I DO NOT OWN LOGAN.

Laura's P.O.V.

Within a couple of hours, Yukio, Dad, and I are on a private plane, on our way to Japan. Dad doesn't look comfortable on the plane, like out of all the things that he's been through, a plane ride is the scariest. Yukio sits back in the seat, and is clearly trying to get some sleep. I decide to do the same.

I ask for a blanket, and when they give me one, I kick off my shoes, curl up into the seat, and immediately fall asleep before they can ask me any questions.

I dream of my dad. Not the young version of my dad, but the older version. The one I know. We're both standing in the middle of the woods that he died in, and I know that I'm dreaming. I don't know how I know… but I do. Dad is wearing the same thing that he died in, but there's no trace of bloodstains on his clothing. And he doesn't look as beaten down or tired.

I look down at myself and realize that I'm wearing the same clothes as that fateful day. I look around and notice that we're alone. No reavers, no Pierce or Dr. Rice. Not even my friends are in sight.

I look back at Dad and realize that he's smiling. Why is he smiling? Is he happy to be dead? And then I do a mental head slap. Of course he's happy that he's dead. At least now that he's dead, he's not suffering. He's not in pain anymore. And if I can be thankful for anything anymore, it's that… even though I'd rather have him alive with me.

I start to walk toward him, wondering if heaven could exist and if I'm there. Or maybe I just got drunk off the fumes from the bar. Probably neither. The first thing that tips me off that something's off is the fact that—as I get closer to him—Dad's eyes appear to be red. That—the reminder of X-24—is enough to stop me in my tracks when I'm about ten feet from him.

I then watch as his gray hair shortens and turns brown, his wrinkles disappear, and his smile turns into a menacing look. My eyes widen and my heart drops into my stomach as I back away from him slowly. Standing before me is no longer my dad, but X-24.

An anger I've never felt in my life fills me in that moment. I'm surprised that it didn't wake me up, the emotion was that strong. Even though I'm aware that I'm dreaming, I run towards X-24. He killed my dad, and even though I already killed him in real life, I still hold a grudge.

But I don't reach him. Right as I go to jump onto him, I'm awoken by a sharp shaking of the plane that I'm on. Damn! I hate when I'm awoken from a dream that I didn't want to be woken up from. It's like when you're in the middle of reading a really good book, and then someone takes the book from you and throws it into a pond, destroying the pages so you can't read it anymore. It just leaves you with feeling unaccomplished or something. Well, that's how it feels to me. I really wanted to know how the dream was going to end, but now I probably won't be able to.

I'm about to open my eyes and stretch when Yukio's voice stops me.

"Do you know her?" she asks in a low voice. It takes me a moment to figure out that she's talking to my dad about me. I feel two pairs of eyes on me, and for a moment, all I can hear is the rain outside, crashing onto the walls of the plane and the windows.

"No. I have no idea who she is," Dad says.

"What was in the letter she gave you? Who wrote it?"

"It was a letter from a friend of mine. He didn't tell me exactly who she is, just that he sent her to look after me. Told me that he got a feeling that something bad would happen and so he sent her to look for me." He snorts. "If something happens and I'm unable to watch after myself; I highly doubt a twelve-year-old would be able to protect me."

"I dunno," Yukio whispers. "Anyways, that's supposed to be my job." I can hear the smile in her voice. She sighs loudly. "It's just…"

"What?"

"I can't see her."

"What do you mean?" Dad sounds confused. I can't blame him because I'm not exactly sure what she's talking about, either.

"I try not to look into the future… to see someone's death. I don't do it on purpose… most of the time. But I got curious with her. I tried to see her death, to make sure that she'd be okay. But I can't. It's like she doesn't exist." It's quiet for a while after that. I'm about to fall back asleep when they start talking again.

"Who do you think she is?" Dad asks.

"I don't know. She could be anybody," Yukio answers. "She resembles you." My heart skips a beat at that statement.

"What!" Dad sounds completely taken off guard. Glad to see that somebody can still surprise him… other than Charles when Charles told Dad that I'm his daughter.

"Even though most of your face is covered in hair," Yukio jokes. "I can see the resemblance. The shape of her face, the shape of her eyes, the color of her hair…"

"What are you saying?" Dad growls.

"Hey, take my observations with a grain of salt. I could be just suffering from lack of sleep and be seeing things that aren't there, but…"

"But what?" Dad challenges, not in a mean way. He sounds impatient.

"I don't know. Makes me wonder why Charles sent her… and not somebody else. Don't you think it's strange that he didn't send somebody bigger, stronger, older. Why did he send her?"

"I dunno," Dad sighs in defeat.

"Maybe you can look through her bag while she's asleep… see if there's anything in there that could tell us who she is," Yukio suggests. Yeah, like I'll let that happen. The comics from the future—the ones about the X-Men—are in my bag, along with future Jean's letter and Dad's glasses. I'm lucky they haven't seen Dad's dog tags. It'd raise a lot of questions as to how I got them.

I hear someone move in their seat, and—knowing that they are reaching for my book bag—I go into defensive mode. My eyes snap open and I reach out and grab my bag the same time Dad does. We lock eyes and he goes to rip it from my hands, expecting me to not have enough strength to resist. Boy is he wrong. I pull back with all my might. We struggle like that for a few minutes.

"You can have this back when I figure out who you are," he growls. I growl back at him as a sense of Déjà vu washes over me. Dad and I did the exact same thing—fight over my back pack—back at his old hideout… right before we were attacked by reavers. I would find it funny if I wasn't trying to hold onto my book bag right now.

"Logan, just let it go," Yukio commands softly. Dad reluctantly lets the bag go, and I frown at him. He might be my dad, but he's getting on my nerves.

"It's okay, we're not going to take your things," Yukio tells me.

"I don't even think she can understand English," Dad grumbles. Okay. Wonder what gave him that idea. Especially since I somehow knew that he was going to touch my bag.

I turn over in my seat, curl up into my original position, and hug my bag to my chest.

"Laura," I tell them.

"What?" they ask at the same time.

"That's my name. And I'm fourteen, not twelve." Everyone is quiet after that, nobody really wanting to break the silence that surrounds us. After about an hour without being able to fall asleep, I kick off the blanket and look around myself. Yukio looks to be sleeping in her seat across from me. Dad isn't sleeping, but looking out the window, lost in thought. When I kick off the blankets, he looks over at me. We lock eyes for a moment before I look away.

That's when an idea hits me. Yes. I know how I'll save my father. It's crazy and might not work, but it's the best I'm going to come up with.

My idea is simple. The person who is responsible for Dad losing his immortality is Yashida. The reason why he was able to have such an advantage over Dad is because he faked his own death, only to show up alive. So, all I have to do is make sure that Yashida's death isn't fake. I have to kill Yashida.

A/N: What did you think? Please review!

~Gina