Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a happy thing. Studies had shown that 98% of the population settled down with their soulmates but Skye wasn't one of them.

After Lincoln and her had difficulty training the inhumans that they came across, it seemed wise to send them to someone who actually knew what they were doing or at least until they could find a better way of dealing with the situation. So Skye ended up driving up to the Xavier mansion with Yo Yo, Eden and Lincoln with plans to take notes on how they could train their new recruits. If she could help it, Skye wasn't going to let any of the inhumans she found suffered the way she did. She wanted to give them the choice to stay with them or leave with the ability to control their powers.

The Professor introduced her to Jean and Storm and with the rest of the usual teachers out on a mission, it wasn't until day three of her stay there that she met the notorious Wolverine.

"Hey-" she paused, frowning at the can in the man's hand. "Is that beer…? In the morning?"

"Yea. You're the kid recruiting into that insect group right?" He grunts.

"Caterpillars, name's Skye. And no, I'm not actively recruiting your students for Caterpillars but I won't reject them if they wanted to." She thrusts her hand out and gives her widest fake smile. The man looks so grumpy that he might even rival Bucky's grouch, something she didn't think was possible.

"Logan," is all he says and gulps the beer down, ignoring her outstretched hand.

Talk about awkward.

Skye doesn't have the luxury of time to brood over how the gruff man is a teacher here and spends the rest of the afternoon settling her new charges, observing this teacher's training methods. He's exceedingly handsome despite the red sunglasses that covers his eyes. Skye wonders what colour his eyes would be. She hasn't fantasized about a guy this much since Ward but she finds herself wondering how those lips would feel like against hers.

It's odd but it makes sense when she swings face first into his firm chest and scatters the books in his hands.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" She exclaims, crouching to pick the books and papers.

His hard stare through his rose-tinted sunglasses feels like it's burning a hole in her. "So you're the one," he says and she freezes.

Those four words had carried her through her darkest times and she fantasizes that her soulmate would say it with a crooked smile. She's very pleased that he is her soulmate but finds his piercing stare disconcerting. Shouldn't one be happy to meet their soulmate?

Then it all changes when he breaks the silence with his next words.

"Sorry. I'm not interested," he simply says, snatches the books and papers and stalks off.

Skye is still standing there when Logan comes across her in the hallway. "You okay?" he asks and sniffs the air. "I see you met frowny."

"Frowny?" She repeats in an incredulous tone.

He shrugged. "It's like his eyebrows are permanently knitted together."

She doesn't know to burst in laughter or tears and frankly, she feels like doing both. The grouchy man is nicer than she expected and she knows he had said that to make her smile.

Skye feels like something is shattering in her when she sees Frowny (aka Scott) watches Jean with those adoring eyes. And struggles to breathe as he leans his head against Jean, laughing as she says something. Those long fingers that she had imagined in her hair is carding the vivid red hair instead of hers.

She wants to demand why but with the way her soulmate presses his lips to Jean's hair, she doesn't need to ask. Logan sidled up to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders and tells her in his gruff way, "You don't need him, Doll."

He's right. She is proud to be an inhuman, commander of the Caterpillars, left hand of Director Coulson, part of the secondary team for the Avengers.

Skye is proud of what she is and she doesn't need him to be kickass. So she walks away and never looks back.