Artemis and Megan were rooming with me. I never thought anyone would actually occupy the other bunk bed across from mine, but Megan was sleeping on the top of the other bed, while Artemis was on the top bunk of my bed.

"So you lived here for four years?" She asked.

"Five now." I said, "I turned sixteen a few weeks ago."

Megan looked over at me, "Why didn't you tell us?"

"My culture only celebrates certain birthdays." I said, shrugging, "Some years are considered bad, or even dangerous, and we do certain things to ward it off. Like a priest usually blesses girls at three or seven years old, and boys at five years old."

"Really?" Artemis asked.

"Yeah." I said, "I hear you guys throw a party every birthday, with cake and balloons."

I kicked off my converse, and crawled into bed, wiggling under the covers. Artemis and Megan talked for awhile, until Hellion punched the wall between our rooms, shouting, "SHUT UP, I'M TRYIN TO SLEEP!"

After that the room had gotten quiet, and I was just on the edge of a dream, when the door slowly creaked open. I strained my ears, hearing those footsteps walk across my floor, and to the edge of my bed, "Mio?" Something whispered. Conner. Fan-tastic!

"What." I groaned, opening one eye to stare at him.

"Uh… Hellion fell asleep with his headphones on, and I can't sleep over all that noise." He said. Right, super hearing. I could hear the music from here. I didn't know Hellion listened to Lady Gaga. Make a note of that for future black mail.

I looked over at the vacant bed, no sheets, blankets, or pillows.

I sighed, moving over to the side of the bed. "Fine. But stay on your side."

He moved next to me, sighing contentedly, burying his face into the pillow. Little by little, his breathing slowed, and I knew he was sleeping. I sighed again, and I felt him move, shift a little, then settle down again. Must be a light sleeper. I turned over, facing the wall head on, and let sleep over take me.

IN THE MORNING:

I heard stifled laughter, and a small click, followed by giggles. "What…" I mumbled, opening my eyes a little. I was warm, very warm. And comfortable, more comfortable than I had been in a long time. Took me a minute to realize that was because Conner had both arms wrapped around my waist, his face nuzzled into my neck.

I gasped, and looked over his shoulder to see Artemis and Megan laughing, and Artemis holding a camera.

"WHAT THE-"

"Careful, don't want everyone in the mansion running in here to see now, do we?" Artemis asked, smirking.

"If you two don't get me out of this, I will lock you in the danger room for two hours." I threatened.

Megan shrugged, "Super strength. Sorry."

"That's ridiculous!" I protested, "I can easily get out of this." I tried to pull away, but his arms tightened, yanking me closer, and he mumbled into my neck.

Artemis laughed, "Wow, this is to good to be true."

"Shut up!" I hissed, struggling. This was not normal! What guy does this? Oh yeah, half the teenage population.

Conner frowned in his sleep, holding me tighter, but I thrashed around, trying to kick him or get loose. He grunted in his sleep, and his arms tightened so hard, one of my ribs cracked.

I gasped, and Artemis flinched, "Ouch."

Megan shook her head, "Super strength."

"Look, either go get kryptonite, or get a really big hammer!" I ordered.

The door slammed open, "IT'S FIVE IN THE MORNING WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?" Hellion screamed.

"Crap." I said, as his eyes rested on me. Two seconds… three seconds… four seconds… five-

Hellion burst into laughter, holding his sides and trembling. "The chump got some action!"

"He did not!" I protested. Conner suddenly shot up, holding me so tight, several other ribs snapped. He looked around wildly, then noticed me. Yeah, holding me so tight he broke my ribs, he might want to take note of that.

His eyes widened, and he dropped me, scampering off the bed, and looking at me as I held my ribcage. "Uh… sorry."

He was blushing like mad, but I probably was too. I raised an eyebrow, "Do you need to sleep with a teddy bear, or a stuffed bunny? Anything to keep this from happening again."

"Nope!" Hellion spoke up, "You're his snuggle bunny now!"

"Shut up before I slice open your jugular!" I bellowed.

Conner grabbed his ears, and ran out of the room. "To loud?" I asked.

Artemis chuckled, "Probably just to awkward."

I grunted as my last rib snapped back into place, and stood up. "Okay, Megan, Artemis, prepare to experience a new world of pain and suffering. Danger room. Now."

They groaned, following me down the hall. I was going to have a lot of fun with this.

FOUR HOURS LATER:

"So, did they try to kill you afterwards?" Logan asked, halfway under the X-van. "Wrench."

I handed him the tool, "No. They were to tired."

"You didn't put 'em in Def con 12 did ya?"

"No." I said, shrugging. "Just made some robot dogs chase them around for awhile, till I got bored."

He laughed, "You're cruel."

"Learned from the best." I said, smirking.

He snorted, "True that."

I shook my head, looking around the garage. I've worked on every car in here. I know how fast each one can go, which is a challenge cause we're always trying to make them go faster. I know the exterior lay out, as well as the interior lay out on each and every one. I've fixed everything from flat tires, to spark plugs, fuel pumps, drained batteries, and a bunch of weird, quirky gadgets fixed onto them. Oil slick, machine guns, heat seeking missiles, you name it. Even sharp metal spikes that the X-van would dump in the road so any vehicle following it would get instant flat tires. Logan taught me how to do all of that. He's a natural born grease monkey, and after four months at the manor, he turned me into one.

Logan spoke up, "Kid, I've been thinking."

"What?" I asked. "New idea for the X-jet?"

"No." He said, sliding out form under the X-van and looking at me seriously. "You've grown up a lot."

"Five years." I said shrugging. "Growth happens."

"Yeah." He said, getting up and grabbed two beers from the small fridge. He walked back over, handing me one. I popped my claw, snapping the top off, and taking a gulp. This stuff was addictive. It was a good thing I couldn't get drunk, healing factor eliminating poisons and all that stuff.

"I've been thinking." He said. I raised an eyebrow, and he paused, as if not knowing what to say next. Finally he just sighed, "You look so much like Itsu."

I was silent, I knew who my grandmother was, but to look like her, I had to look a lot like him. I liked to pretend I looked like my mother, but I know that wasn't really true. I had her nose, and her cheek bones, but that was it. My mother had a lot of recessive genes, and I hadn't really inherited much from her.

"Takes me back a little every time I look at you." He said, shaking his head.

I nodded slowly, "You wanted to tell me I look like Grandma?" I had never called Logan Grandpa, but Itsu… I just felt a little awkward saying her name. So, I called her Grandma.

He sighed slowly, "Not really."

"Then what?" I asked.

I just, I've been realizing how you're growing up, and I've been thinking. I'm getting old, and-"

"No you're not." I said quickly, fearing where this was headed. I could blow off Frost, and even Batman, but not Logan. God, please tell me he's not going there.

"Well, in this world, nothing is guaranteed darlin. Something could happen to me any minute, and if that happens, I want to be sure that, that someone takes after me." He explained, eye to eye with me, not letting me look away.

"Logan…" Why me? "Uh…"

"You were the obvious choice." He said, sealing the deal, aka, my doom.

"The obvious choice not to pick!" I objected, standing up quickly.

"Kid-"

"No!" I protested, backing away, "I can't be you Logan! I can't do that, and you know it!"

"I'm not ask-"

"I can't do it! I'm not you!" I shouted, running out of the garage as fast as I could. I wasn't Logan, and I would never be able to take his place. That, I was sure of. I ran across the rocky terrain, and tripped on a particularly rugged area. I caught myself before I fell.

I tried to catch my breath, and realized I was sprawled right over a puddle of last night's rain. The water was still, allowing me to see myself clearly. I nearly screamed when my face shifted to my fathers.

I jumped back up, running through the front door, down the halls, up the stairs, and charged into my bedroom, only to run right into someone. Strong arm's steadied me, and a gentle but strong voice spoke.

"Mio, are you okay?" Conner asked.

I looked up at him, his face portraying concern, and confusion. Without even think about it, I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

"I can't be Logan. I can never be Logan, Conner." I whispered.

His armed hesitantly wrapped around me, "I know how you feel." He said, rubbing my back slowly. "I know exactly how you feel."

I just hugged him tighter. "I'll never be Logan."