DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN ANYTHING YOU KNOW OF! IF YOU'VE NEVER SEEN IT IN THE MOVIE, IT'S MINE!

I woke the next morning, not sure I saw what I did yesterday. The ceiling was covered with posters of Logan.

Was yesterday real? Did I really tell Scott, someone I don't know well, about one of the deepest scars I have?

I felt around my neck. To my shock, my locket was gone! I sat up quickly, noting that it was still dark out. A glance at Rogue's alarm clock said it was 5:30 a.m. I sighed. That wasn't a good thing.

What happened to my locket?

Then I remembered. Scott had it. He hadn't given it back yet. He must have forgotten to. I guess I can get it back later. I'll bet he won't be up yet.

Then I saw a stack of clothes next to my bed, along with a note. Curiosity peaked; I got out of bed and picked up the note, deciding to read it. I smiled at the neat writing. It was from Jean. So like her to make sure that I wasn't worried about anything.

Nova,

These clothes are for you. They're some of my old ones. Feel free to discard them if you don't like them.

Jean

I smiled and tried on the clothes. They fit perfectly. The outfit consisted of a pair of black pants that flared out slightly at the bottom. Along the flare was a flame. That was awesome. The top was a v-cut, long-sleeved, black shirt. The v-cut wasn't deep, ending just before the curve of my cleavage. The top would accent that cleavage. That was cool. The ends of the sleeves flared out as well, flames there as well.

Thanks Jean.

I didn't know if she'd hear me, but I hoped she would. I'd chosen not to reveal my power of telepathy yet.

You're welcome. By the way, Scott has your locket. He'll bring it to you at breakfast.

Thanks again.

No, thank you for trusting him… us.

Not to would be a chore.

I could feel her smile and then I felt her leave. I smiled and put on the black shoes. They were very comfortable and I created a brush. I brushed my waist-length hair. Then I looked in the mirror. This outfit really brought out my features. My perfect sized hips, slim waist, and generous bosom were accented. The fabric clung to me like a second skin. My black hair cascaded down my back, the red tips touching my waist. My crimson eyes looked back at me. My tanned skin was accented just right by the color of the fire that I just had to smile. Different or not, I was a reasonably attractive young woman. I set the brush down on my bed and sighed.

Now what?

You could go for a walk.

Will anyone be out and about, Jean?

No. None except Logan, maybe…

That made me pause and reconsider my plans. Finally, I just accepted the fact that I'd be running into him regularly and let it slide.

Thanks.

No problem.

I smiled and left the room silently. I smiled as I took in the morning air. Today was going to be one of those not quite warm days. I smiled and relaxed. Then I turned to the left and walked down the sidewalk. I guess it was a pathway for walkers like me. The world looked much more beautiful in the morning when there was no one around to destroy the silence. Then I heard him. That killed the mood. I heard him before I saw him. He came jogging up the sidewalk towards me. I frowned, watching him come.

"You're up early," he commented, stopping next to me.

"So are you," I replied.

He's not Isaiah. He's not Isaiah. He's not Isaiah.

"What're you doing up this early?" he asked.

He's not Isaiah. He's not Isaiah. He's not Isaiah.

"Just going for a walk," I replied evenly. He ran a hand over his face and then through his hair.

Damn that was sexy… So much for the mantra…

"Would you mind if I joined you?" he asked.

Yes, because you remind me of my dead boyfriend and I'm fighting hard to resist you.

"No," I replied, only to kick myself inwardly.

IDIOT! Why don't you just welcome him into your bed as well?

Instantly, I smothered that thought.

He's not Isaiah. He could never be Isaiah. I won't fall prey to such petty feelings such as lust. Not with him!

For some reason, I didn't believe myself.

"Did you and Cyclops get through your fit last night?" Logan asked as we began to walk. I raised a brow.

"Cyclops?" I asked.

"Scott," Logan replied.

"Why is he called Cyclops?"

"You're avoiding my question."

"Answer mine first."

"He's called that because his power allows him to shoot a powerful beam from his eyes, one beam. Cyclops seemed appropriate. Now answer my question."

"Yes, we did get it figured out, sorted out. What's your alias?"

"Wolverine."

"Why?"

In response, he held up a fist and long metal claws extended from his hand. My eyes widened.

Oh my Ra! Isaiah could do that! Then again, he also could summon Warren's wings. Oh boy… I'm in trouble…

"That explains a lot," I managed to reply. He didn't miss my unease.

"What's wrong now?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said.

"Liar," he retorted.

"It's nothing important," I covered up, hoping he would buy it and let it go. Fortunately, he didn't ask anything else on the subject.

"Nice clothes," he commented.

"Thanks," I replied. "They're gifts from Jean."

That seemed to startle him.

"Jean gave you those?" he asked. I nodded, frowning.

"Is that a problem?" I asked. He shook his head. "Liar. Something about that doesn't sit well with you."

"It's nothing important," he replied. That made me chuckle.

That's just like what Isaiah did. He shot my words back at me too.

I frowned as my mind began to become philosophical.

Perhaps I'm meant to be with Logan… No. I can't do that to Isaiah's memory… But I'm not betraying Isaiah. I'm simply moving on. He'd understand…

I glanced over at Logan.

Then again, maybe not. He's too… feral… for me. That's it. He's too wild.

I thought that the argument with myself was over, but my subconscious mind wasn't done. It left me with a very unwanted point.

Then why did you dream of him in your bed last night and not Isaiah?

Then, all was quiet. How was I supposed to reply to that? Tuning back into the outside world, I noticed that we'd walked quite a ways during my mental argument.

"What time is it?" I asked. Logan glanced at the watch on his wrist.

"Around six," he replied.

"What time are classes?"

"Around eight. Breakfast starts in a half-hour."

"Guess I'll have to be back by then, huh?"

"Yes. Your first class is with me so that I can place you. Then you'll go to Ro's class for English. After that, you go to Jean for Anatomy and Hank for Psychology."

"That sounds like a reasonable day."

Then there was silence as the sun began to rise. I smiled and watched it slowly climb over the distant woods. It was beautiful, especially when it hit the dew on the grass. I glanced at Logan, only to stare. The drops of sweat made his body glisten in the morning light. I was entranced! The hair on the side of his face was matted to his head by the sweat. I struggled to keep my hands at my sides and not reach up and wipe the sweat away. I tried to tear my gaze away before he saw me, but I couldn't!

"What?" he asked, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Nothing," I replied, finally able to break my gaze. My eyes were looking back at the school. Then I glanced back at Logan. "Forgive me."

"Huh?"

Then I froze him in time. With little to no hesitation, I took off at a rather fast walk back to the school. Three-quarters of the way back, I unfroze Logan and continued on. In my mind's eye, I could see him shake his head, then see me walking away. I could almost sense him running towards me. I knew he would ask questions, like why I'd frozen him and why I was beating it into the school. Just as I reached the doors, I glanced back. Sure enough, he was running towards me. Deciding to be annoying, I shot him a playful smile and then vanished into the school. There was no telling what was going on in his mind, not that I didn't have the ability to find out. Still, I didn't want to know. After all, he may think me the weirdest person on the planet. I then darted upstairs, up to Xavier's office. I glanced in the cracked open door. I was not surprised to see him up and working all ready. I smiled and walked in.

"Good morning, Professor," I greeted. He smiled.

"Good morning, Nova," he replied. "What brings you here this early?"

"See for yourself," I retorted, then played the memory of what I'd done to Logan through my mind. He laughed.

"He'll want to know why you did that," he commented. I smirked.

"That's what I'm hoping for," I replied. He shook his head with an amused smile.

"You're going to run him in circles, aren't you?" he asked.

"Of course!" I replied. "Where's the fun in being in a new place if you can't find someone to irritate?"

"Just know that it may backfire on you," he warned. I frowned.

"How so?" I asked.

"You may find that you really like him and, by that time, he'll be so fed up with you that he won't want anything to do with you," Xavier replied smoothly.

"As a friend or something more?" I asked, eyes narrowed.

You aren't insinuating what I think you are, are you?

Yes, I am. Logan may not be Isaiah, but he is one of the most liked teachers here. He is also the center of your thoughts. I can see that right now.

My frown deepened.

You're mad, old one.

He just smiled.

Am I?

Then I remembered something.

How do you know about Isaiah?

While you were unconscious, your subconscious mind was calling out for him and his image kept passing through your mind. Relax, little one. None but Jean, Scott, and I know.

What else do you know?

I hissed that. I didn't want him to know anything more.

Not else. I'm disappointed that you trust Jean and Scott more than I, but I also understand.

Then there was a pause and I relaxed.

"So, I remind you of your grandfather?" he asked aloud. I nodded.

"He was much like you," I replied. "He was kind and understanding as well. He also was known for his honesty, which I've heard you are as well. I almost feel like I have a whole other family here. Scott's like my dad in so many ways, too many to name. Jean's like my mom, understanding to the core. I think I'm going to like it here."

"Well, child…" he paused looking to the now closed door. "Come in, Logan."

I turned and looked at him with an amused expression. Inwardly, I shivered as I forced my eyes to remain on his face. He now wore a simple white, muscle-shirt and loose sweat pants. I could tell by the scent in the air that he had showered.

Damn… he cleans up well…

I heard a snort of laughter from Xavier and turned my face to the floor, letting my hair hide my blush.

You weren't supposed to hear that.

He just laughed even more. My blush increased.

"How may I help you, Logan?" asked Xavier, getting control of himself. I chanced a glance up, only to regret it as Logan's gaze caught mine.

"You can't," Logan replied. "Not unless you're done with my new student."

Xavier saw my face and I could sense him smile.

Remember what I said, little one.

I broke my gaze to shoot Xavier a dirty look, which he just laughed at.

"We're done," I said, getting up and walking towards the door. I weaved around Logan and walked out the door. Still, I'd been close enough to smell his aftershave.

Nightshade… yum… Just like Isaiah…

That jolted me back.

Damn it! He's not Isaiah. He's not Isaiah. He's not Isaiah.

Keep telling yourself that but you'll still fall for him in the long run. You've all ready begun.

I don't appreciate that comment, Xavier… and… I WILL NOT FALL FOR HIM!

Laughter entered my mind and I groaned inwardly. This sucked. Why was I so tempted by Logan and not Warren? Why? Why?

Soon enough, I saw Logan walking beside me.

"What was with freezing me this morning?" he asked. I shrugged, hiding the fact that his voice had made me shiver. I was glad my heart wasn't racing, glad I could control that at least.

"I just wondered if my power would work on you," I replied. "It was merely a test run."

"Why did you then run back to the school?" he asked.

"I didn't run," I replied. "While you were frozen, I walked back. Then I unfroze you once I was nearly to the school."

He stopped and grabbed my arm gently. I stopped and looked at him. He was really starting to get on my nerves. Every part of my body was tingling, branching down from his touch. Inside, I trembled at his touch.

Down girl. He's not Isaiah. Down girl. He's not Isaiah.

"What is going on in that head of yours?" he muttered. I knew I wasn't meant to hear it, but I did.

Let's see what's going on in yours.

I let my telepathy branch out to him. His mind was a bunch of fuzz so I closed out. Then I let my empath-ability flow through me to him. The emotions I felt caused me to smother a gasp. Confusion was apparent, but so was a strong longing feeling, a very familiar longing feeling… Lust… His heart was beating wildly, hurting his ribs. I pulled out and tuned back into the real world, only to realize, to my shock, that our faces were mere inches apart, his head having moved, not mine. I looked into his eyes in disbelief. Then, without warning, I pushed him away from me, froze him, and then darted to the lunchroom. There, I sat down next to Warren and unfroze Logan. Then another boy sat down next to me. I smiled at him.

"Hi," I greeted. "I'm Nova."

"Jimmy," he responded, shaking my offered hand.