YOU'RE LOSING ME ✦ WOLVERINE

CHAPTER ELEVEN

SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15TH — 2007

THE NEXT MORNING, both Clara and Logan woke realizing that they had slept through the night with not a single nightmare plaguing them.

Logan had woken up first, and he took that time to admire Clara, fast asleep still. He decided for a moment to ignore everything else that had ever happened, and take her in.

For the first time since Kayla and Victor, he'd met someone with a healing factor. But she had never met anyone like her, which meant he could tell her everything he knew.

He shook himself out of his thoughts, and studied her again. She really was beautiful. And around the same age Jean would've been, by this point. She was...So different from Jean, but...He liked that. He didn't want someone who would be a clone of her.

Clara's eyes fluttered open and then closed, and then she groaned, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?" She asked, and Logan rolled over to check his phone on the nightstand.

"It's about 10:30," He replied, and then rolled back over to look at her.

"Man, we slept in, didn't we?" Clara said, looking up at the ceiling before over to him. "And I'm not imagining what happened last night, am I?"

Logan held his right fist up to the ceiling, and his claws came out. "Nope. Not a dream."

Clara sat up, stretching and yawning. She grabbed his arm, bringing his fist closer so she could look at his claws. "These are so interesting," She murmured. "And it definitely explains all those spark-like feelings we kept getting when we first met."

"What do you mean?" Logan asked, flexing his hand and letting her continue to look.

"Oh," Clara said, realizing. "I didn't tell you. Well, I have a second power I got the same night as my mutation. Okay, let me explain."

She let Logan have his hand back, and he retracted his claw, and sat up in bed as well. She rolled her neck, and then began. "So, my birth father's name was Stephen. When I was a teenager, he killed my mother and started trying to craft me into his perfect little winter soldier he could personally use."

Logan's heart dropped. How much suffering had Clara gone through?

"The night that the winter soldier was sent to my home, he killed my father first, and then came to kill me. I, by some god given strike of luck, managed to revert him back to Bucky. My father had been brewing up some sort of potion that would transform me entirely into a mindless assassin. He was aiming for a liquid lobotomy, basically. But he didn't make that. Instead, he made something that...Electrified me, so to speak. Began my delayed mutation process."

He felt like throwing up. Now he understood why why she had so many locks on her doors. And why she had fallen in with...What had she called him? Bucky?

"I didn't realize what it was for a very long time, but your friend Hank's studies actually helped me identify it, eventually. I have a power called technokinesis. I'm able to communicate with and fix electronics." Clara looked over at the TV across the living room, and tilted her head to the right. Her eyes went silver, and the TV turned on. She blinked, and it changed the channel. She blinked again, and it went off.

She looked back over at Logan, who stared at her, mouth wide. "I knew you could do something with electronics!" He exclaimed. "I caught you that night, in Jerry's bar. When his TV started acting weird. When it went back to normal, you looked at me and your eyes were silver. I honestly thought that was what your mutation was."

Clara chuckled. "Yeah, I knew I'd gotten myself caught, too. Jerry knows about both my mutation and my power. Later, I'll show you how I actually fix electronics."