A/N: Okay so I am back. It has been about two weeks since I updated which makes me a very bad person but anyway. More people prefer Hemsworth over Evans but whatever. I personally like Evans better but whatever floats your boat, I suppose. Noface if you're reading I used your little suggestion briefly in this chapter because I simply couldn't resist. So thank you for that. Onto the next chapter right after the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC. Everyone else belongs to Marvel, I just like to manipulate them.

Chapter 14

I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around the small girl in return. She began to sob into my shoulder and I rubbed her back soothingly. The others looked on in sympathy and mild amusement. They had obviously experienced this kind of thing before and I began to think of it as almost a rite of passage. When her sobs died down, Kitty pulled back and looked at me. Tears had caused her makeup to run and leave black tracks down her cheeks.

I rubbed a thumb across her cheek, feeling very much like an older sister for the first time and spoke, "Don't cry, Kitty. I'm okay now. Perfectly normal." I gave her a small smirk, "Almost."

The others heard me and laughed. Kitty gave me a wobbly smile before heading back over to the rest of the group. I followed and sat down in between Peter and Bobby on the couch. I smiled at them and Bobby began to speak;

"So," He started. He lifted his hand up. "New ears. That's different." His fingers lightly grazed the back of my left ear and I involuntarily closed my eyes. A strange almost purr like sound came from my throat and I briefly wondered if I was actually a cat instead of a fox. Bobby's hand quickly retracted and Peter laughed.

"It seems your ears are a bit of a 'special spot' for you." He chuckled. "I'd stay away from that, Bobby. That's reserved for someone else, I think." Bobby nearly giggled along with Kitty. Rogue sat stoically next her.

What Peter said caused me to sit up straight, "What do you mean 'reserved for someone else'?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He wasn't the one to answer me. Rogue was.

"He means Logan. We've all the seen the way you act around each other. It's a little sickening actually." Her southern voice was blank so to the others it seemed as if she was being dryly humorous about it. However, I could smell something in her scent that I didn't like. Logan had briefly explained about the role of pheromones in a person's scent before I came downstairs and I began to understand what it was he meant.

"Don't be like that, Rogue." Reprimanded Kitty. "I think it's cute. Logan's been kinda lonely ever since he first came to the Institute. He deserves someone like Natalee." It was like I wasn't there again.

I cut in, "Look, guys. There is nothing going on with me and Logan. Trust me. And if there was, you would all be the first to know. Well, after the Professor, that is." The boys chuckled again. Rogue still sat next to Kitty as if someone had shoved a stick up her arse. I didn't say anything because I was still fairly new and they'd all been friends long before I appeared.

"Yeah like we believe that. It's obvious that something is going to happen." Said Bobby. He had a mischievous smile on his face and I decided I couldn't take anymore teasing. I stood up. "Where you going?"

I huffed, "I'm going anywhere so that I don't have to deal with you lot teasing me about something that's basically non-existent." I had a smile on my face to show I wasn't angry with them and waved goodbye. They reciprocated and I walked out thinking on what they had said.

*The following day*

Sunday had come around again and I would be starting classes the next day. I wasn't exactly upset about that fact because it would give me something to do other than watching TV all day. However, I wasn't looking forward to it either because I didn't know what to expect. So I sat on my bed with the time table that Scott had given to me at dinner the day before trying to figure out what each lesson would entail.

Some of them were easy to guess, like Art and P.E. But others were a little more difficult because they could include a plethora of things. English was one of them. Were we reading a book and if we were which one? Or in History would I be learning American or British History? Maybe something completely different?

A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts. I wondered who it could be since not many people were allowed in this wing of the dorms, due to who inhabited them. I had found out that I was basically in the teacher's wing because of how unpredictable I could be. Only a few students had permission to roam the hallways and most of them I had already made friends with.

"Come in!" I shouted before turning my gaze back to my time table. I was trying to commit it to memory so that I didn't have to get it out every lesson. I didn't bother to look at the person who had entered but I could tell by the scent who it was. Logan.

"Can I help you, Logan?" I tilted my head up to look at him. His expression didn't give anything away.

"Yeah. I'm here to add to your schedule. You're going to have your sessions after your last lesson of the day, every day. They're an hour and a half long and they'll help you to be more in control of your abilities." He explained all at once. Training sessions. With Logan. I didn't know what to think about that now. After what the others had been saying the day before, I was kind of nervous to be alone with him for long periods of time.

I hoped that when I replied that, that nervousness didn't show, "Yeah, that's fine with me." He stood by my bed for a little bit longer. "Was there something else you wanted?"

He seemed to shake himself out of whatever stupor he had been in. "Yeah, um…I'm proud of you, Vix." Proud?

"Proud?" I voiced, "What do you mean?"

Logan chuckled, "I'm proud of how well you've handled yourself since you changed. I'm proud that you didn't lash out at anyone. Well nearly anyone." I smiled, remembering what I had done the morning after my change.

"Thanks, Logan. And I'll meet you in the gym tomorrow after last lesson." I gave him one last smile, which he returned before he turned and left the room. I was left staring at the space he had previously occupied and alone with my thoughts once again.

My mind went instantly to what my new friends had said the day before again. I knew I had this underlying attraction to Logan, but I knew it was almost definitely never going to become something more. Logan didn't feel the same way. I was certain of that. He was just protective of me. Of course he was. I was a new feral and he felt responsible for me. He was never going to think of me as anything more.

For some reason, that last thought caused a deep sadness to wash through my body, saturating my muscles and pouring over my bones. I tried to ignore because it didn't seem to leave me. I spent the rest of my day in room because of it. I spoke to Melissa and Priya over the phone for what seemed to be the one hundredth time. I desperately wanted to tell them what had happened to me but that wasn't an option. I didn't know how they would react and, from what I heard from the others' experiences, I wasn't sure I wanted to.

Eventually, sleep came and, for the first time in a while, it was restless. I tossed and turned almost the entire night and when sleep finally enveloped me, I was finally peaceful and had no dreams at all.

A/N: I wasn't too happy with the ending of this chapter so give me some feedback, please. You'll all get virtual cake and a cup of tea on me if you do.

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