Logan opened his eyes to see a metallic ceiling, a quick glance around told him he was in some type of lab and had been laid on a cold metal table. Was this some sort of government operation? He heard the sound of soft footsteps coming his way and shut his eyes. Whoever it was laid a tray down on one side of him before walking around to the other side.

A soft hand lifted his up and slim fingers brushed his knuckles before setting his hand back down. It was a female doctor. The woman twisted his arm and inserted a needle into a vein. That was all Logan could take and he jumped to life putting the woman in a head lock. He noted absently that she was pretty ad smelled like lavender. He gave a quick look around to make sure no one else was around before dropping her to the ground and running out of the exit.

The hall was styled in the same sterile and metallic way. Maybe this was a base of sorts that tested on mutants. But if that was the case then shouldn't there be guards or soldiers of some sort?

The door to the lab closed behind him and he gave a look around trying to decide the best way to take. He spotted an alcove that had showcased several leather suits.

'Where's he going?'

Logan heard someone whisper and spun around but no one was there. He walked further into the alcove to examine the suits but an open cabinet caught his eye. Walking closer he saw folded sweatshirts and reached out to grab one. It would be cold outside and they had taken his shirt and jacket. He ventured back into the main part of the hall and walked forward. Keeping an eye out for any guards or exits.

There was a big circular metal door at the other end of the hall that was different from the rest and he moved forward to inspect it.

'Where are you going?'

There was no mistaking it this time. He had heard someone speak to him. But just like before there was no one around. He turned around and hid behind a corner looking for whoever it was playing games with him. A door beside him opened.

'Over here.' The voice whispered.

He followed it into the elevator and looked around. The door closed him in and he turned around trying to find a way to open it again. It began to move up and after several moments, stopped and opened again. Someone was leading him somewhere, he just didn't know where yet.

When he stepped out of the elevator he realized that this was a home of some sort.

Logan decided to go down the left hallway and walked slowly, taking in everything he could so as to determine where he was.

'Where are you going? This way. He's over there.'

Logan looked behind him but saw no one so pushed forward, darting in between doorways. A thundering noise like the sound of many feet running on the floor above reached his ears and he sprinted to hide behind a pillar. Quick glances told him that it was a bunch of kids. He slid around the pillar waiting for them to pass. The sound of a nearby door opening had him running again. He jumped over a bench in the hallway and as quietly as he could, he opened a door and shut it thinking he was alone.

When he turned around he saw a bald man behind a desk with several kids in front of him turned around in their seats to stare at him.

"Hello Logan." The bald man greeted him pleasantly as though this was normal. He gave the kids some sort of assignment before dismissing them. They all gave him curious glances as they gathered their things and left.

One girl with a perky ponytail turned back and grabbed a bag. Before running past him and right through the closed door. He whipped his head around to face the man who looked amused.

"Physics." He said holding up the corresponding text book. "I'm Charles Xavier, would you like some breakfast?" he offered politely. It was then that Logan realized that he was in a wheel chair as he backed it up and rolled around the desk.

"Where am I?" he asked looking around to get any clues he could about the place.

"Westchester, New York." He answered. "You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention."

Logan sneered. "I don't need medical attention."

Xavier nodded. "Yes of course."

There was something he was forgetting. Or rather someone. "Where's the girl?"

Xavier's eyebrows lifted in confusion. "Who?"

"Rogue." He barked. "Where is she?"

Before Xavier could answer the door opened behind him and a black woman with white hair and a taller man with red sunglasses entered.

"Ah Logan meet Ororo Monroe also called Storm and this is Scott Summers also called Cyclopes."

Cyclopes held out his hand. Logan did not accept it and after a moment 'Cyclopes' took the hint and lowered his arm. "They saved your life."

Behind Summers the red-haired doctor entered spearing him a glance. "I believe you've already met Doctor Jean Grey."

"Where's Rogue?" he repeated.

"Who?" Storm asked looking between him and Xavier.

"Rogue, the girl who was with me." He said.

"There was no one else with you." Summers said. "When we arrived it was just you and Sabertooth."

Logan would have very much have liked to call the man a liar but he couldn't detect her scent on anyone here nor could he detect a lie. So what had happened to her?

XxX

Rouge glared out of the bars of her cell at the man who approached her. He was dressed like some high ranking officer in the military. She wanted nothing more than to spit in his face and watch that smile slip into a frown.

"I've been looking for someone like you for a long time my dear." He said.

Rogue lowered the temperature on her glare a few more degrees. "Who are you and what the hell do you want with me?" she growled.

"I am going to turn you into the weapon that will wipe out the mutant race."

Rogue felt a little light headed as the blood drained from her face. What had she gotten herself into?