Title: Just a Feeling

Author: Michelle

Rating: PG-13

Fandom: X-Men

Spoilers: Slight X2

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Disclaimer: Characters and past storylines are property of Marvel and Fox. I lay claim to nothing but the compilation of the words, as well as the character named Michelle. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note: This is my first X-Men story, and it features the same OFC that I have used in previous fandoms, except, now, she is a mutant. Though her first name is the same as mine, there is not meant to be any attachment to myself. I try my best to stay away from the Mary Sue area, and have only had one complaint in two years about her being one. I hope that you enjoy the story.

Summary: Everyone is feeling a bit odd, as a storm begins to beat down. Could it be more than just a feeling?


"Jean!" Logan screamed, as he ran through the halls of the mansion. "Jean! Someone get Jean!" He continued running to where Jean kept her facilities, not stopping for any questions. All that he could think about was getting Jean, and saving the almost lifeless body that lay in his arms. "Jean!"

"Logan?" Ororo called from behind, trying desperately hard to catch up to him. "Logan, what's going on?" Logan didn't look back.

"Get Jean!" he yelled, as he reached the door to her medical room. Jean jumped at the sound of the door being forced open, and stared at Logan for a moment before reacting.

"My God," she breathed. "What happened to you?" Logan set the body in his arms onto a table, and let Jean do her work.

"How is she?" he asked, trying to catch his breath. Jean shook her head, trying to find a pulse in the girl's neck.

"I don't know, yet," she informed him. "Tell me what happened so I know what to do, Logan." She looked up at him, and he looked away from her. Jean sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't point out just what it was. There was only one thing that she could think of that would cause Logan to go silent. "No," Jean said, looking to Logan again.

"Yeah," he confirmed, nodding his head. "She did it to herself."

...

Three Days Earlier

Logan sat in the kitchen, right on his favorite stool, sipping on a beer. He couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried, and the storm that was collaborating outside was no help to him at all. However, it wasn't the storm that was causing his lack of sleep. He had been having a strange feeling all day long, a wierd, premonition type feeling, and it didn't feel very good. The last time he had felt this way, they had lost one of their own, and that was something that only upset him further.

"You're up late," came a female voice from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was; she was the only person who was also constantly up at the same hours that he was.

"Is that a surprise, Michelle?" Logan asked, with a light laugh. He could hear her rustling around in the refrigerator for something, and turned to find out what she was doing. "Lose something in there?" he asked her, amused to no end by the frustration that she was bringing upon herself. Of course, she had done that since the first night that she spent in the mansion. She was jumpy, and didn't talk to anyone. As far as Logan knew, by the time that she had been there for two months, she had only communicated with two people; the Professor, and Ororo. Other than that, Michelle isolated herself completely.

It surprised him one night, when he had gone to the kitchen for a moment of recollection, only to find her sitting at the far corner of the counter. She was all alone, which he figured was nothing new; he didn't see her much during the day, hardly ever, in fact, but he still assumed that she spent the majority of her day in solitude. Michelle had made an attempt to bolt at her first sight of Logan, but he had stopped her, and they had talked. Well, Logan had talked for the first few hours, until she had finally agreed to share some information about herself.

It took a little while, but he found out a few things; she was twenty-two, older than he had orginally figured. She couldn't control her power, which consisted of setting fire to whatever she had physical contact with, herself not included. Michelle had explained to him how she had accidentally set fire to her parents' house when she was fourteen, simply by touching the walls, which had been her first encounter with her powers. After the incident, her parents had kicked her out, in fear of what she was, and of what she would do. Since then, Michelle had been on her own, and Xavier's School for the Gifted had been her only hope.

Now, Logan smiled at how far she had come, but couldn't get over the fact that she had to fight the refrigerator to get to what she wanted, and, at the moment, the refrigerator was definitely winning. "Need some help?" he offered, finally deciding that she really did need some help from him. She just shook her head.

"No, thanks," she muttered subconsciously into the refrigerator. Logan shrugged, and went back to his beer; if she didn't want his help, then screw it. "Got it!" he finally heard her exclaim. He looked back to where Michelle was, and saw that she had her hand raised up in victory. To his disgust, her hand was cupped around a can of vegetable juice.

"How in the hell can you drink that stuff?" Logan scowled, cringing at the thought of drinking a freshly squeezed vegetable.

"Simple," she smiled. "As a vegetarian, I love vegetables more than anything in the world." She opened the can, and took a sip. "Besides, it's the only thing that I know I can safely keep in here without someone else taking it." She smiled again, and Logan laughed.

"Damn right," he agreed, knowing that the only other person in the mansion who drank vegetable juice and proclaimed it her favorite drink was one of Ororo's students, who had since left the school, and had reintroduced both herself and her psychic ability into the outside world. "What are you doing up?" he asked, randomly, curious about her mysterious habit of always being up at the same time he was.

Michelle shrugged. "I'm not sure." She leaned back against the counter beside the fridge, and looked at Logan. He had raised an eyebrow, as if he didn't believe her. "I've felt kind of off all day, but it's probably just nothing," she admitted, trying to assure him that nothing was wrong. "I get this way sometimes."

"Well," Logan began, as he took a sip of his beer. "If it's like the last time - ."

"It's not," Michelle jumped in, cutting Logan off. He put his beer down on the counter, and stood up. He stepped toward Michelle, and stopped a few feet in front of her. He crossed his arms over his chest, and sighed.

"Michelle, after what happened before, Professor Xavier said that he wanted you to be cautious. He said that, if you had any wierd feelings, if you sensed anything off, you should go straight to him, and let him know." He looked into Michelle's eyes, something that he only did when he was either trying to make a point, or if he was trying to intimidate someone. In this case, he was trying to make a point. "No one wants to see you go through a repeat of that, so, if your feeling is one that comes anywhere near being close to what the other one was, go to Xavier." He waited for a second, so that his words could register in Michelle's mind. "Alright?" Logan watched, as she nodded.

"Alright," she sighed, nodding her head. She didn't feel like being patronized any longer, and accepting Logan's words was easier than trying to fight it.

Satisfied, Logan went back to the counter, picked up his empty beer bottle, and threw it in the garbage. He began to walk out of the kitchen, when Michelle spoke again.

"This isn't like the last time, Logan," she said, staring at the floor. Logan turned back around, and stared at her in question.

"You're sure?" he asked, not liking her change of tone. Michelle nodded.

"It's worse."


Author's Note: This is only the first chapter, and there are more to go. I am anxious to hear everyone's thoughts on it, and I look forward to reviews! Until the next chapter...