Bobby excitedly opens the door to the Medlab, almost running into
Hank as he walks out. "Hey, have you met Jordan?"

"If you speaking of the young lady that has come from Academy to work
with the Professor, no I have not. I am on my way to
speak with her now." Hank pats his medical coat as if looking for
something. "My glasses." He turns and walks back into the
lab, followed by Bobby.

"Did you hear what she can do? It's pretty cool if you ask me." Bobby
picked up Hanks glasses from a table.

"From what I was told she can open portals to mirroring dimensions
and different time...where did I put those." Hank
continued looking under papers and books on his desk as Bobby smiled.

Bobby tapped Hank on the shoulder and handed him his glasses. "Yea,
she says she can send you to last place you were
thinking about and then bring you back later. And since it is a
mirroring dimension you can mess with things and it really doesn't
destroy the fabric of time..or whatever."

Hank rolled his eyes as he dropped his glasses in his coat
pocket. "It's not something to play with Bobby, just because it does
not effect this dimension and time does not mean it doesn't effect
another. How would you like to disturb a world and then be
stuck there when she cannot return you to this one?"

Bobby followed Hank out the door again, arguing with him down the
hall. "She instantly brings you back two or three days
later, that is why she is here. Emma thinks it has something to do
with telepathy, since she reads your mind to send you to the
dimension and has to make some kind of link to automatically find you
again later. I still think it would be cool, just think of all
the things you could learn and use against others later." Oh the
jokes I could pull then.

Hank pushed the button for the elevator, surprised that he has to
wait for it, he turns and looks at Bobby. "I do not suggest you
use this as a new game until we have taught her to use it properly.
Considering it takes her several days to gain the strength to
reopen the portal is worrying enough." Hank turns back when the doors
open to find why he had to wait. "Hello Logan."

"Hey Blue, I was coming down to talk to ya." Logan stepped out of the
elevator into the cold metal halls, which made him
cringe slightly.

"Go on up Bobby, I will be up in a few minutes. Remember what I said,
she is not a toy."

"Yea Yea, I know." Bobby waved his hand dismissively as the elevator
doors closed.

Logan shook his head. "I don't even want to know who's not a toy this
time."

Hank chuckled. "Just the young lady from the Academy, he thinks he
can use her power to dig up dirt for his nasty jokes. I
was getting ready to go see her when you arrived. Do we need to go to
the MedLab?"

"No, I just wanted to ask you for something for Remy, but it can wait
until later."

"We can discuss it on the way back up if you like? I should not be
long with the student, she is here to see the Professor
mainly. He just wants me to meet her so she will be comfortable if
something should happen during training." Hank waved his
hand towards the elevator.

Logan nodded and followed Hank in. "I was just wondering if you could
give me something to help Remy sleep."

Hank tilted his head slightly in wonder. "Is he having problems
falling asleep? Have you tried hot milk or reading? I hate to give
the young man medication, his system handles them strangely."

"No, Remy doesn't have problems falling asleep, it's staying asleep.
He keeps having these nightmares, he has always had
them, but they seem to be happening more often . The less sleep he
gets the more nightmares he has, and I don't think I can
take him waking up screaming anymore. He seems so terrified."

Hank gave Logan a worried look as he followed him out the now opened
doors. "Has he told you what they are about?
Maybe talking would help."

Logan shook his head. "He won't tell me, he keeps saying he doesn't
remember, but I know he's lying. I've tried to push him
but it just upset him more."

They both stopped in the hall outside the living room where the
others were meeting with the new student. Hank sighed. "I will
give you some mild sleeping pills, we will see how he reacts to them
and maybe give him something stronger if he needs it."

"Thanks Blue, I will come down later and get them from ya. Now I just
have to get him to take the damn things." He turned to
walk away and was stopped.

"Why don't you come in, I should only be a minute. You should meet
the new student anyway, it will make her more
comfortable knowing everyone while she is here. After we can go down
and get the pills." Logan shrugged and continued
down the hall with the doctor. "So Remy hasn't given you any clue as
to what these dreams are about?"

"These don't think they are dreams, they seem too real to him, there
more like flashbacks. I think they have something to do
with his childhood......." Logan was cut off when they walked through
the living room door and was blinded by a bright light.
He cringed and closed his eyes, opening them again when he felt
himself hit the ground hard. "What the hell was that?" He
blinked trying to get his vision back, when he did he noticed he was
outside in what seemed to be an alley. He looked around
only seeing a dumpster, a homeless drunk, that seemed to be oblivious
to their arrival, and Hank a few feet from him. "Hank?
You alright?"

"What was that?" Hank rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up.

"Not sure, but we are outside, in a city I don't know. It sure ain't
New York, smells wrong." Logan stood up and sniffed the air
and took a better look around, not recognizing anything. "We need to
find out what is going on and the way back home."

Hank stood up and brushed off his clothes. He reached into his pocket
and pulled out a small device. "Glad I carry this around
with me." Hank pushed the button on the image inducer which changed
him to his normal human form.

"Well that is one problem solved, lets get the hell out of this
alley." Logan grumbled while walking out onto the street. He
looked around seeing nothing he knew. He saw, what seemed to be,
tourists, in odd clothing, on a street lined with outdoor
cafe's and stores. "Recognize anything Blue?"

"I have a feeling we were just introduced to the new student's powers
personally." Hank answered pointing at the newspaper
stand. Hank bent down, put on his glasses, and read the newspaper
heading. "New Orleans Post June 13, 1985"

Logan's eyes widened. "What the hell? You're telling me she has the
power to send people back in time?"

"Not exactly." Hank stood up and pplaced his glasses into his
pocket. "A mirroring dimension and another time."

Logan threw his hands into the air. "Oh that's better, I thought for
a second we were just in another time, now we are on
another world too."

Hank pulled Logan back into the nearby alley. "Will you be quiet, we
don't need everyone to think we are crazy. It's a
mirroring dimension, which means everything and everyone should be
the same. Jordan will be able to pull us back to our
world and time, it will just take a few days. Until then we will just
have to make the best of it."

"A few days?" Logan sighed. "Fine, lets find a hotel and just hole up
until we go back. She will know where we are, we don't
have to do anything?"

"That is what I was told, that is why she is here...or there, to talk
to the Professor about the link she creates that allows her to
find us later. It just takes her two to three days to gain the
strength to reopen the portal. So if we stay in a hotel she will be
able
to find us there."

Logan fumbled in his wallet. "Damn it, I knew those new bills were a
bad idea. I have one old hundred dollar bill, and two
twentys, hopefully that will work for a few days."

Hank followed suit and looked in his wallet. "I have three old
twentys and some ones and fives. That should be plenty. Let's
ask someone in the deli across the street for directions to the
nearest hotel. I personally know nothing about New Orleans."

Logan nodded and they walked across the street. "Why New Orleans
anyway?"

"Jordan sends people to the last place they think of. I guess since
we were speaking of Remy it triggered this trip to New
Orleans." Hank smiled at a pretty blonde that was standing at the
crosswalk they were approaching.

Logan rolled his eyes and grabbed Hank's arm, pulling him towards the
deli. "Hank, don't smile at her, she will think you want
something."

"What do you mean? She smiled at me, I smiled back, I was just being
friendly." Hank gave Logan a sly grin.

"Yea, she is being friendly alright." Logan pointed at the street
sign above their head. "Bourbon Street, its were all the whores
stand, and watch your pockets."

Hank took a quick look around and noticed that there was a very
lovely lady on each corner and several in between. "Oh."

"I will go in and ask for directions to the nearest hotel, stay here
and try not to attract anything." Logan chuckled as he walked
into the small deli. He walked up to the edge of a long counter and
waited for the teenage boy behind it to wait on his
customer.

The teenage boy slowly walked over, acting slightly annoyed. "Can I
help y'"

"Yea, can ya give me directions to the nearest hotel?" Logan turned
when the bell on the door chimed, signaling another
customer.

"Lemme get dis kid outta here and I'll draw y' a map." The teenager
walked back over to the serving area an eyed the new
customer. "Usual boy?" The young customer nodded and the worker went
back to the kitchen.

Logan looked at the small boy that was waiting at the counter. The
boy was dirty, his hair oily and stringy. The child had on
worn clothes that were way too large for him, and sunglasses that
looked like they had been broken and mended several times.
He also noticed the kid looked thin and was slightly trembling. He
kept looking at the boy trying to figure out just how old he
was, when the boy looked over at him, making it aware he noticed the
large man was staring at him. Logan realized what he
was doing and looked away. Just then the teenager returned with a
sandwich and slid it across the counter to the boy. The
young child sat a twenty dollar bill on the counter and grabbed the
sandwich. The teenager walked back over to Logan and
began to draw a map on a piece of paper. Logan looked at the boy who
was leaving and then back to the deli worker. "Did
ya just take $20 from that kid for a sandwich?"

"Huh?" The worker looked up from his doodling to Logan. "Oh, dat kid.
Yea, he comes in all da time, he lives in da alleys
round here. He gives me $20, I give em a sandwich. Boss says not to
let da freak in, but I make $15 everytime. Da kid is too
stupid ta know how much it really cost." He laughed and went back to
drawing a map.

Logan growled and grabbed the teenager by his collar. "Give me the
change you owe the kid."

"Hey mister, what da hell is y' problem?" The teenager yelled back.

"Do ya know what a street kid has to do for $20? It doesn't come
easy. Now give me the damn change ya owe the kid and I
will make sure he gets it." Logan pushed the teen backwards towards
the register. The worker quickly fished out the change he
should have given the boy and gave it to Logan. "Good, now if the kid
comes in again ya will give him the right change or ya
will have to talk to me again." Logan snarled and stomped out.

Hank noticed Logan looked a bit upset when he came through the
doors. "What's wrong Logan?" Hank stood up from his
chair when Logan walked right by him. "Logan, what is going on?" He
raced after the Canadian and finally caught up. "What
are you doing? What is wrong with you?"

"Not now Blue, I am trying to track this kid." Logan suddenly
stopped. "Shit! I can't get his scent, there are too many new
smells here to tell the difference between them all."

"Logan are you talking about the small boy that went into the deli
while you were inside? If so he went down that alley." Hank
pointed towards the alley across the street from where they were
standing.

"Come on then." Logan said while running across the street. He
stopped half way across to look at Hank, who had not moved.
"Hank come on."

Hank sighed and rushed across the street to catch up with
Logan. "Would you please tell me what this is about? We should be
finding a hotel, not following small children home."

"This is his home Hank. He's a street kid, and that brat inside the
deli has been ripping him off. He took $20 from the kid for a
sandwich just because he didn't know better." Logan kept looking
behind dumpsters and doorways. "So I got his change and
I'm trying to find him to give it back. If he has this money it may
save him from doing something stupid to get more later."
Logan pointed his finger, signalling Hank to stay quiet. Logan slowly
walked towards a doorway, followed closely by Hank.
He looked inside to see the boy with his back towards him shovelling
the sandwich in his mouth faster then he could possible
chew it. Logan backed up slightly and walked into view so he wouldn't
startle the kid by coming up behind him. "Hey kid."

The young boy jumped and pushed himself into the corner of the
doorway. He looked up at the man, recognizing him from the
deli. "What do y' want? Leave me alone." The boy darted forward,
around Logan, and into the alley only to run into Hank.
The boy slowly backed up, trying to get away, when he hit the wall
with his back he knew there was no way out. He started to
rapidly, looking back and forth between Logan and Hank. "Please,
leave me alone."

"Hey kid, I didn't mean to scare ya, I just wanted to give ya this."
Logan held out his hand with the money in it.

The kid looked at the money and shook his head. "Non, I don't want
it. Go away."

Hank looked at the boy confused. "It's alright kiddo, just take the
money."

"Non! Go away! I don't want your money! I don't want to. Just leave
me alone." The last came out in a whisper, he was too
weak to fight anymore. The boy slid down the brick wall, sitting on
the dirty ground below.

Logan noticed the tears rolling down the little boy's cheeks under
the sunglasses. "Kid, listen this is your money. This is your
change from the deli across the street."

The boy looked up at him and lightly shook his head. "I don't have
change. I gave him the money with a two and a zero, that is
what y' give him for a sandwich."

"No, prices changed, its only a bill with a five on it now. He will
give ya change from now on. Here take it." Logan held out the
money once again, hoping the child would take it.

The boy looked at Logan and then to Hank and back to Logan. After a
few minutes of hesitation he slowly reached out and
took the money from Logan. "I can leave now?" He asked as he stood
up, his back still pressed against the wall.

"Sure kid, ya can go. I was hoping ya would tell us how to get to a
hotel, and maybe join us for dinner, but if ya want to leave,
go ahead." Logan slowly stepped aside giving the kid ample room to
run if he felt the need to.

Hank noticed the boys condition and gave the boy a troubled look."You
do look like you could use a good meal. You're way
too thin, and you should not be out here on the streets alone, you're
much too young. Where are your parents?"

Logan noticed that all the attention Hank was giving the kid was
making him nervous. "He can tell us at dinner, can't ya kid? I
saw the sign of a McDonalds up the street, want some cheeseburgers?"

The kid nodded and smiled.

"Okay, lets go then." Logan waved his hand towards the street and
started slowly walking out of the alley.

Hank started following Logan out noticing that the boy was still
standing against the wall. "Um, Logan, he isn't coming." he
whispered from the corner of his mouth.

"I know Hank, he will follow us if he wants to come, I'm not going to
force him. This way he will know he has control." Logan
heard small footsteps behind them. "See, he'll follow us."

They walked down the street in silence, listening closely to the
sound of the young boys steps behind them. Neither looked
back, afraid to turn around and scare the boy. When they reached the
McDonalds Logan opened the door, waving Hank in
and then looking at the kid. "Coming?"

The boy stopped and shook his head.

"Why not kid, ya know we won't hurt ya. Come on." Logan smiled and
pointed in with a movement of his head.

"I can't go in, they won't let me." The boy shuffled his feet and
looked at the ground. He heard the door close and thought for
sure that the older man left him behind. Suddenly he saw the older
man's feet in his view of the ground, he looked up and saw
that the man had knelt down in front of him.

"Listen kid, you're with me, you can come in. If anyone gives ya any
trouble, I'll give them trouble." Logan held out his hand
and smiled when the boy took it. Logan stood and they walked into the
restaurant to be joined at the door by Hank.

"Glad you joined us. I was afraid I would have to eat alone." Hank
smiled at the small boy.

They entered the line of people that was wrapped around a small maze
of barriers. Logan could tell the boy was nervous being
down around all the people in the line. He took the chance and lifted
the boy up, sitting him on the edge of the wooden railing
so the small boy would be about the same height as everyone
else. "Better?"

The boy was startled at first, but then looked around and found it
was better. He looked at Logan and nodded.

"Good, now what would ya like to eat?" Logan figured if the boy
couldn't read prices he couldn't read a menu either and
started naming the different types of food off the menu. After he had
named off everything the boy just shrugged nervously.
"How about we just order a bunch of cheeseburgers and see who can eat
the most?" The boy nodded happily.

The boy scooted across the rail as they made there way around the
line until he reached the end by the register and jumped
down. Logan ordered a large helping of cheeseburgers and then stepped
out of the way for Hank to order his meal. The boy
just stood and listened in amazement at all the food that was ordered
no noticing he was in view of the main office. Suddenly a
man came out of the room and grabbed the kid by the arm spinning him
around to meet his angry gaze.

"I thought I told you to stay out of here, we don't want freaks like
you scaring off the customers. Now get out!" The manager
pulled the young boy towards the door until he was stopped by a large
hand on his shoulder. The manager turned to see the
person holding his shoulder smiling at him and holding back a very
angry looking man by a firm hand on his chest.

"I suggest you let my small friend go. If I cannot convince you, I am
sure my other friend here can." Hank pushed Logan back
as he lunged forward at the manager.

"I don't want this freak in my restaurant, he scares the other
customers, and me. Make sure you get your meal to go." The
manager whispered so the other customers could not hear. The manager
gave the boy a shove and walked back into his office.

The boy stumbled forward and stopped in front of Hank. He started to
look up from the floor and realized his glasses had
fallen off in the scuffle. He frantically looked around for them, not
finding them anywhere. Oh please don't let them see them.
They will hate me too.

"Hey kid, are ya alright?" Logan asked as he knelt down again in
front of the boy, hoping it would calm him down like it did
before. He was startled when the boy panicked and ran for the
door. "Shit, Hank can you grab the food, I'm going to try and
catch him." Hank nodded and Logan ran after the boy. What the hell is
going on, he seemed perfectly calm and now he is
running from us. And what's with that damn manager, the kids just
homeless, doesn't make him a freak. Logan
followed the kid into the alley behind the restaurant and watched him
duck into a doorway. He slowly walked up to door and
looked in at the crying boy huddled in the corner. "Kid? Ya alright?
Don't listen to that manager, he is just a jerk." Logan
slowly sat down on the ground across from the boy. "Come on kid, talk
to me, at least look at me. You know I won't hurt ya."

The boy wiped his eyes and sniffed a few times. "Y' think I am a
freak too, everybody does."

"I don't think you're a freak, why would I think that, ya just don't
have a home, that not your fault." Logan slid over to the wall,
closer to the boy.

"That's not why they call me a freak." The boy pulled his knees up
closer to his chest and buried his face in his knees, sobbing
quietly.

"Don't cry kid, there is nothing that could make me think you're a
freak, absolutely nothing." Logan reached out and pushed
back a lock of dirty hair. "Why do they call ya that?" Logan face
went pale as the young child slowly looked up at him. Holy
Christ. He felt his breath catch and he knew he was staring but could
not help himself. He was broke from his trance when the
boy curled back up and started crying again. "Kid? Hey, I'm sorry.
Its just your eyes...."

"I know! They are demon eyes, they make me a freak, I know already.
Now leave, I know y' want to!" The boy sobbed
uncontrollably. The older man moved towards him and he dropped to the
ground, pulling himself as close to the door as
possible. "Please don't hit me. I'm sorry, I won't hurt y'. Just
leave me alone please."

Logan stopped in his tracks. He only wanted to comfort the boy, but
didn't expect this reaction. "Listen kid, I'm not going to
hit ya." Logan sighed and sat back down by the boy, leaning his head
against the wall. "Ya didn't let me finish, I think your eyes
are beautiful." He turned his head to see the boys reaction and
smiled when the boy looked at him in surprise. "I have a close
friend that has eyes just like yours."

"Really?" The boy sat up slightly, his curiosity drowning out his
fear.

"Yep, miss him a lot too. His name's Remy." He grinned when the young
boy's eyes widened.

"That's my name too." The boy said excitedly.

"Never would have guessed." Logan shook his head and sighed. "Looks
like I have two friends by that name then. My name is
Logan." He reached out his hand for the boy to shake and chuckled
when the boy took it as a sign to hold it, not to shake it.
"Come on, lets go eat some cheeseburgers."

TBC