The rest of the week, I stayed indoors. I was angry for no reason at all. At first, I thought I was angry at Charles, but soon realized that I was just making an excuse to be angry. But angry, I still was. I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to be around anyone.

I decided a hot shower would be something to take the edge off so I headed into the bathroom of the hotel I was staying in. I ran the water realizing that there was no hot water in this place so a nice hot bath would have to do instead. I filled the bathtub anf touched my finger into it concentrating on my fire element. The water was steaming in a matter of seconds.

I undressed and eased myself into the tub leaning my head back on a folded towel. I took a deep, relaxing breath and just sat there. No sooner than I got comfortable, Charles contacted me telepathically.

'I need you at the institute now, Kat.' I groaned and got out of the tub leaving the water to be reheated when I got back. I arrived at the institute ten minutes later in my car.

I got out and walked in and the first person I saw was a teenager with bluish hair walking around carrying a book.

"All I want is some help with my homework guys! It's due tomorrow!" he yelled. A girl came through a wall. She was shorter than him with brown hair.

"It's not our fault you waited until the last minute to do it, Kurt!" she hissed pointing a finger in his face.

The only thing that went through my mind was, "Please don't let this be why he needed me."

"Don't worry it's not," Charles said emerging from a hallway to the left of the foyer. He had a worried smile on his face telling me he was about to drop some bad news on me that I really didn't want right now.

"Then why am I here?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Well, uh..." he paused for a moment finding the right words. "I'm kind of being held hostage." The two teenagers looked at him with wide eyes. They went into attack mode instantly ready to defend him at all costs. I narrowed my eyes.

"You don't look like you're a hostage." He swallowed. "Who's holding you hostage?"

"You're going to like me very much, but I told Logan you were still alive and he's holding me hostage until you arrived." I closed my eyes pinching the bridge of my nose and shook my head.

"I told you not to!" I hissed.

"Why?" I heard someone say from the top of the stairs. I looked up and saw Logan standing there with his arms crossed glaring down at me. Those eyes were just as hard as they were all those many years ago.

"Hello, Logan." He stomped down the stairs and stomped across the foyer and stood before me.

"Why did you tell him not to tell me you were still alive?" he snarled. I crossed my arms.

"You should remember that you don't intimidate me, Logan."

"WHY!?" he screamed. By this time more people had emerged to see what was going on. I sighed closing my eyes.

"I didn't know you thought I was dead," I admitted.

"You still knew I was here. You could have come." I sighed again.

"It's not that easy, Logan. What you did was unforgivable." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know full well what I'm talking about." He growled that familiar growl.

"That was a long time ago, Kat." He seemed to be calming down. He cracked a small smile. "I'm glad to know you're still alive." I looked up at him and narrowed my eyes. The hard eyes were gone. They were soft and happy. So different from what I remember. I had never seen a look like that in his eyes before.

"Maybe, but I'm not glad to see you," I said turning around. I looked back at Charles. "You're in some serious trouble, Chuck." And I left.

I was not ready to face him. I wasn't even sure what to say to him yet. What could you say to him?

"Who was that, Logan? An old girlfriend?" Kurt asked teleporting next to him.

"You could say that," he said walking out of the door and watched me leave. He got a whiff of something in the air. Something way too familiar. He growled in anger. "Sabertooth."