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Times Past	By : gallygaskins Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5 - Will the stories of the past ever be told?

The professor was in his wheelchair by the large picture window when Logan walked into his office. "Ah, Logan, at last." Charles said, motioning for Logan to take a seat. "I think we need to have a talk about what just happened outside."

Logan sat down at the far end of the love seat, stretching his legs out before him and kneading his hands together - a familiar trait of his - it meant he was confused and nervous. It wasn't that he was nervous about confronting Chuck, hell no, he had confronted him on many occasions before, only thing was this was the first time it would involve a member of Chuck's family and additionally Logan's past. "So, Chuck, any idea what that outburst from Beth was all about."

"I haven't the faintest idea, Logan, I was just about to ask you the same question."

"Beats the hell outta me. She seems to know something of my past, before the experiments and everything."

"Yes, she obviously does. If you're looking to me for answers though I am sorry but I cannot help. She is a very stubborn woman and on more than one occasion she has told me to keep out of her business. And to lie to you as well."

Now that had Logan's attention. Lie. Did this mean that Chuck had picked up on it too?

"Logan, you may be able to smell it on people but I can feel it. Something has been amiss with my niece for many years now. There are some things she has told me, but there are other things so dark and dismal that she insists on keeping them to herself. Perhaps she sees it as penance, I don't know. I've even tried to read her thoughts but ."

"But . ?"

"As I am sure you are aware by now, Beth is a telepath, a very powerful telepath. She can do things with her mind that no-one can even imagine unless they saw her do them."

"And?"

"And . well, everyone has the ability to lock parts of their mind away. Sometimes this happens for a reason, such as amnesia, like yourself. Like I said, everyone has this ability, only some of us, telepaths, can extend that ability to put up a wall around those memories that they don't want other people to see. If Jeannie did something like that I would still be able to see some of those things that she chooses to lock away, especially with the use of Cerebro. Unfortunately, Beth has a stronger ability and although I have tried, I cannot get past that boundary."

"So why did she lie?"

"About her friend?" "Yeah!"

"My only guess is that she is protecting someone or something."

"Maybe someone like herself!" Logan exclaimed angrily. "Doesn't exactly help me, does it?"

"Perhaps, Logan. I have found with Beth that if you give her time and space she will come round. I have given her twenty years to come and join us here. And now she is here, I'm sure it will be worth the wait."

"I don't think I can wait that long," a sarcastic tone enveloping Logan's voice.

"If I know Beth, she won't take long to tell you everything. She only makes me wait extraordinary long to get the things I want!"

"I was thinking of going up north again, check up on those leads I had."

"It is up to you, but I think it may be better to stay here for a while, get to know Beth, gain her confidence. She's more likely to come around that way."

"Okay, I'll give it a shot."

"Let me speak to her first though."

"No probs, let me know how you get on?"

"Of course, Logan. As soon as I feel she is ready to befriend you, I will let you know."

"Thanks."

"What for? I haven't done anything yet."

"No, but along with Rogue, you are the only two people to care enough about me to try to help me figure out what the hell went on in my life before I could use my body to sharpen knives." Logan chuckled.

Charles smiled. "I'll do my best for you."

"I know," said Logan as he got up from where he was sitting and retraced his earlier steps. "You've never done anything less."

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Beth had spent the last half hour standing in her shower with images she would rather have not remembered flashing through her mind as the water cascaded over her head and down her body. Why was it that after 20 years she still could only find one man attractive to her, why was it he that she only saw in her dreams, why did she imagine him with her in their home, in their shower, in their bed. But the man she had met today had not been her Logan, he was someone different, someone alien to her and she was damn sure he wasn't remembering anything about the two of them. And what about Charles, he must have known she had lied to Logan, what on earth did he think about it all, think about her. She got out of the shower, couldn't have stayed in there much longer anyway. The suds from her hair and skin had long been washed away and her skin was turning into something that resembled a prune. Pulling the towel from its pole behind the door she wrapped it around herself. She then found the smaller hand towel to put her long hair up into a turban arrangement before she had the chance to dry it properly.

Once back in the bedroom she changed into a silky half-slip and delighted in the touch of the fabric against her skin. It never ceased to amaze her, how sexy she felt when she wore something like this. Taking in her reflection in the full-length mirror, she noticed exactly how good she looked and the colour suited her rather well, it was a deep shade of lilac and it heightened the highlights in her now dry hair.

Looking at her radio alarm she realised she had missed dinner by an hour and a half, and she was surprised that Charles had not 'called' to let her know. Mind you she didn't feel hungry anyway. She lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling, what was she doing?

"This is doing me know good what so ever," Beth said lightly. "I know what I'll do."

Finding her small carry on bag, she emptied the contents of it onto the table that sat in the bay window. Picking up the dog-eared, well-loved book she returned to her position on the bed and began to read from where she had previously left off.

'. and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is - I know it well - it is Mr Rochester's cigar.'

Could she smell tobacco? No, it must be her imagination. She went back to her book.

'"My bride is here" he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?"

The vision of Logan suddenly appeared in her head and he was saying something to her. 'Beth, will you make the happiest man on god's earth. Marry me?' Where in god's name had that come from. Was it because she was so close to him but yet so far? No, surely not, but this book had to go, it was conveying too many memories.

Closing the book she threw it across the room, narrowly missing the person in her doorway.

The figure stooped to pick up the book and read the cover. "I would ask what either Jane Eyre or Charlotte Bronte have ever done to you, but considering they are both dead ."

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there. I was miles away."

"I can see that. I got cook to make you some sandwiches. And before you say no, is there anything I can do to help."

Getting off the bed Beth stepped to Charles and took the plate from his outstretched arm. "Thank you and, no."

"That wasn't the answer I was expecting."

"Well, it's the only one you're getting."

"What has Logan done?"

"Nothing!"

"He must have done something. I can't imagine it being that terrible considering what he has been like here over the last three years."

"They say time is a great healer, I only wish it were as far as he was concerned."

"A problem shared ."

"Enough with the clichés, already! I need a little time to decide what to do, what to say."

"To lie again?"

"I knew you would catch me."

"I wasn't the only one."

"Logan?"

"Yes."

"Shit! Look I'll sort it out, in my own good time. Until then I'll be as kind and honourable to Logan as I can be. We are to be working together after all."

"That would be good." Charles answered as he turned to move out into the hallway, then added, "just remember, he doesn't know what his past is, and you obviously do. I don't think you would want to be kept in the dark for too long, if the boot were on the other foot. Logan has some patience but once that has run out ."

"I know, I'll bear that in mind."

"Good night, Beth."

"Good night, uncle, love you."

"Love you too." And with that he was gone.

Beth moved over to the window and noticed a figure outside. She smelt the familiar scent of a particular brand of cigar, and there was only one person she knew that smoked them. Logan. Sitting on the bench under her window, she could make out his form, hunched over as if in deep thought. He was fully dressed now choosing to team the jeans he had only been wearing earlier on with a black t-shirt and boots, his favourite ensemble, and she knew he had always done it to turn her on. Only now he wouldn't know. 'There's only on thing for it,' she deliberated, "I have to tell him, tell him everything, and soon. It's not fair to keep these secrets away from him. He has every right to know the truth. Only thing is, when do I tell him?'
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