"These bags are getting too beat up. Need to get myself some real—" Punch punch "—equipment sometime." Punch punch. At the rate he was going, Logan would have whatever was stuffed in that giant canvas bag all over him in a couple hits. He dragged a hairy arm across his glistening forehead and reached up towards the rope to tighten the knot that was holding the sack up. Whilst licking his lips in frustration, a faint figure flickered into his peripheral vision. Quickly he lashed his body to his left and pulled out his claws in an almost instinctive defense pose. "Who the hell is in here?" He snarled, bearing his big, opal looking teeth. "Kitty? Is that you snooping around?" He called. No response still; his muscles tightened. The figure was certainly not a figment of his imagination. He would not second guess himself and end up regretting it. Logan was sure he saw the outline of a body the second before he turned his head. "Come out now, or I'll find you." He barked menacingly.

The invisible girl took a deep breath before deciding that she didn't want the gleam of his metal blades to be dirtied by her own blood. She slowly came into vision and stood a good 20 meters away from the panting beast of a man. He kept his claws up alarmingly. "Who are you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

She hesitated. "Would you like me to tell you my name?" A single step in the man's direction immediately triggered a survival instinct within him, as he began sprinting straight towards her, claws fully out. She disappeared and took a step to the side so that his metal talons wouldn't stab right through her. His eyes darted around exasperatedly. "Or would you like me to tell you what people call me?" She hid behind a broken pillar and remained in the dark.

"Where the hell are you? Come out." He grunted.

"What's your name?" She asked. He darted in the direction of her voice, and sniffed around.

"Logan. Or Wolvervine, if you prefer." His furry eyebrows raised in frustration at the disembodied voice he couldn't seem to track.

"Logan," She murmured, "I need to speak to Charles Xavier. I don't mean to harm anyone."

"Then quit hiding in the dark."

The young woman took a deep breath and stepped under the light of the dim bulb that was swinging around lifelessly in the debris-filled room.

"Please don't kill me yet." She frowned, raising her arms up. "I'm just going to keep disappearing if you try to." Her amber colored eyes practically glowed under the dim lighting, but yet were filled with a glassy dull gaze as she spoke. Logan made sure to study the woman from head to toe before judging what he should say next. She was not very tall, and looked as if she had never learned how to use a hair brush. Her silver hair closely resembled an old mop, surrounding her small, but prominent cheekbones. She was wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck and an over-sized sweater that fell down to her knees. Her shorts were too large for her, as they fell midway to her thighs, and looked as if they had been cut out of a pair of her father's jeans. From her ill-dressed nature, he inferred that she had probably been on the streets for a while. Judging from the scar running across her left cheek and her malnourished face, it didn't look like she'd had it so easy either. Neither did she look like the type to give in to circumstances against her favor, unfortunately. He took a cautious approach.

"What do you need with the Professor?" He finally asked, receding the blades back into his white knuckles.

"I'll have to explain once I see him." The woman said firmly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you now."

"What, you expect me to just let you barge in there?" He scoffed. "Trust ain't built that easily anymore. Especially not with me."

"I could very well go in there right now if I wanted to, but I'd rather not make enemies with a man as… 'well equipped' as yourself." She cleared her throat. "Please take me to see him. I haven't eaten real food in 4 days, and I've been walking for about 10 hours to get here. You're just going to have to take my word that I'm in no shape to pull any tricks right now." She finished by holding her arms out in front of her as if surrendering to a pair of handcuffs. Logan gave her a skeptical look and grabbed her wrists roughly, dragging her towards the main hall of the building.

"Who's that?" Storm asked, standing up from her chair simultaneously with Kitty. In fact, all eyes were on the strange pair the moment they entered the room. Bobby Drake put down the chess piece he was holding and Erik did the same. Even the professor was pulled in by curiosity and turned his chair to face the front of the room.

"I don't actually know." Logan muttered, his eyes narrowing at her. The girl somehow looked much younger in this lighting. Perhaps the dim room had set too much emphasis on her sallow eyes and cheeks, making her look much more aged than she really was.

"My name is Eris." She nodded, and did a quick demonstration of her powers by turning herself invisible and taking Logan with her for a split second. The whole room gasped, and he quickly let go of her wrists.

"You're a mutant?" Storm asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." She lay a gentle arm on the back of Logan's shoulder, in which he quickly shook off.

"I wasn't frightened." He muttered. "Just surprised." He wriggled his fingers to rid of the tingling sensation running through his hands where he had gripped her.

"And what…Exactly is it that you need with us?" Professor Xavier spoke up curiously. All heads turned to him, then back at her.

"Actually, you Professor, are my father. Mystique is my mother."

Thank you so much for reading!

Just an FYI, the time of this fic is uncertain because the events jump around time periods.

Regardless, I hope you all are interested in reading more because I've got a lot planned out for this fic~

There will be a little bit of fluff between the OC and Wolverine in the future so look forward to that !

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