((Note: I don't own X-men, just a laptop and a box of crayons. nod Phoebe, Lorcan and Luka are mine, Tara belongs to my evil twin and Adrian belongs to another friend. All the X-men belong to Marvel. Enjoy. )
It was ridiculously early in the morning when Tara heard the roar of a motorcycle making its way up the driveway. The hydro groaned, annoyed as hell to be yanked from her sleep, and rolled over to part the blinds with two fingers. She wanted to know what moron was out and about at 5 AM and what was so damn important that she had to sacrifice her precious slumber for.
The motorcycle's rider was greeted by Professor Xaveier and Logan before she (as was soon revealed) had a chance to get off her bike. She shook their hands and followed the two men inside amidst whispers of conversation. So this must be the last returning member, Tara thought to herself, wishing that she could have heard more of the conversation. Normally, this cluelessness would have bothered her, however, right now she was too tired to care.
When Tara awoke 5 hours later, the early morning visitor wasn't the first thing on her mind. No, breakfast was, she noted as her stomach rumbled. She was starving, having not have eaten the previous day due to, well, Tara really wasn't sure why she hadn't eaten. She'd probably been too preoccupied with her current situation to remember that humans needed food to survive. She decided that making her way down to the kitchen to retrieve breakfast was on the top of her list. The girl hoped that there wasn't another Kurt in the house to clear out the refrigerator in just one mean.
Much to her relief, the kitchen was plenty full of food. As Tara sat down to partake in her quickly and messily prepared French toasts and eggs, she spied a note on the table. Being the nosy person she was, she felt it was her duty to read the carelessly abandoned piece of paper and find out what was so important that it had to be written down and secretly passed. Unfortunately, the note wasn't as juicy as the hydro would have liked. It was, however, a good thing she read it as it concerned her. Apparently, there was a danger room session with Logan tonight for all the people who had returned at Xavier's request.
Great. Not even back one freaking day and she was already faced with one of the things she hated most about living in this place; Logan's hellish sessions. She hadn't trained one bit while she'd been gone and she'd definitely end up regretting that both tonight and tomorrow morning, when she woke up sore from using muscles she hadn't used in years. She could only hope that she didn't completely suck now. That would just be embarrassing.