I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

For the next week I avoid most people, namely Jean, Hank and Rictor. I'm still pissed at Jean for what she said, and I can't deal with Rictor's constantly apologizing and then Hank's sympathetic gaze. They all seem like they'll annoy the hell out of me right now. The only person I can stand at the moment is Charlotte. She's around my age and is a good listener. She doesn't judge and she's genuinely the closest thing I've ever had to a friend.

"I just can't believe that she had the nerve to say that to me," I exclaim as I lean against the post of her bunk bed. Charlotte sits next to me, drawing in a sketch pad of who I suspect is that guy she has a crush on.

"Well," she starts as she shades in his hair. "I'm not really surprised. I mean, she was shocked and hurting. And people tend to say things that they don't mean when they're hurting." I shake my head.

"It's just, telling me that I don't know the kind of pain that she's going through was wrong. He's my dad! And I-" I break off, sensing that my anger is about to get the best of me. I take a couple of deep breaths and continue. "I had to hold him in my arms and watch as the life drained out of him. For my entire life, I had been reading comic books about him and I had always wanted to meet him so that I'd have someone that understood me."

"You got more than you bargained for in my opinion. I swear, you guys were so much alike that it was a wonder you hadn't killed each other yet." I growl at her but Charlotte only responds by rolling her eyes.

"Don't growl at me, it only proves that what I said is true." I huff and start to pace the room.

"Sometimes I don't even know why I'm here. I mean, Transigen pretty much died with Dr. Rice and Pierce, so there isn't really any danger for me. I'd be able to blend in with the humans." Charlotte gives me a look.

"Girl, don't lie to yourself. You'd blow your cover the second somebody pissed you off." I hate to admit it, but she's right. I should get my anger issues under control before I go anywhere. If I don't then I'd most likely try to gut the first person who makes me mad. "And can you stop pacing? You're making me nervous." I keep pacing, pretending like I hadn't even heard her.

"Plus, you're only fourteen, everybody would be suspicious of a teenage girl living by herself. Besides, do you really want a normal life? Going to school, dealing with annoying teachers. Having a boyfriend and going to college and getting a job then possibly getting a house and getting married and having kids. Don't take this the wrong way, but that doesn't seem like something that you'd do. I don't see you getting married or even having a family." She's right.

"I never want to have kids. Or get married," I tell her. "I'd have to watch them grow old and die while I'm stuck forever at whatever age I stopped aging."

"Well, you'll grow old eventually, right?" Charlotte asks. "Logan eventually did." I shake my head.

"Charles told me that my dad only started aging again after his healing powers were impaired when he was in Japan. This old guy extracted his immortality so that he could have it for himself. If there is one thing that I wish that I could go back and change, it would be preventing my dad from going to Japan-" and just like that, I have an idea that is crazy and dangerous and might not work.

"Oh no," Charlotte says as she sets down her sketch pad. "I don't like the look on your face." I stop pacing and sit down next to her.

"I have an idea, but you're not going to like it," I tell her. Charlotte tucks a strand of her dark hair behind her ear and frowns.

"Okay, what is it?"

"I overheard Jean, Paul, Tina, Brad, and Angie talking last week. They mentioned something about a time machine." This takes Charlotte aback a little bit. Like me, she never thought that Eden would have a time machine stored in their basement.

"What the hell? Who just has a time machine sitting around?" I shrug.

"That's not the point. The point is that they said that the time machine isn't safe for anybody to go through because the current of the machine would tear them to shreds."

"Oh no, Laura. Please tell me that you and I are not thinking the same thing."

"I have my dad's fast healing. I could go through the machine and be able to heal fast enough to not die. They already wanted me to be their test subject anyway; I could just make it a condition that if I were to be their guinea pig, that they had to send me back to the past so I can prevent him from losing his immortality."

"And how are you gonna do that? You have no idea where he was hiding out let alone what year this all went down." This deflates me a little. As usual, Charlotte deactivates my plans with the logistics. And then I think of something that could work.

"I could ask Jean what year this all took place in, and then I could go to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and have Charles help me find my dad." Charlotte gives me a pained look.

"Laura what you're suggesting is really dangerous. You're just a kid who will be in the middle of a war filled with highly skilled adults." I start to protest, but she already knows what I'm going to say. "I know that you're skilled in fighting, too. But Logan had his entire skeleton covered in adamantium, you only have your claws covered. You're more vulnerable to broken bones and more prone to injury than him. And yes, I get that you have fast healing, but look at what happened to your dad. He got his immortality taken away. He was deteriorating. I don't want that to happen to you, too." I huff loudly. I want to listen to her, because she makes a good point, but I can't. My mind is made up, and there's no going back. My dad risked his life so that he could save me and my friends. The least I could do is return the favor. But I know that if I don't pretend like she's persuaded me to no go through with this, then Charlotte would do everything in her power to stop me. I know what I need to do.

I nod my head, pretending like Charlotte has talked me out of this crazy plan. "Okay." This seems to surprise her, as she thought that I was going to put up more of a fight.

"What?" she asks.

"I said okay. I won't go through with it. It'll tear me up inside, knowing that there's something that I can do to prevent my dad from dying. But I know that it's crazy. I mean, how do I know that anybody would believe me? They could just think that I am crazy or something. And then there's the fact on how I would get in to kill the dude and his son and that puta who with that crazy tongue without anybody seeing me-" I stop talking because I had begun to talk myself out of it. I think that Charlotte believes me, because she smiles and gives me a hug. I, as usual, stiffen at the slightest of human contact, so I'm not sure how to react to her hug.

"I know how much you miss your dad," she starts. "I don't blame you for that. But I think of you as a sister, and I don't want to lose you. So, thank you for not going." I kind of feel bad about lying to her; but that feeling quickly passes as I remember that I could possibly save my father's life. Let's just hope that I don't: a) die or b) get caught in the butterfly effect that erases my birth out of existence.

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~Gina