Shock covered them, not for the last time. Again? What did this Brown eyed girl mean? Had she and Logan met before?

"I won't let you go." She whispered as she stared into Logan's own brown eyes. "Not this time. Not ever again."

'Who are you?" Logan finally asked. The girl smirked, started to laugh but choked and coughed up blood on Logan's leather coated chest. "Let me just draw my claws out." He felt funny saying it, but it needed to be said.

The girl grew serious, she closed her eyes, and nodded her blood covered head. She clung to his arm as his claws left her. Lucky for her, they were in the space between her heart and her right lung.

"The name is Camron." She told them through close teeth. "I am a time walker." She opened her eyes again, but they didn't stay on Logan. They went from Jean to Rogue, then Bobby, and Kitty, and finally on Xavior. "Hello. Come on in. I need to speek to you." The girl (Camron) touched her temple with her index and middle finger tips.

Xavior folled himself to Logan's blood covered bed-side. He placed his hands on Camron's head, thumbs on her temples. They stayed this way for quite a while.

Logan watched as Camron and Xavior had their conversation. He watched as Camron's flesh slowly pulled itself together, albeit much slower than Logan's would have, but it did. Meaning, Camron could heal herself.

Camron and Xavior came to in an empty room with food on the nightstand. The time walker was fully heald. Camron ate as Xavior left without a spoken word.

"Who is she, Professor?" Jean asked as Xavior entered the kitchen. "Where...When...is she from?"

"Her full name is Camron Star Rose. She is thirty years of age in her time. In this time, she is twenty." Xavior told them, knowing logan wold be disappointed to find that she came from the future and not the past.

"Alright, so why is she here?" Scott asked.

"She's here to stop a force and save a man she loved."

"Logan." Scott coughed.

"No, Scott. She never said Who it was. Her heretage would send you to think otherwise." Xavior told them. "She was born to a woman named Tessa Rose. Camron is a bastard. Her father left before he knew, after Tessa learned that he was a mutant."

"Who was the ass-hole?" Logan asked

Xavior looked away from them, his most loved pupils, ashamed. "I'm sorry to fay that Ass-hole was I. Camron is my ilagitamate Daughter" He left them at that

Scott and jean looked at eachother in shock, not noticing that logan was gone.

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Logan stood in his bedroom doorway. Camron was laying on the floor, cuddling with his pillow. His bed was hardening with her blood. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, Logan watched her sleep. Her back to him, Camron whimpered in her dreams.

She wore a dirty shirt, her blue-jeans were also dirt and grass stained, there where ripps, and just as she faced him Logan glimpsed Scorches on her inner legs. These marks puzzled him. all other marks on her were nature made, but these were different. She showed mor signs of fighting once logan looked harder. There were tears in her pants from some sharp object, they had blood in their tatered edges.

She had been in a battle not too long before then. 'Why?' Logan thought his question at the sleeper. 'Why are you here? What happened to you? How do you know me and do you have the answers to my past?' As he turned out the door, Camron opened her eyes to watch him leave.

"I wish I did." She whispered. "You never told me." Slowly she went back to sleep.

Longer than the last but still short...R&R.

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