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Authors note: I've switched a few things around with the characters, so if you notice some discrepancies between my story and the original TV shows, I did that on purpose, nothing to massive though.

Karigan

Jean awoke with a start; something wasn't right, but she couldn't figure out what it was. She opened up her mind to activity throughout the Institute. Nothing seemed amiss but still, she reached out with her mind to contact to Professor.

Professor, I might be crazy but…

She was interrupted

Quickly Jean, go to the front door and then meet me in the infirmary.

Hearing the urgency in the Professors voice, Jean jumped out of the bed and pulled open the front door with her mind as soon as it was within reach. Laying outside unconscious, soaked through to the bone from the night's rain, was a young girl.

"Oh my goodness," Jean whispered, not even aware that she has said it out loud, she picked up the girl bridle style and ran with her downstairs to the infirmary. The Professor was already down there waiting prepping the table, however he wasn't alone, Logan was there as well, he seemed to be just as confused with the night's events as she was.

"Jean put her on the table and start to pull those wet clothes off of her. Logan, could you go to the closet over there and get her some dry clothes, then wait in the hall until I call you." From the tone of Professor Xavier's voice no one could argue, so they split up to do their prospective jobs, neither had said anything.

It was a few minutes before the Professor allowed Logan back into the room, but when he did the girl was on the table dry yet still unconscious. Jean was sitting quietly in a chair across the room probably waiting for her next set of instructions. The Professor was at the girls head, he seemed to be probing her mind, probably trying to figure out what happened to her. Logan took the time to really look at the girl. Up until that moment he hadn't been able to see her face but he felt that there was something familiar about her. He took in her dark hair, the shape of her nose, the plumpness of her lips, and for some reason he knew that her small ears held some sort of significance. Her skin was a light brown color, almost like she had a perfect tan, but he knew that it was her natural coloring, and although he couldn't be sure how, he knew that if she were to open her eyes, they would be a deep chocolate brown with flecks of gold that seemed to pull in the light. It was then, while thinking about her eyes, that the memory clicked. Logan could only mutter one word that was so quiet Jean didn't even hear it.

"Karigan?"

" I'm sorry Logan," the Professor whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"What happened to her Charles, what is she doing here, how did she get here?" Logan quietly demanded not taking his eyes from the girl.

The Professor just gave Logan a somber look, and Jean who was now standing looked between the two men, still clearly confused about what was happening, but she knew to keep quiet.

Logan turned his head to Charles, "What happened," he demanded, "you have to tell me."

The Professor dropped his eyes, he couldn't look at Logan, he didn't know how to tell him about the horror this girl had recently been through. Just then he felt, rather than saw, Karigan stir. He lifted his eyes to her rolling his chair forward slightly looking at her curiously, after the trauma that this girl had goned though, she shouldn't wake up for another month.

Logan's eyes followed the Professors, he wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he assumed that if the Professor was watching her, then there must be a reason. Logan leaned down closer to the girl.

"Karigan," he whispered her name hoping that she would respond.

Karigan's eye flew open like she has just been jerked awake

"Get away from me," she screamed, "leave me alone, get away," her arms and legs immediately began to fly.

Jean rushed over to help Logan and the Professor hold her down. The Professor was trying to reach her with his mind, but her brain was somehow immune to his powers now that she was awake. Jean was trying her hardest to keep the girl from jumping off the table, while Logan was keeping her upper body at bay, he knew that holding down a young girl should have been simple, but she seemed to be almost over powering him.

"Get off of me, let me go, get away," she continued to scream.

"Karigan," Logan tried to reason with her, "Karigan you have to look at me kid, open your eyes, look at me damn it," she elbowed him in the ribs, "we're not trying to hurt you."

Karigan had her eyes squeezed shut almost like maybe when she opened them, everything would go back to normal. In her mind she was fighting off the people who had destroyed her life. As the tears began to leak from her eyes, and slowly her will began to fade, Logan was finally able to pin her to the table top. When her head touched the surface, she lost all control.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" with a final scream, Karigan threw up her arms pushing Logan back and three adamantium claws protruded from both of her hands.

Karigan jumped from the table and did her best to keep her eyes on everyone in the room. The Professor was trying to remain calm while keep his eyes on Karigan, Jean was behind the girl looking at the Professor, waiting for the signal to retaliate. Logan however was looking back and forth between Karigan's eyes, eyes that held pain that only he could understand, and the claws exactly like his own, coming from another human being.

Karigan was crying, she was alone, afraid, and the pain from her hands was enough to make her want to die, but she wouldn't give up without a fight.

"Get away from me, leave me alone."

Xavier remained quiet, knowing that Logan would have to do the talking to get them out of this situation.

"We're not gonna hurt ya kid. So just put the claws away so we can talk about this."

"YOU'RE LYING," she screamed.

"No," Logan interrupted, "look at my face kid, I know you know who I am."

Karigan looked at the man, he looked so much like… but he couldn't be, she shook her head as if to clear her mind. "You're lying to me, let me go, or I swear I'll stab you," she threatened.

"Karigan," he whispered "you know who I am. Look at me, let me help you."

Her arms drooped in defeat, she looked into the man's eyes. She had only seen a picture of him, but she knew, she knew he was really there, in front of her although she didn't know how.

"Dad?"

This is my first X-Men fic. I have a few ideas on how to take this story farther so if you want me to R&R please.