Chapter Four (Logan)

"So, Logan," said Kitty as she worked on her science PowerPoint. "what's up with this new girl? She acts exactly like you."

Not long after Storm had gone to clean up Lauren, she asked me to supervise one of her classes in the computer lab. A class that Lauren was in. She looked totally out of place in Storm's clothes---A grey, formfitting quarter-length shirt, some black slacks. She was even in heels. Her knuckles were bandaged messily, and there was still dried blood on her skin.

"I dunno. She just. . .stumbled in this morning."

"Well, what's her power?"

I kicked my feet down from the desk. I realized that I hadn't even asked the kid is she was even mutant-qualified.

"Uh. . .I don't know."

Kitty laughed and tossed her brown hair over her shoulder. "This is some stuff you kind of need to know as a teacher."

"Kitty, I'm not a teacher."

"Whatever you say."

I got up from my seat and started over to where Lauren sat. She was getting frustrated, mumbling something about not understanding and a four-letter word beginning with "S".

"Lauren," I said, wondering how I was going to word this to her.

"What?" she said, in a tone that was like poison. "I'm a little busy here, bub."

"I need to talk to you in the office, darlin'."

She turned around and glared. She huffed and stood up. I noticed that she was even close to my height. I shook my head. "C'mon."

On our way, Storm was coming down the stairs holding a grade book. She looked up and saw us. "Logan! I told you to watch the kids!"

"I need you to come to the office with us, Storm, there's something we need to…discuss." I said, nodding over to Lauren. She looked up, an angry expression on her face. "Wow, what a delicate flower of a girl you are," I muttered to her. "Oh, yeah," she said, sarcasm dripping. "and what a gentleman you are."

I could tell Storm was holding back the urge to laugh out loud. "Lauren, you can't be his long lost daughter or anything, can you?" Lauren pursed her lips and clicked her tongue. "Not exactly,"

When we finally got to the office, Storm closed the door behind her and gave me the universal, "Logan, behave," look.

"Lauren, you need to tell us how you're a mutant." I said finally. "In other words, what are your powers?"

She flushed, and took in a deep, shaky breath. She balled her hands into fists, and I heard a familiar snikt noise. "Oh my God," I breathed.

There stood Lauren, three claws coming out of each of her knuckles, made out of a material that I knew could only be adamantium.