The X-Project

God knows there's not a chance in hell I'm going to be able to sleep tonight, so what the hell? Don't think Jean's had a chance to make any sort of report to the database yet.

Succinctly. Taygetos ambushed us while we were on our way out of Moldova. Thought I'd taken every reasonable precaution - unpredictable travel patterns, all that crap - but they managed to find us and set up a pretty perfect ambush. I got hit by a psi-bolt that also took out their teleporter, who dropped us both in the Ukraine. It left them with no other option than to take Jean-Paul and try and use him as leverage.

The psi-bolt screwed up my head pretty badly. I was wandering around thinking it was twenty years ago and Mistra had taken GW. So basically, temporarily insane, a few hundred miles away, and totally useless for the duration. Jean straightened my head back out, and it turned out I'd gotten some useful information about their whereabouts from the teleporter when we'd both been staggering around bleeding from the nose.

They let one of their telepaths loose on Jean-Paul. Tore his mind apart and put it back together intending to use him as a weapon against whoever came to rescue him. I'd go into more detail but I've done enough throwing up in the last few days.

Bringing him back wasn't easy. That's all I'm going to say about that. Fixing the damage is going to be worse. Charles and Jean have been working since we came back and they've hardly scratched the surface. I can't get into the details, I just can't, but it's really bad.

I'm going to be in the infirmary most of the time for the next little while. I seem to be able to help. Part of his mind's recognizing me, at least. If there's anything I can do to stop him from slipping away from us, I've got to do it.