<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/10wrp4zrhzcnjka7dklcxz6ebhd.jpg?w=780)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan Howlett<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 23rd<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Grounds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Shirtless<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jean Gray<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>He found a perfect little place for Storm and he, a place that sat perched on a grassy knoll just on the edge of the school’s borders. Professor X being just as great a man as he was in Logan’s dimension had leased him the land on the school property to make his home with Ororo Monroe. Enough space for her garden, a garage for him to build bikes, and a quaint two story log cabin. When he wasn’t helping at the school he was here working on the foundation and the basics. He had plenty of experience building a home, though this was a far prettier area than the wasteland.<br/><br/>The wasteland.<br/><br/>Logan paused shirtless and dripping with swear as he pulled back from the construction work. For a second he lost himself in another time, the time he’d came from and held his worst nightmares. Unlike some of the others who were eager to go back Logan future was dead so far as he was concerned. He’d rather die himself than go back to it. This place, this wonderful past of his was a second chance.<br/><br/>A second chance with her.<br/><br/>The place he came from, there had never been anyone for him but Storm. His love for her was absolute and complete and unrequited because of her love for T’Challa. By the time he wised up and grew enough to settle down and have a future with her she was already with the man known as Black Panther. He supposed he should be grateful though… she was in Wakanda when Mysterio twisted his mind and made him kill the X-Men.<br/><br/>His hands were shaking and he gulped visibly. He walked a thin line of grief every day as he tried to acclimate while dealing with his survivors’ guilt. No matter how hard he tried to defeat the nightmares once and for all they remained like a splinter in his mind. Only Ro seemed capable of calming him enough to give him a peaceful sleep.<br/><br/>A smell caught his nose and broke him from his thoughts. Someone was approaching… and he turned in the direction of the wind so he could see who it was. His eyes widened ever so slightly realizing the pretty red head coming up to him was the time displaced Jean Gray. Their interactions were brief before and he’d stayed out of the whole “time travel machine” work. He wanted no part in going back home.<br/><br/>“Sorry kid,” Logan grunted moving to the workbench and grabbing a cold beer. He used the wood of the work bench to pop the top and took a long sip before extending it out to her. “I want nothing to do with time travel so I’ve kept a wide berth of the project. If going home is really your wish I’m sure the eggheads are working on making that happen. Want my advice? Live in the moment don’t worry about going home and worry bout yourself instead.” He told her with a grunt.