If you are a dreamer, come in If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!
- Shel Silverstein
Last Minute Save (Or Let the Damsel Save You).
"Ya know ya should've done this days ago," Jake casually said as he leaned back in the passenger's seat of the old Jeep. It was less than comfortable with his tall, lanky frame, but he made it look good. "Twenty years with Mom an' you still don't remember her birthday?"
Logan looked over and gave his son a look, then back to the road. He'd heard this too many times to count already. "I remembered it," he grumbled.
"An' ya waited until her birthday ta get a gift?"
Jake grinned. Dad's answers always got short when he was feeling guilty. "Just so there aren't any more additions to the family."
"The woman is hard to shop for, even after twenty years," Logan added. "The only surprises I ever been able to pull over on her were babies."
"Like I said, no more sisters. We'll find somethin'. Shouldn't be that hard."
Powers: A powerful telepath, Morgan Xavier possesses vast psionic abilities. She can induce illusions, temporary mental or physical paralysis, loss of specific memories, or total amnesia; project mind-numbing mental bolts; and sense the presence of mutants within a small radius. Other abilities include telekinesis and astral projection.
Logan and Alex's five children share a gestalt, which allows them to be able to manifest and use any powers that their siblings possess.
Silbling Wars partner: Mirriam
Learned skills: Morgan has learned hand-to-hand fighting in various forms from both of her parents and bladed weapons from her father. Her mother provided her with training in the use of firearms.
History: Morgan is the oldest of the children, older than her twin by four minutes. She spent most of her childhood trying to keep her four siblings in line, which put her at odds with Jake most of the time. Being the oldest, she saw it as her responsibility to help her mother and father with dealing with her siblings.
Logan walked down the small path that led from the mansion to the shores of Breakstone Lake, following her scent. He didn't want to be down here, following Alex, but after the latest training session it was a matter of necessity that he talk to her.
Something was bothering the woman and normally he wouldn't care, but she had lost her temper and almost attacked him. Not like that was any different from most of the women he knew, but she was a member of the team and they couldn't afford to have teammates attacking each other. As far as he was concerned, she could keep attacking him, he'd welcome the challenge, but the team mattered more.
He found her sitting on the banks of the lake, staring out across the water. At least she wasn't a roof person, he thought as he slowly approached her, making enough noise to not surprise her. Stopping next to her, he pulled out a cigar and struck a match against his boot heal, not even glancing down at her.
Alex heard someone approaching, but didn't turn to look. It was probably Summers coming to give her a lecture about the little scene in the Danger Room. At this point she didn't want a lecture, but she knew deserved one, or even worse. She had lost control of her emotions, lashing out in anger only a heartbeat away from attacking Logan.
When he didn't say anything, she glanced up; expecting to see Summers standing there, but instead saw Logan. Logan. The last person she wanted to deal with right now. He was the reason why she had lost her temper and had lashed out. Anger spiked and she reined it in. She wasn't going to lose control again.
"So what's yer problem with me?" he looked down at her, blue eyes meeting green.
She arched an eyebrow. "Problem?"