(=Sasha's POV=):

I felt relieved when Emma departed. I'm weary of the constant 'human' label during our conversations. The truth is, I'm a mutant evading the MRD's grasp. With only my dad and Betty as my protectors, the fear of the MRD's capture haunts me. I've never vocalized it, but nightmares of their brutal methods plague me. Despite occasional unease, I still feel the urge to confront Emma physically.

But anyway, I'm exploring the Xavier Institute, which looks fantastic. The walls were high, and everything inside was beautiful, 'I wonder...' My thoughts trailed off, and that's when I saw Hank coming out of a secret elevator next to me: "Hey, Hank."  I greeted Hank, saw me, and smiled, "Oh, why, hello, Sasha." 

"May I ask you a question?" 

"Of course." Hank chuckled.

"What was it like? When the X-MEN was, you know... alive?" I asked.

(=Hank's POV=):

Intrigued by her question, I glanced at Ms. Ross; it was rare for someone, especially a human, to ask about the past. As I thought about how to respond, memories flooded back, stirring nostalgia and sadness. "It was a unique time," I began. "The X-Men were mutants fighting for coexistence between mutants and humans. We faced many challenges, from mutant foes to government agencies like the MRD. Still, we found success and made a difference."

I reflected on those years. "It was a time of unity; we practiced and supported one another. We were like a family, sharing Professor Xavier's vision of a world where mutants could be open about who they were. It was tough, with losses and sacrifices, but driven by a cause we deeply believed in.

"However, after the school explosion," I frowned, "Xavier and Jean vanished without a trace. Yet Xavier always emphasized that the essence of those days was our shared purpose and the connections we forged. It wasn't only about conflict; it was filled with hope and solidarity." 

Turning to Sasha, who absorbed my words, I added, "Though we faced highs and lows, our goal remains to create change." "That sounds incredible..." She pondered, with her voice trailing off before she asked, "By the way, do you know where Logan is? I meant to discuss returning his motorcycle."

I chuckled and asked, "I don't see why not, but how did it end up at your place?"

"He needed a place to sleep instead of being outside," she replied. "Otherwise, Logan wouldn't get quality rest." 

I smiled softly, realizing her concern for him. "You care about him," I teased gently, causing Sasha to blush. 

"I-I care because he's my friend. Nothing more," she quickly defended herself before I mentioned the secret elevator. She thanked me and went downstairs.

I then went to find Kitty and Bobby, who were chasing each other and sighed, deciding to intervene.

(=Sasha's POV=): Under ground of Xavier Institute...

After talking with Hank about how this place came to be and as a secret superhero team, I couldn't help but feel bad that everything changed after the explosion that caused Xavier to 'disappear' as he called it. The elevator halted, leading me to an empty hallway. Intrigued, I assumed this to be the X-MEN's battle preparation area. 

Later, while walking around, fearful of getting lost, I heard some grunts. Instantly recognizing them, I hurriedly entered the sliding doors as they opened, worried about what I might witness. His tattered grey T-shirt revealed half his strong, muscular chest: 'Oh no, a deja vu is coming back.' I panicked inwardly.

--Flashback starts--

Damnit, which flashback is it now? I saw something, and this is a part where I couldn't stop thinking about his body since I remembered what I told him to take a shower while I was heating some Chinese take-out; Logan had already begun sniffing out the place one more time before turning back to see Sasha's face of embarrassment and smirking: 

" 'Like what you see~.' " He spoke teasingly, standing still naked before me, and saw my face turning beat redder than a red cherry.

" 'G-got o-one of your c-clothes from the grey duffle bag. See YA! O///O." I widened my eyes at the sight before me; I saw myself turning crimson, closing the door shut in his face. After seeing a naked Logan without any towels or clothes on in the matter, I realized I had never felt so embarrassed. That is until her thoughts were snapped when a teasing chuckle came inside the bathroom as her flushed face was already fifty shades of red.

--Flashback ends--

"S...! Sasha!" 

Logan's voice snapped me out of my flashbacks, and I turned around, only to see him running towards me: "Logan, what the-!" Suddenly, I get tackled by Logan, who protects me from some light beam shooting me.

"LOOK OUT!" He grunts in pain at the blaster and starts saying, "Are ya trying to get yourself killed?!" 

"No, I just came down," I yelled back before pushing him off and running to one of the corners where he followed me, "And come to find out that you were almost getting shot?!" "Sasha, you gotta stay down," Logan growled, pushing himself up to a crouching position with his adamantium claws unsheathing from the back of his hands. 

I scanned the hallway for the source of the blasters firing in our direction. It didn't take long for us to spot them, a group of heavily armed androids ready to take us down: "Over your right!" Logan pulled me to my feet, and my instincts kicked in—I realized we were under attack. The sudden blaster fire caught me off guard; clearly, I had arrived at the wrong place and time. 

As the shooting ceased, the chaos temporarily subsided. Logan, looking at me, seemed to notice how shaken I was. Still, I realized this was no place for a civilian (*cough* *cough* mutant), and I couldn't dismiss his concern for me.

"Sasha, stay behind me." He orders, moving in front of me to shield me from any incoming fire. I roll my eyes before disobeying Logan's orders, "As if I need a man to protect me." The training room blasts fireguns again, and Logan quickly dashes to one side, avoiding the shots. I instantly gasped and tried to keep calm while following him from behind. 

The situation escalated rapidly, almost before I could comprehend what was happening because I found myself unable to remove my device behind my ear. This wasn't due to any cowardice or fear on my part; rather, it was because I knew that taking it off would leave me completely vulnerable to being branded a liar and a traitor with just the slightest hint of suspicion. The stakes were high, and I was acutely aware that it was crucial to maintain my cover. 

More importantly, I had a strong desire to keep Logan in the dark about who I truly was until I was fully prepared to reveal the truth about my mutation. As we continued our frantic escape, I came to find out from Logan that this was a training practice, I scolded him for not me about this place as I expertly matched his pace by staying right beside him. 

His expression was intense and focused, yet he seemed surprised that I could keep up; Indicating that he was deeply contemplating the best way to disable the blasters for me. While ensuring that I remained safe and out of harm's way. I could sense the urgency in the air, and we both understood the gravity of the moment as we pushed forward.

"Sasha!" Logan tried to stop me, but I didn't listen since I'm known to be reckless and don't like following the rules. With that, he lunged towards the weapons, using his claws to strike. Not long after he stabbed a droid, I was about to help him with it without using my abilities, which was a mistake on my part. 

This is how I unexpectedly tripped on something, scrapping my knees in the process, and before I could be shot at, Logan pulled me into his chest and shut down the entire room. As I looked up at Logan, his face was filled with relief and frustration. "Sasha, what the hell were ya doing?" he demanded, his voice low and even.

I glared at him, rubbing my scraped knees. "I'm just trying to help," I said, my voice laced with annoyance. Logan sighed and pulled me to my feet, only for me to hiss at the scratch on my knees, "You're not helping," he said. "You're making things worse." 

"I'm not making things worse." I crossed my arms over my chest, "You're just not used to working with someone who doesn't need to be protected constantly." 

Logan's eyes narrowed with a huff before he ripped a piece of his gray shirt to use, kneeling down, and wrapped it around my knees, applying pressure to the scrapes: "You're tough, I get that. But this isn't a game, Sasha." He sighed, "You need to stay outta the line of fire unless you had powers then it would be fine," he said, his irritation clear but mixed with an undercurrent of concern.

I watched his hands, rough and calloused from countless battles, as he fashioned a makeshift bandage. "Since when did you start playing nurse?" I retorted, pushing the annoyance down and forcing a small smirk. His brow furrowed deeper, and the intensity in his gaze didn't falter. "Since you decided to stick around." He leaned back a little to meet my eyes, a flicker of something softer shining through the frustration. 

He stood up after that, not long before we were standing close, and the training room had fallen silent. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing. I could feel the tension building between us, and I knew Logan was eager to leave before things escalated. We locked eyes for a moment, and without hesitation, I felt his left arm slowly wrap around my waist and the closeness of his chest with mine was like fire. 

My heartbeat continued pounding, and I swear I already could feel it coming out of my chest. What's worse is that my face was redder than a tomato, and I loved it. Before we could do anything, I pushed him away because I didn't want to cause trouble: "We should um..."

"R-Right." Logan cleared his throat but then glanced up at the window above us; I tilted my head in confusion before he wrapped my waist again, only for him to jump up into the air where we managed with ease. Only to see another guy with a beard and skinny, wearing an X-MEN suit through the window and he instantly panics: "Logan? Sasha? Where'd you both come from?" 

We both glared at him by motioning for him to let us in after he pressed the button. It turns out that this guy named Forge was the one who created the 'Danger room.' To which Logan grunted and huffed while I didn't say anything: "My danger room!" He complained, "H-How? How could you? I wasn't even finished with it, and now ugh! I gotta start completely over again."

"Forget the danger room," Logan starts, "I need you back on Cerebro." 

The skinny guy named Forge scoffs in disbelief, "You want me off Cerebro, then put me on the black grid, you pulled me out of that, and after that, you put me on the War room," He goes on and on until he finished, leaving curious about the War room but... it was best to not end up in the same incident like earlier. "It's how we're gonna find Charles," Logan tells him.

"Xavier?" Forge widens his eyes and nods with determination, "Oh I'll get right on to it." 

Logan escorted him out of the Danger Room, and I followed in silence, noticing another secret elevator to my right. Curious to explore, I went up and found myself in the hallway again. As I wandered through the Xavier Institute, I soon came across a flight of stairs.

I smiled and eagerly ran up the stairs. Unsure of which route to take, I shrugged and went left, where I found a series of pictures. One particularly caught my eye—a bald man in a wheelchair. I paused to admire the image, assuming it was Charles Xavier. As I studied the photo, a sense of nostalgia washed over me. It reminded me of what Hank told me about the X-MEN. But this wasn't just a Professor to the team; it felt like a beacon of hope for anyone who faced their battles, both seen and unseen.

I leaned closer, noticing the small plaque beneath the picture: " 'Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters.' " I chuckled softly, remembering how Logan would tell me stories about the Professor being the one to guide and help other young mutants harness their unique abilities while weaving a narrative of acceptance and hope.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a light out of the corner of my eye, and stood a doorway slightly ajar, beckoning me with a subtle allure. My curiosity was piqued, and I took a step towards it before gently pushing the door open, I was met with an unexpected sight: a room adorned with walls painted a soothing shade of pale beige, creating a calming atmosphere.

Adorned with colorful educational posters that showcase various subjects such as math, science, sports, languages, history, and literature. On one wall, there is a large green board where the teacher writes important information for all to see. Next to it is a schedule board a clock, and a large window that lets in streams of warm sunlight, casting gentle patterns across the polished wooden floor. 

The sunbeams danced over a cluster of small tables arranged in a semi-circle, each accompanied by bright empty chairs that seemed to invite laughter and conversation. As my brown eyes swept across the space, I noticed a small globe resting on a pedestal and shook my head before I left the room to see where Kitty and Bobby were.

(Logan's POV): The Cerebro room...

Once I got White Queen into the Cerebro room, Forge, and Hank were already in there: "Ms. Frost, I'd like to introduce to you the young man responsible behind—" 

"Let's dispense the pleasantries and get on with it. Hm?" She coldly cuts him off, and the moment she sat down on the chair, I tightly grabbed her wrist and glared into her blue eyes, "You're on hollow ground here, lady. Don't make me regret this." 

She raised an eyebrow, unflinching, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Perhaps you'd rather that I didn't find the Professor, you enjoy being in charge, don't you?—" A smirk graciously crawled up her lips, not leaving my sight from her eyes, she gestured disdainfully at my grip on her, "—Plus the fact that you don't want me near your precious Sasha." I could feel the tension in the air thickening as she spoke, an electric charge that set my nerves on edge. 

"Just do your damn job, lady," I snapped, releasing her wrist but not backing down; the fire in my gut wouldn't allow it. "And stay out of Sasha's mind, are we clear on that?"

She leaned back by putting Cerebro over her head and rested her posture as if she were lounging at some high-society gala instead of the Cerebro room, a technological hive buzzing with potential danger. "Crystal." White Queen stopped before rinsing another smirk as she turned her back on me, "But know that Sasha knows more about you than you think.~"

I took a measured step back, trying to quell the rage boiling beneath my skin. This was no time to let her get into my head or make me second-guess my intentions. "Let's just focus on the task at hand, shall we? Or you will regret ever stepping foot in here," I warned, my voice low but steady.

"Such a lovely threat, Logan,~" she replied, her icy demeanor unfazed. "I must admit, I appreciate a man who knows his weakness." She adjusted the Cerebro headset, smoothing her blonde hair down; Forge and Hank stood off to the side, glancing between us like we were two heavyweights in a prize fight, ready to leap in at the first sign of trouble. 

"Easy there, both of you," Hank finally interjected as he glanced between us and then at Forge, who busied himself with the controls, glancing back as if seeking reassurance, "Okay, g-go ahead and um—" 

"Oh please, I read your mind on the way in." White Queen tells him off with a hint of annoyance before shutting her eyes, manipulating the controls for a few minutes before suddenly gasping and removing her helmet. I approach her, narrowing my eyes with my arms crossed over my chest, "Where is he?" And the next response was a bombshell.

"Genosha."

A/N: In case you all don't know, "White Queen" is a nickname that Logan called her in the comics as a way of playful banter. IN ANY CASE, I'm sorry for not updating as it has been a while since I updated it. But I'd like to thank my twin sis @elenafairchildfair for convincing me to update instead of my Ultraman Netflix 2019 fanfic.