(Sasha's POV): At the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning...

When I arrived in Washington, it was midnight, and my priority was to go straight to the Xavier Institute school. In haste, I carelessly parked my motorcycle, causing it to fall. As I rushed towards the hole, my heart was pounding with fear, and I wondered if something terrible had happened to the others. 

But first, I had to call Logan; I waited for permission but got no answer: 'C'mon, Logan. Pick up, please. Damn it, I hope he's alright.' Then the call went to voicemail, and that it was. Then I started to see it was 16 times, and the overwhelming feeling got the best of me. With enough courage, I walked away before I ran towards and jumped into the hole; I landed on my feet but slipped when I used my hands to protect myself from falling on my face. 

Instead, I used my right wrist to steady myself more than the other one; Only to break it. I covered my mouth from screaming in pain, only to hiss a bit before I got up and searched, but there was no one around. I continued to call out, hoping that someone would respond and ease my growing anxiety:

"Logan?" No answer.

"Kitty?" Strike two. 

"Scott?" Strike three.

"Hank?" Still no answer. This is strike four.

"Guys, are you all in here?" Strike five, and I'm out.

Worried about everyone, I felt my heart pounding even worse, and I didn't even realize someone was behind me: "Sasha?" 

With instincts, I didn't care who it was, but I punched the person straight in the face and backflipped him to the floor with his arm this close to breaking it when I suddenly recognized the grunt from anywhere. With the relief of seeing him, the mix of fear and anxiety started melting away, and I felt confused: "Logan?" I panicked. 

On the other hand, Logan was shocked: "Ngh, Yeah, I guess I should've announced myself sooner. Sorry, darlin'." After I let him go, I watched as he got off the floor and rubbed his shoulder, giving me a wry smile. "But you've got quite the punch there."

I blushed at his words before saying, "I... I didn't m-mean t-to hurt you." I stammered, "I was so worried about you that I called Warren to ask if he could tell me what happened." 

Logan's expression grew serious, and he narrowed his blue eyes at me: "Yeah, Rogue set us up; that's what happened." 

My eyes widen in disbelief, "What do you mean, 'Rogue set us up'?" 

"She's joined the Brotherhood, that's what!" My heart was still racing, but now it was for a different reason. The shock of Logan's revelation hit me hard. I had known Rogue just yesterday, and the idea of her turning against the X-Men was challenging to process. But, under the circumstances, I understood it: "No way, Logan. Are you sure?" Sasha asked, her voice trembling with a mix of concern and disbelief.

Logan's expression remained stern as he replied, "Yeah, darlin'. She helped the Brotherhood ambush us by the MRD." He explains it to me: "We managed to escape, but it wasn't easy. They had the element of surprise on their side." I listened while I struggled to process this information. 

Rogue, a trusted team member, had betrayed her home and her family of the X-MEN. It was a bitter pill to swallow: "But why, Logan? Why would she do something like this?" Logan shook his head, his frustration evident. "I don't know, Sasha." He angrily kicked a couple of boxes. Rogue had convinced herself to switch sides so it could all be a trap." 

Still processing this new information, my mind began racing with many questions as I wondered about the other members: "What about the others? Are they safe?" He nodded, "Yeah, they're all fine. They went to sleep earlier after the set-up." 

I nodded, "That's good to hear. Ow!" I winced about my wrist hurting as I was about to take off the D5 device from behind my ear to heal in secret so Logan wouldn't find out. Unfortunately, Logan's gruff hand pulled me away, and I winced again: "Are you hurt?" 

"Nop." I lied.

"Sasha." Logan's deep voice said my name while gripping it a bit. I swallowed because I could not help but feel myself growing hot, but I immediately told him, "I uh...kinda jumped into the entrance?" 

A heavy sigh of annoyance came from him, and he released his grip on my arm. "You sure know how to make an entrance, darlin'," Logan grumbled, though I could detect a hint of amusement in his voice. He took and made me sit on a chair before gently examining my wrist and muttered, "Looks like you've got yourself a pretty good break there." I winced as he touched my injured wrist, but his fierce touch surprisingly felt comforting. 

"Yeah, I think so," I admitted, trying to hold back the pain. "I'll heal it later; don't worry about me." It was evident that Logan grew worried about me, which made me nervous until he left to get something. Later, he returned and held a first-aid kit box; I watched him sit beside me before Logan said, "It's swelling; stay still." 

"Ok." I quietly replied as his hands began to touch my skin like I was a fragile glass; I couldn't help but watch Logan do his work while I eyed every detail about him: His broad shoulders, his arms, his hands, his hair, his blue eyes, and god damn, his baritone and gruff voice is what made me fall for Logan nine years ago, still affected me. 

I was 17 at the time, and he was like around... damn I think he turned 200 by now. Suddenly, deep thought about how much he had forgotten about me made me feel butterflies in my stomach: "You should get that fixed up sooner rather than later, Sasha." He said more seriously. "We can't have you running around with a busted wrist."

I nodded, grateful for his concern, and realized that even all the things that had happened to Logan were still unknown to me; along with the chaos and betrayal, there was a strange sense of comfort in having Logan by my side. He's someone I cannot rely on much like before. 

Apparently, Logan seemed to be a constant reminder of the past; it felt like one rock in the storm had started to evolve, and I felt a growing connection with him. Because now, this is a different life. I'm now older, and I couldn't deny that I was still attracted to him; as my brown eyes were met with his intense blue eyes, I couldn't help but blush again.

Logan must have noticed because he raised an eyebrow and gave me one of his flirtatious smirks: 'Damn it. He's still affecting my fantasies again!' 

"You okay there, darlin'? You're turning as red." 

I stammered, "I... I'm fine, Logan. Just a bit shaken up from everything that's happened." I quickly changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on my feelings at that moment; I heard a chuckle coming from Logan before I glanced away by looking around the lab, which seemed eerily empty at this hour, when I heard Logan saying: "All done. Just need to rest it for 6 or 8 weeks." 

"Fine." I sighed in defeat before watching his gruffy fingers, a small bow at the end of the bandage: "What's our plan now? How do we deal with Rogue and the Brotherhood?"

"For the moment, we cannot do anything." Logan looks at me, "Rogue chose a side, and she chose the Brotherhood. That's all there is." Feeling bad for Logan, I placed my free hand over him before holding it gently, not wanting him to feel let down about everything now that the Registration Act for Mutants signing will happen; I just hope it ends."

After the conversation, I asked Logan if he wanted to sleep at my place for the night. He declined, but I insisted because I was on a mission to help him return the X-MEN to its former glory, as he was in my life, and I didn't want him to feel lonely. In defeat, Logan agreed, and we drove to my place.

(Logan's POV): Time skip~

Parking our motorcycles in Sasha's backyard, I followed her inside the house—this time, the kitchen. I asked, " Have you got any beer?" 

"In the fridge." I nodded before I opened it up, where I could see a stack of beers, fruits, sweets, and other leftover food. 

After I took a beer, I opened it until Sasha returned with a dark green blanket, a pillow, and a bedsheet: "Oh, you're the first person ever to be invited for a sleepover." Sasha smiled, "Just to let you know beforehand." I stop in my tracks from drinking when, all of a sudden, I get a flash of some sort inside my memories.

⚠️Flashback...

What is this?... From the looks of it, I figured out while I saw myself remembering one of--Dreamcatchers? Huh, that is something I could see back in the Civil War in America. I heard about it...If this is my past life, I could look more profound: "Oh, you're the first person ever to be invited for a sleepover. She smiles, "Just to let you know beforehand." 

Her voice echoed; I nodded at her, but what I heard made me turn around with a shocked expression on my face. Not knowing what to say or respond about it, I almost seemed to be in relief: " 'So, I'm the first guest. Does that make me special?~' " I watched myself tease the woman in front of me. Apparently, her hair was brown, her skin was white, and her body was slim. 

The only problem with trying to know who this woman is. 'Is that her eyes are blurred? Damn it, who is she? And why did I flirt with her?' I watched as I did it once more, and she suddenly blurted a small 'Yes' to me, causing me to blink and watch more of my past self, who flinched in shock but relaxed with a victory grin at her and saw the woman stammering: 

" 'N-no! Nononono, t-that's-s n-not what I mean, I-I Argh! I can't f*cking believe you tricked me into saying it!' " Laughter echoed throughout the entire cabin. I see how much I continue laughing at her as she tries to deny it, but it is already late.

Ended for now...

I accidentally dropped the beer bottle, causing it to shatter on the floor. I placed a hand over my face and sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter to calm down. Sasha, who was in the room, looked at me with concern and asked, "Are you okay?" I ignored her question, not wanting to cause any trouble. "Just a flashback, nothing important." I got up and went to get another bottle of beer, not noticing the frown on Sasha's face. 

"I suppose having a sleepover guest is new to you?" I teased as I leaned against the counter, arms crossed. 

Sasha blushed and looked away. "Yes, you could say that," she replied, fixing the couch with extra bedsheets and placing a pillow and blanket for me to sleep in. "Okay, all done." 

"Thank you," I nodded before entering the couch to lie down and relax. Sasha's brown eyes met my blue ones, and I turned around to tease her: "Do you want to do something fun, bub?~" Suddenly, she threw a pillow at my face. I peeked out and noticed her flushed face as she stuttered, "Go to sleep, James." 

Surprised, the familiar words clicked, and I turned to her, "What did you say?"

I questioned Sasha, who blinked and got nervous before saying, "...I-I s-said, James? Why? Isn't your real name?" Before I could even further another question, I suddenly got another flashback that started to enter my memories.

⚠️Another flashback...

A woman with brown hair begins to get in the bed and pats the other side of the bed for me to join in, and I do. I crawled towards it and began to mess with the unknown woman by teasingly moving closer to her face: 

" 'Do you want to do something fun, bub?~ You seem to be hot in my eyes right now.~' " I told her in a husky tone, making her face turn red in a matter of minutes, and she twitched her eyebrow in embarrassment by telling me, " 'G-g-go-o T-To-o sleep, James!' " She whisper-yells at me and falls to sleep. A faint chuckle was heard from me, so I moved away and fell asleep.

Flashback ended...

"You remind me of someone..." I mumbled. Sasha stopped walking before she tensed up and turned around; she seemed nervous for some reason, "R-Really? Of whom?" 

I hesitated for a moment before answering her question, leaving me with a sense of curiosity. Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind. Still, it vanished without a trace before I could fully grasp it: "Never mind, it's probably nothing," I said while getting myself comfortable and watching her shoulders relax with relief. I felt her leaving me downstairs near the fireplace as soon as I fell asleep. 

Around 2 am, when I heard footsteps coming closer. Immediately, I pretended to sleep while sensing a familiar scent of vanilla. Knowing right now that it was Sasha, I felt her kneel in front of me before she said something strange:

"You're still the same." As she whispered, I felt confused until I sensed her bandaged hand caressing my head. It made me feel peaceful and at ease until I felt soft lips on my forehead. I didn't move or say anything, but when I opened my eyes, I saw Sasha speed-walking away. For a moment, I recognized her but then quickly dismissed the thought.

 Regardless, I am determined to uncover more about my past.