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PART 2

CHAPTER 9

Ron looked at Xavier and nodded. He put his hands on his temples and concentrated. They arrived in a small space with walls, a floor, and a ceiling. They were rock hard.

"Where the hell are we?" Ron asked.

"Inside your mind. . .or at least a small portion we have access to at the moment," Xavier said, walking over to Ron.

"These walls could use a bit of redecoration." Logan touched the wall.

"No kidding," Ron said then looked to Xavier who was standing up. "You're standing?!"

"The limitations of my physical form do not exist here in the astral plane. It is one of the few places I have control. These barriers are to prevent anyone--even power telepaths like myself--from going deep into your mind to bring back your memories," Xavier said. "These first walls were built by you. I'm quite impressed by their strength."

"Why would I do that?" Ron said.

She walked over to the wall and released her adamantium claws. She swung her claws at the wall making a small hole. She continued making it bigger and bigger.

"Careful, Veronica, the mind very fragile," Xavier warned her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She continued and made it through the wall. "What the hell?"

There was another wall.

"Damn, these walls are strong!" Ron said.

She carved a nice hole through the wall and crawled through. Logan and Xavier climbed through and joined Ron. They were in this weird space that looked like a messed up spiderweb with lines going in all sorts of directions and those lines were holding broken images. The images were jumbled up. It looked worse than Logan's mind before Xavier helped him. There were images of Ron as a little girl, Weapon X, being with Logan, and Sabretooth. Ron walked over to the image of him. He was younger looking. About 25 years younger than he is now. She touched it.

"Was this when I was a baby?" Ron asked Logan.

"You weren't even four yet," Logan said. "Your father, Sabretooth, came to see you on your second birthday. That's him from your birthday. He demanded to see you then was forced to leave."

"Why?"

"Because your mother told Stryker that Sabretooth was not to see you ever," Logan explained. "She became frightened of him once he started killing off the rest of Team X. Your appearance didn't fully take place until you were two days old. That also frightened your mother. She changed her name back to House as she did with you."

Ron's eyes found another image. This one was of a woman. She walked over to it and touched it. She looked at it closely. Ron could see a little bit resemblance, but it was very faint. The woman had brown straight hair and green eyes. Ron touched it.

"That's your mother, kid," Logan told her.

"What happened to my mother?" Ron asked.

"She died when you were three." Logan walked to Ron. "She wasn't a mutant, kid, she was human," he blurted.

"What!?" Ron's eyes widened. "She was human!? I'm part feral and human!?"

"Aw, shit!" Logan mumbled. He didn't mean to let that one slip.

"I'm part human and you didn't tell me!?" Ron yelled.

She hates humans as much as Creed's son hates mutants, Logan thought. "Look, kid, there ain't nothing wrong with being part human. Your father is a feral and your mother was human. It's who you are. Nobody needs to know but, you, me, Charles, and Sabretooth."

Ron nodded. "I want to get outta here. I've had enough for one day."

Xavier nodded and they all returned to Xavier's office. Logan winced as he got up from his chair. His healing factor was still down for some reason. Ron wondered why the liquid she injected in him wasn't wearing off as she stood up. Ron said thanks to Xavier and she and Logan headed for their rooms. It was late. Ron hugged Logan good night and went inside her room. She didn't bother changing out of her clothes, laid in bed, and turned the light out.

Sometime later:

Ron sat up straight. It wasn't from a nightmare. Then her eyes widened.

"Uncle Logan."

Ron jumped off her bed, nearly tripping on her way to the bathroom door. She yanked it open. Her heart pounding as she ran through the bathroom and into Logan's room. She saw exactly what she feared. Logan was laying on his back on the floor, his head to the side facing Ron. He had knocked over the nightstand when he fell. She ran over to him and checked his pulse. He was alive. She felt his forehead. It was burning hot. I guess it takes the healing away for more than two days, She thought. She looked at the clock on the clock. 11:00 p.m. As she shifted position to pick Logan up something jammed into her arm hard. She gave a startled yelp and looked at her arm. A needle with only a little bit of liquid in it was sticking out of her arm. It was her "healing factor reducer". It was the two day one, but if she got sick then she'd never know how long she'd be sick.

"Shit!" Ron almost yelled.

Logan groaned and sat up but fell back down from the room spinning. "What happened?"

"You have a huge fever," Ron said, helping Logan to his feet and letting him lean on her as they went to the infirmary . "I accidently injected myself with that healing factor reducer of mine and--" Ron sneezed. --"I think I might be sick, too now."

Ron and Logan entered the infirmary. Her sinuses felt stuffed. Ron thought he had caught the flu. Jean was working late when she turned around and saw Ron and Logan. She rushed over to Logan and placed him on a bed as he had a coughing fit then sneezed.

"It's got to be the flu," Jean said. "It's been going around since you two came home. What about you, Ron? How do you feel?"


"I dunno," Ron said and then sneezed.

Jean felt her forehead. "Get into that bed beside Logan," Jean ordered. "You have a fever, too. I'll be back in a second."

She left.

"I don't get sick." Ron got out of the bed.

Logan had followed her. "Neither do I, kid."

They made it halfway to the door, and a dizzy spell hit the both of them at the same time. Ron fell against a table, coughed and retched in the trash bin that was on the floor. Logan had fell to his knees, was holding his head, coughed, and hacked on the floor. A hand touched his shoulder shaking shoulder.

"Logan, what are you doing on the floor?" Jean asked as he looked up and saw to fuzzy Jeans form into one Jean.

"Coughing my lungs up," Logan said.

"I'm puking mine up." Ron was still leaning on the table wiping the vomit off her mouth. "We don't get sick. Even with our healing factors gone we don't get sick," Ron complained. She had been sick before, but that was very long ago.

"I don't get it," Logan said. "I can't be sick and I don't get sick! What's going on?"

"It looks like you caught the flu," Jean said. "During the time your healing factor was down you must have caught it. When were you not feeling well?"

"My head was hurting when I went to bed," Logan said. "But I don't remember what happened before Ronnie showed up in my room."

"The both of you get into bed and rest." Jean helped a shaky Logan to his bed and Ron climbed on hers that was beside Logan's. Jean emptied the trash bin. "Neither of you will leave unless I say so," Jean said and left.

Ron wrapped in the blanket and tried to go to sleep. She was very tired and it was 1:30 in the morning. She tossed and turned. She was finally able to go to sleep when she started hearing this noise. An annoying noise. She lifted her head and found Logan tossing and turning which made the mattress squeak repeatedly over and over.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ron glared at him.

"Watch your flippin' language!" Logan glared back.

"I.D.G.A.R.A.!"

"What?"

"It means I Don't Give A Rat's Ass!" Ron said. "Will you stop the tossing and turning on that damn bed?! Please?!" It's so annoying! Ron thought but didn't add.

"I'll try." Logan laid back down.

"Thank you."

Sometime later:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Logan woke up. He looked over at his niece. She was covered in sweat, her fists clutching the sheets, and adamantium claws ripping them. Ron woke up and looked about like a caged animal. She had another nightmare. It was worse than before. Before Logan could calm Ron down she bolted to try and reach the door, but instead collapsed halfway. Logan got up and walked to her. Ron was curled into a ball shivering from fear. Logan knelt beside her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"C'mon now," he said, grabbing her arm. "Let's get back to bed, huh?"

She resisted him and growled.

"C'mon, Ronnie," he said, slightly tugging her arm to make her move.

That didn't work either. So, he lifted her off the floor and carried her back to her bed. He tried to set her down but she clung to him like a small child would to their parent, scared to death. She always had really bad nightmares when she was sick. Of course that only happened once a long time ago. Logan sat on the bed with Ron still clinging to him. She was shivering still. Kid's gone through hell ever since she came back, Logan thought, She must have dreamed of what she remembered and it turned into one of her worst nightmares. Logan had looked at the nightstand clock. It was eight o'clock in the morning.

Logan felt his niece's forehead. Damn, he thought, Still burning hot. Logan was still feeling as crappy as ever, too. The room spun every time he moved, coughed so hard his chest hurt, and now he was shivering. It's as if the room temperature had gone down below 30 degrees. It didn't because he couldn't see his breath. But it still felt like it.

"C'mon, Ronnie, it's over," Logan said. "Nothing to be scared of."

Ron looked up at her uncle and nodded. She let go of his neck and laid back down just as Jean entered the room with a tray with two bowls on it. She set it down as Logan climb onto the bed. He'd have to throw the mattress on the floor later. He liked it better on the floor. Apparently Ron did too because the next thing Logan and Jean knew, Ron's mattress was on the floor and the bed was moved to the far side of the room and Ron was laying curled up in the blankets, but she wasn't asleep. Jean walked over and set the tray on the stand between Logan's bed and Ron's mattress.

"I brought chicken broth, so that you'd get some fluids," Jean said handing them both a bowl with a spoon. "And it's easy on your stomachs. How are you two feeling this morning?"

"Crappy," Logan and Ron said at the same time.

They looked at each other.

"I'll be down in a while to check on you." Jean left.

Ron and Logan were still looking at each other and started laughing, but it turned into coughing fits as they went back to their broth. Ron was still giggling. Giggly mood. Ron didn't use the spoon. She sipped from the bowl instead. An itch tugged at her nose as she sipped the broth and she sneezed out the broth onto herself, right on her the front of her shirt which was now covered with chicken broth and snot.

"Ewww!" Ron complained. "That's so gross!"

As she got up from her mattress, Logan was laughing, but then it turned to a coughing fit. Ron glared at her uncle. She said, "Yeah, that's right. Keep on laughing, asshole."

Logan still laughed a little as Ron went into the bathroom. She then came back out.

"I don't have a change of clothes." Ron realized. "Aww, man! Now I have to stay in these damn chicken broth soaked wet ones! Dammit!"

Logan tried to contain his laughter, but he wasn't successful. That made Ron extremely pissed off. She didn't like people laughing at her. Inside of yelling at him, which would make her cough her lungs up, she walked up to him, smacked him upside the head, and laid back on her mattress.

"Ow! That ain't too lady like, kid," Logan said, rubbing his head as the pain went away.

"It is if the man deserves it!" Ron said.

"Deserves what?" asked a German voice.

Ron looked up and saw Kurt and Xavier enter the infirmary.

"A smack upside the head for laughing at me," Ron said as Kurt sat next to Ron on the mattress.

"Did Logan laugh because your shirt is wet and slimy looking?" Kurt saw he broth and snot covered shirt.

"Yeah," Ron said. "I sneezed while eating chicken broth."

"I'll be right back." Kurt bamfed away and returned a minute later. He handed her some clean clothes. "Here. I have something to show you, but it can wait until you've changed."

She probably shouldn't have because of being sick, but she kissed his cheek. "Thanks."

Kurt blushed, which was purple because of his blueness, as Ron went into the bathroom to change. He was shocked. Even though he had a small crush on Ron he didn't think that she would kiss him because of her lost memory of him, but she did.

"When Elf meets Kitten," Logan laughed as Jean entered the room. "Hey, that ain't a bad nickname for Ronnie."

"You just laughed without coughing your lungs up." Ron came back out of the bathroom. "Your healing factor must be back."

Jean went over to Logan and felt his forehead. "Your fever is gone. How do you feel?"

"Better," Logan said. "Am I completely better?"

"I don't know--LOGAN!"

Logan sliced his arm with his claws and the wounds healed up in seconds. He wasn't sick anymore. His healing factor returned. Jean went over to Ron.

"My healing factor is down," Ron said. "But I feel fine now. Why?"

"It must be because your immune system is very strong. Even with out your healing factor," Jean said.

"So Uncle Logan and I are good to go?" Ron asked.

Jean smiled and nodded as Logan climbed out of the bed without any dizzy spells.

"What was it you were going to give me?" Ron asked Kurt.

"This." He handed Ron an image inducer. "It's for hiding your physical mutation when your in public," he said. "Professor X helped me make it especially for you."

"That is so sweet!" Ron hugged Kurt. He hugged her back. He was smiling ear to ear. "Thank you!"


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