"Are you sure you want to do this Logan?" Jean asked from her seat in
front of Logan.

"Yea Jeannie, tired of not knowin" he almost whispered back.

"Ok, but if you want to stop just tell me and" her sentence cut off
with a wave of Logan's hand.

"Yea Yea, just get it over with already" he growled.

"Ok, I am just going to open the memories enough that they will come
to you slowly. I don't want them to overwhelm you, especially since
we don't know what they are and how you will react"

She would never show it, but this scared her. Logan came to her to
unlock his past, which surprised and thrilled her at the same time.
Surprised that he would finally ask for help and help from, to use
his term, a "spook" and it thrilled her that he trusted her enough
to be that "spook". But not knowing what will come from these
memories was the scariest part, they could be anything and cause
almost any reaction. She was thinking about backing down from what
she was going to do, refer him to the Professor, knowing he would
never let him do it. She was suddenly awoke from her thinking by
Logan.

"We gonna do this or what Red?"

"Yes, sorry, I was just thinking of the best way to do this. Let me
just go in and see what we are dealing with, and don't fight me
Logan" she ordered.

"You are starting to sound like Slim, and I don't take orders from
him either" he growled.

"It would be easier on you and me if you didn't try to resist. Just
remember YOU are the one that came to me Logan" she reminded him.

"Ok, just get started, I will try not to fight ya, but I ain't
promising nothing"

"Fine."

She placed her hands on either side of Logan's face and entered his
mind. She looked around his mind til she found what seemed to be the
memories that had been lost in the back of his mind. She was tempted
to look at the memories, see what they are, see if they were harmful
or traumatic, but she stopped herself. She knew that this could cause
the memories to flood into Logan's mind and that would be too much at
once and could cause permanent damage. So she only cut a small hole
in the fabric of the memories, allowing only to seep into his open
mind slowly. After what seemed like minutes, but was truly 2 hours,
she exited his mind with a small sigh.

"There it is done" she stated proudly.

"So why don't I remember anything?" he questioned

"Like I said, I only allowed a small hole to be created, The memories
will only flow out slowly and only when you are stable and calm. You
will probably remember them through dreams since that is when your
mind is at its calmest. Understand?"

"Yea Jeannie, I get it" he sigh as he rose to leave.

"Good. Please keep me informed on what you remember, and please stay
on the grounds for the next few days so we can make sure everything
is going smoothly" she shot him a smile that she knew he could not
resist.

"Yea Jeannie, I will keep ya up to date on your gossip"

"And?" she glared at him

"And stay on the grounds" he rolled his eyes and moved to leave.

"Logan" she said while grabbing his shoulder "Thank you for trusting
me enough to do this, I know it is the best thing for you"

"We'll see about that" he shrugged "And thanks Jeannie"

"Anytime" She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left out the
door with a smile on her face.

Logan stood there for a minute thinking about what he just did. "What
the hell was I thinking" he said to himself. Scared of what could
come of these memories, scared of what would happen if he did
something the others would not approve of, scared if he did something
that HE did not approve of. He shook himself of his self pity,
grabbed a beer from the frig, and went to his room to settle for the
night.
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The next morning Logan made his way into the kitchen. Still too early
for most people in the mansion. Getting closer to the door he could
smell Jean and Scott on the other side, mingled with fresh coffee,
eggs and bacon. His stomach growled and he pushed the door open and
mumbled "Mornin"

"Good Morning Logan" came from the corner where Scott read the
morning paper.

"So how did you sleep" Jean questioned with a wide grin on her face.
She was almost as excited as a kid on Christmas.

"Fine" was the only thing that Logan muttered before sitting down at
the table with his coffee and food.

Jean knew he would not say anything with Scott sitting at the table
to listen, so she gave her husband a nice mental nudge, and he took
the hint.

"Well, I have a Danger Room mission to work on, so I will see you two
later" With that Scott got up, kissed Jean on the cheek and left the
room.

With out wasting any time Jean looked at Logan "Well?"

"Well what?" He knew what she wanted to know, but this was too much
fun.

"You know what! Did you dream anything last night? Remember
anything?" she was almost bouncing out her chair, like Logan had the
secrets to the universe in his head.

"Yea Red, I remembered something last night" he took another sip of
coffee

"So what was it!?" She was squealed like a 5 year old.

"You are getting as bad as Bobby, ya know that Jeannie? I remembered
a fishing trip, thats it, just a fishing trip. Nothing special"

"Oh" is all she said, almost disappointed "At least we know it is
working out okay though right? No headaches or anything, right?"

"Nope, just fine" he mumbled between mouth fulls of eggs.

"Ok, well I must get ready for a shopping trip with the girls. Should
you need me"

"Yea I know where to find ya" he laughed knowing the girls would not
leave the mall till they maxed out all of Wings credit cards.

As she got up to leave the kitchen door opened lazily and in walked a
yawning, very tired looking Cajun that seemed to be sleep walking to
the coffee machine.

"Well look who got up before noon" chuckled Jean

All she got in return was a wave of the hand from Remy confirming
that it was way too early for verbal bickering.

"Well since he is not going to play, I will leave you two" She
grinned as she left the kitchen.

Remy sat down across from Logan with a large mug of coffee and sighed
"Why Cyke schedule sessions dis early for?"

Logan laughed "Knew there had to be something that got ya out of bed
this early, you wouldn't do it on your own"

"Got dat right" Remy yawned in response.

They both sat in silence for a moment, Logan finishing his
breakfast, Remy finishing off a third cup of coffee.
Then Remy broke the silence. "So, word 'round da mansion is y' let
Jeannie in y' head"

Remy gave Logan a sly grin knowing he had information that he wasn't
suppose to have. He was not about to tell him that it wasn't really
word around the mansion, he just happened to be on watch duty the
night before and witnessed it in the camera room. He was just curious
of the details.

"The walls are too God Damn thin here" Logan growled

"So whats goin' on? She chasin' 'way those nightmares?" he got up to
put his cup in the sink before Logan could answer.

"Nope, she just giving me back the memories I lost before the whole
Weapon X thing" he stated matter of factly. He had no clue why he was
telling the Cajun, but he figured everyone would know soon enough.

"Oh?" Remy said shaky "What kinda memories are those?"

A sudden fear hit Remy. What if Logan hadn't just forgot, what if
what he feared was just locked away with those memories, what if one
day Logan remembered, what if he knew now!
Then he would tell them, then they would know, everything they
thought of him would be confirmed. Remy's head was flying a million
miles a minute on the wings of panic. He almost didn't hear Logan's
answer.

"Not sure, I haven't remembered everything yet, Jeannie made it to
where I remember a little at a time in dreams" he stopped when he
noticed the sudden fear in the air and wondered where it was coming
from.

When he glanced over to Remy at the kitchen sink he saw that Remy was
staring out the window and gripping the sink so tight his knuckles
were white. Concerned he got up and quickly walk over to the area
where Remy stood to see what was outside that scared Remy. When he
looked out the window there was nothing.

"Whats wrong kid?" he questioned concerned.

Remy jumped. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn't even
notice that Logan was next to him. He quickly got himself together
and put on his best poker face.

"Nothin Logan." He looked up at the clock "Merde! I was suppose to be
in the Danger Room five minutes ago"

Logan grabbed Remy by the elbow and spun him around "Your lying kid,
I smell the fear on ya, what's goin on?"

Remy faltered for a second, trying to think of something to say, he
knew Logan could tell a lie from a mile away, so he said the first
thing that came to mind.

"You'd be scared too if y' were late to a session wit' Cyke" he gave
his best smile and hoped Logan would drop it and he did.

"Ok, but kid ya know I am here if you need to talk about something"
he knew that is all he could do, if the kid didn't want to talk he
wouldn't.

"Merci Logan, that means more then y' know, really" Remy smiled and
raced out of the room.
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Logan padded his way through the mansion hall to his room. He had
spent the day fixing his bike and fighting a few sessions in the
Danger Room and now he was ready to sit back with a few beers and
watch the game. As he sat watching hockey he could not help to think
back to that morning.
"What the hell spooked the kid" he whispered to himself.
He tried to think of what caused it and could not pin-point anything
that was said or done, and it didn't help that the Cajun would never
talk to anyone.
"Damn! Why I am worrying about it anyway, Cajun's not my problem" he
cursed mentally.
Why was he worried about the kid, he had to think about that one, he
always worried about him. He could never think of why, but ever since
the Cajun stepped foot on the mansion grounds he felt like he had to
watch the kid's back. It was that look, he remembers like it was
yesterday. When Ororo introduced Remy to him the look the kid gave
him. It was only in his eyes for a second, but he caught it, and it
burned into his memory. Ever since he felt he needed to stay close to
the kid, to protect him from whatever put that haunted look in his
eyes. Logan shook his head. Too caught up in thought about everything
to enjoy the game he turned off the tv and crawled into bed. Before
finally closing his eyes he wished to what ever god was listening
"Let it be something more interesting then fishing, the only thing I
got from that is remembering why I don't go fishing anymore".
He chuckled to himself and closed his eyes and feel into sleep and
dreams.
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Logan was walking down a city street, not a familiar street, but yet
he knew where he was going. He glanced at a address, then a street
sign above his head "Bourbon Street". He crossed the street calm in
the knowledge he was going in the right direction to his hotel, and
taking in the sites and the smells of the city. Suddenly a strange
sound caught his attention across the street. He stopped and turned
to see what it was just in time to see a small boy quickly stagger
from a corner restaurant and into the alley. He was closely followed
out by a man yelling.
"I told you to stay out of here you little demon, we don't want you
here, we don't serve your kind!"
He had seen street kids before, they were in every city, but for some
reason he was worried about this one. Maybe it was how young he
looked, or the fact that he looked like he was sick the way he ran
from the restaurant, or maybe it was just curiosity of what "kind"
the restaurant doesn't serve. Whatever it was he found himself
crossing the street to search out the kid.
He headed down the alley he saw the kid stumble into and found it had
many cross alleys. His sense of smell was not any help since the
overwhelming scent of trash and urine covered anything human. He
walked the alleys for almost an hour when he heard a small sound
behind a dumpster, so faint his hearing almost didn't pick it up. It
was crying. Logan bent down and looked behind the dumpster and there
he was. The small boy was huddled between the wall the the dumpster
trying to look invisible.

"Hey kid, why don't you come out of there" Logan said trying to coax
him out.

There was no response from the kid, just a small whimper and the
sound of him trying to back himself closer to the wall away from
Logan.

"Come on kid, I won't hurt you, you look sick and I bet your hungry.
Come on out and we'll get some food" Logan was getting worried that
the kid wasn't saying anything and that he had not even opened his
eyes. If he had to he would move the dumpster and drag the kid out
but he knew that would only spook him. In his most calming voice
Logan asked one more time "Kid I know you are scared, but I just want
to help you, I won't hurt you, please at least talk to me."

"I can't, go 'way" the child said in a faint mumbled whisper.

"You can't" Logan questioned "You can't what? If you can't move I can
move the dumpster and carry you out"

"NON!" the broken cry rang out through the alley and scared eyes flew
open to meet with Logan's and then quickly dropped to the ground in
fear. "Please, leave me 'lone, go 'way, I can't"

Logan had to take a minute to register what he saw, those eyes were
like nothing he had seen before, red on black, demon eyes. Then it
dawned on him, that is the "kind" the restaurant did not serve,
mutants. "Those bastard, he is just a hungry kid" he thought. Not
only was this boy alone on the streets he was a mutant, making it
that much harder. His heart broke for the child, he could not imagine
what he had been through in his small life and that just made him
want to help him more.He thought maybe if he could figure out what he
couldn't do he could go from there. Let the kid do the talking. "Kid,
I don't understand, ya can't what?" .

"I can't fuck y', go find somebody else" the small voice said in
almost a sob.

"What?" is all Logan could think to say.

His head was spinning, the word rolling over and over in his
head. "Fuck?, Fuck? Did he say Fuck? That can't be what he said, he
can't be more them 7 years old, he can't even know what that means,
Shit!" He looked at the boy, wanting to get him off the streets more
then ever now.

"Kid I need ya to come out, I don't want to" God how could he say
this "Fuck ya, I don't want anything from ya. I want to get ya some
food and make sure you are ok and get you off the streets. Please?"
He held out his hand and prayed that the boy would take it.

The child looked up at him, visibly scared by his trembling body. He
stared into the man's eyes for long minutes as if trying to read his
intentions. After a while he gave in and reached out his small, shaky
hand and put it into Logan's.

Logan let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Thats a good
kid, come on out, I won't hurt ya"

Once the boy crawled out from behind the dumpster into the street
light he noticed just how bad off the kid was. He was shaking badly
from weakness, he was way too thin, bruised, dirty, and he could
smell the blood on him. Logan knew he had to get him some food and
get him cleaned up now! Logan knelt down to be eye level with the boy.

"Listen kid, I have a hotel room" Logan was interrupted by the kid
jerking away hand and yelling.

"Non! I can't!" the boy yelled "I can't" he repeated in a whisper and
passed out.

"Shit!" Logan cursed as he put an arm out to grab the kid before he
hit the pavement. He picked up the boy in his arms and rushed to his
hotel room.

TBC