"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 right, 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 Mc'Donalds, Sasha chuckled, "Morning to you too, Logan." She continued, "I got some breakfast. And homemade coffee made with my secret blend, which I won't tell."

This made Logan chuckle before he showed her the ruins of the X-MEN school for gifted youngsters, Sasha stared at everything in awe yet, held sadness and a frown at how much it meant to him. 

Nevertheless, she didn't want to make him have flashbacks, but the curiosity about what it or how it was before made her speak up: "What was it like?" 

"Hm?" 

"The school, I mean." Sasha bit her lower lip. "How does it work? What did this place used to look like?" 

All of a sudden, Logan stood and didn't dare look at her. Sasha mentally facepalmed herself for asking about deja vu moments of his life in X-MEN since she rejected the offer of joining him nine years ago. Somehow, it's hard for her to lie to his face about the fact that they met in ElkFord town. So many memories were coming back to Sasha. 

It pains her every now, 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." "Really? I'm impressed that you know history."

"What can I say? I'm too good," Logan teased. This made Sasha chuckle 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, who responds: "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 you to in a motorcycle." 

"Touche... did you just call me 'fitted muscular body of eternity' bub?~" Logan smirked flirtatiously before lifting the concrete broken wall to reveal the hole; Sasha tried to defend herself: "W-What?! N-n-no! I only explained it by examining you." Sadly, he caught on quickly by growing his smirk. Yeah, sure." His response caused her to blush heavily, and Sasha immediately changed the subject: "How do we get down? AH!" 

It went from curiosity to gasp as Logan jumped down by holding and wrapping Sasha's waist firmly, which almost caused her to slip out a moan at the weak spot of his touch, but she ignored it. She glared 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 in time, his blue eyes stare into her brown ones as her face heated up, the way Logan was staring at her made her knees weak, 'He is staring at me. Is he... does he recognize me by my appearance? No, it can't be.' Sasha thought, although their breath hitched from how close their bodies are pressing together by Logan's one muscular arm around her waist, her heart was pounding and she slowly watched him fix her black hair behind her ear: