<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/JWIWv1D.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James 'Logan' Howlett<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Blackbird, monitored airspace around Westchester County<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, 2017, early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers | Cyclops<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Continuing Salem's pilot lessons in the Blackbird<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I'm gonna take 'er into the air, then I'll transfer controls to you. You ready for this, Slim?"</strong>Unlike the young firebrand wearing his cowl, this old regenerative, adamantium-clawed mutant used Salem's nickname with no malice. In fact, as he glanced over at her, each of them sitting back in their pilot and co-pilot seats as the Blackbird glided rumbled up the runway, Logan had a small smile on his face. She was the most unexpected surprise of this new universe that he found himself in, so different from Scott Summers, yet so similar. But he felt more of a kinship with her than he ever felt with Scott, and Logan often found himself thinking at great lengths, wondering why their relationships were so different.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was their relative age. Scott had been older, rougher, closer to Logan in terms of maturity; He certainly hadn't looked up to Logan in any way, like Salem did. Maybe the girl was just a bit nicer than her counterpart, regardless of how young she was. Or maybe it was that she was a girl. Logan didn't like to think that he was sweet on her for being a cute little thing; She was far too young for him to even think about her in that sort of manner. He had often times in the past found himself close to younger women in a very similar manner. Between Kitty, then Jubilee, Logan always seemed to have a sidekick of sorts, someone that he could strengthen and prepare for the big world ahead of them, while they softened him around the edges and made him more human. As he adjusted to a new, familiar friendship with Salem, he tried to frame the dynamic between them in a similar way.<br/><br/>Logan gripped his controls and slowly pulled the stick back, tilting the nose of the plain upwards. Wind caught beneath its wings and their jets thrusted against the tarmac beneath, and soon they were angling into the air, climbing thousands of feet as rapidly as they could before stabilizing at around thirty thousand, just above the clouds.<strong>"Altitude... Steady. Tilt is level. Speed is constant. You ready, Salem? Just take your stick and take us gently north."</strong><br/><br/>They'd done this a few times already; She was slowly becoming a natural. Logan had demanded twenty hours in the danger room doing simulations before he'd consider putting her in the co-pilot's chair, but she'd did well and never complained. Neither of them were big talkers, but the silence between them wasn't usually awkward or tense, but friendly and understanding. In that sense, she reminded him of his Jean... The thought made him wince. He'd loved Jean... Any parallels drawn between her and Salem were just inappropriate. Slowly, Logan pulled his hands away from his sticks, letting Salem take full control for the simple maneuver. Staying in the air as easy; He'd let her take them a few hundred miles or so before navigating her back around, at which time he'd take control and angle them for a landing, all the while giving her instructions and things to remember about the various gauges and controls.<strong>"How you doin' over there? Easy stuff, right?"</strong>