X-Mansion basement.
Logan's POV.
Logan narrows his eyes as Charles began to feel the presence of a new mutant more strongly. Logan was following him along with Storm, Jean, and Cyclops back into the metal-clad basement. As they approached and Charles' senses became stronger, so did the scent he smelled earlier. Pine, sweat and stress. Logan was skeptical of the old man, so decided to question him as they walked.
"How did you even know somebody was down here? Are you some kind of psychic?" He asked, cocking a brow at Charles as the group followed.
"You're not the only one with gifts, Logan.." The same voice in Logan's head whispered. He now realized the voice sounded a lot like Charles. So.. he was a psychic?
Charles raised a hand, causing the group to come to a sudden stop. He points towards the garage door, a wary look in his eyes. "Whoever it is, they're inside the blackbird. Try not to provoke them. They seem docile.. but we still must be cautious."
Logan approaches Charles, a knowing look in his eyes. "Hold on there, doc. I should go get em'. I'm the least likely to get hurt here after all."
The rest of the group looked at Logan and then looked down at Charles. They all looked unsure if this was the best idea but they didn't object. Logan did wake up without any injuries after being beaten to a pulp, and there wasn't anything he could do if he went to check it out. They doubted he knew how to properly fly a jet anyways.
Charles knew the risks of sending Logan into the room, but he did agree that his healing factor gave him an advantage the others didn't possess. He lets out a sigh, nodding in agreement.
"If you really think you're capable.. Don't try to do anything or I will send my associates in." Charles spoke firmly.
Logan nods, approaching the door to the garage slowly. He sniffs the air, the smell from earlier strong at this point. Charles telepathically opens the door, momentarily startling Logan, but he shakes it off and walks inside.
He sees the blackbird, the large black jet him and Rogue flew in on. The garage was the same metal as the hallways, except much more spacious. As Logan listened in closer, he could hear quiet shallow breaths. Quick and frantic, clearly a result of fear. Logan knew nightmares well, though he didn't know how to comfort someone going through it. Babysitting was never his strong suit.
Logan climbs up the stairs of the jet, peeking around the corner. He didn't see someone immediately but the shaking breaths seemed to come from the back of the plane. He proceeds down the aisle and eventually comes to the back of the seats. This is when Logan truely saw what that noise was coming from.
A young woman sat curled in a ball, her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped in a self-hug. Logan knew immediately she was a mutant. She wore nothing but a hospital gown and her hair was cut into a short pixie cut that had a natural red hue. Her eyes were closed, but when she bared her teeth Logan could see they were sharp like a feline's. Small tiger ears popped out of her head and were constantly changing directions, straining to hear whatever she was dreaming about. Her fisted hands had small black claws replacing each of her fingernails. Lastly, a long feline tail extended from her lower back, curling around her body protectively.
Logan found himself conflicted. What was he supposed to do? Grab her and shake her awake?
He kneels down, hesitantly raising his hand to her. He squeezes the woman's shoulder.
"Hey.. wake up you're having a nightmare." No response. "Cmon. Wake up lady."
Suddenly, she jolts awake. She lets out a strained yelp, her eyes opening wide to meet Logan's. She slowly sits up.
"You okay?"
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Tempest's POV.
Tempest awoke with a shake, finding herself still inside the jet, only someone was with her. It was the man she has seen unconscious earlier. He kneeled in front of her, his hand squeezing her shoulder. She was silent, eyeing him wildly, like a cornered animal. He finally spoke.
"You okay?" He asks.
It was now that Tempest was fully awake. She sprung at him, shoving him into the wall behind him as her claws sunk into his chest. She let out a loud snarl. She didn't know who this guy was or how he found her but she wasn't about to go down without a fight. Hell, she would kill him if she had to. The man grunted painfully as he fell back. His arms gravitate to his sides, supporting his body as she drove her weight ontop of him.
"Ngh! Hey- calm down I'm not trying to hurt ya!-" he croaked, his eyes widening as they bore into hers.
Tempest butts him harder against the wall, speaking in a low growl at him. "Who the hell are you? What do you want with me?!" She hissed.
The man manages to shove her off, now pinning her against the opposite wall. "Like I said I'm not here to hurt ya.. how'd you even get in here anyways?" He cocks a brow.
"I saw your camper crash.. and I followed those two people who picked you and that girl up. I was tired.. I would have died if I didn't try to hitchhike." Tempest answered, her eyes narrowing as she pushed against him. However, the man didn't move a muscle.
"So you were stalking me?"
"No! I was.. running away."
The man looked a little more confused.
"Must have been running from something horrible if you'd run in full snow wearing that.." His eyes trail down her body, before returning to her eyes. He moves away from her, sitting in front of Tempest normally. Criss-cross style.
"I.. can't really remember actually.." she answers jadedly.
The man's brows furrowed.
"How long had you been running?"
"About a day."
"Were you being chased?"
"As far as I know, I wasn't."
Tempest was getting tired of the questions.
"Look, I didn't want any trouble. I just wanted to get out of the cold. I'll leave if you want." She says, starting to stand up. The man stood up with her.
"This isn't really my.. uh.. house.. so I can't tell ya to leave. But I think these people here would help you." He says, holding out his hand to Tempest. She stares at it warily. "They did save me after all. And I didn't even ask for it."
Tempest considered his offer. She didn't know these people, and he didn't seem to either, but he seemed to trust them enough. For now. She couldn't afford to go back into the middle of nowhere anyways. Tempest takes his hand, allowing him to guide her out of the jet and out of the garage room. She was met with a group of four.
A bald old man in a wheelchair.
A tall, serious looking woman with ruby red hair.
The woman with white hair.
And the man with the visor, now wearing glasses.
The bald one spoke up.
"So it was you hiding in my blackbird, hm?" He spoke in a sarcastic firmness. A smile tugged at his lips.
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A/N:
WERE GONNA HAVE A PART 3 TO THIS CHAPTER!!!
please stay tuned for that lol. This chapter was less enjoyable for writing soooo i gotta lock in next time. TY FOR READING! LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS IN THE COMMENTS IF YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY! TYYY AGAIN!!
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