X-Mansion, Westchester NY
Tempest's POV:
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The morning sun rose and slits of light began to sneak through the blinds of Tempest's window. She lays in her queen sized bed against the back wall in the middle of the room, curled up in the center of a nest like mound of blankets. The animal in Tempest always found this way of rest more comfortable, despite how strange it seemed to other people. She stirs, a quiet rumble of content grogginess rising in her chest. She yawns, momentarily blinded by the bright sun, but eventually managed to roll herself out of her nest.
The night was quite eventful.. as always. The nightmares and flashes of memory she had always kept her from decent slumber despite her attempts at drugging herself or some other method to get some shut-eye. Writing about the nightmares in her journal helped gather all of the fragments in one place but hardly really ceased any of the horrors that she experienced in her mind.
She slinks over to her dresser pulling out a pair of bootcut jeans and a band T-Shirt that Rogue lent her. She also tugs on some beat up converse Charles had bought her as her "first pair of shoes." She wasn't exactly wearing much when the group had found her so she was beyond greatful to be out of that dirty hospital gown..
Tempest makes her way out into the mansion halls, only now coming to realize how early she really woke up. It was around 6:30 in the morning so nobody else was really up considering that it was a weekend. The dimly lit hallways were peaceful when they weren't busy with students. Interrupting her thoughts, Tempest's stomach began to grumble hungrily. She decides to go and grab some breakfast from the kitchen to occupy herself.
As she entered, she now knew she wasn't really alone in the mansion. Logan was up early as well, rummaging through the fridge for something to eat.
"Oh! Uhm.. Good morning Logan." Tempest says as she walks inside, sitting at the table in the middle of the kitchen. "Looks like we both had the same ideas."
Logan turns abruptly, but quickly calmed down when he saw it was just Tempest. "Yeah.. Mornin'." He responds dryly, returning to his search for food. With little luck in doing so, he closes the door with a sigh before turning to face Tempest.
An awkward silence was quick to fill the room.
"Sooo... you slept well?" Tempest says with a sheepish smile, trying make conversation.
"If you can call it that." He mumbles tiredly, rubbing one of his eyes with his knuckle.
Geez.. tell us how your really feel..
"Good! Good.." Tempest rose from her chair, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge and a banana from the fruit basket for breakfast. It wasn't much, but she wasn't one to complain about something that didn't really matter. "Well, I'm going to go outside for a bit. Call me if anyone needs me!" She calls behind her as she walks out of the kitchen. Logan simply grumbles in response. Maybe he didn't sleep as good as she thought..
Tempest found the garden of the mansion to be the most beautiful part of living there. The great assortment of flowers and fancy greenery were truly a sight to behold. She usually sat out there to eat breakfast and get some fresh air. It always woke her up the right way. She takes a long drink of her protein shake, admiring the flowers that still remained before the oncoming fall.
Life at the mansion was always loud and busy during the week but the weekend was as peaceful as ever. Tigress, though she enjoyed her friend's company during the week, she also liked to have a moment of peace and quiet.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the back door opening and closing, Logan walking outside. He approaches Tempest and sits on the bench, next to her.
Tempest was a little taken aback that he wanted to sit with her to eat— but then again she was the only other one up as far as she knew. She doesn't say anything for a few moments, just staring at a bush of flowers she knew not the name of.
"Are you always up this early?" Logan finally broke the silence, taking a bite of the breakfast burrito he held in his hand. He follows Tempest's gaze to the flowers, also taking a moment to admire their unique coloring.
"Yeah.. most of the time— If I sleep at all." Tempest shrugged, beginning to peel her banana.
Logan lets out a short chuckle. "What, you got insomnia or something?" He jokes.
"More like amnesia.." She sighed, rubbing her knuckle over one eye while speaking between bites of banana.
Logan's eyes narrowed and he went quiet for a moment. A knowing look crossed his gaze. He sighed, shaking his head as he took another mouthful of burrito. "..You get nightmares?" He raised a brow, turning his head to look at her.
Too nosy..
"So, why are you up so early?" Tempest says with a frown, effectively changing the subject to something that wasn't her sharing her business.
Logan scoffed, cracking a half-smile. "Same as you, matter of fact."
Tempest raised her eyebrows, trying to seem surprised. She of course had already heard about Logan's amnesia, and about how he had nightmares that sent him into a nighttime frenzy, but she never thought he'd be the one to admit it. The memory of how he accidentally stabbed Rogue crossed Tempest's mind, the result of one of his nightmares that almost caused both of their demises. She felt a pang empathy for him, a sense familiarity in his terrors.
Logan broke the silence once again, "Maybe we knew each other and I just don't remember. Though I doubt that's the case."
"Maybe.."
Tempest rose from the bench, picking up the peel of her banana and the empty carton of her shake. "It was nice talking with you, Logan." She smiled, waving behind her as she walked back inside. She had a feeling that she and Logan would make a good team someday.
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A/N:
Again, sorry for the late chapter but this one's longer this time! TYSM for all ur support and ty for reading my little fan fiction. More chapters coming soon! Votes and comments are appreciated!
-Thing
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