Chapter 2: Who are you?

"Okay, so again, why did you send studdley over there to get me?" I asked the professor, crossing my legs and arms and leaning back in the plush arm chair I was sitting in.

"I've been watching you telepathically through celebro. You seem to have abilities that could be useful to the X-men. I thought by observing you I would be able to help you with your…. problems." He frowned at the last part.

"I don't have any problems!" I snapped getting up and walking to the window where Logan stood, arms crossed, staring out the window.

"You don't call burning down an entire school a problem?" He asked bluntly. I turned to stare at him, heat building in my body.

"You don't have control over your emotion based powers yet, I think with some training and help you could," the professor finished. "Watch."

The heat that I had been feeling cooled itself and my mind went blank; for a few blissful seconds. It was like my whole body was numb. No energy, no emotions, no memories; it was just me. Almost as soon as it happened, it was taken away. I opened my eyes to find the professor smiling at me.

"Okay, you have my attention," I said, walking back to the chair in front of him and sitting down. "How did you do that?"

"Well, as I already explained, I'm a telepath. I merely entered your mind and relieved you of all your emotions, therefore taking away your abilities. From what you've described, your powers are completely fueled by your emotions. Is that correct?"

I turned my gaze away from his blue eyed stare.

"Yeah, that's basically how it works." I answered looking down at my hands. "When I'm happy, I feel light as air; when I'm calm and collected, I'm cool as water; when I'm stern and concentrating, I'm hard as a rock; and when I'm angry, I'm hot as fire. It's never just me." I lifted my face to look at him again.

His eyes were kind and understanding.

"Well, maybe I can help you with that."

"And this is your room," he grunted opening the door and leading me inside. I entered slowly, looking around, and planted myself on the plush bed.

"It'll do," I declared, bouncing a little to check the springs. "We're gonna have to do something about the pink though. I don't do pink."

He let out a snort and put his hands in his jean pockets. I couldn't help but notice hisbig hands and which were attached to two very manly, muscular arms. My gaze continued to wander and notice that even though his face was hard, it was extremely attractive. His chin looked like it was chiseled from stone and his eyes were a deep brown, almost black. His hair was slightly wind swept from the motor cycle ride, but thick, the kind of hair I might want to tangle my fingers in. A small grunt from him awoke me from my thoughts.

"Well, good luck with that," he answered, starting to walk out the door.

"Umm not so fast buddy," I said, standing and closing the door with a small gust of wind. "It's Logan, right? You're taking me shopping." I smiled, walked up to him, and stood in front of him.

"You're kidding. I'm not taking you anywhere," he answered, turning to open the door.

"Excuse me mister man," I fumed, pushing him and wedging between the door and him. "Yes, you are. Might I remind you that it was YOU who came to the bar and stole me out of there without any of my things? It was YOU who made me leave behind MY motorcycle. And it is YOU who the professor told to make ME feel at home and show me around. Therefore it is YOU who is going to take me to the nearest mall and bring me to get some clothes!" With that, I gave him a big "humph," grabbed his motorcycle keys from his pocket, opened the door and marched out.

From behind, I heard him start to protest again, but stop himself. With a huge sigh and a couple of grumbles, he followed me down the hallway. He caught up with me easily and stopped so he was in front of me.

"Okay, you listen to me." He growled under his breath, backing me against the wall with every word. "I am not your slave boy. These," he said grabbing the keys, "are my keys. And the only reason I'm taking you is because you have nothing with you and the boys here will get far too excited having a girl around that doesn't have anything to sleep in." Turning and walking towards the top of the staircase, he yelled back, "Let's go!" He started to make his descent.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Man, he's got balls," I thought following him down the staircase. He had already started the motorcycle by the time I was out the door. As I settled behind him and held onto his waist, I couldn't help but smile; I still won.