Two hours after boarding the strange plane Marie woke to the feeling of their momentum change, she was momentarily concerned when the direction of movement shifted and the plane began to drop vertically. Her panic was assuaged some when she realised the drop was intentional, the plane was now lowering into what appeared to be an underground hanger.

When the plane finally came to a stop and began to power down Marie quickly removed her flight harness and moved over to Logan, she needed to assure herself that he was indeed healing. It looked from a distance like he was but she had seen him heal before and it had been a lot quicker than this.

She jumped when the plane hatch opened unexpectedly, a tall red-haired woman bursting onto the jet. Who then hurriedly moved toward Logan and bustled Marie out of the way as she began checking him over.

"Who the hell are you!?" Marie demanded, pushing the woman back out of the way and standing protectively in front of Logan.

"I'm a doctor, please move out of the way so I can see to my patient," the red-haired woman snapped impatiently.

"He doesn't need a doctor," Marie replied, refusing to move.

"Scott, do you mind removing this child," the 'doctor' turned to address the man now approaching.

"Rogue, this is Jean Grey, she's our doctor, she just needs to check on Wolverine's injuries so we can move him, he may need surgery to close some of the lacerations, and if he has a concussion that will need to be treated as well," Scott tried to reassure her, as he attempted to physically move her.

"Don't touch me," Rogue said, stepping away from him, "I already told you, he doesn't need a doctor, he... he heals." She didn't want to tell these people too much about either of them at this point, she still couldn't bring herself to trust them.

"I will decide that," Jean responded bluntly, "Until he's discharged, I'm going to need you to let me do my job."

A moment later another younger man, a teenager by the looks of him, though very tall, entered the plane. "You needed a hand?" he asked curiously.

"Thanks for coming down Pete, I'll need your help to move this guy to the Med Lab as soon as Jean clears him to move," Scott told him, as Jean moved around Marie to continue examining Logan.

Marie was pleased to note, as the doctor cut the remains Logan's shirts off, that though wounds were still open, none were bleeding, a few were visibly slowly knitting together.

"Alright, move him to the lab, gently, I need to get a closer look at the head wound, I'll need to do an MRI too," Jean rattled off her instructions as she turned to disembark the plane, motioning for the muscle to take over.

Marie briefly considered letting the doctor make the epic fuck up of putting Logan in an MRI machine but knowing that it would be Logan that paid the price for such a screw up she would have to say something. She followed after the doctor as she made her way across the hanger and into a metal lined hallway.

"You can't do an MRI--" Marie started, only to be interrupted by the doctor turning on her.

"Look, sweetie, I don't know where you got your medical degree from, and I really don't care, but stop telling me how to do my job," she turned, and continued on her way before Marie could finish her statement.

"If you put L-Wolverine in an MRI you're going to trash your machine, he's full of metal," she blurted angrily, before the doctor could interrupt her again.

"Is that why he's so goddamn heavy," Scott grunted, as he and Pete lowered the stretcher they had carried in, onto an exam bed.

Jean looked momentarily abashed. "I'll do a CT instead," she assured Marie.

For a while Marie was left to her own devices as she quietly tucked herself into a corner and watched the group work on Logan. The doctor started with the various cuts and open wounds, she noted the woman didn't bother to stitch any of them, appearing to have accepted that he was indeed healing as Marie had said he would.

The CT scan turned out to be a complete waste of time, except to show the full extent of the 'improvements' he had mentioned to Marie when he had first explained his mutation to her. He hadn't been exaggerating when he said they had covered all his bones, literally every single one of them glowed on the resulting x-ray’s where the metal obscured the shot. It was a terrifying sight when you stopped to think about how they could have managed to do that.

It was such a shock Jean turned to Marie and horrifiedly asked, "Who did this to him?"

Marie swiped at a dropped tear before replying. "He doesn't know."

"How long ago was this done to him?" Jean continued to question her.

"It's not my place, you'll have to ask him," Marie replied resolutely.

Jean was going to attempt to argue with her before she spied Scott shaking his head at her. *'She won't say anything more, she doesn't trust us, and after her day so far I can't say I blame her, we'll have to wait for him to wake up,'* she gleaned from him telepathically.

A short time later, as Jean and Scott were making Wolverine comfortable on the narrow hospital bed, and hooking him up to a variety of monitoring machines, the medical bay door opened and admitted Ororo and a bald, older man in a wheelchair. Marie was mildly perturbed when the man approached her directly.

"Hello Rogue," the bald man greeted her directly, "My name is Professor Charles Xavier, I apologise for the circumstances preceding this meeting but I would like to welcome you my school."

"Your school has its own military-grade spy plane?" Marie replied suspiciously.

"Well, the plane is more for our staff's extra-curricular activities," he replied, amused, "If you will follow me, I will show you around the school, and we can find you a room for your stay."

"I'd rather stay here until Wolverine's awake," Marie replied.

"Jean believes it is going to be some time before Mr Wolverine is awake, you can have a tour, and some lunch, and perhaps some rest, and return down here when we are expecting him to wake," the Professor assured her, indicating she should follow him.

With a final uncertain look towards Logan's prone form she nodded and followed after him, Ororo accompanied them as well. They continued further down the metal lined hallway until they reached what appeared to be a dead end. She had been faced with so many unexpected events so far today that Marie almost laughed at the fact she barely flinched when the wall slid open, and revealed a fancy looking elevator. When the elevator opened again, she was ushered into a beautifully decorated, panelled hallway. All was quiet through the halls so she was surprised to see, as she was directed down one hallway, glass walled classrooms, and dozens of students within. She was only half listening to the Professor as he spoke at length of the school, she could hear the distinct expectation in his voice that she would remain at the school.

After almost two hours the tour was complete, during the tour she had heard a bell ring, and noticed the increase in volume from the students as they broke for lunch and ran riot until the next class began. Thankfully she was well away from that part of the property so she didn't have to interact with all the students. Once the students were all back in classes the Professor excused himself to teach his own afternoon class, leaving Ororo to see her to the smaller staff kitchen for a late lunch, before showing her upstairs to a guest bedroom where her and Logan's bags had been deposited.

"I wasn't sure which bag was yours, and which was Wolverine's, I can take his to the room we've prepared for him if you tell me which is which," Ororo advised.

"You didn't go through the bags?" Marie asked, trying to keep the surprise out of her voice as she pulled both bags onto the bed.

"Of course not," Ororo smiled reassuringly, as Rogue opened both bags and began digging around in one of them. Ororo was surprised when she pulled out a man’s shirt, and quickly stuffed it into the second bag, before zipping shut the first bag.

"Which room is Wolverine's?" Marie asked, not handing the bag over. Ororo led her down the hall to the next bedroom, glancing around Marie noted it was identical to the room she had been given. She put Logan's pack down on top of the dresser, before she headed back to her own room.

"Can I go back to the med lab now?" Marie asked Ororo.

"Why don't you unpack and rest for a while first," Ororo suggested.

"Can I go down whenever, or do I need an escort?" Marie asked again.

"You can go down anytime," Ororo replied placatingly, clearly the girl wasn’t going to be dissuaded from her plans, "Come, I'll show you how to access the lower levels."

Ororo showed her how to access the concealed panel for calling the elevator to the sublevel before Marie returned to her room. She repacked her bag, not having had time to pack neatly when they left, and retrieved the cash she had removed from Logan's pack earlier, concealed in the shirt Ororo had seen, and tucked it into a hidden internal pocket before pulling the shirt on herself. She then tucked the pack away in one of the dresser drawers.

After a long, hot shower, Marie brushed out and braided her hair before making her way back down to the med lab. She was concerned about what might happen if Logan woke in a medical setting, alone, and she didn't trust the doctor to let her know when he was waking. She managed to sit with him for several hours before Jean forced her out 'for dinner'.

Once she had eaten a late dinner, again in the staff kitchen, she suddenly realised just how tired she was. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before after all, so she decided to turn in for the night. She would go and see Logan again in the morning, if he didn't wake and come find her in the meantime.
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