(Warren III's POV)Inside the Xavier Institute for Learners...
"...and the finished work should be done by morning. By the afternoon, you'll have your furniture." I finished explaining the school's details to Logan, who walked next to me and listened to everything I said about the reconstruction of the school, "Great." Logan nodded.
I explained further, asking, "So that's the top-to-bottom tour; what do you think?" I waited for his answer but didn't say anything, which got me worried that he was about to doubt the renovation of the school, so I pretended to whine about waking him up from his daze: "Ah, you don't look happy? Why aren't you happy?"
I frowned, only for Logan to close his eyes and reopen them before saying, "Ugh, sorry, Warren." He continued, "You know, new building, old ghosts." His comment made me feel guilty, understanding that Logan is immortal and has a problem with facing old ghosts and memories being lost because of the MRD, and Weapon X had taken a toll on his shoulders.
If only my father could let me be with the X-MEN, I would help anyone with or without powers. But anyhow, Logan then he turned back to me with a small smile and said, "But thanks, man." I felt proud of renovating the school again, especially with his gratitude: "Mhm, thank dear old dad. It's his money." I continued to explain, "Second thought, don't thank him. For some reason, he's under the impression that it is just a regular prep school."
"It's a Good thing the walls are nice and high," Logan said as we continued walking together until I paused and turned to him: "Now, to fill the campus, huh?" I joked and continued: "Which brings up the question? Rogue. Do you plan on getting her back?"
He shook his head, "No, not after she hung us out to dry." Logan confirmed, "The next move is hers." That's when Logan opened the door for me to exit, only for us to see Sasha right at the school's doorstep. My heart fluttered for her as I tried to deny my feelings for her back in college. But even so, I remember the day she rejected me.
The pain of rejection still hurts, but luckily, Sasha was the only human who cared about me, which is one reason we continued to stay friends: "Oh, hey, Warren." Sasha grinned.
"H-Hey, Sasha!" I continue to say as my nervousness takes over. 'Damnit, I cannot change my habit.' "What brings you here?" "Oh, I just came to see the renovations." Sasha answers: "Plus, I'm happy that Logan now doesn't have to sleep in my place anymore."
I blinked a few times before I turned and raised an eyebrow at Logan, "You slept at her place? That's new." I was pretty surprised by this revelation since Logan wasn't much for sleepovers until now.
(Narrator's POV): Earlier...
Over the next couple of weeks, Sasha's wrist began to heal like a 'normal human' when, in reality, she took off her particular device from behind her ear (since she had been tired of using it and took the cast on her wrist) and waited for it to recover without using it too much. Of course, Logan tended to her wrist a bit (he still doesn't know about her claws yet) by ensuring she wore the cast on her wrist with a bit of convincing.
Sasha gave up and let him be until he had to talk and deal with the X-MEN and Warren about the renovations. As soon as Sasha stopped in front of the broken-down gate being taken away by constructors, who then saw her and whistled at how hot she was, already having fun with their eyes on her, She drove inside the place and said:
"Morning, boys~." Sasha winked before getting off her motorcycle and parking it in front of the entrance door of Xavier Institute for Learners School, where she knocked on the door, which was only opened by Warren and Logan.
Now...
"Oh hey, Warren." Sasha grinned.
"H-Hey, Sasha!" Warren continues to say, "What brings you here?"
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"Unidentified Mutant"
ФанфикшнSasha Ross lived alone in Canada for 9 years, now she's back in Washington DC for 3 months until she can hit the road again. Logan has been on the road for months, now it's been one year since he left X-Men until he decided to save someone's life f...
