Requested by @curious-tricksterâ : â For a gender neutral reader. Maybe something about the reader being very popular with the students. They always bake cookies for them and do stuff like organizing games or movie evenings. And the students want to give something back and ask Logan for help, as he is very close to them. What exactly the surprise is is up to you.â
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Y/N smiled as a student ran up to them and handed them a paper. âThank you for the cookies Professor Y/N.â
They smiled, âThank you Jaime.â
She smiled and ran away, back to her friends. âLook whoâs little mx popular.â
They laughed and rolled their eyes at Logan, âReally Logan?â
âWhat? Youâre the only teacher who getâs gifts from the students. Iâm jealous.â
âI donât know why they do it though.â
âI--ya donâ?!â They shook their head, âWell, ya do so much for 'em. They wanna game night? Boom, youâve done it. Cookies? I think you permanently smell like cookies and brownies âcase ya always makinâ âem.â
âIâm just being nice.â
âThatâs to you, buâ to them? Youâre showing that ya care.â
âI--I donât understand Logan.â
He gave them a small smile âYou will eventually.â He walked away and Y/N stood there confused.
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Logan turned as he heard students talking behind him, âDo ya kids need somethinâ?â
âYeah, I was--well, we were wondering, whatâs something that Professor Y/N likes?â
âWhy?â
âWe wanna surprise them. Theyâre birthday is coming up and they always do things for us, so we were wanting to do something for them.â
Logan nodded, âAh, well, they like films. Star Wars are their favorite. They always talk about it.â
âWhat else?â
âWell, they do like cookies. Chocolate chip ân Sugar are their favorites.âÂ
âBut how do we make those without them finding out?â
He sighed, âHow âbout this, day of, I can tell them that I need help with somethinâ ân yaâll can get everythinâ started. I think I can get some other teachers in to help yaâll.â
âWould you really?â
He shrugged, âWhy not?â
âYay!â
âWait, does anyone know how to make cookies?!â
He laughed as the students started freaking out because no one knew how to make cookies. Or anything for that matter.
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âY/N?â
They looked up from their papers, âHm? Whatâs up Logan?â
âI need your help with something.â
âOh? What is it?â
âI think my car--â
âScottâs car.â
âYea, Scottâs car, got overheated or something.â
âWhat do you want me to do?â
âI dunno. Youâre the one who knows how to fix cars.â
They sighed and got up, âAlright, show me the car.â
The two walked out of the room and out to the garage. Rogue and Bobby ran to the kitchen once they saw Y/N and Logan leave. âLogan has taken them outside, letâs get started.â
âPlease donâ blow up on us.â
âItâs gonâ blow up on us.â
âWell, Bobby can make sure it doesnât burn down the school. Right Bobby?â
âI--I guess! I just donât wanna disappoint Professor Y/N!â
âI think theyâll like that weâre doing this for them! I mean, it is a thank you!â
âIf this blows up, weâll just blame Logan. The Professor will believe that.â
âWe are gonna die by the hands of ourselves.â
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âLogan, I have been lookinâ at the car for the past like,â They looked at their watch, â2 hours. Please, nothing is wrong! Besides, I donât want Scott to kill me for messinâ up his car.â
He sighed, âFine. I guess nothing is wrong.â
âThank you, now, Iâm gonna head in.âÂ
They walked in, Logan following after them. Of course, they were confused as there usually were students running around, even when it wasnât a school day. Usually they were running around to hang with their friends.
âY/N, follow me.â
They gave Logan a confused look, but still followed him. They walked through the hallways until they entered the main foyer and most of the students were gathered around.
âThank you for everything you do for us Professor Y/N!â Voices overlapped each other, but they still understood them.
âThey planned this a few days ago. They thought they should thank you for doing all that you do for them.â
They let out a choked back laugh, âI--wow, thank you guys.â
âWe made you cookies!â
âReally? What type?â
âSugar and Chocolate chip!â
They smiled, âThose are my favorite.â
âWe asked Logan and he told us!â
They looked at their friend and mouthed a small âthank youâ to him. He just gave them a small nod. They turned back to the students, âWell, we better eat those cookies before they go bad!â
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âSTOP!â her voice was a snap back to reality. A pull back from the brink. Logan stood there blinking at the small girl standing before him. The stench of blood still in his nostrils as he snarled warning the girl to back away. But she took another step forward her hand out.Â
âYou saved meâ she whispered her hand outstretched, each step was slow, testing his limits. She treated him like a wild animal.Â
Because in many ways he was.Â
Logan didnât remember much, flashes of red, screams, the sent of blood (not his own). And her. Her large eyes wide with fear as she cried for help.Â
âWhere am I?â he asked looking around, his bear feet deep in the snow.Â
âUpdate Seattle,â she whispered kneeling down her fingers just inched from his arm. âI can help you. If youâll let meâ her eyes never leaving his as her hand grew closer. A golden light-emitting.Â
Logan looked down to see the large knife sticking out of his arm. Snarling he reached for it.Â
âWait!â she tried to stop him only to have him rip the blade out more blood, this time his, dripping down his arm. She gripped his arm and he felt a warmth spread over his body. He grunted in surprise the feeling much more soothing than his own healing.
âI donât rememberâ he muttered watching her.
âYou saved me, these men tried to take me. You somehow knew I needed help and saved me.â she said again looking up at him, âI owe you my life.â her large eyes shining with the light of the moon. Her whole body seemed to glow with its reflection as itâs opal rays illuminated the snow around them.Â
Gently he brushed her hair out of her face. âItâs nothing kid.âÂ
10 years later.Â
âSTOP!â
Logan froze, his claws only inches from her throat. He didnât even recognize her at first. All grown up. But her eyes, those eyes still had that large knowledge to them. The light of the dark moon seemed to set them alight.Â
âIâm not the one youâre after,â she said a slow hand gripping his own. âIâm just here to help the hurt.âÂ
Slowly he backed up eyeing her, âYouâve grown up.âÂ
She fought back a smile nodding. âIt happens, for some anyway.â He took a step back looking down at the cop that was now passed out beside them. His wounds no longer there. âWe need to go before more come,â she said nodding toward the cop, her hand still on his.Â
âNot really sure where.âÂ
She smiled a bit of a mischievous glint in her eye. âI have a safe house.âÂ
He nodded letting her lead the way through moonlight night.Â