8 YEARS LATER
"A new student? Are you sure that's wise Charles? There are already so many," Storm pointed out.
"Nonsense Ororo, there is plenty of room her in the mansion," Professor Charles Xavier replied, pulling the Cerebro headset off of his head.
"I still don't know about this…" Storm sighed, thinking of how another student would add to the stress of managing the New Recruits and the X-Men.
"Don't fret Ororo, everything will work out for the better," Xavier said wheeling out of the room.
"Sometimes I think your heart is just too big Professor," Storm mumbled following him.
"Let me get this straight. The kid becomes uncontrollable so they get rid of her because their afraid she's scaring their son?" Logan asked the orphanage caretaker.
"Well if that's how you want to put it, yes…"
"What kind of people we talkin' about here?" Logan interrupted. Logan and Professor Xavier had only been in the interview with the orphanage caretaker for more than ten minutes and Logan was already giving him a hard time.
"Very confused and frightened people, Logan," Professor Xavier answered. The caretaker looked relieved, it was pointless to answer any of Logan's questions without being interrupted with a harder question, or Logan answering his own questions. He barely got to say anything in his defense and felt like the conversation was going nowhere, but decided against getting on this stranger's bad side. This was just Logan's way of handling things he didn't want to do.
"That's hardly an excuse, if you don't mind me sayin' Chuck," Logan said, drawing the caretaker's attention back to the pointless conversation.
"Why don't you wait outside Logan, you're making this quite difficult," Xavier snapped.
"Why didn't you just bring Ororo then?" Logan muttered, stomping out of the room. Logan was very pleased with himself. He hated doing anything sitting down for long periods of time, and Logan considered himself a man of action. Talking was more of the Professor's thing. He shut the door behind him and decided to take a stroll down the corridor to pass the time. It was around 5:00 PM, but the curtains of the windows were shut and the hallway was dimly lit, so it seemed much later. On the opposite side of the windows there were the doors of the orphans' rooms. Suddenly, Logan heard a scream and one of the doors opened and two kids dashed out, smacking right into him.
"Ooof! Sorry mister!" said a little girl who looked about six. She had stringy blond hair and one of her front teeth was missing.
"Uhh, that's ok," Logan answered, not sure how to react. The other kid looked like he was about three-years-old. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Logan worriedly with large brown eyes.
"Megan! Brian! It was just a story! I…" a girl called coming out of the room the other two had just fled. She stopped short when she saw Logan. This girl was in her teens, a lot older than the other two.
She regarded him with steely black eyes, and her eyebrows were arched in suspicion as she asked, "Who are you and what do you want?"
A grin tugged at the corner of Logan's lips, "I'm Logan, and you must be Nicole."
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