Logan walked the hall until he came to the room he thought was Theressa's. He put his hand on the doorknob then politely knocked. A girl about fifteen opened the door. Wolverine had never seen her before. She had blonde hair with blue highlights. Her eyes were blue. She wore black leather top and skirt that went to her knees. She also had on black leather boots with blue trim. Wolverine noticed that all of the black leather was outlined with blue trim. He must have gotten the wrong dorm room.

"Can I help you?" The girl asked sweetly.

"Um yah. I'm looking for Theressa Conwell. Is she in?" Wolverine said stumbling over his words.

"Hold on one sec." The girl said and went back into the room. Wolverine heard the girl tell theressa that someone was here to see her. Then he heard the girl say something about him being Theressa's boyfriend. Theressa evidently slugged her with a pillow or something because the girl said that hurt. With in a few minutes the girl retained to the door and said

"T will be out in a moment." then she left the room and walked to another door. That suprised Wolverine. Here he thought Theressa always hated the nickname he had given her and here she is going by it. That girl was on confusing lady. He knew that much. Theressa was soon at the door but almost shut it when she saw it was Logan.

"Theressa can I talk to you?" Logan said with his hand on the door.

"The names T."

"Okay. T can I talk with you?"

"Sure. Come in."

As T turned her head Logan saw her scar turn red. She was evidently still mad about something and that is what he wanted to find out. T moved to her bed and sat on it. Wolverine sat on the opposite bed and examined T's out fit. She had a black strapless top and blue jeans. He saw T's vine and flower tattoo that she had gotten when she was fifteen. He wondered if she was still on probation from getting it. He noticed T's hair was in a ponytail and you could clearly see the blue strikes in her chocolate brown hair. This look in a way startled Logan. When he had first known her she was a good, quiet, yet defensive twelve-year-old. Now she was a starving for attention, bad to the bone, seventeen-year-old. He wondered if the attention she was after his and no one else.

"Hello earth to Wolverine. Come in Wolverine. Is anyone home?" T said, bring Logan back to earth.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I wanted to apologize for not being around when you needed me. I feel sort of guilty for the way I've treated you over these past few years. I come in here, help with something that could kill all of us. Then when it's all said and done I high tail it back out to wherever I want to go. I have never stopped long enough to ask you how your day was going or even what you had for breakfast that morning." T laughed softly.

She was beginning to warm up to Logan again. Wolverine moved to sit next to T and gently patted her hand. T crossed her legs and turned to face Logan. For a long time there was silence but finally T broke it.

"I just wish you would have stayed around yah know. It is pretty hard to fit in around here."

"Whoa. Stop right there. Why is it so hard for you to fit in?"

There was a long pause before T answered Logan's question. Finally she answered him.

"I don't know. I feel like I don't have any real friends. The day that we picked who we wanted to be our mentor do you know who I picked?"

"Let me take a wild guess. Was it Jean?"

"No."

"What about Scott?"

"No. Not even close."

"Storm? Xavier?"

"No!"

"If you didn't pick Jean or Scott or Storm or even Xavier. Then who did you pick?"

"I picked you, Logan. I know I can always talk to Scott or Jean or Storm but you are the only one that I feel comfortable talking to about stuff. I mean it seemed just as you and I were connecting you pulled yourself out of the picture. You did that to me twice. I didn't know how else to react around you other than the way I did. I am sorry for how I did react."

"No. I'm the one that should be sorry. I think you have every right to be mad at me but hey who ever said we couldn't play catchup." T lined into Logan and gave him a huge. "Don't tell Scottie that I told you but he told me that you might become the youngest teacher here."

T, jumped up off of the bed and almost started to scream. Her scar was now a light blue. Before Logan left he had convinced Scott to allow Theressa to teach a small martial arts class.

"Thank you. Thank you!" T said as she gave Logan another huge.

Just then the security alarm went off. It was flashing red and yellow lights. Soon ear-screeching noise joined the flashing lights.

"Looks like it is show time. You ready T? T?"

Logan looked around the room and couldn't find T anywhere. Then she walked out of her closet in her X-suit. She was wearing a black leather one piece suit. The top was a tank top that tied around her neck. Her boots where attached to her suit and the too where made of black leather. You could clearly see her tattoo on her right for arm until she grabbed her black leather Jacket and put it on.

"You ready T?" Logan asked again as he opened the door.

"Yeah but one thing," T said as she moved to the open door. "Don't call me T anymore."

"Why not?"

"I find it kind of annoying when I'm not upset. Let's go."

They went into the hallway and bumped into Jean, Storm, and Scott. "What's going on?" Jean asked.

"Normally the alarm only sounds once. This time it sounded fifteen times and it's still going." Storm said.

"I don't know but I have a feeling we are about to find out." Scott said as they all ran to the emergency elevator.