<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>Storm<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>After the younger Jean Gray left Logan felt angry and antsy. Seeing her, and her insistence that they weren’t meant to be here angered him more than he cared to admit. If there was one thing guaranteed to make the legendary Logan fearful.  Unlike most this past was better than the future he came from. That hell felt like it was just waiting for him. He still dreamed of the wastelands often and unless Storm was sleeping with him he was plagued with nightmares. Here he had everything, everything one could possibly want in the world. Back there though…<br/><br/>Pain.<br/><br/>He knew pain and he knew loss. What happened to him in his future was above all of that. Being the man who killed the X-Men?<br/><br/>That was a fate he couldn’t live with.<br/><br/>When he came here, when he found Ro and all the others… it felt like a dream. He didn’t allow it to become his reality for some time because of that fear he would be yanked back. The idea that this was temporary, or that time would shift again and slingshot him back into the future was ever present. It took a year for him to come back to the X-Men.<br/><br/>To come back to Storm.<br/><br/>He wanted to be with her and that want kept manifesting and refused to leave. Eventually he returned, mostly to be with her but also to help his fellow mutants. He was ever vigilant on the threat of his future. Keeping tabs on those that brought about the Wasteland apocalypse. It was Storm who convinced him not to kill Mysterio….. though he still debated that choice in his head every day.<br/><br/>Speaking of Storm… he heard her coming up to him and his senses flared as he took in her scent. He trusted his scent more than he trusted his own eyesight. Not even Mysterio could fake the intimate knowledge Logan had of Ororo. When she came it felt like a balm of relief on his soul, even more so when her hands wrapped around her and she spoke.<br/><br/>“I want to have it finished before the snow starts falling,” Logan remarked bringing her hands up and kissing them gently. “It’s important to me.”<br/><br/>He was smelly and sweaty so he turned and gave her a quick kiss. He then moved back so he could regard her and answer her question. He didn’t want to throw young buck Jean Grey under the buss… though the growl of anger in his voice was clear.<br/><br/>“That kid Jean Grey,” Logan huffed. “Seems to think the X-Men should be working over time to bring us all to our own time. When I told her I wanted to stay here and had nothing to do with the time machine thing she insisted I should be worried bout getting back to my own place in the world. It made me angry… angrier than I should have been.”<br/><br/>He sighed giving up on the project for now and starting to move back with her to the school. “I just… I can’t go back Ro.” He told her honestly. “I’d rather fucking die.”