Katie sat up abruptly in bed and the scarred tissue in her arm burned like hell. A sudden headache throbbed in her temples as her mind replayed her dream, or memory, rather. She swung her legs out of bed after looking at the digital clock on her bedside table. It read five-forty-six a.m. in large, red numbers. She blinked to wake herself up more and walked over to her dresser that held her clothes. Opening the right drawer, she dug through her jeans and found what she was looking for. A small note from him that he had left at her side before she never saw him again.

Kid,

I'm sorry that I didn't catch you. I brought you to the hospital so you can get better. Maybe we'll run into each other later, but I doubt it. Keep your head up and stay safe.

Logan

PS, I'm keeping the jacket so I don't forget you. Thanks.

She blushed slightly as she read his words. She had been such a little girl then, and now here she was, fifteen years later and the note, along with the thought of him, still brought a smile to her face. She found herself wondering if he was still alive, if he still remembered her and if he still had her father's jacket.

He probably looked amazingly different than he did back then. So did Katie. She was older, taller, her blonde hair was two shades darker and her hips were wider. Her chest had grown, her legs were curvy and her stomach was toned and flat. The only thing that had stayed the same was her facial structure and her eyes.

Her stomach growled, bringing her out of her trance. She quickly threw on some jeans, a nice, silk shirt and her usual heeled boots. It was Wednesday morning, so she would be teaching her first batch of students after breakfast, then she'd work out for an hour, eat lunch, teach her other two classes, then take a long break before dinner and hit the sack before starting the process all over again the next day. That was Katie's usual day as a professor at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

Katie brushed her teeth and swished on some mascara before walking out of her dorm to find Ororo Munroe, usually known as Storm because of her ability to control the weather, rushing past her. She seemed in a hurry, so Katie caught up with her. "Where did you guys go?" The X-Men were always going on missions. Most of the professors at Xavier's were X-Men. Except for Katie. She, herself, thought it was because her invisibility wasn't good enough to fight for mutant rights or stop the bad guys. Maybe it was because they couldn't make a suit that could go into stealth mode like she could. She was always stuck on babysitting duty and, frankly, she was getting kind of tired of it, but she never said anything and she kept it in the back of her mind so the Professor Xavier couldn't get to it.

Storm stopped and smiled. "I'll never understand how you always know when I come back from a mission, Kate." She began walking again, but slower and with less haste. "The Professor sent us out to collect a couple of mutants before Magneto could get to them."

Katie sighed. "Magneto is becoming a pain in the ass."

Storm laughed and then started talking again, but Katie was listening to the voice that invaded her head. Katie, it was Professor Xavier, who was extremely gifted with telepathic ability. Would you come to my office, please? I'm speaking with some students about extra credit, but I would like to speak with you when they leave.

Storm smiled. "I know that look. Is The Professor asking for you?"

Katie nodded at her friend. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll get back to you later and you can tell me how this morning went."

"Alright." Storm nodded and walked away, leaving Katie to walk to Xavier's office.

On the way, she noticed a young girl with chestnut brown hair that she'd never seen around before. Katie saw that she was lonely and she was looking at the people around her in what seemed like fear, but it seemed that she was more afraid of herself than those around her by the way her gloved hands clutched her books to her chest.

Katie let herself into Xavier's office as he was ending his lecture on extra credit. "I want those definitions on my desk by Friday." He said, and then the students stood up and left.

She watched one of the students walk through the wall and then smiled. She'd been at that school for fifteen years and she still wasn't used to the crafty powers that the children had. Some were amazing and some were downright dangerous, but they were gifted all the same. "Good morning, Professor. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Katie, thank you. I know you didn't, though."

"How could you tell?"

"You woke up earlier than usual, your hair is un-brushed and the look in your eye tells me." He chuckled and pulled a hairbrush from his desk. "Luckily, Jean left one in here the other day and forgot to retrieve it." The brush floated to her, thanks to his telekinetic ability. "It was about him, wasn't it?"

Katie nodded. "Yes it was. I don't understand, Professor. Why do I keep dreaming about it? I thought it had stopped." She had dreamt the same dream every night for six months straight when she first arrived at the school and they spaced apart to about once a month, then to twice a year, then nothing… until now. "Professor?" She asked after he has spaced out for a moment.

"Actually, Katie, there's something that you should know."

"What's that?" She asked, but before he could answer, a man burst into his office. He was in sweatpants and a zip up hoodie with bare feet, but she could recognize his hair, face and eyes anywhere. She gasped and her fingers numbed, causing the hairbrush to fall from her grasp and clatter onto the floor below her. "Logan?"