"Hello" Emma greeted perkily, smiling up at the man by her desk, he did not smile back. "How can I help?" She added, trying to keep her eyes focused on his face rather than gawking at his rather distracting body. He was hot, obviously a moody bastard but definitely a hot one.

"You can help by having a library system that works" He remarked. Sometimes it was hard to be friendly to customers when they were clearly dicks.

"Having trouble finding something?" She asked cheerfully. Her chirpiness seemed to piss him off even more, if that was possible.

"The archives, where are they?" He gritted his teeth. Emma tried not to laugh at how angsty he was.

"The archives" She began, copying his low and pissed off tone of voice. "They're that way" She pointed towards a door at the far side of the library. "Come on, I'll show you" Emma went back to her normal tone of voice and bounced up from behind the desk. She began walking towards the door, noting the sound of the heavy footsteps following her.

"I don't need you to show me the way" He growled, he really did have some anger issues. Emma didn't care that much though, it was nearly the end of her shift on a Friday and she wasn't going to let one crappy customer get her down.

"Firstly, you need a member of staff to get in" She replied, making a show of putting her key card to the door, it flashed green and opened. "And secondly, it's a pretty difficult system to navigate" As if to prove her point, the rows and rows of files seemed to go on endlessly. "So you do need me" Emma smiled politely up at the man, knowing it irritated him. He exhaled loudly, as if trying to keep his temper.

"What do you need to find?" She asked flatly. She folded her arms over her chest, feeling slightly ridiculous wearing a badge that loudly declared 'Happy to Help You!'.

"I need to find the files on Trask Industries" He replied as he shut the door, an action that wasn't lost on Emma but she didn't feel worried, in fact something about him made her feel entirely safe. She felt she could trust this guy, however she hated Trask Industries and she wasn't about to help them.

"I'm sorry, I can't accommodate any research carried out by Trask Industries" Emma smiled politely, not really sure what she'd do if he asked her why.

"I'm not Trask Industries" He replied gruffly, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it onto a chair. "But why can't you 'accommodate their research'" He asked her, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. Emma didn't know if she should just come up with a lie but for some reason, she didn't really feel the need to.

"The library can, I can't" She told him, typing Trask Industries into the library computer. The machine was practically prehistoric and they waited in silence, Emma could feel his presence as he stood behind and she tried to pretend if wasn't completely unnerving. When it finally came up with a location, she jumped out of her seat and led him to the appropriate area of the archives. She pulled out several files and chucked them into his arms, trying not to notice how his muscles flexed slightly under the weight. Emma led him to the desks where he put the folders down and pulled up a seat, she stood frozen to the spot and he glared up at her, annoyed at her hovering.

"Would you stop them?" She asked boldly, "Trask Industries". Emma didn't know why she was trying to converse with perhaps the most antisocial person she'd ever encountered.

"Stop them doing what?" He frowned slightly, she wondered what he looked like when he smiled but she imagined that was a rare occurrence.

"Stop them from getting rid of mutants" She replied.

"That would mean the extinction of the human race" He told her, mockingly using the same tone that Bolivar Trask used in every single advert and interview he did. Trask Industries had made it their mission to wipe out the 'threat' that was the mutant race.

"Not necessarily" Emma stated with conviction, the man gave her an interested look.

"You're a mutant?" He asked, Emma shook her head. She was burningly aware of how average she was, not that she wanted to be a mutant either, she just wanted to make a positive difference in the world.

"Mutants are the next stage in human evolution" Emma shrugged, as if it was common knowledge, which it was but it also something that people were very afraid of. Emma laughed and the man looked slightly confused. "Sorry, you came here to work and I'm just forcing my opinions on you" She laughed lightly, knowing she shouldn't have stayed as long as she already had.

"It doesn't bother me" He shrugged, "You're very open minded" The man added, was that a compliment? Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

"Thank you" She grinned in response, "I'll leave you to your research" Emma offered, he nodded and turned his head down to the files. As she lingered at the door, she couldn't resist looking back at him. Maybe it was just because he was an intriguing and hot guy at the end of a boring week but there was something about him that Emma couldn't help but be attracted to. She went back to her desk, scrolling through various website before the clock finally dragged itself to closing time. Emma looked up to see the library was empty but she wasn't sure if that guy had left the archives or not, she got up to go and check.

"Sir" Emma called as she weaved her head around the door. "The library's closing" She stated, walking a little closer.

"Right" He looked down at the sprawling files that were strewn across the desk. "Is there anyway I could borrow these?" The man asked bluntly, Emma stood by the desk and looked down at the folders.

"They're for reference only" She told him apologetically, he nodded and began to leave. Emma could tell his work was important and it was unlikely that anyone would want these files any time soon. "Wait" She called, the man turned around and looked at her. "Take them, just promise to bring them back at some point" She struggled under the weight of all the binders, he quickly took them off of her with ease.

"Well thanks...Emma" He nodded his head gratefully.

"How'd you know my name?" She asked amazed, maybe he was a telepath. He pointed to her name badge. "Oh...right" She felt like the world's biggest idiot. "Well good luck with your research..." She waited for his name.

"Logan" He replied curtly.

"Well good luck with your research, Logan" She offered, he nodded curtly again, looked at her for a moment then left. Emma let out a sigh of relief, that man was really something. She couldn't help but think about him as she closed up, a little disappointed that she'd never see him again.

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"Emma!" Her friend Piper burst through the door of her flat and hugged her. Piper was pretty intense and just very...active. She had an opinion on everything and she made those opinions known, Emma went with her on protests if they were against Trask. She assumed that was the current cause of Piper's enthusiasm. "We're doing a peaceful protest tomorrow, you in?" Piper bubbled, the protests were very 'Pro-Mutant' and often they weren't that peaceful. Tomorrow they were doing a large protest, thousands of them.

"Peaceful?" Emma raised her eyebrows skeptically, Piper gave a loud laugh which obviously meant no. She opened her bag and threw a top at Emma.

"Sorry, that was the only one in your size left...you don't have to wear it" Piper apologised as Emma gingerly held up a black t-shirt that read 'Fuck You Trask' in bold, white letters.

"No I appreciate the subtle, intellectual argument" Emma laughed as she put it on the sofa and picked up her coffee. "What does yours say?" Emma asked.

"Pro-Mutant" Piper stated, well that was much more amiable. "I'm one of the organisers so I have a lot left to do, I'll see you tomorrow though" Piper told her excitedly and left. Emma looked at the t-shirt again trying not to laugh, she tossed it to the side and settled down for the evening, tomorrow was going to be one hell of a day.

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As predicted, the protest got ridiculously out of hand. It had quickly turned into an absolute frenzy, Emma tried to weave her way through the crowd to find Piper. She turned and saw an agent tasering a protester until he writhed on the ground. Emma gently pushed the agent back.

"Hey, there's no need for-" Before she'd even finished the sentence, the agent had punched her to the ground, her head smacked against the concrete. Emma's vision and hearing blurred but she was still aware of the surrounding violence, a hand extended to her and she took it without a second thought. She grasped it and followed where it led, until eventually they got to the back of an alley which would have been frightening in any other circumstances but Emma was just happy to be away from the chaos. The person sat her down on some crates and she finally looked up, it was the guy from the library.

"You alright?" He asked seriously, kneeling in front of her and staring at her.

"Yeah" She put her hand to her head, it was bleeding but it didn't hurt. "Thanks" She smiled softly, he looked relieved. Who would thought that the angsty, moody guy from the library turned out to be a knight in shining armour. Sort of, he still looked pretty moody and angsty.

"Isn't this a bit out of character for a librarian?" He asked gruffly.

"What, to have beliefs?" She raised her eyebrow at him questioningly.

"To be getting into fights with the police" He affirmed, yeah it was probably better that her boss didn't know about this. "Nice t-shirt by the way" He said amused.

"I think so" Emma laughed, smiling up at the guy. "How's the research going?" She asked gently, she realise they were just having a casual conversation at the back of an alley.

"Oh that, I could use more up to date information" He commented bluntly.

"Go to Trask then" Emma suggested, he didn't know if she was being serious but she definitely was.

"My...colleagues don't think it's 'our best option'" He quoted, his expression made it clear that he disagreed with them.

"I'll go" Emma offered, he almost rolled his eyes in response.

"I think you have a concussion" He offered, as he helped her to her feet.

"No, I used to work there" She confessed, it was not something she wanted to remember. "Receptionist" She waved her hand. "Tell me what you need" Emma told him softly. Logan considered her for a moment.

"Meet me tonight, at eight" He replied intensely, before looking at her head. "You're alright?" He confirmed, Emma nodded in response.

"Wait, where should I meet you?" She asked as he began to leave.

"The Layton, on Prince Street" He stated as he disappeared back onto the streets.