Sweet dreams or beautiful nightmares

[Christine MacTaggart]

Christine stirred slowly, rubbing her temples slowly, trying to massage the ache from them. Too early to be dealing with this, she thought as she leaned over to her bedtable, nearly falling out but managing to catch herself before she did. She grabbed her quarry - a simple, nondescript bottle and the water bottle next to her lamp - and curled in on herself as she took two painkillers and sipped her water.

Damn migraines, never cut her any slack. Bet Xavier never had a day like this. She gave a tiny pathetic mewl of pain and buried herself deeper into her bed. Maybe she could skip the training session in the danger room? Then again, she groaned as she untangled herself. It was a dangerous thought to skip a training session - especially if it was run by Logan.

She stood up slowly, all the time praying that she could get through the day without resorting to violence because of the pain. However, knowing her housemates - that thought was not exactly logical.

Odd, she thought, rubbing her forehead. Why did she have a memory of sleeping with a cajun swamp rat?

[Christine MacTaggart]

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts - the ones that rattled and rolled and made no sense. Dinosaurs, goddesses, that.. made no sense and yet at some horrible moment in time, did. She placed her hands to her head, covering her ears as if to block out the sounds of voices, sounds of something that existed once, but no more.

Why did she remember serving with a man garbed in crimson and golden metal? She frowned, trying to bat away the foreign memory. Surely that wasn't real. She froze for a moment, a look of horror dancing across her features as she realized something.

Her name. Why couldn't she remember her name?

[Christine MacTaggart]

Okay, panicking was out. Couldn't do that and alert people to her distress. If she didn't know who she was, how would she know if she could trust them? She took a steadying breath and pulled her knees tightly under her chin. Breath in, breath out. Steady. Focus. Pull yourself together, she mentally reprimanded herself - as her powers rattled the windows in her room, indicating the level of her mental, emotional distress. A crack formed and that startled her, shattering her control - and the windows.

She winced a little but did nothing but stare for a long space of a heartbeat. She rose shakily and padded over to the window, staring at it. "Did I do that?" she whispered, stunned.

[Christine MacTaggart]

She shakily backed away from the window, still clearly stunned that she had broken it. "Somehow, I don't think that's a good thing," she whispered. She silently made her way to her door, all the while still looking at the shattered window. She gulped quietly and slipped out of the room.

Maybe.. just maybe.. she'd run into someone who knew who she was.

OOC: continued elsewhere