"Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one."-Friedrich Halm


Rays of sunshine streamed through the window. They warmed my face. The sky outside was a baby blue filled with white glowing clouds. Unlike yesterday, the breeze was warm and pleasant, just like in my visions. What a beautiful day to turn nineteen.

It seemed like ages since I'd slept so well, without tossing or turning. I played with a lock of hair, spinning it around in my fingers. The beams of light continued down my arm, heating patches of skin in their path. Life had never felt so good.

I jumped out of bed wearing a smile. I combed my hair and let it rest on my shoulder, which I hadn't done since Logan left. He loved it down because of the shallow curls.

The window was wide open. The gentle wind was filling my room with natural aromas that made me feel at home. I walked to the window and peered out at the beauty that lay ahead. The driveway was barren except for a grey motorbike. Scott must have gone shopping.

I was headed towards Professor Xavier's office. He was home for the weekend and I needed to talk with him. We were discussing my visions before the Professor left for California in search of another mutant child. Hopefully his journey was successful. They usually were.

The door to his office was cracked and barley audible voices were talking inside. I leaned against the door to get a better listen.

"Why would you show up now?" Jean's gentle voice was angry. A feeling inside me wanted to comfort her, but held back under the circumstances. "Why would she want to see you, of all people?" A man grunted from within.

Professor Xavier cut in. "Jean, please, there is absolutely no reason to be upset. I was the one who sent him on the mission; he was, at the time, rather unwilling to go." There was a brief silence.

Scott's voice broke the blankness. "Why don't you come back tomorrow?" I heard the uneasiness in his words. "Let's not ruin her birthday."

Shock rang through me. Who would want to spoil such a perfect day? Why was I the topic of such a fierce conversation?

A deep guttural voice spoke up. "I have the right to see her." The man growled, "Dammit Jean, did you every once think that maybe she'd like to see me too?"

My mind ran a blank. My hands involuntarily clutched the dog tags that hung from my neck. How long had I waited for this? How long had I cried myself to sleep, praying he'd come back safely. And now they wanted him to wait to see me? They couldn't. I needed to see that he was safe, to hold him in my arms. My Logan was home. And he was right… I couldn't wait to see him too.

I planned at that very moment, to burst through the door, but self-consciousness stopped me dead in my tracks. What if he didn't remember me? What if I didn't remember him? So many times I'd fantasized our reunion. I pushed an ear closer to the door.

"Logan, you wouldn't even recognize Julie if you saw her!" Jean sounded on the verge of tears. Someone moved in the room and the floorboards creaked.

"I'm sorry Logan," Scott mumbled, "I'm not going to let you see her, at least not until tomorrow." Anger filled my body. What right did they have? What did they think I was some prize possession to be won? I couldn't hold back much longer. My body was already urging me forward.

The sudden singe of metal being pushed through flesh made me shiver. Obviously Logan didn't like their answer. Professor Xavier sighed, "It looks like you won't be needing those claws after all," The Professor laughed. "It seems she's already managed to find you." The door creaked open and a new burst of light entered my eyes.

There stood Logan, as beautiful as he'd always been to me. Time had not ravished him as it did me. I'd grown at least two feet during his absence. To my relief he hadn't changed a bit, in both his looks and attitude.

We just stared at one another. So overcome by different feelings. I hadn't expected to be so overwhelmed. I ran at him and he held me in his arms, hiding me from the rest of the world. It was like he'd never left. Different emotions were taking hold of me. My mind was unstable.

I pushed away from him. Fury soon filled my bones. Resentment ran through me, clean and strong. Why hadn't he called? Why hadn't he written that he was safe and all right? He really hadn't cared about me? Jean was right. Logan stood there looking confused. My body couldn't contain all this rage and passion at once, so I let it out in the only way possible.

I punched him.


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