"What happened to her?"
Logan placed Dawn's limp form onto the bed and looked up at Kitty.
"I have no idea. She ran into me in the hall, scared out of her mind. I thought something had happened to you. I pop out my claws,and she faints dead away."
Kitty shook her head. "We need to get the Professor. We woke up this morning, and it's like she didn't even know who I was. She didn't know my name. I told her I was her wife and she freaked even more."
"So, she had amnesia or something? Doesn't know who she is?"
"I don't know. She was calling for Buffy, so it's not like she's forgotten everything."
"Kitty. Logan. We should take Ms. Summers down to the infirmary.
Kitty turned, relief evident on her face when she saw the Professor in the doorway.
"I could hear her," he said by way of explanation. "Her thoughts, her fears. She was practically screaming."
Kitty looked at Dawn's prone figure, tears forming in her eyes. She reached down and stroked her young wife's face. "We're going to figure out what's wrong, Dawnie," she whispered. "We're going to bring you back to me."
Hank McCoy was working the infirmary when Logan entered, carrying Dawn cradled in his arms. Kitty and Xavier were close behind.
"Where should I put her?" Logan asked.
Hank pushed up his glasses, which had slid down his nose, and hurried over. "What happened to her?"
Logan shook his head, "We're don't know. She fainted, but there's something else wrong too. She's lost her memory; she woke up this morning and didn't know who Kitty was."
"Oh, my. Please, put her down over here."
"I'm not sure we want to wake her immediately."
"Why not?" Kitty asked the Professor.
"It would be easier for me to try to get into her mind now. I might be able to figure out what happened."
"Well, it appears that young Dawn is waking up on her own." Hank stood over the bed where Dawn had been placed.
Dawn's eyes slowly blinked open. When she saw Hank standing over her, her eyes went wide. She yelp and scrambled into a sitting position.
"You're blue!" she exclaimed. "And furry!"
Hank turned to Kitty, "It would appear that you aren't the only person that Dawn doesn't remember."
The Professor wheeled over to the bed. "Dawn. I'm Charles Xavier. I take it that you don't remember any of the people in this room?"
"He's blue and furry," Dawn repeated. "I didn't know demons came in blue and furry.
"He's no demon, kid." Logan spoke up, "He's a mutant. We're all mutants."
"You're all what now?"
There was a silence as the mutants in question exchanged looks. It was Xavier who spoke first.
"Dawn, what's the last thing that you remember?" he asked gently.
"I remember last night. Willow had organized an ice cream sundae party for the Slayers. We watched the Nip/Tuck marathon, and I went to bed." Dawn shook her head, "The next thing I know I'm waking up in a strange bed with a woman I don't know who claims to be my wife. Which is is weird 'cause I've never really liked girls in that way before. And you think if I got married to one, I'd remember it."
Kitty had tears in her eyes as she came closer to Dawn. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around her and comfort her, but she knew that it would just make things worse.
"Dawn, you've told me about that night. You've said it was one of the best times you spent at the Watcher's Council. But, sweetie, that happened almost three years ago."
Dawn pulled her legs up to her chest, shaking her head. "That's not possible."
Xavier put a hand on her arm. "Dawn, I'm not sure why you've forgotten your life here at the mansion, but we have many talented people here. We will figure out what happened to you."
Tears were beginning to fall down Dawn's cheeks. "I just want to talk to my sister. I want to see Buffy."
There was another awkward silence; this time it was Kitty who broke it.
"Dawn, that's not...that's not possible."
"Oh, God. She's dead again, isn't she?"
"No, no." Kitty said quickly. "But you need to know what happened to you two-and-a-half years ago. And the things that have happened since. Why don't we go to the kitchen and get some tea? This is going to be a long story."