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“Okay, calm yourself, and focus.” You told yourself. “And don’t look down.” Your eyes strained to look ahead as you held onto the tree top for dear life. Thinking you’d get in some late night teleport practice you went out in the yard on your own. Only problem was you had thought you would be able to teleport to the top of the tree and down, but that wasn’t the case. Getting to the top was easy, but once you were up there your mind started to race. ‘What if I catch speed coming down and die?’ ‘What if I never get down and people see me up here in the morning?’
You groaned loudly and resting your head against the tree bark. Closing your eyes, you tried to calm yourself. “Calm,” you repeated aloud. With each deep breath you took, your heart rate calmed, but your bare hands were still gripping the tree. If not for the adrenaline coursing through you, you might have noticed the blood on your hands from gripping the rough bark so hard.
“Focus,” you told yourself, “focus on anything but the tree. A cold breeze blew through the tree, a dog barked off in the distance, the sound of a branch snapping below you. Wait. What.
When you looked down you saw the sound came from the ground and not the branch you stood on. Logan was on the ground below. He was about ten feet away from the tree base, smoking and looking off in the distance.
“I thought schools didn’t allow smoking on campus.” You joked to yourself quietly. Not quietly enough though, apparently, because as soon as you ended your sentence Logan’s head snapped around to look in your direction. A few branches covered and kept you from his direct glare.
His metal claw revealed themselves with a quick ‘snikt’. “Who’s there?” He called his voice unwavering.
You cursed at yourself mentally. “I… I am.” You answered timidly.
“And that would be?”
“(Y/n),” you hung your head in shame.
Another ‘snikt’ noise and his claws disappeared as Logan made his way to the tree. “Why are you out here so late?”
“I’d thought I’d get in some extra practice teleporting before more kids come back before the summer is over.” You smiled, embarrassed.
“And that’s why you’re in a tree?” He inquired.
You took a deep breath. “I’m stuck,” you confessed looking at him for some kind of help.
He stared at you for a few seconds, before what you could have sworn was a smile appeared on his face. “I’m not exactly the climbing type, with metal bones and all, but I can go get Kurt and he can-”
“Please don’t!” You interrupted him. He looked at you quizzically. “I uh… I don’t want any students to see me like this. I’ll find a way down, I-” This time you were the one interrupted as you heard another snapping noise. This time coming fromt the branch right under your feet.
Before you knew it your eyes were wide and you were plummeting towards the earth, hitting a few branches on the way. When you reached the bottom you hit something hard, not rock hard Earth, but still something hard. You looked around to see Logan had caught you at the last second.
“Oh my God!” Realising this, you practically jumped from his arms onto the ground and stood up with your bare hands in the air.
Another confused look left Logan’s face.
You lowered your hands. “Oh, geez, sorry. I just didn’t want to…” You frowned at your bruised and bleeding hands.
“I understand.” Logan turned and began to walk away. He got a bit away from you before you looked up.
“Logan?” He didn’t look back.
You teleported to catch up with him. “Thank you for catching me,” you looked at your hands while you walked beside him. “I’m still trying to get used to these powers, and until I am, I don’t want to risk touching another person's skin, it’s too painful.”
Images of Logan’s claws flashed in your mind. “Do they hurt?” You asked looking at his hands.
His hand tensed then relaxed. “Only for a second.” He replied gruffly.
You had to speed walk to keep up with him as you two walked towards the house. “I think it’d be nice to heal as fast as you.” Your hands were the focus of your attention, then you looked at Logan who was facing forward.
He stopped walking, you stopped as well.
“Logan?” You asked nervously.
He said nothing but continued into the house. You went inside after him, assuming he wanted space.
“I hope I didn’t offend him in someway,” You talked aloud to yourself as you walked to find some tweezers to clean up your hands.
You sat on the kitchen counter next to the sink pulling out your splinters and running your hands under cold water. All the lights were off, the moonlight shining in through the windows was enough. Quietly you worked until all the splinters were out, bandaged your hands, and slipped your gloves on.
The old leather gloves reflected the light of the moon, you moved them around fascinated by the way they looked. Suddenly someone walked into the kitchen making you jump. Seeing that it was Logan calmed you down for a second, though your heart was still racing.
Sighing, you placed a hand over your heart. “Are you following me?” You joked, but as soon as you did, Logan turned around and left.
Your eyebrow quirked. “Okay then.”
The next morning at breakfast you moved the scrambled eggs around your plate with your fork and sighed.
“Are you okay, (y/n)?” Jean asked noticing your lack of interest in your food.
“Hmm? Oh, I didn’t sleep well.” You told her. It wasn’t exactly the truth. Sleeping after seeing someone's memories was difficult, minus the two days you had passed out. You didn’t like seeing someone else's past in your dream, so staying awake was a better option.
When you got up to leave the table you noticed Logan walking by outside. You stopped to observe him.
Jean looked from you to Logan, and back to you. “(Y/n)?” She asked watching you stare at him.
“What’s his story?” You suddenly ask sitting back down to Jean looking at her.
“Logan? Well, he keeps to himself mostly. I don’t really know much about him, but the Professor trusts him and that’s enough for me.” Jean took a sip of her orange juice.
Looking from Jean back to Logan you hummed. “Something about him… I feel like…”
You didn’t finish your thought when your cell phone in your pocket rang. “Excuse me.” You and Jean smiled at each other and you teleported to the door and walked outside.
“Did you forget you have a phone?” Tony’s voice rang from the other side of the phone.
“What happened to hello?” You scoffed.
“Hello comes when you call for a change. You’ve been there for almost a month and I’ve heard from you once, and I called you then too.” Iron Baby wined.
“Well I’ve been busy,” You half walked/half teleported over to a nearby bench to sit. “I assume you’ve been busy too. Was that thing in New Mexico you? I had been meaning to call and ask.”
“I had nothing to do with that. I’ve been working on the Stark Tower in New York though. No thanks to you.” Tony joked.
“You know I would just be getting in the way if I was there. That’s why you have Pepper.” You kicked at some pebbles near your feet.
“Who told me, by the way, that you’ve been texting her and not me. Honestly I’m kind of hurt.” He joked.
“(Y/n),” someone said your name from behind you making you jump up.
“Oh my God!” You exclaimed turning around to see Logan.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked concerned.
“The Professor wants to see you.” The gruff man informed you before he walked away.”
A hand was over your heart to try and calm yourself.
“(Y/n?)” Tony called out.
“I’m here, I’m fine,” you replied while letting out a breath you weren't aware you were holding in. “Someone just surprised me.”
“Who was that? He sounds familiar?” Your brother inquired.
“One of the other teachers. He seems to scare me every time we're around each other,” you realised. “But the Professor wants to see me so I should be going.”
“Alright, just, try to contact me more will ya? And stay away from that guy if you’re scared of him, Go with your gut.”
Laughing you told him, “I’ll text you later. Bye.”
As you made your way to the Professor's office, occasionally teleporting, your brothers words ran in your head. You wouldn’t say you were afraid of Logan, but your heart did race. He was so mysterious, and kind of reminded you of a feral animal. As well as, almost kind of sad, like he had suffered a great loss. But he looked like he couldn’t be that old, how much loss could he have gone through. Had his wife left him for another man? Maybe his wife died? Maybe- Oh! You were at the Professor's office already.
You knocked before entering. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Yes, (y/n), come in, please.” He said with a smile.
You walked in and closed the door behind you, teleporting halfway to a chair in front of his desk.
“I’m glad to see your getting more comfortable with your powers.” The Professor moved from behind his desk to in front of the chair you were sitting in.
“Teleporting yes, the other one… Not so much.” you looked down at your gloved hands.
“I wanted to talked to you about your psychometry. I think I found a way for you to practice it safely and comfortably.” The professor wheeled himself over to the window and picked up a small potted flower before bringing it to you. “I’d like you to try and use your psychometry on the flower.”
Looking skeptically at him you took the flower pot from his hand, then removed a glove. You reached out and hesitantly touched the flower. Nothing happened.
“Close your eyes and focus.”
So you closed your eyes, gently grasping the flowers velvety petal between two fingers. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Only the flower was in your mind, you saw it, you felt it. Warm gentle light caressed you as you saw the flower grown from a seed. It grew and stretch, just like waking up and stretching in the morning, refreshing and new. You saw day and night flash in your mind up until the moment you touched it.
Your eyes fluttered opened and you gasped. “Professor!” You exclaimed a big smile grew on your face eyes watering. It took everything in you to not hug the man right then and there. “That was beautiful.”
“Your powers are beautiful.” The Professor smiled back at you. “Practice is what you need to make it something you can enjoy. I’m sure with time you’ll be able to focus on certain moments in someone or somethings memory and not have to see all of it.”
Sliding the one glove back on your hand you thanked the Professor, and ran outside to see what you could learn about the trees and single blades of grass. With Logan, all the time, watching from a distance.

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“Okay, calm yourself, and focus.” You told yourself. “And don’t look down.” Your eyes strained to look ahead as you held onto the tree top for dear life. Thinking you’d get in some late night teleport practice you went out in the yard on your own. Only problem was you had thought you would be able to teleport to the top of the tree and down, but that wasn’t the case. Getting to the top was easy, but once you were up there your mind started to race. ‘What if I catch speed coming down and die?’ ‘What if I never get down and people see me up here in the morning?’
You groaned loudly and resting your head against the tree bark. Closing your eyes, you tried to calm yourself. “Calm,” you repeated aloud. With each deep breath you took, your heart rate calmed, but your bare hands were still gripping the tree. If not for the adrenaline coursing through you, you might have noticed the blood on your hands from gripping the rough bark so hard.
“Focus,” you told yourself, “focus on anything but the tree. A cold breeze blew through the tree, a dog barked off in the distance, the sound of a branch snapping below you. Wait. What.
When you looked down you saw the sound came from the ground and not the branch you stood on. Logan was on the ground below. He was about ten feet away from the tree base, smoking and looking off in the distance.
“I thought schools didn’t allow smoking on campus.” You joked to yourself quietly. Not quietly enough though, apparently, because as soon as you ended your sentence Logan’s head snapped around to look in your direction. A few branches covered and kept you from his direct glare.
His metal claw revealed themselves with a quick ‘snikt’. “Who’s there?” He called his voice unwavering.
You cursed at yourself mentally. “I… I am.” You answered timidly.
“And that would be?”
“(Y/n),” you hung your head in shame.
Another ‘snikt’ noise and his claws disappeared as Logan made his way to the tree. “Why are you out here so late?”
“I’d thought I’d get in some extra practice teleporting before more kids come back before the summer is over.” You smiled, embarrassed.
“And that’s why you’re in a tree?” He inquired.
You took a deep breath. “I’m stuck,” you confessed looking at him for some kind of help.
He stared at you for a few seconds, before what you could have sworn was a smile appeared on his face. “I’m not exactly the climbing type, with metal bones and all, but I can go get Kurt and he can-”
“Please don’t!” You interrupted him. He looked at you quizzically. “I uh… I don’t want any students to see me like this. I’ll find a way down, I-” This time you were the one interrupted as you heard another snapping noise. This time coming fromt the branch right under your feet.
Before you knew it your eyes were wide and you were plummeting towards the earth, hitting a few branches on the way. When you reached the bottom you hit something hard, not rock hard Earth, but still something hard. You looked around to see Logan had caught you at the last second.
“Oh my God!” Realising this, you practically jumped from his arms onto the ground and stood up with your bare hands in the air.
Another confused look left Logan’s face.
You lowered your hands. “Oh, geez, sorry. I just didn’t want to…” You frowned at your bruised and bleeding hands.
“I understand.” Logan turned and began to walk away. He got a bit away from you before you looked up.
“Logan?” He didn’t look back.
You teleported to catch up with him. “Thank you for catching me,” you looked at your hands while you walked beside him. “I’m still trying to get used to these powers, and until I am, I don’t want to risk touching another person's skin, it’s too painful.”
Images of Logan’s claws flashed in your mind. “Do they hurt?” You asked looking at his hands.
His hand tensed then relaxed. “Only for a second.” He replied gruffly.
You had to speed walk to keep up with him as you two walked towards the house. “I think it’d be nice to heal as fast as you.” Your hands were the focus of your attention, then you looked at Logan who was facing forward.
He stopped walking, you stopped as well.
“Logan?” You asked nervously.
He said nothing but continued into the house. You went inside after him, assuming he wanted space.
“I hope I didn’t offend him in someway,” You talked aloud to yourself as you walked to find some tweezers to clean up your hands.
You sat on the kitchen counter next to the sink pulling out your splinters and running your hands under cold water. All the lights were off, the moonlight shining in through the windows was enough. Quietly you worked until all the splinters were out, bandaged your hands, and slipped your gloves on.
The old leather gloves reflected the light of the moon, you moved them around fascinated by the way they looked. Suddenly someone walked into the kitchen making you jump. Seeing that it was Logan calmed you down for a second, though your heart was still racing.
Sighing, you placed a hand over your heart. “Are you following me?” You joked, but as soon as you did, Logan turned around and left.
Your eyebrow quirked. “Okay then.”
The next morning at breakfast you moved the scrambled eggs around your plate with your fork and sighed.
“Are you okay, (y/n)?” Jean asked noticing your lack of interest in your food.
“Hmm? Oh, I didn’t sleep well.” You told her. It wasn’t exactly the truth. Sleeping after seeing someone's memories was difficult, minus the two days you had passed out. You didn’t like seeing someone else's past in your dream, so staying awake was a better option.
When you got up to leave the table you noticed Logan walking by outside. You stopped to observe him.
Jean looked from you to Logan, and back to you. “(Y/n)?” She asked watching you stare at him.
“What’s his story?” You suddenly ask sitting back down to Jean looking at her.
“Logan? Well, he keeps to himself mostly. I don’t really know much about him, but the Professor trusts him and that’s enough for me.” Jean took a sip of her orange juice.
Looking from Jean back to Logan you hummed. “Something about him… I feel like…”
You didn’t finish your thought when your cell phone in your pocket rang. “Excuse me.” You and Jean smiled at each other and you teleported to the door and walked outside.
“Did you forget you have a phone?” Tony’s voice rang from the other side of the phone.
“What happened to hello?” You scoffed.
“Hello comes when you call for a change. You’ve been there for almost a month and I’ve heard from you once, and I called you then too.” Iron Baby wined.
“Well I’ve been busy,” You half walked/half teleported over to a nearby bench to sit. “I assume you’ve been busy too. Was that thing in New Mexico you? I had been meaning to call and ask.”
“I had nothing to do with that. I’ve been working on the Stark Tower in New York though. No thanks to you.” Tony joked.
“You know I would just be getting in the way if I was there. That’s why you have Pepper.” You kicked at some pebbles near your feet.
“Who told me, by the way, that you’ve been texting her and not me. Honestly I’m kind of hurt.” He joked.
“(Y/n),” someone said your name from behind you making you jump up.
“Oh my God!” You exclaimed turning around to see Logan.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked concerned.
“The Professor wants to see you.” The gruff man informed you before he walked away.”
A hand was over your heart to try and calm yourself.
“(Y/n?)” Tony called out.
“I’m here, I’m fine,” you replied while letting out a breath you weren't aware you were holding in. “Someone just surprised me.”
“Who was that? He sounds familiar?” Your brother inquired.
“One of the other teachers. He seems to scare me every time we're around each other,” you realised. “But the Professor wants to see me so I should be going.”
“Alright, just, try to contact me more will ya? And stay away from that guy if you’re scared of him, Go with your gut.”
Laughing you told him, “I’ll text you later. Bye.”
As you made your way to the Professor's office, occasionally teleporting, your brothers words ran in your head. You wouldn’t say you were afraid of Logan, but your heart did race. He was so mysterious, and kind of reminded you of a feral animal. As well as, almost kind of sad, like he had suffered a great loss. But he looked like he couldn’t be that old, how much loss could he have gone through. Had his wife left him for another man? Maybe his wife died? Maybe- Oh! You were at the Professor's office already.
You knocked before entering. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Yes, (y/n), come in, please.” He said with a smile.
You walked in and closed the door behind you, teleporting halfway to a chair in front of his desk.
“I’m glad to see your getting more comfortable with your powers.” The Professor moved from behind his desk to in front of the chair you were sitting in.
“Teleporting yes, the other one… Not so much.” you looked down at your gloved hands.
“I wanted to talked to you about your psychometry. I think I found a way for you to practice it safely and comfortably.” The professor wheeled himself over to the window and picked up a small potted flower before bringing it to you. “I’d like you to try and use your psychometry on the flower.”
Looking skeptically at him you took the flower pot from his hand, then removed a glove. You reached out and hesitantly touched the flower. Nothing happened.
“Close your eyes and focus.”
So you closed your eyes, gently grasping the flowers velvety petal between two fingers. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Only the flower was in your mind, you saw it, you felt it. Warm gentle light caressed you as you saw the flower grown from a seed. It grew and stretch, just like waking up and stretching in the morning, refreshing and new. You saw day and night flash in your mind up until the moment you touched it.
Your eyes fluttered opened and you gasped. “Professor!” You exclaimed a big smile grew on your face eyes watering. It took everything in you to not hug the man right then and there. “That was beautiful.”
“Your powers are beautiful.” The Professor smiled back at you. “Practice is what you need to make it something you can enjoy. I’m sure with time you’ll be able to focus on certain moments in someone or somethings memory and not have to see all of it.”
Sliding the one glove back on your hand you thanked the Professor, and ran outside to see what you could learn about the trees and single blades of grass. With Logan, all the time, watching from a distance.