This chapter is a flash forward of sorts about a year or two after Logan was rescued in Apocalypse. The next chapter will begin an arc set a year before Logan is rescued.

"Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm blind
Thinking I can see through this and see what's behind
Got no way to prove it, so maybe I'm lying"

(Human- Rag'n'Bone Man)

Hank was staring at him, another one of his odd looks on his blue face. Charles grunted to truly get his attention, "What's wrong with you?"

The shriek Hank let loose was viciously reminiscent of him as a teenager, and he slammed his hands on his computer screen. "Some warning!"

Charles frowned at him, "What's troubling you, Hank?"

Hank's eyes shifted nervously about, and, without going too deeply, Charles couldn't ascertain what was wrong with him, "Um…I was restoring a computer drive, one of the ones we got from uh…Stryker's lab."

Charles grimaced at the name, "I didn't think you'd found anything."

Hank's scent turned even more sour and his heart rate spiked even higher, "I got a video, it's still pretty rough, but…it's enough to know way more than I wanted to. I'm not really sure what this is, but…damn, just watch. I need to not be the only one with this in my head. I'm sorry, Charles." He hid his face in his arms as he pressed play.

The black screen popped into picture, and Charles felt like he'd been punched in the gut by an eighteen wheeler. "Jesus Christ." He gasped out, horrified.

It was the room Logan had been held in, with him standing just inside the door as if he'd been shoved in just moments before, but he wasn't alone in the room. There was a female in there with him. Long red hair spilled over her shoulders as she lay on a thin cot, curled in on herself, crumpling the plain blue dress she was wearing.

She shot up from the cot, and glanced towards the camera, revealing her young delicate face before turning her tear stained eyes back to the man who had just entered the room. The man on the tape crossed the room in a blur, pinning her to the wall in one swift motion.

Then Charles realized that the video wasn't silent.

When her back hit the wall, the female screamed and video Logan roared, growling deeply as he shoved her dress up to her hips and pulled his shorts down. She continued making horrible sounds as the creature with Logan's face took the female violently. She pushed against his shoulders and threw her head back against the wall, but the man violating her didn't stop.

"Turn it off." Charles growled at Hank.

Hank shook his head, "No, you need to keep watching."

The male on the screen groaned, thrusting into the female one last time and stilling there. The female, to her credit, pounded her fists on his shoulders and yelled, "You son of a bitch!"

Charles expected her death to follow shortly after, or maiming by his claws. Instead the screen Logan nuzzled into the side of her neck and she slid her hands into his long hair. The girl started talking, kissing the side of his face, "I was so scared they'd hurt you. You okay?"

The male's reply shocked the horrified audience even more. He simply growled, "Mine", before pulling out of her and nipping the side of her neck, and moving down her body. To her stomach.

Charles felt sick, "She's pregnant."

Her condition had somehow been obscured until then, but the swell of her midsection was unmistakable. The man on the video nuzzled the bump, and the female smiled, "We're okay. Baby's just upset that Mommy got a little too anxious, kicked the crap out of me."

The growl he let out then was different from the ones they'd heard before on the video. He pulled her dress up, revealing her stomach, which was mottled with bruises on the right side. He put his hand over the bruises, a furious expression on his face. The woman put one of her hands over his and put the other on his face, "Hey, I'm fine, honest." She giggled shortly, "Better then fine after that greeting." The look he gave her was terribly familiar to Logan, but the woman seemed unfazed, smoothing her dress down, "I swear these look worse then they are."

She grimaced suddenly, grabbing her stomach, "Oh, have to say that greeting probably wasn't the best for my current situation." Logan looked stunned. She laughed again, "Yeah, seems our little bug really didn't like you being gone." She looked genuinely alarmed for the first time, "I don't suppose you know anything about childbirth, do you?" He just looked at her, horrified.

The next few minutes of video were essentially just the female gritting through the early stages of labor, trying to keep the feral mutant calm, babbling incessantly. Then the door to the cell opened again, and the pair both turned to face it, clutching each other. The female let loose her own growl at the sight of a herd of armed guards, "Oh, hell no, you're not taking him again."

But they weren't after Logan. They were after her, yelling at 'Weapon X' to get back or they'd put a bullet in her brain. She fought but was obviously holding back for the sake of her child, and was held by two of the guards in minutes. The guards kept screaming, trying to get her out.

Logan kept fighting. Then he got too close to his female.

The screen went black in the struggle, but the audio kept playing for a few seconds, long enough for an ear piercing female scream, a gunshot, the sound of a body hitting the floor, and Logan's ground shaking roar.

Charles stared at Hank, "Do we know who she is?"

Hank shook his head. "No, without any idea of where she's from or her name…there's really no way to figure out who she is…unless we ask Logan."

Charles rubbed his hands over his head, "We can't do that. He's close to being in a good place, this…knowing he was with a female, knowing…she's dead…that would destroy him."

"So we say nothing, we just keep this to ourselves?" Hank asked, blinking at Charles.

He nodded in reply, "I can hide the knowledge from you, if you'd like, but no one else can know. There's nothing about this that would bring anyone anything but pain. There's nothing we can do now anyway, she's long dead. They both are."