I finished watching X-Men, The Last Stand and I felt sad for Logan.

Also, I kinda got mad at the world because they treat Mutants like freaks. I would gladly be a mutant, I VOLUNTEER!

Logan grumbled under his breath as he weaved through the crowds of students in the halls.

Today has been a bad day.

Now Charles is calling him to introduce a new teacher.

Apparently she can manipulate any liquids into any phase.

He pushed open the large oak doors to reveal the professor in his usual chair, Storm sitting in one of the chairs, Scott standing up, Jean smiling politely at the noobie.

She wore a flannel over her black tank and ripped jeans, her hair was pulled up in a messy pony, a bag was slung over her shoulder.

"Logan, this is Y/N," The professor introduced. "She's a old friend of mine and is going to be a new addition to the staff."

Logan clicked the door shut behind him as he shook her hand, warily.

She was pretty, he wasn't going to lie. Her polite smile and her soft hands moved with grace.

"Hi," she said, "You must be Logan."

"Well. I don't see any other Logan in here." He replied.

Storm jabbed him the rib, as he grunted in pain.

"Be nice," Storm warned. "Try not to scare her will you?"

She chuckled, "No, it's fine." Her smile was illuminating, "I like sarcasm."

Scott snorted, "I hope so."

Jean rolled her eyes, then smiling at Y/N. "I'll show you around."

Y/N smiled gratefully as Jean opened the door, leading her out.

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Logan tossed and turned, can't sleep, he got up.

His feet touched the cold wood as he tossed the warm covers off of his body.

The door creaked open as he walked towards the kitchen.

Some kids where still up, watching TV, some walking back to their room with a cup of water and some snacks.

Logan didn't care that students where still up, unlike what Storm might've.

He walked to the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty.

He opened the cool fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer before popping it open with his hand.

As he turned around, he jumped, seeing Y/N on the kitchen table with a Popsicle. She wore a thin white tank top and navy blue shorts, her hair in a messy bun.

"That's not healthy, you know." She said, raising a eyebrow at his beer bottle.

He glanced at her cherry red Popsicle. "I could say the same for you."

She shrugged, slipping on the cold surface of the counter. Her smooth legs swung, childlike as her licked her popsicle.

Logan bit the inside of his mouth as he watched her lick it.

"Take a picture," She joked, "It'll last longer."

He just scoffed as he looked away.

"Tell me," She leaned towards him, "Why are all some of the kids up? Shouldn't they be sleeping?"

"Do you care?" He asked,

"I don't mind," she admitted, "but I'm curious, do you guys care?"

"Storm cares but we don't mind," he said, "some have insomniac, or some just want a midnight snack."

"You guys are very relaxed." She smiled, eating a large piece of the Popsicle.

He noticed that some of her Popsicle were starting to melt but as it melt, it immediately became frozen again.

"That's my power you know," She said, noticing him looking, "I can manipulate the phases of stuff."

"Like gas, air, and liquid shit?" He said, frowning.

"Something like that." She said, "You?"

His claws extended out, a slight pain erupted by his knuckles but he showed it to her never less.

"Shouldn't you know already?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I do, I just wanted to see it." She admitted, "Does it hurt?"

He glanced at his claws, saddened. "Every time." He said, softly.

"If it makes you feel any better, yours is way cooler that mine." She offered, biting a chunk off her Popsicle. "I suck at emotions."

He chuckled, "It's okay, I suck at them too."

She smiled, then glancing at the clock. "Well, I gotta get to bed." She said, "being the teacher and all."

He smiled, watching her jump off the counter, shoving the rest of her Popsicle in her mouth, then leaving.

Needless to say, he could sleep now,

Dreaming of the noobie.