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"What the hell am I supposed to do around here?" Logan growled, looking with distaste at the high school that lay no more than hundred feet from him.

"You are our guard, didn't you listen during the mission briefing?" snapped Scott. Logan paused the intimacy between him and his cigar, to drawl, "I wasn't even there." Scott gave an exasperated huff and turned back to his car, Charles was seated in the back, his wheelchair packed away
in Scott's trunk.

It was not the wheelchair the Professor usually used around his school, but a simpler one, similar to the kind issued at hospitals. Charles, Logan and Scott,
were visiting a high school in Canada, hoping to contact a mutant child.

They had employed Logan as their guard for the day. Logan however, was averse to the idea of mingling with teenaged children, and even though he did not fully remember why, he did not want to be in Canada either, just the mention of the country stirred up negative feelings.

Logan watched as Scott began to lift the Professor out of the car and into his wheelchair, he made no move to help them, but when Scott tripped over
the curb and came close to dropping Charles, Logan sprang forward. "Watch out, you idiot!" he roared, wrenching the Professor away from Scott, Scott
raised an eyebrow, starting to smirk slightly.

Logan covered for his outburst by turning and placing the Professor in the wheelchair. Charles flashed a smile up at him," I didn't know you cared."
he said softly."I don't care that much." replied Logan gruffly.

Scott pushed past him and seized the wheelchair's handles, rolling the Professor up towards the high school's main entrance. "Come on Logan!" he called back.

Logan shook his head," I'm not going in there." he growled, challenging Scott to disagree with him. "Come here now." hissed Scott. "What am I, your dog?"
Logan snarled back, " Forget it, I'm not going in there."

Charles seemed ready to protest , but was stopped by Scott. " Maybe it's for the best, he would scare all the children anyway." sneered the Cyclops.

"You'll do that just fine on your own, Summers." said Logan, stationing himself atop the hood of Scott's car and uncorking a canteen.

Scott wrinkled his nose in disgust at the canteen. "If you decide to join us, we'll be in the principal's office." Charles said.

"And do watch your language." added Scott.

Logan waited until the distance between him and Scott was enough to aversely effect Scott's aim, then whistled.

"Watch this." he grinned, popping his claws and dragging along the hood, creating a beautiful scratch along the paintwork of Scott's fancy car.

Logan didn't doubt that Scott was seething with fury, but he also knew that Scott would never attempt to murder him with so many children around. Social niceties and wanting to avoid traumatization and all that.

Scott would rat him out to Jean though, further lessening the prospects of a relationship with her, but pissing off the smug, almighty stick-in-the-mud-Scott, was worth it.

Logan stared at the high school, Charles and Scott had already disappeared inside, but Logan just kept scrutinizing the high school grounds, a strange feeling that he should remember something about the school was gnawing at him. Which was horribly out of place, as Logan had never voluntarily approached a school in his life.

Finally, he squashed the uncomfortable feeling down, and opened another canteen.

He wasn't allowed to drink it in peace.

A pair of giggling girls wandered past, oohing when they saw him, when one straightened her too-short skirt and approached him, he jumped off the car's hood,
not bothering to check if the car had been locked, and sashayed away.

He had not exactly planned to go anywhere, he just wanted to get away from those girls, but his feet seemed to be going somewhere of their own accord.

As he walked away from the school, a sense of familiarity rushed into him, as if he had walked like this, many, many, times before.

His strange walk took him down one street, through a side street, and finally onto a avenue of shops, he kept walking until he reached the last shop, a little bar.
Without hesitation he pushed the door open, and walked in.

A older man, looking to be around sixty, waved as Logan came in. "Hey Logan." he greeted cheerfully, "I haven't seen you around for a while."
As he was speaking, the man slid a tumbler full of liquor across the bar and over to Logan. Logan didn't refuse it.

"So where have you been?" questioned the man, usually Logan would have been severely annoyed, or highly suspicious, by anyone asking questions about him,
but he felt an inexplicable urge of friendship towards the bartender.

"Around." Logan said, knocking back his drink "I got restless, had to leave." His explanation didn't explain much, but the bartender nodded solemnly. "Oh yes, I can understand why." he said.

Logan stared up at him, perplexed and angry all at once, then the bartender chuckled, "Ah, we've taken good care of her, go and see her Logan."
Logan needed no prompting, he was already halfway to the door.

"It's on the house." the bartender called after him, Logan let the door shut behind him, then kept walking, but this time without a sense of purpose, confusion was clouding everything, and Logan honestly couldn't tell if the strange encounter in the bar had not been a hallucination of some sort. Maybe Scott had gotten ahold of his canteen.

Feeling uncomfortable on the wide street, he turned into an alley, it was dark and damp, but Logan stuffed his hands in his pockets to ward off the cold,
and continued walking.

"What the hell is going on?" Logan muttered to himself, any feelings connecting him to his surroundings had vanished, leaving him with a throbbing pain pounding underneath his forehead.

Logan stopped, and leaned his head against the cool brick wall of the alley, trying to ward off the increasing discomfort in his temples.

A small songbird was perched on top of the wall, and it began to chirp incessantly, it was doing nothing good for Logan's headache.

That was when Logan heard the scream, it wasn't the Professor's yell, or Scott's girly (in Logan's opinion) screech, it was the voice of a young child calling out for help.

Logan had barley heard it over the bird's chirping and his own pain, usually he would be inclined to ignore any signs of distress when they didn't
concern him, so he had no idea what inside force had sent him sprinting down the alley, and to the aid of the child in trouble.

All he knew, was that a feeling of familiarity was rising up in him again, this time connected with the scream, banishing the pain in his head.

Logan burst into a small alley, a passageway really, between two buildings, the source of the screams. He didn't like what he saw.

A boy, probably a student of the local high school, judging by the backpack slung over his shoulders, was holding a girl, he was pressing her against the wall, one hand clamped over her mouth, the other hand wandering across her breasts, as his lips trailed down her neck.

The girl was fighting, Logan could see some scratches on the boy's throat, but it was clear she was getting tired, as she turned her head to avoid the boy's lips, Logan
caught a glimpse of her face, and he saw red.

Logan remembered his claws unsheathing, but he didn't remember anything else, except that the boy was bleeding, and he was pinning him to the floor.
"You little fucker!" Logan roared. "If you ever do this again, to her or to anyone else, I'll rape you myself, then tear you apart," Logan held up his gleaming claws "With these."

"I won't!" screamed the terrified boy. "I won't ever do it again, Please! I've made a mistake!" "Damn right you have!" hissed Logan.

Logan let his claws shine in the light for a few more seconds, then stood up, hauling the boy to his feet "Say sorry to her!" Logan ordered,
poking the boy in the back with his claws.

The boy didn't even look at the girl, he just whispered an inaudible "Sorry." Logan seemed satisfied, he shoved the boy away from himself,
the boy ran, once he was freed from Logan's grip.

Logan turned to face the girl "Was I too late?" he said, the moment the words left his mouth, Logan began cursing himself for being so blunt.
The girl wouldn't look at him, but she shook her head "You came just in time" she murmured.

Logan felt the fear drain out of him. "Well, you're safe now." he said, reaching down to retrieve her backpack, but he dropped it when he saw the tear tracks on her face.

"Hey, don't cry. " he said, with uncharacteristic tenderness, he lifted up her face with one hand, with the other hand he searched his pockets for a handkerchief, when he turned back to clean her tears, he received a full view of her face, and with a sudden jolt of recognition, he remembered her.

"Lorraine?" he gasped, "Dad?" said the girl, "Is it you?" Logan sank to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. "Oh, sweetheart." he said, "I'm so sorry, sorry for everything."

Lorraine hugged him back. "What took you so long to come back, Dad?" she asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I forgot about you, Lorraine." Logan almost sobbed.

"Hey, you're back now, it's okay." said Lorraine.

Logan stared at his daughter, she was not the little girl he had left behind with his bartender friends, she was a young woman now. She was beautiful, like a certain woman whose face he would sometimes dream about.

"Lorraine, who was that boy!" Logan growled. "That is Vic, the school bully, he's been stalking me for months" replied Lorraine.

"Months!" roared Logan in a rage. "Why didn't you tell your damn teachers!" "Vic's parents are the richest people in town, I'm the foster child of a pair of bartenders, they would never believe me, Dad." said Lorraine.

"Those bitches. When did he start following you?" said Logan.

"Right after that weird incident at school." Lorraine muttered, she saw her father's expression and hurried to expound. "I don't know what happened to me, it was scary." she admitted. "What happened?" said Logan.

"During gym practice, I cut myself on the bleachers, and the cut just healed up by itself, Vic was right next to me, and he saw."

Vic was now the least of Logan's worries, he looked at Lorraine "Are you a mutant too?" he said. "What?" hissed his daughter. Logan looked back at her. "Sweetheart," he said, "I want you to meet some...friends of mine."