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"It's jamais vu.
The French opposite of deja vu where everybody is a stranger no matter how well you think you know them." – Chuck P.

It wasn't until I crawled into bed that night that I realized I never asked Tony if he were a mutant. Or if he knew I was. Granted, one of the expected issues of the night would have been that he wasn't a mutant, but who really knew?

After I told Tony goodnight, I went in and asked Logan if we could head back.

"I'm sorry, Storm. I'm just…" I thought of lying, saying I was sick, but I held back. I wasn't going to drag her with me and I wasn't about to tell her to ditch Tony right now. So instead I answered honestly, "Overwhelmed. But I'll talk to you tomorrow, alright?"

She nodded sadly. "Alright…drive safe." Was all she said, looking over my shoulder for Tony who was walking in.

Logan had a questioning look on his face, but he didn't ask any questions, which was nice of him. In fact, the whole car ride was silent as the grave and when we got home I told him I was calling it a night, kissed him, and went to my room. I think it was killing him, but he knew what it was like to have secrets.

I guess you could tell me that leaving Storm with Tony was dumb. What if he was a killer? Was I really gonna leave my best friend to die? Well. No. The thing was, as dumb as that might have been, Storm was a good mutant, she could protect herself. And if worse came to worse, I trusted Jean would be able to look something up about that.

I lay awake all night. I was lucky it was Friday and didn't have to worry about class or training or waking up early. That was the only nice thing on my mind. But of course, everything else was keeping me wide-awake.

I started writing just to clear my head – connecting the dots. But nothing else was making sense. Eventually, my words weren't making sense to me and I lay back down in bed, finally drifting off.

For some reason, no one bothered me all morning. It was a miracle! I slept 'til 1 o'clock, something I haven't done in years. And then…I paced. I pulled on jean shorts and a Phillies shirt, straightened my hair. And then…I paced some more.

It was too good to be true – you can't just lose everyone and then suddenly find a silver lining. Not a second one. Logan and this school were the first.

Arghh! I threw a pillow at my door, frustrated. I should leave this room, but then what?

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Ok, Logan doesn't knock. That leaves…Storm, right? Of course she wants to talk about last night with Tony. Duh.

I opened the door and saw Jean standing there. She was wearing a yellow one-piece and a matching sarong. "Hey, have a second?"

I opened the door wider and ushered her in. She sat on my bed, making herself comfortable, while I sat on the computer chair, facing her.

"So…I heard you met your long lost brother last night?"

"Logan?' I asked, somewhat surprised that he would be a gossip.

"Storm. She was pretty upset, so she asked me to try and see what was in your future with him."

"What? My future – why not her own?"

"She doesn't want to know about her relationship with him, but she's under the impression that…that maybe he did something to you in the past. Something that you can't remember. And since she never knew he had a sister, she became concerned that he might be lying about other stuff." She sighed and played with her ponytail. "So I did…I did my best, anyways, to see what the future held…"

"Ok, oh-mystic-one, what are you trying to tell me?"

"I saw two different scenarios. Now, if you'd let me look into your head I could maybe…"

"No." Realizing I was being short, I added, "The professor tried and nothing." I shrugged.

"Ok, Ok, sorry. I just haven't been able to get many details. I'll just say this – in one vision I saw him sitting at the breakfast table with you and Storm, smiling and laughing. The other one was similar, but further away because your hair is a lot longer. You're at…well I think it's his apartment, and you look like you're staying there for a few days. But you're smiling when you talk with him and there is no obvious tension…"

"Jean, why'd you ask me to be a bridesmaid?"

"What?" She was clearly taken by surprise.

"I'm just wondering. You barely knew me and now that you do, I think you don't like me. So, why even ask?"

"You want to know? Fine. I knew someone was coming that was going to change things. Students would be happier, Logan would be happier…we all would be. A new face, a friendly one. And it was you. And I do like you, I just…"

I waited, not bothering to make an effort. She was of course, going to go on about Logan.

"You are a bit much sometimes."

Wait, what? "Much?"

"Well, you and I are just different in that way. You're crazy and fun, yes, but sometimes you just say things that…don't make sense."

"Yeah but…I explain them!" I argued.

"I know but, the whole…slang and such. You're a teacher in an English Department yet you hardly sound intelligent."

Oh. Oh. Oh.

"So…well, I'm not about to change. And you're the only one with a problem with it."

"I can't be the only one. I just…that's how I see you. And I'm…well I'm getting over hating you for it. But sometimes that bugs me. That's all."

"Whatever, thanks for the news about Tony. You can leave now."

"I don't hate you! I just said it annoyed me! Don't be mad about this."

"Jean, I think you're pretentious and snobby, but do I judge you?" er… "No! I never complained and I always tried to make an effort with you. You just yell at me and hate me because I say things you find dumb. Well, maybe they are dumb, but you have to take me as I am. Now, please leave."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever….And I am not snobby." With that she got up and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Now what? I opened a desk drawer, suddenly remembering my external hard drive, and started loading it onto the computer. It was this, or start cleaning like crazy. The only two things that could distract me right now.

As some of my old pictures were loading, Logan walked in. I mumbled hey and he came up behind me and kissed me quick before looking at the computer.

"Memory lane?" He asked.

"It's a short road, but yep."

"Jean is screaming at Scott about something. Someone told her she was snobby?"

"Hmm…no clue about that one." I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "Do you think Tony killed Asa?"

"That's a big question, Piper. I wasn't the one who talked to him last night."

"It doesn't matter, you saw all the evidence I did." I wanted closure of some sort. I wanted solid answers. I wanted him to lie to me.

"Look, you have to be the judge of this. What did he say, last night?"

"He said he didn't remember anything either. He said he woke up in a hospital, was told I was dead along with our parents, and eventually he was adopted. He said my last name is really Stranton, and that eventually some of his memories came back. And that's how he recognized me."

"Some?"

"Yeah, apparently that night was still hazy." What more could I say?

Something caught his attention on the screen and he leaned foreword. "Who is that?"

"Me, duh. And Asa." We were at dinner at some Cuban café on our vacation to Disney World and I asked the waiter to take a photo of us. I had this idea of making a photo blog that told a story with pictures. I had been taking pictures of all sorts of things, a suitcase, our hotel room, and the neon lights on the restaurant. I wanted to tell the story of our vacation using as little words as possible. That was jr year of college, and I ended up just putting the photos on facebook. What a waste of an idea.

"That's Asa?" He asked slowly.

"Yes. You have seen her before…granted the situation was different."

"No…I've never seen the woman in the photograph before. "

"That's not true, you saw pictures of us in the apartment. It's the same person."

He closed his eyes, "No, I never really…saw her. I only really saw the old prom photos of you and pretending to be jealous. This…I'm telling you, I would have recognized her face."

"Even covered in blood?"

"No, it wasn't covered in…When we got there, she was facedown, throat slit, but…her face was untouched."

"Logan, that's a lie." I accused, but I think part of me knew he was telling the truth.

"If that wasn't Asa who you found, who was it? And…what happened to Asa?"

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