"I understand now why Logan has nightmares," the Professor said, rubbing his forehead. "This is more serious than I thought. Now that I have the experiences to compare it to, the person with Jubilee is definitely Logan. He's experiencing a flashback of the most traumatic experiences of his remembered life."

"How do we bring him back to the present?" Rogue asked, recovering too from the flashes of memories the Professor had released.

"I don't know, Rogue. I'm a psychic, not a psychiatrist. But, I do know someone who should be able to help."

Jubilee was entertaining herself by thinking up ways to describe the man crouching at the cave entrance.

'He's one beer short of a six-pack, a couple of gunmen short of a posse, a few cards short of a full deck... This is boring, and I'm still cold.'

"Hey, what's the plan?" Jubilee asked the gruff man before her. She must've surprised him, because he didn't growl at her.

"Plan?"

"Yeah. We're not gonna sit here for the rest of our lives, are we? I mean, I'm sure you'd make a nice Tarzan and all, but I really don't feel like playing Jane. I need warmth and malls and indoor plumbing."

"Don't know if we lost them, yet."

Well, at least he was finally talking to her. "Who?"

"The soldiers."

Just then, a sound caught Logan's attention, and he sprang up, sniffing at the air. After only a few seconds, he sat back down again.

"Deer," he said by way of explanation.

'Soldiers?' Jubilee asked herself. Then she remembered the nightmares Rogue had for two weeks after Logan'd left. She was always yelling about solidiers and scapels and scientists when she woke up.

'He must be having a flashback, like those Vietnam solidiers I saw on 20/20,' Jubilee thought.

"Charles, I don't know what to tell you," Dr. Claire Richards said in a tinny voice through the speaker phone. "Usually, I'd prescribe a tranquilizer, calm him down, talk to him, but from what you describe of the trauma, he would see any outside interference as an attack. Is there anyone with him?"

"Yes, he took one of our female students as a hostage."

"Oh, then I guess you can't just wait him out. These post traumatic stress flashbacks are temporary at best. I'm surprised it's lasted this long. I'm afraid your only chance is the girl. He's let her close to him. If you had a way to talk to her, tell her what to say..."

"And if I did?" the professor asked, a secret smile on his face.

"Well, then she might be able to talk him back to reality."

Once he had finished his communication with Dr. Claire Richards, Charles Xavier headed back to Cerebro. If he could establish a link with Jubilee, he could help her deal with Logan.

It wasn't difficult to get a link to her, since she hadn't moved since he had localized her in the forest about 50 miles away.

~ Jubilee, it's Charles Xavier ~

Jubes jumped in the rabbit's hole she was stuck in. Logan looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her.

"You ok, kid?" he asked.

"Yes... just a bad dream," she lied.

~Gee, professor. You startled me, and startling me right now is startling the Wolverine, and startling the...~ she ranted.

~I apologize, Jubilee. How are you?~

~I'm actually fine, number uno. I'm stuck in a freezing rabbit's hole, in a party dress...~

~Jubilee, please try to focus. This is not a situation to waste time joking.~

~Ok, ok. Now tell me how you're going to get me out of this nightmare?~

~I contacted a friend of mine. She told me that you must talk to him.~

~Yeah, what about? First time I tried, he almost killed me.~

~Then?~

~Then. Then what? Now he's a bit more calm, or whatever, he doesn't seem to think I'm a threat. He barely talks, y'know.~

~You have to talk to him. Try something that would bring him back to the present. We think he's lost in some past event of his life, when he was.... experimented on.~

~Present? Kay. Lemme try somethin'...~

Jubilee raised her head slightly and look at Logan. "Hey," she whispered.

"What?" he growled.

"I hope Rogue isn't to worried about you," she tried.

He looked down at her. "Who's the flamin' hell is Rogue?"

"You know, Rogue as in... Marie. Remember, Laughlin City?" she supplied, hopeful that his memory would get back in gear.

Hey, she got an answer, just not the one she hoped for. Logan yanked her out of the hole and pushed her against the cold stone wall behind her.

"Marie?" he shouted to her face. "What did ye do to her? Where's she?!"

Before Jubilee could answer, he let go of her and stepped back. Dropping on his knees, he clenched his fists against his head. Pain crawled into his head.

Past, soldiers and doctors. Present, snow and... Marie. That kid there, who was she? Why was she wearing a party dress in the forest?

The pain. They stuck needles in his limbs. Oh, the pain. They were laughing at him. No, not the water tank!!! No!!!!!

Logan's body arched and he fell back in the snow, still clenching at his head. The pain. No. Please, stop it.

~Prof?~

~Yes, Jubilee?~

~Think I got him back... dunno... but he's acting weird...~

~What happened?~

~He's howling... seems to be in pain or somethin'. Dunno, but the word 'seizure' comes to mind~

~Jubilee? What's happening? Should we come?~

~I don't think he's gonna be fighting anymore. He's just thrashing around and clutching his head. He looks like someone's torturing him. Yeah, I think we need Dr. Grey.~

~I'm sending them now.~

The Professor rolled out of Cerebro to the expectant faces of his X-Men. He saw the worry lines deepen on their faces when they saw his expression.

"They're still in the same place. It's safe to go after them now."

"Professor," Rogue asked in a small voice, "what happened?"

He just continued with his orders. "Scott, their location is already in the Blackbird computer. Jean, you'll need your medical bag."

Rogue's fear turned into downright terror. She grabbed the handles of the professor's wheelchair and leaned threateningly over him. The remnants of the Logan in her growled out, "What happened?"

"Rogue, calm down. Jubilee says he's remembering and that it seems to be painful. We're going to help him, right now."

"You bet your ass, we're going to help." Rogue said, striding away, leaving the other X-Men to hurry behind her.

Jubilee was worried. Sure he'd been scary, he'd ruined her dress, and he'd dragged her out to the middle of nowhere to freeze to death, but now he was bad off, and she didn't know how to help.

The writhing and clutching at his head had given way to a full blown seizure, complete with foaming at the mouth and uncontrolled muscle spasms. She wanted to touch him, try and comfort him, but as he shook, his claws would come out and go back in again. She didn't dare get close.