(Y/n) opened her eyes, finding herself stood under an old fashioned streetlight that towered over a door. Just a door. The ingress not attached to anything but the frame holding it in place.

"Professor?!" (Y/n) called out, as she looked out into the darkness. He had told her that he would be with her. That he wouldn't let her face this alone. That he........

"I'm here (Y/n). Don't worry." A steady, calming voice came in reply. (Y/n) letting out a sigh of relief as she turned to see Charles come up behind her.

"Where are we, Professor? This doesn't make sense. I thought we were trying to break into my memories." (Y/n) said, as she turned her attention back to the dark green door at stood before her.

"And that is what you are about to do. We have never found ourselves here before, because there were too many blocks put in by the factory when they wiped your mind. But now, with you having looked through the file on yourself, your own mind has broken through those barricades. And by sedating you, we have taken away all the other outside distractions that were getting in the way. So, this is the final step. All you have to do is open the door. Beyond it will be what you seek." Charles informed her. (Y/n) hesitantly placing her hand on the handle and turning it slowly.

"Its locked! How do I get in?" (Y/n) asked, turning back to look at Charles.

"What do you want, (Y/n)? What do you want to know?" Charles enquired, as (Y/n) took a seat on the floor next to his chair.

"I told you. I want to be able to be what I was. To know how to use all I knew. All the abilities I had."

"And why do you want to do that."

"Because I want to help you and the others. To be an X-man if you will have me. And...........and..........."

"And what, (Y/n)?" Charles interrupted. (Y/n) taking in a deep breath as she finally realised what she wanted most.

"Well........I want to be there for Wade. I know that he.....that we can't really be hurt, but.......but he needs someone to watch his back. To stop him from doing all the really dumb things that he has a terrible habit of doing. And I want to do that because I care about the big goofball. Because he's already lost so much. I want him to see that he's more than what Francis turned him into. That it doesn't matter that he doesn't think he's the handsome, charmer that he used to be. That despite all the stupid, ridiculous, hairbrained, nonsensical, idiotic and crazy things that he does. Despite the fact that he is always making unsubtle innuendos and calling me all those dumb pet names. I.........I care about him. I even........oh dear god! I actually love the big douche!" (Y/n) replied with a groan, as she dropped her head into her hands. The female mutant knowing that when she got back from all this, she was definitely not going to tell Wade any of that. Otherwise, he would really be after her wearing a matching outfit.

"Look in your pocket, (Y/n)." Charles said softly, as (Y/n) finally looking up from her hands.

"My pocket?" (Y/n) asked, furrowing her brows in confusion, before she did as she was bid and placed her hand into the pocket of her jeans. Her fingers finding something cold and hard. (Y/n)'s eyes growing wide, as she pulled out the object to find a key nestled in the palm of her hand.

"Now, make your way through the door." Charles told her. (Y/n) jumping to her feet, and placing the key in the keyhole, before cautiously walking through the now open door.

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Wade watched through the glass from the adjoining room, as (Y/n) lay motionless on the table. Charles sitting closed eyed, with his hands on either side of her head. It was all too quiet for him. And it was making him itch. Logan had locked him in the room, and no matter how many times Wade had offered to show him a good time, the feral refused to let him out, stating that he would only get in the way and ruin what (Y/n) and the professor were trying to do. But that didn't mean that he still didn't want to be in there.

He had even promised to be on his best behaviour if the big blue furry thing would let him come into the medical room. That he would sit on his hands and not fidget. That he wouldn't break anything. Or at least he'd try not to. Yet no matter what he had promised, he still found himself locked in this room.

(Y/n) had told Wade what she and Mister Clean had in mind, after she had managed to eject him from the professor's office, so that she and Charles could talk. She had told him that being sedated. That being under, being deeper than she had ever been, might be the only way to access all that buried knowledge and ability. That if she could break through the barriers, then she would finally feel as though she was of some use. That she would be able to go out and hunt down this so called buyer of hers, rather than wait for him to come for her again. Wade finding himself gasping for air as (Y/n) had punched him in the stomach. Obviously not liking his offer of him taking her deeper than she had ever been taken before.

"Logan! Get in here." Hank shouted out as (Y/n) suddenly began to convulse. Her body jolting and jumping on the table. Wade banging on the window as Logan rushed into the room. The feral helping the doctor hold (Y/n) down, as Charles continued to just sit quietly. The unexpected sound of gun shots as Wade blew out the glass and jumped through the opening, not even rousing the telepath as the mercenary raced to (Y/n)'s side.

"What the hell's going on? I thought this was supposed to be safe." Logan growled as he pushed down on (Y/n)'s form. The feral taking the words out of Wade's mouth.

"I........I don't know. But if the professor is still with her, she'll be ok. Just hold her down." Hank replied. Wade joining in, as the three men struggled to keep (Y/n) as still as possible.

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(Y/n) ducked behind a low wall. Shielding her head as bullets bounced off the bricks that offered her a little protection. From the moment that she stepped through the door; she had found herself in one war zone after another. Bullets flying past her head, and the sound of explosions still ringing in her ears. Blood was running from a wound in her arm. And she was sure that at least one of her ribs had been broken, but she had kept on going. She had continued fighting.

The places around her had kept on changing, but one thing always remained the same. She always knew what she was doing. It didn't matter what weapon she picked up; she knew how to use it. She knew martial arts. She knew about bombs and munitions. About electronics and how to crack into computer systems. About.......

"Captain." A voice suddenly came. The rattle of gunfire replaced by the dull rumble of plane engines. (Y/n) turning to see the face of a man that she was sure that she knew. Her eyes darting around the new scene. The inside of a plane's fuselage, replacing the tumbled down and deserted village that she had just been in.

"We are nearing the drop zone. Jump time in twenty seconds, ma'am." The man added, as (Y/n) realised that she was wearing a parachute. The back of the plane opening, as the other people around her made their way to their positions. (Y/n) instinctively moving to the head of the group and readying herself to take the leap. Hoping that if she had known how to do everything else. Then she would know how to do this too. (Y/n) running out into the air as the light in the fuselage turned from red to green. Her body falling easily back to the earth far below.