You'd trust me to go digging around in your mind?" Jaina smirked as she slid into one of the chairs in her sitting area.
"What happened earlier was a surprise," answered Logan. "Suddenly findin' yer mind on display like some cheep bobble's a might disturbin.'"
"I'm sorry it happened," Jaina sighed. She was getting tired of repeating herself. "It was not intentional."
"Do you think you could do it intentionally?" Logan asked.
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I've never tried."
"Would you try?" Logan pressed. Jaina couldn't sense his emotions, but the near desperation rang loudly in his voice. "If there's anything I could do in return…"
"I'll do what I can," Jaina interrupted him. "But, it'll have to wait for morning. I think we're both much too tired to make an attempt tonight."
"Yeah, I guess yer right," he answered, awkwardly running a thick hand through unruly black hair and rising from the bed. "Thank ya."
"Actually," Jaina said, halting Logan on his way to the door. "I wouldn't' mind learning how to read your alphabet."
"Ye can't read?" he asked. His slightly surprised, confused expression made it difficult to keep a straight face.
"Oh, no. I can read basic," she answered. "But I'm not familiar with the written language you use. The letters are completely different."
"Huh," Logan grunted. "Learn somethin' new every day."
