The long road

~X~

"huh? Where am I?"

"Oh, I see that ya finally awake. Ya been out like a light for quite some time."

"oh, thanks. So, who are you again?"

"Me? Name's Logan. Ya know you're a pretty lucky kid. Ya lucky I found you."

"Found me? What do you mean?"

"Ya don't remember? The bar? The fire? The assholes rioting and mutants attacking?"

"Nope. Nothing. Don't even really remember who I am to be honest"

"Shit, kid. And I thought I had memory problems. Well I'll try and jog ya memory a little. There's this bar ya see, some dumbass people thought it would be a smart idea to pick a fight with a much of other people and started a massive brawl thus setting the place on fire. I found ya under a table and you just said 'help me' so I picked ya up and headed outta the place. And here we are now. Remember anything?"

"Kinda. I don't really remember how I got there, I just have these flashes and snippets of memories, and my hands kill. But other than that, nothing. So, where exactly are we?"

"Well, right now we're headed south toward New York. As for an exact location, your guess is as good as mine. So nothing at all? Not even a name?"

"Like I said, nope, nothing. Actually, there's two names…. Lindsey and Cathy… I think my name might be Cathy, that sounds pretty solid, but Lindsey? I can't even think of who that would even be… maybe I have a sister? Ouch, shit… my wrist… oww" SNIKT!

"Kid…you swear you have no memory of ANY past events?"

"Yeah… shit, what the hell am I?"

~X~

I remember just looking down at my hands and just wondering 'damn, what the hell am I?' and 'what the hell am I gonna do about this?' This guy, Logan, he just keeps his eyes on the road, periodically glancing over at me, but always staying focused on the road. We drive like this for a while, silent, but both wondering what it is the other is thinking.

He says we're going to New York, that he lives at a school there and that there's people there that can help me out. I don't believe him all that much, but there's this small nagging feeling in the back of my head that says I should. Not much to go off of really, just a 'nagging feeling.' I ask him if he's ever seen anyone like me, and I get a shock as claws, just like the ones sticking out of my own hands, emerge out of his own.

"Trust me kid, you're not alone out there. Believe it or not but there's another two people out there just like us…"

I can remember crossing over the border and the claws slowly retract back into my hands. It's been a long and quiet ride, but oddly comforting. We both don't speak much, yet have an understanding of each other. Who knows? Maybe Logan will be able to help me remember who I am or once was.

~X~

"Hey, kid, you awake? We're here."

"Huh? Wheze heze?" I say, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"West Chester New York. we're t that school I was tellin' ya about. We're just coming up to it now if ya wanna take a peek."

Still rubbing my eyes, I take in a breath taking sight. This place is huge. I've never seen anything like it, well not that I can remember at least. The front grounds, as we driving along it, is a massive sweeping lawn, and as we edge toward the front doors a fountain can be seen. Logan pulls off though instead of going to the front door. He takes us around back via a small driveway, and finally parks in another massive area. This place looks like it could be an aircraft hangar.

He kills the engine and reaches behind him for a backpack.

"You comin' kid, or you just gonna stay out here?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm coming."

Gingerly I open the car door and my breath is taken from me again. This place truly is enormous.

"Come on kid, there's plenty to look at inside." He says with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Walking around Logan takings me over to a side door and enters what appears to be a kitchen, and once again I'm amazed.

"Logan… you said this was a school right? Just how many people actually go to school here and why the hell is it so massive?"

"Students you mean? Not quite sure on the exact number but it's up there. And ya other question, well gotta give the kids somewhere to sleep."

"Wait, this is like a border school?"

"Not exactly, it's an institute."

"Who the hell are you?"

"My name is Charles Xavier, but to the student, I'm known as either Professor Xavier or Professor X. You may call me either or Charles. It's a pleasure to meet you Catherine."

"Excuse me? Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Chuck, she doesn't have any memories."

"Yes, I know Logan."

"So how the hell do you know my name! at least, I think it's my name…"

"Pardon me, Catherine, I am what is known as a telepath. I can communication with you with the use of my mind. I can also project thoughts and images into your mind as well."

"So what's to stop you from taking over my mind and controlling me? Whose to stop you from altering my memories?"

"My dear child, where would my motive lay for doing such things?"

"No idea, maybe some sick and twist enjoyment? I mean you do run a school, how do I know you haven't brainwashed every single one of these kids here?"

"Hey now you two, why don't we calm down a bit before you start ripping each other apart, ya hear?"

I could hear Logan's words, but I could also detect a sense of new found mistrust in his voice as well. Who exactly is this Prof. X and why is it I have a feeling he's got something to hide?

"Logan's right. I'm sorry for assuming so much, and I shouldn't have invaded your thoughts like that Catherine."

"Sure, just don't do it again without my permission."

"Completely understood. So then, shall we get you settled in?"

"Settled in where?"

"Well upon your arrival Logan talked with me, and if you would like, you may take up residency here at the mansion. We have plenty of space, and if you wish, you may also take classes here as well. I understand from what Logan has told me that you have a rather unique gift yourself. But I can tell that both of you are tired and where it is still early in the morning, I suggest that you both go to bed and get some rest. Later on if you wish, Logan, myself or one of the other students will be more than glad to give you a tour of the campus."

"uh, yeah sure. And thanks."

I'm not entirely sure I can trust this professor, but he seems like an okay guy if put into his place. Logan takes me along another hallway which leads to a grand staircase, and leads me up it. We climb until we reach the second floor and he takes me to the very end. He opens a door to a single bed room, and tells me that this will be my room if I please. He also mentions that his room is right next door so if I have any problems I know where to go. After that he leaves with a bit of gruffness. It seems understandable seeing as he did all the driving and I did all the sleeping. So not surprisingly I'm wide awake and have been sitting here on this bed for the past hour. I looked around the place a bit and was able to find this journal, completely untouched, so I figured if I began to write stuff down, maybe I'll be able to remember something from my past, find out who I am, and maybe perhaps even who this Lindsey is. Until then, well, I might as well get some more sleep.

SO SORRY for the lack of updates in the past couple of years that I've got missing from Fanfiction. A lot has happened in the past couple of years and I haven't been able to just sit down and crank out chapters. I will be updating more on this story in the next couple of weeks so please stay tuned! Once again please review and comment and give me any feedback! I'm also thinking of taking down the entire story and doing a complete edit. Let me know what you want me to do!