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Wolverine was rabidly furious. He threw himself against the cage over and over in frustration at being hidden away just when he'd finally begun making contact with his Marie. He paced his cell keeping up a constant stream of profanities that he yelled as loudly as possible hoping his more civilized side had the headache from hell.

Logan on the other hand had woken with a massive case of guilt that he had not been able to shake for two days. He had attempted on many occasions during those two days to speak to Marie in an effort to figure out what had happened two nights ago in the library.

However every time he did, Marie would literally snarl at him then ignored him the rest of the day.

He had given up on that avenue and decided maybe now was the time to threaten some info out of the ice stick that found Marie yelling at the Wolverine so amusing. 'What the hell was that kid's name?'

He found said kid in the danger room fighting a rather impressive hologram of him. He watched Bobby try to beat him but his amusement was short lived as Bobby delivered a vicious ice blast that knocked down the simulated Wolverine.

Logan arrogantly leaned on the control switch, turning off all the lights in the room and watched with a smirk as Bobby spun around in the sudden darkness warily putting out his hands to feel around. Thanks to the bucket loads of money the Professor had invested in the danger room, Logan could still see him as the kid's heat signature was picked up and displayed in various monitors around him.

"How about you practice with the real thing," Logan growled.

Bobby turned his head in the direction of the voice and shouted up at the control room, contempt spiking every word. "Sure thing, there's no Marie to stop you now is there?"

A prolonged high-pitched feedback forced Bobby to his knees and the sound bounced around the danger room and his skull. Well he was in for it now. "I'm not afraid of you Logan," he shouted bravely.

"Let's see about that!" the voice said menacingly from behind him. Lights came back on and the bewildered Bobby spun around, blinking in the sudden brightness.

Without thinking he threw up his arm and five inches of claw stuck out of the ice shield he had barely had a chance to put up. If he had hesitated, he would have had a new nose courtesy of Logan. Bobby stared at the claw; it was covered with tiny flecks of ice, like a bizarre snowflake.

Only most snowflakes didn't have several pounds of steel attached to it. The bulk of Logan hit Bobby square on knocking the young man clear across the room. "Not bad, cubes. I guess I can stop going so easy on you," with a roar, the Wolverine took over.

Logan immediately found he was looking out of a trap set up by his own personality. 'What the hell?' He pushed the bars of the mental cage and they yielded but not without some serious pain traveling through his brain for his effort.

He frowned at the landscape of his mind and wondered if this was what all the mutants with mind powers saw, he briefly imagined what the Professor would say but he put the thought aside. He had to figure out what the hell was wrong with him and why he was essentially being held prisoner by his own subconscious before he attempted communication with the dead.

It was at this point that Bobby realized that Wolverine had taken over and the fight was becoming very one sided. Bobby knew that he could not continue at this frenzied pace and any moment their battle would conclude with him being skewered. He shot one last desperate spread of ice and threw Wolverine into it.

Without warning Logan was painfully shoved back into control. He had been thrown into an ice covered wall and the impact was hard enough to jar him back to the present. He wasn't enjoying these out of body experiences and was significantly worried that they would start becoming daily occurrences.

He forced his breathing to calm and took in the heavy smell of snow deep within his nose. His eyes watered at the sudden hiss of cool air rushing through him and he blinked at the pain making his world turn on its axis. He looked around and remembered that he'd taunted the ice boy and that they were in the danger room.

The kid was on the floor or at least he thought it was, his eyes were still streaming making impossible to see the shape clearly. Logan could see that the kid was in bad shape though and before he could act and help the stupid boy, another figure ran into the danger room.

Whoever it was knelt next to him, probably checking his vitals.

Logan shifted and felt the cold penetrate his shoulder, it was then that the person next to Bobby came into depressing clarity. He'd recognize the strip of white among brown right away.

"Logan!"

"What's happening to me?" Logan roared but the effort was too much for his confused mind and he slumped into oblivion.

Bobby heard others calling out to him to hold on. He answered weakly and someone was asking what had happened. He tried to form the words necessary to tell what had transpired during his short fight with Wolverine but he was succumbing to the darkness.

Most of it was still a blur to him, one moment he was holding his own and the next he was barely keeping Wolverine from killing him. All he knew was that the man had gone from his usually cocky self to the savage military Wolverine. Bobby had tried to freeze him, but Wolverine's anger had given him an edge that Bobby couldn't comprehend much less fight.

In hindsight, his mistake had been to bring Rogue into their fight. He should have never taunted the older man with the woman he cherished above others even if the man wasn't aware of it.

"Why do you hurt her? Why can't you just leave and never come back." Bobby had shouted throwing icicles and blasts of ice at him indiscriminately.

Logan had seemed to slow down then his face turned animalistic. Bobby had then tried to stop the fight but the intensity of it was beyond his years to control and he'd already compromised his own powers to end it peacefully. His anger had clouded all the training he'd done and he almost died because of it.

"Stay away from her, she's mine. I've had her, she's my mate." Wolverine had shouted at him and for a moment Bobby had seen it, the wild eyed look of a wounded animal that didn't know it was hurt. His hesitation cost him and Wolverine had taken advantage to throw a vicious jab at him.

Only his ice form had blunted the force, but he still felt his rib puncture his lung. The way Wolverine was carving him brought home the desperate situation they were in and Bobby knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Bobby gathered the last of his strength and slammed Wolverine into the wall long enough to stun him and crawl towards the emergency aid button on the danger room wall.

Even now Bobby tried to focus but he was slipping away. The pain forced him back to the ground and he heard a voice scream his name. The lights flared brightly and he saw a brief flash of white on brown then the world went black.