"Unidentified Mutant"

The Hindsight of the threat.

A couple of days later, Sasha finally got my chance to get back in shape after staying indoors and doing some chores at home. Her ribs are healed, and she's now riding her motorbike to the old Xavier School for gifted youngsters. 

Spotted the sign next to her, Sasha stopped before she drove in and parked her car in front of the main house, where Logan had been walking towards her. 

He seemed surprised that she came but immediately said, "Morning, Sasha." 

While holding out three bags of McDonald's, Sasha chuckled: 

"Morning," Sasha said. "I brought breakfast and my secret-blend coffee."

Logan chuckled, then gestured to the ruins of the X-Men school.

Sasha stared, a mix of awe and sadness on her face, recognizing its importance to him. Curbing her desire to trigger painful memories, she asked, "What was it like? The school, I mean. How did it work? What did it look like?"

Logan stiffened, turning away. Sasha inwardly cringed, regretting her question. It dredged up his X-Men past, a life she'd declined to join nine years ago. The question also stirred her own memories, reminding her how difficult it was to keep their earlier meeting in Elkford a secret.

It pains her every now and then, but the kiss at the plane and their nights of having sex in her old cabin made her unsure whether Logan would recognize her or not, so now she won't try to get close info about him since... the Logan she knew was half-gone. 

"It was..." Logan trailed off and started again. "It was a place where all the mutants could be however they wanted to be, act normal, and learn how to control their abilities. I was a history teacher and trainer for battle combat." 

Sasha nods in understanding while looking around the ruins around her, "Really?" Sounding impressed: "I'm impressed that you know history."

"What can I say? I'm too good," Logan playfully joked and this made Sasha laugh lightly before she sensed him trying to take the coffee from her grasp but missing it: "Hey!" "Nuh-uh." She teased and scolded him playfully, "We eat together, not before." 

He deadpans, "You really intend on making me starve?" 

This earns him a sly grin from Sasha.

"No, you're immortal." She points out by putting her finger on his chest, "You have claws made of adamantium, you have a fitted muscular body for eternity, AND let's not forget that I raced you, which I lost to you in a motorcycle." 

He crosses his arms, huffing and turns away with a smirk, "Touche..." That's when he remembered what she just said: "Did you just call me 'fitted muscular body of eternity' bub?~" Logan smirked flirtatiously before lifting the broken concrete wall to reveal the hole.

"W-What? N-no!" Sasha stammered, attempting a defense. "I only explained it by examining you." His smirk widened as he caught on. "Yeah, sure," Logan replied, unconvinced, already amused by her reaction. 

Sasha's heavy blush deepened her pout when she spotted the hole. Quickly changing the subject, she asked, "How do we get down—AH!?!"

Logan's sudden action—grabbing her waist and jumping—elicited a gasp. She nearly moaned at his touch but suppressed the sound, glaring at him as soon as they landed."Next time, a little reminder before jumping into the hole." 

When she said and turned to face Logan, she was met with his nose touching hers. 

Both froze, his blue eyes staring into her brown ones as her face heated up, the way Logan was staring at her made her knees weak.