Summary: Mia Green has grown up in a lab, subjected to numerous experiments due to her status as a mutant. When she manages to escape, Charles Xavier takes her in at his mansion, giving her a new life and helping her regain her memories. However, the arrival of a new resident at the mansion threatens to destabilize everything she believed.
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Unchain my heart series.
Logan Howlett x oc!fmale
Summary: Mia Green has grown up in a lab, subjected to numerous experiments due to her status as a mutant. When she manages to escape, Charles Xavier takes her in at his mansion, giving her a new life and helping her regain her memories. However, the arrival of a new resident at the mansion threatens to destabilize everything she believed.
Warnings: Violence, foul language, a mix of various canons, X-Men movies, X-Men animated series, X-men comics.
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Prologue, Part 1. The man comes around
So you're a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
The midday sun bathed the mansion’s hallways in warm light as Mia made her way to the Danger Room, trying to shake off the confusion and resentment that had plagued her since the previous day. Scott had stayed with her all night, doing his best to soothe the chaos in her mind.
He had mentioned that the arrival of the new mutant hadn't been a smooth process for anyone, but particularly for Charles, who had had quite a scene in his office. Even without probing his mind, it was clear that Scott was not pleased with the new presence in the mansion. His tone and choice of words spoke volumes about his displeasure.
"I saved his ass and brought him here, only for him to laugh at my name and then try to attack my girl."
Mia chuckled at the latter part. She bit her tongue to keep from confessing that he had been so agitated because he’d felt her attempts to invade his mind. She almost told him that she could handle herself, but instead let him continue complaining while his voice and presence lulled her into a deep sleep.
Despite being unconscious, she felt genuinely drained. Sessions like these left her mind feeling like mush. Still, Scott’s presence comforted her in a way she couldn’t explain, something he’d done since she’d arrived there, broken and alone.
As Mia entered the Danger Room, she took a deep breath, trying to focus on the defense class she was about to teach. This room had always been her refuge, a place where she could escape her thoughts and concentrate on what she did best: fight.
She waited patiently as the students filed in. Many greeted her with smiles, while others eyed her warily, afraid she might invade their privacy and expose their darkest secrets.
Just as the students were beginning to gather, the door slid open, revealing Ororo. She walked in with her usual grace, and, to Mia’s surprise, Logan was beside her. She was giving him a tour, and his presence made Mia’s heart skip a beat. The tension from the previous day was still fresh and seeing him in her space made her uneasy.
Her body tensed, and she instinctively crossed her arms as she felt Logan’s gaze scrutinizing her, a slow assessment from head to toe.
"Ah, Logan, let me introduce you to Mia," Storm said with a smile. "She’s in charge of defense classes here—she’s the best at what she does."
Logan looked at her with a mix of surprise and skepticism. Mia caught the irony in his smile. She raised an eyebrow, silently asking what was so amusing.
"Her?" Logan asked, addressing Ororo but keeping his gaze fixed on Mia. "I wouldn’t have guessed in a million years."
Mia felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Her confusion and resentment from Logan’s attack the previous day mixed with a rising frustration. His lack of apology left a sour taste, and his arrogant demeanor only made things worse. She remembered what Scott had said: it would be difficult to get him to follow the rules.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you without your claws around my neck, Logan," Mia replied, her voice sharp.
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk curling on his lips.
"I think you’d have liked it under different circumstances, don’t you, doll?"
Mia tensed further at the comment, her mind quickly calculating how best to handle the situation without letting her irritation take over. Charles had scolded her numerous times for losing control, for giving in to her more primal instincts. She noticed the students in the Danger Room fall silent, their eyes darting between Logan and her, expectant.
"We don’t deal in hypotheticals here," she said firmly, her voice controlled. "If you want to see what I can do, you only have to join the class."
The air crackled with tension, as if it were holding its breath, waiting for Logan’s response. He remained silent for a moment, assessing Mia with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Finally, a crooked smile spread across his face.
"You win, doll," he said, his tone suggesting he accepted the challenge more for fun than out of respect. "Let’s see what you’re made of."
A primal urge surged through Mia’s thoughts. An uncontrollable desire to show him, to prove she could take him down if she wanted. Show him. The thought was insistent, like hearing her own voice but much wilder, laden with resentment. From deep within, a single idea emerged: dominate him.
Ororo exchanged a quick glance with Mia, then with Logan, as if weighing the situation. But she decided not to intervene. Mia heard Charles’s voice in her head, urging her to end the display. But Charles’s warning had less force than the hissing murmur of the beast within her. She knew this part of her came from the past, a memory of something horrible lost to time.
"Fine," Mia said, addressing the students, her voice regaining a professional tone. "Today, we’re focusing on basic defensive techniques, but with an emphasis on adaptability. You never know who you’re going to face, so you need to be prepared for anything."
As she spoke, her mind raced, devising a plan to manage Logan’s presence in the class without letting the situation spiral out of control. His presence meant that Charles had some intention for him, and Mia couldn’t afford to show weakness or lose authority in front of the students.
The two began to size each other up as they circled the space. She realized Logan was larger than she had anticipated and appeared to be strong. Her strategy had to focus on tiring him out and keeping her distance.
"What are you waiting for, sweetheart?" He gestured with his fingers for her to come closer, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the situation.
Logan took a defensive stance, a mocking grin on his lips as if this were nothing more than a game. Mia made the first move, a quick and precise strike aimed at his torso. When her hand made contact, she felt the bones in her hand break easily. She looked at the mutant in confusion and quickly pulled back, feeling her bones painfully knit together.
"What the hell are you made of?"
Logan adopted a defensive posture, still grinning as if this were a game to him.
"You wouldn’t believe it. You’ll have to do better than that," Logan muttered, his voice low but loud enough for Mia to hear.
She didn’t respond, instead changing her tactics, using her agility to move around him, looking for an angle to exploit. Logan turned with her, his movements controlled, almost lazy, as if he knew he had all the time in the world.
Finally, Mia saw her chance. She feigned an attack toward his right side, but at the last moment, changed direction and struck his left leg. It was a quick move, so unexpected that Logan hesitated for a second. But it was only a second. With an agility she hadn’t anticipated, Logan sidestepped, using her momentum against her. Before she could react, he had grabbed her, his arms firm around her, easily immobilizing her.
"Too predictable," he said softly, his hot breath against her ear. "But not bad for a beginner. If you relaxed a bit, we could really have some fun…"
Mia felt a surge of frustration, her body tensing against his. But she knew this was the perfect moment to show him what she was made of. With a quick move, she used her hips to leverage and freed herself from his hold, spinning on her heels and delivering a kick that made him stagger back. She gritted her teeth against the pain that spread through her body. Logan regained his balance quickly, his arrogant smile disappearing for a moment. Their eyes met, and for the first time, Mia saw a flicker of doubt in his gaze.
Unchain me. The voice in her mind was insistent, laden with promises. Mia felt her blood start to boil, her control slipping. She had only heard that part of herself when she was close to death, in extreme situations. She didn’t understand why it wanted to surface now. Nor did she understand why she was fighting someone she didn’t know. With three words, Logan had made her lose the composure she had worked so hard to maintain. She knew something in him awakened a part of her that had been dormant. Something deep in her mind was reacting, recognizing something in him. The beast roared, demanding to be freed. He’s like us. The words echoed in her mind. Free me.
She felt dizzy, the air clogging in her throat. What did the voice mean by saying he was like her?
There was no time to ponder as the mutant lunged at her. As a reflex, the energy around her began to ripple, creating an invisible force field that shielded her movements, protecting her from his blows. Every time he attacked, he was repelled by the invisible barrier. Realizing she was using her mutation, Logan stepped back, his claws sliding out from his knuckles.
"You’re not the only one with tricks, doll," Logan growled before charging at her with his claws gleaming.
The fight intensified. One of his strikes managed to get through a weak point in the shield. Mia tried to dodge it, but one of the blades sliced her cheek in a quick motion. He was about to stop the fight, feeling they had crossed a line from which there was no return, but Mia’s skin regenerated instantly. The bewilderment in Logan’s eyes was evident, giving her a chance to capitalize on his surprise. With a swift move, she brought him down, pinning him to the ground, her hands firmly on his shoulders, trying to subdue him.
The beast inside her roared, eager to break free, but Mia focused on burying that voice deep in her mind. The energy around her began to calm, and with effort, she managed to keep it in check, silencing the part of herself that demanded control.
As she felt that part quiet down, she turned her attention to Logan. His claws were still out, and although he was immobilized, he continued to squirm beneath her, trying to break free.
"This isn’t my first rodeo, Logan. You’re not getting out."
"I’m not saying I don’t enjoy having a woman on top of me, but this isn’t exactly my favourite scenario."
Mia looked at him with derision and used some of her energy to reinforce the pressure of her hands, pinning him harder to the ground.
"You should’ve apologized for the infirmary" Mia said, her voice low but firm.
Logan glared at her, his eyes burning with fury and defiance.
"Apologize?" he spat, his voice laced with sarcasm. "And what about you? You invaded my mind without an invite. Doesn’t that deserve an apology?"
Mia felt a pang of guilt but buried it quickly. She knew she had invaded his mind, but she had done it for a reason. However, Logan’s arrogance quickly dispelled that guilt.
"Maybe you wouldn’t mind if I did it again," Mia retorted, her tone suggesting something more. "Reveal your darkest secrets."
For a moment, Logan seemed to waver, his resistance loosening just perceptibly. But soon he tensed again, with a smirk that didn’t quite mask his irritation. He lifted his head to get closer to her.
"Go ahead, bub. I’ve got nothing to hide."
Mia closed her eyes and delved into his mind. As she did, Logan began to resist again, but this time not with physical strength, rather mentally, trying to keep her out. However, Mia’s pressure was relentless, and although Logan was strong, he couldn’t keep her at bay for long.
"If you’re staying, Logan, you’ll have to follow the rules," Mia whispered, her voice full of authority. "And this room is my domain. Here, I make the rules."
Logan’s resistance began to give way, not because he wanted to, but because the mental pressure Mia exerted was becoming unbearable. The annoyance in his mind grew, and although he tried to fight it, he eventually had to concede. He retracted his claws, his body relaxing beneath her, though the anger in his eyes remained.
Mia slowly released him, watching as he got up with a humiliated expression. There was something about her that infuriated him and deeply unsettled him. With a frustrated growl, Logan got up and left the room, angry with himself.
Mia watched him go, her own heart pounding uncontrollably. The beast within her had calmed, but the fear remained. She didn’t understand why she had almost lost control or why that dark part of her had decided to surface with a stranger. She felt uneasy, as if Logan had awakened something in her she didn’t even know existed.
She looked at the students, who were staring at the scene with wide eyes, unsure of what to say. Mia took a deep breath and made a decision.
"Class is cancelled for today," she announced, her voice firmer than she felt. "Take the rest of the time off."
The students, still stunned, began to exit the Danger Room, murmuring among themselves. Mia watched them leave, her mind swirling with thoughts. She needed answers, needed to understand what was happening inside her. And there was only one person who could help her.
"Well, that was quite the intense introduction," Storm approached her, still stunned by seeing her friend lose control like that.
"He's a jerk. Someone had to put him in his place."
"Quite the intense class," Ororo said, her hand on Mia’s shoulder, helping her relax.
Mia could only murmur a soft "yes," still shaken by her loss of control.
Unchain my heart series.
Logan Howlett x oc!fmale
Summary: Mia Green has grown up in a lab, subjected to numerous experiments due to her status as a mutant. When she manages to escape, Charles Xavier takes her in at his mansion, giving her a new life and helping her regain her memories. However, the arrival of a new resident at the mansion threatens to destabilize everything she believed.
Warnings: Violence, foul language, a mix of various canons, X-Men movies, X-Men animated series, X-men comics.
The door hadn’t even fully closed when Mia was practically standing over Charles.
“What are you hiding from me?” she demanded, her voice firm, though it barely reflected the emotional storm raging inside her.
The professor looked at her seriously, his expression hard and distant, which only fueled her anger. She knew he wouldn’t approve of what had happened in the danger room, but Mia was tired of hearing the same reprimands over and over. “You let your instincts take over. You’ve lost your—”
“Don’t you dare, Charles,” she interrupted, her voice trembling with fury. “Don’t for a second think I’m going to let you twist this situation.”
He stayed silent, observing her with that same serious gaze. He had never seen her like this, so out of control, her brow furrowed continuously, her breathing heavy. Mia stared at him with an intensity she could barely contain. Her mind was spinning in a thousand different directions. Every second that passed made her feel more alone, more vulnerable, though she would never admit it. The respect she had for Charles was eroding with each truth he chose to keep from her.
Mia quickly raised the mental barriers she had trained to keep Charles out, even if only for a moment. She believed what had slipped out from her mind wasn’t his business. She was hesitant to share anything, especially since most of her secrets had already been dissected by him.
“As I was saying, you’ve lost control, something that’s very unlike you.”
She was stunned by the coldness of his response. She wanted to shout at him that it wasn’t unusual for her, that she was always on the verge of breaking, that every second was a battle to keep the chaos inside from taking over. If she didn’t, she feared she’d end up alienating everyone around her, destroying the only home she’d ever known. But she said nothing. Instead, she pressed her lips into a thin line, swallowing the bitter words.
Charles continued, seemingly unaware (or perhaps fully aware) of the pain he was causing.
“Logan will be staying here for a while. I believe Magneto is after him. Try to keep things civil.”
Civil... The word echoed in her mind with irony. How could she be civil with someone like Logan? That mutant was the very opposite of everything she struggled to keep in check. The mere mention of his name sent her mind spiraling back to their confrontation. Her anger flared again.
“He’s the one who didn’t make a civil introduction.”
“Do I need to remind you of your first days at the mansion?” Charles responded, his calmness only infuriating her further.
Memories flooded her mind, uninvited. She saw herself, younger, more fragile, lost, and terrified. The self-imposed isolation, the fear of not knowing who she was, and the pressure of being in a place where everyone expected something from her.
“I was a child who had everything taken from her, even her memories. It’s normal that I behaved that way. What’s his excuse? Does he not like the wallpaper?”
Charles sighed, but his gaze remained firm.
“Mia, don’t be hasty. You shouldn’t judge what you don’t understand. I think you’d be surprised.”
Mia’s heart pounded harder. She knew there was more to Logan’s presence. She had seen it in Charles’s thoughts, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Her head was full of unanswered questions, and the professor refused to give her the explanations she sought.
“Of course I don’t understand,” she replied, her tone sharp. “I don’t understand why you’re hiding things from me. I know he has something to do with me. I saw it in your mind the other day when I was searching for information about my past.”
She almost broke through her train of thought, tempted to delve into the professor’s mind again and demand answers, but that would only prove that, as he believed, she had completely lost control.
“There are things you need to discover on your own. We don’t know the damage it might cause for you to confront your past all at once. If you saw Logan in my thoughts, maybe it’s because, before our training, I was tracking him with Cerebro.”
Mia nodded, though she didn’t fully believe Charles’s words. She wanted to trust him, because he had never let her down before, but deep down, the beast she kept hidden roared with a different opinion. She had no reason to doubt the professor, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that this time, things might be different.
“Now, I ask that you be patient and ensure what happened this morning doesn’t happen again.”
A scoff escaped her lips, disbelief written all over her face.
“I didn’t seek it out. That idiot barged into my class and doubted my abilities without even knowing me. Not to mention he almost sliced my neck open with those forks of his.”
“Mia…”
“No, don’t ‘Mia’ me. I’ll try to keep it together, but that jerk needed a lesson, and I gave it to him.”
She was so furious that she didn’t hear the door open behind her. She only realized they weren’t alone when Charles’s gaze shifted to a point over her shoulder. She closed her eyes for a second, searching for patience, but all she found was a growing sense of betrayal.
“Fotks, huh?”
Logan’s raspy voice filled the room, interrupting her thoughts. The sound of his rough, mocking tone snapped her out of her anger.
“You betrayed me, Charles,” she said, her eyes blazing with fury as she pointed a finger at the professor. She felt that words weren’t enough to express the indignation coursing through her. Then, she crossed her arms tightly, as if trying to contain her own power from exploding right then and there.
You called him. You let me keep talking while he was right behind me.
For his part, Charles remained calm, raising an eyebrow at her unusually childish behavior.
I didn’t get a chance to warn you.
“What the hell is going on here? You know it’s rude to talk about someone when they’re in the room, right?” Logan’s gruff voice cut in.
For the first time since he entered the room, Mia turned to look at him, and the space suddenly felt too small. Her heart skipped a beat, and once again, she felt the need to restrain a part of herself.
“Logan, I called you here to resolve the ‘misunderstanding’ between you and Miss Green.”
“It wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was a full-on plane crash with a thousand casualties.”
“Mia, you’re in an educational setting. Watch your language.”
She rolled her eyes, and her anger surged when she heard Logan laugh at the situation.
“What are you laughing at, Kitty?”
Logan’s expression changed instantly. The laughter vanished from his lips, and fury filled his eyes. She’d struck a nerve. A small part of Mia relished the fact that she had managed to break through his arrogant attitude, but the majority of her knew she was playing with fire.
“Don’t call me that.”
Mia couldn’t resist the challenge forming on her lips. “Or what?”
The sound of Logan’s claws unsheathing from his knuckles filled the room, reverberating in the air like an ominous echo. Mia felt a shiver run down her spine, but it wasn’t fear that consumed her. It was a strange sense of anticipation, a charged tension that made her open her mind, preparing to subdue him again with her power. But just before she could unleash the force pulsing inside her, Charles intervened.
“Enough. This isn’t a schoolyard, and you two are not children. Act your age.”
The authority in Charles’s voice was enough to snap Mia out of her trance. Her breathing was uneven, and she realized she was trembling slightly. She barely recognized herself. She hadn’t allowed her control to slip like this in years.
Logan still stared at her with a mixture of fury and defiance, but he retracted his claws.
“Logan, while you’re here, you’ll abide by the rules and respect the other residents.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Logan rolled his eyes with disdain.
“Mia, you will welcome your new companion just as they welcomed you when you arrived.” She glanced down, feeling ashamed at the scolding. “This place is supposed to be a refuge, a safe space for mutants. We have to rely on each other.”
Neither of them spoke, as if they were both reflecting on the reprimand they had just received.
“Can I go now? I’m not fifteen, professor.”
Charles simply nodded, and both of them listened as the door slammed shut behind him.
Mia’s mind raced as she left the room behind him. She thought about Charles’s words and realized he was right. When she had first arrived, lost and without memory of who she was, Jean and Scott hadn’t taken her attitude seriously. They had welcomed her with open arms and helped her piece herself back together, softening the pain she felt as she considered herself broken.
From afar, she saw Logan walking and quickened her pace to catch up with him. She was about to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, but Logan’s muscles tensed, and he turned around before she could do anything.
“What now, Bub? Round two?”
“No, Logan. That’s not it. I wanted to talk to you.” She felt nervous, her tongue nearly stumbling over itself, as if it were made of cloth. She motioned toward one of the empty classrooms, and Logan raised an eyebrow at her. "Don’t be an ass, okay? I’m trying to meet you halfway."
He nodded and stepped into the classroom. Mia followed, shutting the door behind her. Logan leaned against one of the small desks, arms crossed over his chest in a defensive stance, like he was already bracing for another argument. His eyes were locked on her, challenging, waiting for her to slip up. She stood in front of him, just a few steps away, unsure of how to begin. The words were in her head, but saying them out loud felt empty, forced. Despite everything that had happened between them, she had to find a way to reach him. But the longer she looked at him, the more she realized she was up against a wall of indifference and mistrust.
"Look, I think Charles is right. This should be a safe space, and we didn’t exactly get off to a great start."
Logan’s face didn’t change. He seemed like he was listening, but he might as well have been miles away. Frustration bubbled up inside her—it felt just like when she gave the safety briefing to the students before they started their field exercises.
"Really? Listen, all this 'saving humanity' crap means nothing to me. I’m only here because Rogue’s safe. I don’t give a damn about your little hippie commune or whatever it is you think you’ve got going here."
"Excuse me?"
Mia blinked, surprised by his bluntness. She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to snap back. Beneath that cold, distant exterior, she could feel something else. Logan had built walls—huge ones, far taller than hers.
"Mia, I’m no hero. I don’t even want to be one. Nobody’s ever done anything for me, and I don’t get how you guys can run around saving people who treat you like dirt. Don’t try to be something you’re not."
His words hit her hard, like a punch to the chest. He didn’t see what they did at the mansion as a noble cause, not even something worth admiring.
"Logan, no one here is pretending to be anything," she said, trying to keep her growing frustration in check. "I think it’s great you want to look after Rogue, I really do. But we’re all responsible for something bigger than ourselves. I’ve learned that. We’ve all learned that."
Logan looked at her like he wasn’t buying a word she said, and that hurt more than she was willing to admit.
"You know," she confessed, her voice lowering, more serious, "when I got here, I didn’t even know who I was. I couldn’t remember anything—not my name, not where I came from, nothing. All I knew was that something was broken inside me, something I couldn’t fix on my own."
Logan didn’t say anything, but his gaze softened, just a little. It was a subtle change, but Mia noticed it.
"Jean and Scott helped me," she went on. "They showed me this place could be a home, that I didn’t have to be alone. Charles too."
"Ah, yeah, the great Charles Xavier, the saint of all mutants."
Mia frowned, feeling a spark of anger ignite inside her, but she kept calm.
"Look, I’m not saying Charles is perfect. Sometimes he pisses me off too, okay?" she admitted, crossing her arms in a mix of defiance and honesty. "But he saw something in me when I couldn’t see anything. Doesn’t that mean something?"
Logan didn’t respond right away. He just watched her in silence with that intense gaze, the one that seemed to unravel everything she said and didn’t say. Mia felt vulnerable under his scrutiny, but she wasn’t about to back down now.
"Logan," she said softly, her tone gentler, "I know this isn’t easy for you. I’m not stupid. But if you’d let your guard down, even just a little, maybe you’d find something here worth staying for."
The silence between them stretched out. Logan didn’t say anything, but he also didn’t get up and leave, which Mia took as a small victory. For a moment, she thought she’d gotten through to him, even just a tiny bit.
But then Logan finally spoke, his voice as gruff as ever.
"I’m not like you, princess," he muttered. "I don’t need a home or a bunch of people to save me. You, on the other hand, you’ve already let this place trap you."
Each of Logan’s words struck her like a blow to the heart, stirring something deep within her, something she had buried for so long. The “beast” inside her—the raw, chaotic, untamed force—began to stir. It was a part of herself she had suppressed for years, molding herself into the image of what others expected: a hero, a teacher, someone with complete control over her emotions and power.
But Logan, with his brutal honesty, was tearing down those walls bit by bit.
"Trapped?" she repeated, her voice trembling slightly as she struggled to stay composed. "You think I’m trapped? This... this is the closest I’ve ever come to having a life. You don’t understand because you’ve never let yourself have anything like this."
"Something like this?" Logan scoffed, a short, bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Tying myself down has only ever brought me pain, and it’s doing the same to you. Look at yourself. They’ve turned you into what they need—tame, docile. But that’s not who you really are, is it? I can see it, the real you hiding behind that façade. And it didn’t take me years to figure it out. All that control... it’s hanging by a thread, isn’t it?"
His words echoed in Mia’s mind, and something inside her snapped. She could feel the beast pushing, trying to break free, tearing at the walls of her mind. The lights in the room flickered, and a faint electric charge filled the air, a sign of how close she was to losing control.
Mia’s breathing became shallow, her anger swelling inside her like an unstoppable wave. Logan’s words, his dismissive attitude, all of it was pushing her to the edge. It was like he knew, like he wanted her to break down, to prove that he was right, that she was just a fraud.
"I’m not a fraud," she whispered, more to herself than to him, though her voice quivered with indignation. Her hands clenched into fists, and her body began to tremble.
"Of course, you are, doll," Logan replied, stepping closer, as if waiting for her to explode. "You’re pretending to be something you’re not. How much longer before all that control falls apart? Because I can see it, I can feel it in the air. You’re about to snap."
"Don’t you dare talk about what you don’t understand," she managed to say, though her voice sounded weak, almost choked.
"I understand you better than you think," Logan growled, his voice low and dangerous. "That control you’re clinging to—it’s a damn lie. And you know it as well as I do. The only time you’ve ever felt like yourself was in the Danger Room, when you were fighting—free, chaotic, wild. Isn’t that right?"
It was as if those words shattered something inside Mia. The air grew heavier, charged with electricity, and her vision began to blur. The room seemed to spin, and the sound of her own breath roared in her ears. Her body shook, and a sudden dizziness hit her hard.
Logan, who had been watching her closely, stepped forward just as Mia swayed, raising a hand to her head. Everything inside her felt like it was spinning out of control, and before she could stop it, her legs gave way.
"Shit..." Logan muttered, a mix of concern and frustration in his voice as he quickly caught her around the waist before she collapsed completely.
Logan's touch was solid, secure—an unexpected anchor in the storm that raged within Mia’s mind. The wild roar that always threatened to break her control suddenly softened into a gentle purr. The beast inside her—the one she’d learned to suppress for fear of losing herself—calmed in his presence. She didn’t fully understand why, but the peace was so tempting that it almost hurt to let it go.
Logan, for his part, was experiencing something unfamiliar as well. The usual tightness in his chest, that constant tension he'd carried for years, seemed to ease slightly with her so close. He had never felt a need like this—something that made him want to hold on a second longer than necessary. Every fiber of his being told him to let Mia go, but something deeper—something that confused him—made him resist. It was strange, uncomfortable... and at the same time, hard to ignore.
She looked at him, as if trying to figure him out, but didn’t dare dig deeper. However, a small voice in the back of her mind, almost imperceptible, whispered for her to do just that—to explore his mind, to search for answers she couldn’t find on her own. The temptation was strong, a natural impulse, but dangerous. And just when her will was about to break, Scott's voice cut through her thoughts.
“What’s going on here?” Scott asked, his voice tense.
Logan raised an eyebrow, snapping out of his reverie. He’d noticed the tension in Scott, and the temptation to toy with it was too great. His face shifted into a barely perceptible smile, but it was there, hovering on the edge of his lips. Purposefully, he adjusted his grip around Mia’s waist, pulling her just a little closer with a nonchalant attitude.
“Nothing, Summers. Just making sure she doesn’t fall. You wouldn’t want our star professor ending up on the floor, would you?” His voice was deep and deliberately slow, choosing each word like a well-aimed strike.
Scott took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Logan.
“Let her go, Logan.”
“Not sure I’m ready to do that just yet, Summers,” Logan said, his tone loaded with double meaning. “Seems like she enjoys being in good hands. Not something you’d understand, huh?”
The comment was as subtle as a storm, and Scott stepped even closer, clearly on the verge of losing control. Mia, still unsteady but much more aware, could feel the tension between the two men building dangerously. The beast within her was silent, as if it relished the calm and warmth radiating from Logan's body, something that oddly kept her grounded.
“Logan…” Mia said softly, trying to intervene before things spiraled further. “I’m fine. You can let me go.”
But instead of relenting, Logan smirked with his usual arrogance, and with deliberate slowness, he slid his hand from Mia’s waist, making the moment last longer than necessary. His fingers grazed her skin for a second longer than was appropriate, and Mia felt a shiver run through her body, as if the part of her that she’d always struggled to control was responding in a completely different way. It was a feeling of danger, of temptation, but also of control—something she had never felt before.
Scott, however, was about to explode.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Logan?” Scott said, his voice rising as he took another step toward them.
Logan, still in no rush, simply stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, but with a mocking smile that made it clear he wasn’t taking Scott seriously.
“Relax, Summers. Just taking care of her, that’s all,” Logan said, though the double meaning was obvious in every word. “But, you know, if you think you can do a better job…”
Mia stepped in, feeling things slipping out of control.
“That’s enough,” she said, more firmly than she actually felt. She looked at Scott, then at Logan, taking a deep breath to find her center. “I’m fine. Logan just helped me… that’s all.”
Her words were firm, but something inside her resisted letting go of that feeling. That control she’d felt under Logan’s touch. It was new, dangerous… but intoxicating.
Logan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, as if he knew exactly what she was feeling, as if he’d uncovered something about her that even she hadn’t recognized until that moment. He flashed her one last playful, teasing smile before shrugging and heading for the door.
“Catch you later, Summers… Mia.” And with that, he left the room, leaving a tension in the air that still vibrated between the three of them.
Logan closed the door behind him, leaving the tension in the classroom to simmer. Scott still had that mix of concern and jealousy in his gaze. However, he wanted to smooth things over, not let it fester between them. He walked toward Mia cautiously, as if searching for the right moment to speak, but before he could say anything, she broke the silence.
“It’s nothing, really.” Her voice tried to sound casual, but there was something in her tone that betrayed her discomfort.
Scott approached, letting his fingers brush gently against hers—a small gesture, but one that said more than words ever could. He knew her well enough to sense that something was troubling her.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said softly, his concern genuine. “That thing with Logan… was a bit strange.”
Mia looked away, still feeling the warmth from Logan’s touch, a sensation she hadn’t fully processed. She didn’t know how to explain it—to him or to herself. But with Scott there, trying to connect with her, she felt even more divided.
“Yeah, it was…” Mia searched for the words, but nothing seemed right. She could still feel the faint dizziness from Logan’s closeness, that strange tingling that had soothed the beast within her. “I wasn’t expecting a conversation with him to shake me up that much.”
Scott nodded, though he sensed there was more she wasn’t saying. The softness in her words, the lack of direct answers, only fed his doubts. But he wasn’t about to let those feelings take control. He leaned in a little closer, seeking her gaze.
“Mia, all I care about is that you’re okay,” he said, his voice warmer now, as if testing the waters. “Are you sure everything’s fine?”
She swallowed, feeling the weight of guilt—not for Logan, but for the growing mistrust she was beginning to feel toward everything around her. She’d gone to see Charles after her encounter with Logan, and although she hadn’t said it out loud, the conversation with the professor had left her feeling hollow. Like there was more he wasn’t telling her.
“I talked to Charles afterward,” Mia said, her gaze fixed on her hands, still intertwined with Scott’s. “He asked me to try to get along with Logan, to be more… understanding.” She tried to smile, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes. “I guess we don’t know him well enough to judge.”
Scott frowned slightly, not taking his eyes off her. There was something in her tone, in the way she’d mentioned the professor, that made him doubt. He knew Mia had been searching for answers about her past, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that it weighed on her more than she let on.
“Charles always has his reasons,” he said tactfully, trying not to sound too firm. “Maybe he’s protecting you, in a way.”
She sighed, unable to ignore the sting she felt whenever Scott talked about Charles. She knew he trusted the professor more than anyone, and part of her wanted to hold onto that security. But there was another part of her that couldn’t stop wondering if Scott was also caught up in the same web of secrets.
“Maybe,” Mia replied, not looking at him directly. “But I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more. Something he’s not telling me.”
Scott looked at her intently, as if trying to unravel every layer of what she was saying. He knew she was strong, but he also knew that some things affected her more than she admitted. And while he wanted to believe that Charles always did the right thing, the unease in Mia’s eyes made him doubt for a moment.
“I know this isn’t easy for you,” he said, his voice soft as he sought her gaze. “But I trust that Charles only wants what’s best for us… for you.”
Mia swallowed again, feeling the distance between them grow, even though Scott hadn’t let go of her. The physical closeness didn’t calm that feeling in her chest like it had before, that small flame of distrust that had started to burn. She knew Scott was trying to do the right thing, but deep down, she couldn’t stop thinking that maybe he was keeping things from her too.
“I hope you’re right,” she said quietly, trying not to sound too distant. “I just… I don’t want to lose myself in all of this.”
Scott squeezed her hand a little tighter, trying to offer the support he believed she needed, though deep down, he knew there was something they couldn’t solve with words
Unchain my heart series.
Logan Howlett x oc!fmale
Summary: Mia Green has grown up in a lab, subjected to numerous experiments due to her status as a mutant. When she manages to escape, Charles Xavier takes her in at his mansion, giving her a new life and helping her regain her memories. However, the arrival of a new resident at the mansion threatens to destabilize everything she believed.
Warnings: Violence, foul language, a mix of various canons, X-Men movies, X-Men animated series, X-men comics.
The events of the past few days weighed on Mia like she was carrying a slab of stone on her shoulders. Her body felt as though it was collapsing under the weight, her posture slouching forward. The bitter taste of confusion had taken over everything, and she could hardly savor anything that wasn’t anguish.
When she reached her room that night, she changed clothes sluggishly, like the fabric was drenched and heavier than it should be, sticking to her skin, trapping her. She collapsed onto the bed, a storm raging in her head. The conversation with Logan had reawakened a part of her she’d worked so hard to keep hidden. It used to be easier—when she felt herself losing control, she would lock all those emotions away in a corner of her mind where they couldn’t bother her. But now, the mere thought of calming down seemed impossible with the mutant who’d arrived at the mansion. She didn’t recognize herself anymore, and the sense that her heart no longer belonged to what she had considered her home overwhelmed her.
She felt weak and out of place. Her mind was a whirlwind, only quiet when Logan had held her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, as if it could somehow relieve the anguish. It didn’t make sense—this man had shown up, doubted her, and then within seconds had uncovered what she’d been hiding for so long. Things that not even her partner had managed to notice.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Scott was there until he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close. A lump formed in her throat, and she felt the pressure of a sob that almost broke through. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing, trying to convince him she was sound asleep. She felt bad for a moment, but she knew she’d feel worse if she had to face the conversation that was looming between them.
Her mind drifted back to Logan, even with Scott’s warm breath on her ear. That arrogant jerk who had ruined everything. She couldn’t let things spiral out of her control. She had to regain the internal battle she was fighting. But amid all her thoughts, one stood out louder than the rest. I need to remember. And somehow, she had the feeling that Charles wouldn’t help her. A dark, sticky sense of suspicion spread, poisoning the trust and relationship she’d built with him. She fell asleep with that bittersweet feeling lingering in her chest.
When she opened her eyes later, it wasn’t the familiar warmth of her room that greeted her. Nor was it the comforting presence of Scott. The coldness of the space cut to her bones, and the clinical smell of sterilized alcohol made her wrinkle her nose. She sat up on the cot, disoriented, unable to grasp where she was. Outside of Mia’s mind, Scott didn’t notice as she left their bed and slipped out of their shared room.
She found herself trapped in a dream, but it felt too real to be just an illusion. Without questioning it, she stepped into the hallway in front of her, the walls cold concrete. The flickering lights made the silence eerie, and a distant part of her consciousness twisted, as if being there physically hurt. She heard a voice, calling her from the end of the corridor, and without thinking, she followed it, her body moving as if under someone else’s control.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Mia had made her way to the kitchen, lit only by the open fridge. Logan stood in front of it, frowning as he searched for something stronger than cola—something to help him sleep. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he caught the scent of Mia. It was familiar now. Closing the fridge door slowly, he watched her walk toward him with hesitant steps.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” he asked, his voice gruff.
But she didn’t respond. She didn’t even seem to hear him. Something twisted in Logan’s gut. Her silence stirred a feeling of unease and frustration. He wasn’t sure why, but it pissed him off that she was ignoring him. But something more was wrong—he could feel it.
“Hey, look, I know I haven’t exactly been a saint, but I’m still considering that whole ‘getting along’ thing you mentioned...” he started, his voice trailing off as she kept walking, her steps slow but steady.
She left the kitchen without a word, leaving Logan standing there, both offended and concerned. He watched from the doorway as she exited the mansion, barefoot, still in her pajamas. The air around him felt thicker, almost electric—just like the times Mia had been on the verge of losing control. Something was definitely wrong.
In her dream, the cold hallways guided her toward a specific room. She didn’t recognize the place, but deep inside, she felt the weight of danger. A distant echo of terror grew in her chest. Her breathing quickened, though she didn’t understand why she was afraid.
Outside, Logan had called her name multiple times, but she didn’t hear him. He realized she was in some kind of trance, sleepwalking maybe. He stood at the mansion’s entrance, torn about what to do. It wasn’t his problem. This woman had been nothing but trouble for him. But something deep inside tugged at him, like a thread pulling tighter, urging him to follow. With a low growl, he stepped out after her.
Mia reached a heavy metal door, which opened on its own as if it had been waiting for her all along. On the other side, a man in a suit stood in the center of a sterile room, waiting. Fear gripped her throat, her body trembling uncontrollably. She could feel the cold air against her skin, but what scared her more was the sense that something inside her was about to snap.
Logan, following her, watched as she reached the edge of the frozen lake. The air around her crackled with energy. Each step on the ice echoed in the stillness of the night. He knew she wasn’t fully there—her mind was trapped somewhere dark, and he had to snap her out of it before something went terribly wrong.
Back in Mia’s mind, the man smiled, his expression cruel. “Have they figured it out yet?” he asked, and though Mia said nothing, he laughed under his breath. “Mia, you’re not like the other mutants. You’re a wild animal. Our job was to contain you.”
Something inside her screamed for her to run, but she couldn’t move. His words cut through the air like blades, paralyzing her.
“You’re just a failed project. A weapon. It seems the professor’s been keeping you distracted, playing house. But deep down, you know it, Mia. You’ll always be a threat.”
His words flipped a switch inside her, turning fear into something darker, something savage. The energy she had always kept under control began to slip, crackling along her skin. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t fight the part of her that was waking up, wild and furious. He was right. She couldn’t escape what she truly was.
Logan watched as she reached the frozen lake, her body trembling violently. The air around her had become a storm of electricity, and each attempt to get closer was met with the sharp sting of static. He could see her struggling, fighting something invisible, but it was tearing her apart.
“Mia, stop. Wake up, dammit!” Logan’s voice roared, but she didn’t respond.
Her pain took over, and the beast within her won, unleashing the chaos she’d held back for so long. A surge of energy erupted from her, shattering the ice beneath her feet. She plunged into the freezing water, her body still releasing uncontrollable electrical discharges that lit up the lake beneath the surface.
The cold should have shocked her awake, but her terror was too strong. Reality blurred with her nightmare. Now, in her mind, she was submerged in a tank, every molecule in her body twisted in agony as the energy surged out of control, draining from every surrounding source.
Logan reached the edge of the lake, where the ice had been completely obliterated. He could see her thrashing beneath the surface, surrounded by a deadly dance of electricity. His sharp senses caught the muffled sound of her screams, full of pain and panic. Something in their connection pulled him toward her, and despite the danger, he dove in after her.
Fighting through the shocks, Logan managed to wrap his arms around her, shielding her as much as he could from the electric surges. The cold bit into his skin, but he ignored it. The real struggle was enduring the waves of memories flooding into him through her energy. He almost faltered—her pain, so similar to his own, made his limbs feel heavy, but he pushed through.
He pulled her from the water, laying her down in the snow. Her eyes opened, but she didn’t seem to recognize the world around her. She was terrified, her mind still trapped in the nightmare. All she could feel was pain and despair, the echo of that man’s voice reminding her of what she truly was.
Logan, still recovering from the flashes of her mind, knelt beside her, trying to help her come back to reality.
“Mia, you’re okay. You’re safe. It’s me, Logan. Just breathe,” he said, his voice rough, his breath shallow, desperate to reach her.
But she was consumed by fear, barely able to hear him. She lay there, trembling, gasping for air, the electricity still crackling across her skin. Though the cold bit at her body, she barely felt it. All she could perceive was a dark void, a mixture of terror and helplessness.
Logan leaned over her, trying to touch her face, but the shock zapped him instantly. He cursed under his breath, but didn’t pull back. His own memories of labs, needles, and cages burned in his mind, mingling with hers.
"Don’t... don’t come closer," she mumbled, her voice barely a broken whisper, her mind still trapped in that prison of distorted memories.
“Mia, listen to me. You’re not alone. I’m right here, and I’m not letting anything happen to you,” he said, his voice low but steady, trying to cut through the fog clouding her mind.
Mia looked at him, but her eyes didn’t really seem to see him. Her shaky hands tried to push him away again, but Logan didn’t budge. Something in him told him that his warmth could pull her back from the abyss she was sinking into, so, with slow and firm movements, he draped his body over hers, shielding her from the freezing wind.
The heat from his skin started to make her feel something real, something other than the chaos swirling in her mind. But fear still lurked inside her, confusing her. Logan’s words echoed in her head, and slowly, a spark of awareness began to push through the shadows.
“I can’t… I don’t know what’s happening,” she said in a broken voice, tears mixing with the snow.
“You’re home, Mia. You’re safe. Let me help,” Logan repeated firmly, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her close so his body heat could soothe her.
Reluctantly, Mia stopped resisting. The warmth radiating from Logan, the steady beat of his heart beneath her, gave her something to hold on to. Her ragged breathing began to calm, though the trembling didn’t stop entirely. She couldn’t fully grasp what had just happened, nor could she remember how she had even ended up here. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, which slowly brought her back to reality. Even though her body was trying to recover from the hypothermia, it wasn’t happening fast enough. She shook uncontrollably against Logan.
As he noticed the girl coming back to life, he started to pull away, but her hands gripped his arms, trying to hold on to his warmth. He looked down at her; her teeth were chattering, and the tears on her face were freezing into ice. His heart clenched at the sight of her so broken.
"Easy now. I'm gonna stand up and get you outta here, alright?"
Carefully, Logan slipped an arm under her back and the other beneath her knees, lifting her effortlessly. Her weight was light, a stark contrast to the power she had shown, and as he held her close to his chest, he could feel every shiver that ran through her body. He said nothing more—there was no need. The biting wind that slashed across their faces was enough to urge him to move quickly.
He trudged through the snow-covered field, heading toward the mansion with steady steps. As they moved, he felt a pressure in his mind, something that made him want to stop dead in his tracks. When he glanced down at her again, he saw that her eyes were shut tightly, like she was in pain. He wanted to say something, but then all his senses became overwhelmed by her presence—her scent, her voice, everything. He swayed for a second, digging his heels into the ground, trying to regain his composure. Flashing images of corridors, a tank, and a liquid suffocating him ran through his mind. His own breath hitched for a moment, feeling Mia’s panic flow through their connection. The intensity of her memories hit him like an unstoppable wave, stirring forgotten fragments of his own past. For a brief moment, he couldn’t tell if he was reliving his own traumas or hers.
“Mia, you gotta stop, darlin’. You’re not there anymore, I’m takin' you back to the mansion. I can’t think about anything but you, and not in the good way.”
Unconsciously, Mia had flooded into Logan’s mind, unable to stop her telepathic powers. Something inside her was seeking calm, and as she dove into him, she felt at ease. It was as though that space was hers, like it had welcomed her. But his words snapped her back to the present. With a great effort, she severed their connection, seeking solace in the physical contact instead, pressing herself closer to his warmth. She could feel his Adam’s apple bob as he let out a breath, resuming his pace.
Logan carried Mia’s cold body, her icy skin against his, as he walked with firm strides toward the mansion’s main hall. The crackle of the fireplace greeted them when they arrived, and without thinking, Logan sat on the floor in front of the fire. Gently, he positioned Mia between his legs, wrapping his arms around her from behind, cocooning her in his warmth. The cold in her skin began to fade slowly, but Logan didn’t move. He stayed there, holding her close to his chest, waiting for the fire and his body heat to bring her back.
Gradually, Mia began to stir. Her muscles tensed slightly, and her once ragged breathing evened out. Logan felt the subtle movement as she finally opened her eyes, dazed. But before she could say anything, Logan whispered in his low, steady voice, “It’s over.”
Mia blinked, as if his words were pulling her back to reality. Still disoriented, she shifted just enough to look at him, searching for answers. Her mind was racing, recalling the images she had projected into his head.
"I saw you leave the house. You didn’t seem to know where you were. I tried to stop you, but you kept pushin’ me away."
“I’m sorry…” she murmured, her voice shattered.
“You got nothin’ to be sorry for,” Logan replied, keeping his tone firm but understanding. He knew what it was like to be lost in your own demons.
For a few minutes, neither of them said anything. The crackling of the fire and the strong beat of Logan’s heart against her back filled the silence. There was something in the way he held her that made her feel… safe, like she was connected to something larger than herself, something beyond words. She blinked, slowly coming back to her senses. The cold in her limbs was starting to melt away, replaced by the warmth emanating from Logan.
“I saw… things,” she finally said, her voice trembling with confusion. “Memories I don’t understand.”
Logan nodded, keeping her close, his chin lightly brushing the top of her head. His gaze was fixed on the flames, but his mind was elsewhere.
“I know,” he murmured. “What you saw… I’ve been there too.”
Mia tensed slightly in his arms, but Logan didn’t let go. His grip remained firm, protective. The air between them grew thick, charged with a silent understanding.
“I don’t remember my past,” Logan continued. “Just bits and pieces. And some of 'em… they match what you saw.”
Mia’s heart raced. There was something in what Logan said that struck a deep chord within her, like everything was slowly starting to fall into place. The nightmares, the fragmented memories… An idea flashed in her mind, setting the gears in motion that had been stuck for so long. She clutched Logan’s arms tightly to get his attention, and an electric jolt ran between them.
“Logan, if you’d let me into your head…”
She felt his entire body tense around her, uncomfortable with the idea. He shifted in his grip, and with sudden energy, she turned to face him. His brow was furrowed deeply, and droplets of water still dripped from his hair.
“Hear me out before you say anything,” she urged. She could see a flicker of something in his eyes, and a part of him wanted to fan that spark. “I think something more than my amnesia is blocking my memories, maybe Charles has a hand in it.” Her heart twisted at the confession. “But your memories might unlock mine. We clearly have something in common, Logan. Maybe seeing yours will help me unlock mine.”
The mutant looked at her skeptically. He’d experienced Mia pouring her consciousness into his before, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to go through that again.
“Don’t you wanna remember?”
Something in him faltered when he saw the hopelessness in her eyes. Of course, he didn’t want to. What little he’d regained had given him nightmares. But before he could think it through, he was already nodding. He realized that if he did this, he’d be doing it for her. He felt ridiculous acting this way toward a woman he barely knew. God, he had just jumped into a freezing, electrified lake for her. What the hell was happening to him?
Mia bit her lip, trying to suppress the smile of joy, but couldn’t stop herself from throwing her arms around Logan. For the first time in a long while, she felt like someone understood her. She embraced him tightly, and Logan went rigid. Her scent overwhelmed him, and he felt oddly comforted. When she pulled away, Mia pressed a kiss to his cheek, and warmth surged to her face. The brief contact had ignited a storm within her.
“Thank you, Logan. For everything.”
He grunted, unsure of how to respond. The touch of her lips on his skin had left a searing impression, one he was trying to shake off. “Don’t mention it, Bub.” He patted her shoulder awkwardly.
He felt the urge to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her body back against his, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed on the ground, watching as she got up, her clothes still soaked and her skin pale from the cold.
"I’ll let you know when we’re ready to start." She moved away from him, something that almost felt painful, and before leaving, she turned back.
"And Logan, make sure no one finds out about our plan."
He nodded again, feeling like he couldn’t say no to her if he tried.
Unchain my heart series.
Logan Howlett x oc!fmale
Summary: Mia Green has grown up in a lab, subjected to numerous experiments due to her status as a mutant. When she manages to escape, Charles Xavier takes her in at his mansion, giving her a new life and helping her regain her memories. However, the arrival of a new resident at the mansion threatens to destabilize everything she believed.
Warnings: Violence, foul language, a mix of various canons, X-Men movies, X-Men animated series, X-men comics.
Mia sat in silence at the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the sheets as her mind struggled to impose order on the chaos swirling inside her. Some days, the noise in her head felt overwhelming, like a storm of thoughts she couldn't silence. But it wasn't the noise that scared her most. No, what truly terrified her was the silence—the loneliness that crept in more often, as if, despite being surrounded by people, she was utterly alone.
Memories of the past few weeks flooded her mind. Waking up amidst shattered ice, frozen and terrified, completely out of control. The beast within her had emerged once again. And even though Logan had been there to pull her from the water, what happened afterward left her with an unshakeable sense that something was deeply wrong, something broken inside her. Since then, she had distanced herself from everyone, believing that perhaps isolation would keep her safe; if she could just hold it together, everything would be fine.
But it wasn't fine. Fear consumed her—not just for what she could do to others, but for what she was doing to herself. That monster inside her wouldn't leave; it lingered, waiting for a crack in her control. It was a constant battle to stay whole, to resist the wild power that grew stronger and more demanding each day.
Then, almost instinctively, her thoughts drifted to Logan. To that night when she had woken in his arms, feeling for a fleeting moment something beyond the chaos. There was something about him that calmed her, while simultaneously stirring something primal within her. A warmth that made her want to curl up closer, to bask in his presence. The beast within her purred at the mere thought of him, deepening her confusion. He had tried to reach out since that night, but every time he did, Mia built higher walls—barriers she felt were necessary but didn’t want to maintain. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down, not when she didn’t even understand what was happening in her own mind.
Logan was a threat to the control she so desperately craved, a temptation she feared would consume her entirely if she allowed it. Yet every time she thought of him, that inner monster stirred—not with violence, but with a curious blend of calm and desire, as if acknowledging his presence granted her a temporary reprieve from the internal war she fought.
If Logan was a challenge, Scott was an open wound. She had loved Scott for so long that sometimes she couldn’t remember what it felt like to not love him. Her love for him had been a constant, a certainty in a world filled with doubts. But lately… lately, everything she felt for him had become tainted. The trust she once had in him had crumbled, little by little. His inability to understand her turmoil, his blind obedience to Charles, his tendency to control everything without seeing what she truly needed—these things gnawed at the love she had felt, replacing it with doubts, resentment, and a deepening sadness with each passing day.
She knew she wasn’t being fair to Scott. He was trying to reach her, wanting to understand her. She could feel him—his constant presence lingering at her door, waiting for her to let him in, for the moment she was ready to talk. But each time she sensed him there, Mia curled further inward, unable to open up, unable to share what was really happening. And even though she knew she was hurting Scott, she couldn’t find a way to reconnect, to trust him again as she once had.
Some nights, Scott stood outside her door for hours, and though her mind screamed at her to simply lift her hand and open it, to let him in, she couldn’t. Fear paralyzed her. Fear of what he would see in her, fear that he might not be able to bear the truth of what was happening inside her head, inside her heart. Fear that once he saw her, he would realize that the person he loved was no longer there.
Mia shut her eyes, battling the whirlwind of emotions within her. It was a mix of loneliness, fear, and despair that left her drained. She couldn’t continue like this, avoiding everyone, building walls so high that she couldn’t see over them. But at the same time, she didn’t know how to stop it. Some days, she didn’t even recognize herself.
Yet something compelled her to break free from her isolation. One morning, while returning from class, she passed by the command room and overheard the team discussing details of a new mission. They were talking about an operation that even involved Logan, the newcomer they still didn’t fully trust.
She froze when it hit her. They weren’t going to include her. Mia knew why; she understood Charles was worried about her lack of control, the constant fear she had acknowledged. But that didn’t lessen the pain. In that moment, a torrent of emotions surged in her chest: loneliness, fear, and a growing sense of injustice. The best version of herself, the only one she still recognized, was found in the missions. But now, they had taken that from her too.
She considered throwing a fit, storming into Charles’ office like the time she had confronted Logan in the danger room. That dark part of her roared with pride, pulling her in that direction. She would let the professor know just how furious she was, how wrong he was to think of her as a ticking time bomb ready to explode…
She stopped short, just a few steps from her destination, and that inner turmoil stirred anxiously. No, that was exactly what she shouldn’t do. That was why they hadn’t included her—her lack of control. She took a few deep breaths, counting backward and chaining that angry thought back down inside her. She had to handle this right, carefully.
Turning on her heels, she returned to her room and carefully pulled out her suit. She examined it slowly. It was strange that even her outfit didn’t remind her of the new version of herself. She ran her fingertips over the material, praying it wouldn’t short out if she decided to use her new mutation.
With determined steps, she made her way to the hangar, refusing to stop when silence suddenly fell over the room. The conversation among the mutants faded to a hushed whisper as they saw her appear. She felt the weight of their gazes, but she pressed on. She brushed past Scott, ready to board the jet, but a hand clamped around her wrist, stopping her. She suppressed the urge to electrify the air around her to shake off the restriction that contact brought. Softening her gaze, she turned to face Scott’s visor.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice tight, clearly annoyed.
Mia shrugged, feigning indifference, placing her hand over his. The contact didn’t send the tingling she expected; instead, she felt nothing but his warmth.
“To the mission. This is my jet, and I’m the only one flying it.”
She yanked her wrist away. Scott frowned, his lips pressing into a thin line. For weeks, he had tried to talk to her, but Mia had ignored him. Now, she suddenly appeared as if nothing was wrong, ready to board the jet without consulting anyone. The silence that hung between them only intensified the tension.
“Mia, you don’t even know the mission details.”
Without looking at him, she kept walking, her mind already set on her goal. No one was going to stop her. Not today.
“Oh, really?” she shot back, sarcasm lacing her words as she continued forward. “What are you waiting for? Spill the details, boss.”
That nickname. Mia had given it to tease him, using it only when they were in good mood. This time, it was laced with irony, and it struck him in the chest. Scott clenched his jaw, visibly upset. It was clear he didn’t want to argue in front of others, but her words had cut deep.
From a corner, Logan watched the scene in silence. His instinct told him not to intervene, though he felt a mix of relief and concern at seeing her. After so many failed attempts to connect with her, to understand what was going on, she was finally here. And though he wouldn’t say it aloud, something within him stirred at the sight of her showing that strength. The memory of holding her broken in his arms still haunted him.
Mia climbed aboard the jet, settling into the pilot’s seat, adjusting the controls with the ease of someone born to be there. She completely ignored Scott's persistent gaze, knowing he wouldn’t give up trying to talk her down. As she focused on the controls, she sensed someone else approaching.
“Mia, maybe Scott has a point. You can’t just dive into a mission without knowing the details. You haven’t even been to the briefings.” Jean’s voice came from beside her as she settled into the co-pilot seat.
A knot formed in her throat, and she swallowed it down. She forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and turned to her friend.
“Hey, who says I don’t know them?”
Her mask nearly shattered at that assertion. She was on the verge of conceding and agreeing with her teammates, but a flicker of Logan’s thoughts broke through the noise. Maybe he was searching for her. No, that was impossible. She wasn’t even sure anyone could do that; it had to be a feeling that intensified as he stepped onto the vehicle. When she caught his gaze, it softened for a moment, and she decided to take a chance. She opened her mind, colliding with the swirl of thoughts and emotions that drew her in like a moth to a flame. She extended her consciousness and brushed against his in a subtle movement.
Can I? She asked silently, almost timidly. Instead of resisting like before, Logan’s mind seemed to yield to her touch, granting the permission she sought. She dove deep into it, and the mutant drew a sharp breath as he felt that familiar presence wash over him. Mia didn’t want to pry, so she patiently waited for him to share what he chose.
Logan wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but he brought to the forefront everything they had discussed in the command room, and a wave of gratitude flooded him. He wanted to reach out and grip the walls of the jet to steady himself, but that would betray him. He dug his heels into the floor and waited for her to finish exploring the information.
An unspoken question lingered in his mind, a trace of doubt. Why are you helping me? At first, he didn’t know, but his thoughts drifted back to the days he spent outside her door, hand poised to knock yet never doing so. He had wanted to connect for so long, and now the opportunity was right there. Mia sensed that flicker of emotion, and for a moment, she nearly withdrew from the comforting space that felt like home. Logan felt her presence more strongly now, and his chest swelled with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify. But those weren’t his feelings—they belonged to the woman who moved through his mind as if she were part of it.
When the connection broke, their eyes met briefly. Logan stood in his corner of the ship, watching silently. No words were exchanged.
“Mia, this is for your own good. You haven’t been yourself lately…” Scott began.
“I have everything I need, Scott,” she replied coldly, not bothering to elaborate.
“What the hell…?” he started to say, but his gaze shifted to Logan, who was watching her with renewed intensity. Feeling Cyclops’ stare, he held it and shrugged with a hint of a smile.
“Leave her be, Summers. Looks like we’ve got a pilot.”
Without wasting another moment, Mia powered up the engines. The deep roar of the jet filled the hangar, and the control panel lights began to flicker on. She was ready for takeoff.
“Buckle up, everyone. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” She couldn’t hide the excitement in her voice. She felt in control at last.
The flight was swift, and before they could brace themselves mentally, the landscape beneath the jet began to change. They were heading toward a base created by a group of unstable mutants fleeing their pursuers. The team had been sent to intercept them before the government or Magneto could reach them.
As the jet approached the landing zone, Scott broke the silence. “We’ll split up to cover more ground. Jean and Ororo, you go south. Logan and I will take the front. Mia, stay in the jet until we’ve secured the area.”
“Are we partners now, Summers?” Logan scoffed.
“Seriously?” Mia replied with a sarcastic tone, barely glancing away from the controls, her irritation evident. “You’re leaving me out?”
Scott didn’t hide his frustration. “We need someone in the jet in case things go south. Besides, someone has to monitor everything from here.”
Mia pressed her lips together, feeling anger simmering in her chest. For weeks, she had been trying to control her powers, that dark side pulsing within her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Now, with Scott treating her like a rookie, her rage grew faster than she could contain.
“I’m not a child, Scott. I don’t need you to protect me.” She shot him a look loaded with frustration. “I’m here to help, just like you.”
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, okay?”
She opened her mouth to argue, ready to unleash a torrent of retorts, but instead, she smiled broadly. “Sure thing, boss. Whatever you say.”
The jet fell into a tense silence once everyone else left. Mia sat in the cockpit, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the controls, trying not to let the irritation bubbling inside her take over. Scott had relegated her to a mere spectator, as if she couldn’t handle a mission. A part of her knew he had a point, given her recent struggles with control, but another part—the stronger, more frustrated side—refused to accept that.
“Staying in the jet? Ridiculous,” she thought, grinding her teeth. “I could be helping, not just sitting here doing nothing.”
She huffed, running her hands through her hair as she watched the radar tracking her teammates moving across the map. For the first few minutes, everything seemed normal. Jean, Ororo, Scott, and Logan were making steady progress. After a while, two points—Scott’s and Logan’s—went still. She waited and tried to reach out to them, but there was no response.
Mia frowned, typing away at the jet’s console, trying to gather more information. Jean and Ororo continued on, but something felt off with the other two. Her suspicion sharpened. Scott and Logan were still, not moving an inch.
“This isn’t right…” she muttered to herself, her frown deepening.
Before long, concern took hold. She wasn’t going to wait any longer. Her fingers danced over the controls, adjusting the navigation system to track her teammates' signal. If something had happened, she wasn’t about to sit idly by.
Wandering through the forest, she stumbled upon a scene that left her stunned. The two mutants were seated under a tree, chained to it, each facing a different direction. Both looked unconscious.
Who the hell could do something like this?
“What do we have here? Come to see me, gorgeous?”
Mia closed her eyes, wishing it wasn’t real. When she turned, she faced one of her worst nightmares—not because he was a great foe.
“Juggernaut!” she feigned a wide grin as if genuinely pleased to see him. “What a coincidence, is this your hiking route too?”
“Always so funny, doll. It was your sense of humor that drew me in at first. Then, of course, your ass,” he replied.
“Stop, you’re going to make me blush. What about you? New haircut?” Mia gestured to the helmet covering his massive head, likely blocking her from entering his mind.
“Like it? I designed it just for you. No more mind games.”
Mia smiled again. “It looks great.”
“And what? Here to save your little friends, Mia? I still don’t get what you see in that one-eyed loser. With me, you’d have a real mutant on your side.”
“I have a soft spot for lost causes, darling.”
Just then, Scott began to regain consciousness, followed by Logan. Both tried to sit up, still dazed. Juggernaut sneered at them before turning back to Mia.
“You might want to reconsider Magneto’s offer. We could be on the same team.”
“Magneto wants me at his side?” Mia let the irony drip from her words. “How flattering. But tell me, Juggernaut, what fun would it be if we didn’t meet like this?”
Mia sensed her teammates shaking off their grogginess and decided to distract the mutant while they got free.
“I’m just saying, all that saving humanity stuff can wear anyone out. We’d be unstoppable.”
“And we’d end up with some freakishly confusing kids.”
For a moment, Juggernaut’s mind drifted to the possibility Mia suggested, and she realized she didn’t need her powers to bewilder him.
Logan and Scott had freed themselves from their chains and now stood defensively, flanking her.
“Can you tell me how you got caught by this idiot?” she asked through clenched teeth, keeping her eyes on the mutant, who now regarded them as if he wanted to charge them all at once.
“He’s a damn animal. I scratched him with my claws, and Cyclops here didn’t have time to use his visor before he got knocked out cold.”
“I was trying to keep him away from the other mutants,” Scott shot back.
“I couldn’t care less about that. This guy’s a moron, and we need to take him down.”
“Any ideas, bub?”
Mía’s mind raced as she searched for a solution. That’s when a dormant part of her began to stir, tugging at the chains she had placed to hold it back. If only she could harness her electricity the way she did when she lost control… Talking directly to that inner self felt almost insane.
“f I set you free, will you promise not to wreck everything in your path?
Silence followed, interrupted only by a subtle nudge from deep within.
If you lose control and things go wrong, more people will get hurt. Scott…
The beast inside her seemed to yawn lazily, as if that fact didn’t faze it at all.
Logan…
She felt a surge of tension at the thought of him, and that part of her twisted restlessly. Taking it as a yes, she summoned forth her darker side. The air crackled with electricity, an imperceptible hum coursing through her. Logan looked at her with curiosity, recognizing a spark in her eyes—the same one he had seen the night she fell into the lake, and again when she kissed him in her room.
“If you think you stand a chance against me, you clearly don’t know me yet, sweetheart.”
Mía grinned widely, sending a shiver down Scott’s spine.
“Tell me, big guy, how does that pretty helmet of yours hold up against a little electricity?”
He didn’t respond; he was puzzled by the girl’s words. But when he caught her smile, he couldn’t help but grin back.
“Kitty,” she whispered, using that nickname she knew irked him. “Do you trust me?”
For a brief moment, Logan hesitated, caught off guard by both the nickname and the situation. But then he nodded. His instincts told him that even if he didn’t fully grasp Mia’s plan, he needed to play along.
Scott watched the exchange, bewildered, unable to decipher what was happening between them. The implicit trust Logan showed toward Mia unsettled him deeply.
She stepped closer to Logan, her gaze locked onto him for a moment before swinging back to Juggernaut, whose arrogant grin remained firmly in place.
“Let me see those claws,” she commanded Logan, offering no further explanation.
Juggernaut laughed, brimming with his usual overconfidence.
“Do you really think those toothpicks are going to do anything to me? You won’t even scratch me with that.”
“Now”
Logan wasted no time. With a low growl, he lunged at Juggernaut, who, believing his helmet and strength were impenetrable, didn’t even flinch. What he didn’t realize was that Mía was waiting for this moment.
As Logan’s claws sank into Juggernaut, Mía unleashed just a fraction of her inner beast, enough to envelop Logan’s claws in a controlled electric surge, carefully preventing any current from hitting his own body. The air around them buzzed as the energy surged into Juggernaut’s frame. It sought an exit, but Mía directed it through his body and into his head, concentrating it there. The helmet acted like a bunker, trapping the electricity in the mutant's brain until he collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently from the shock coursing through his system.
Logan straightened up quickly, claws still extended, looking at Mía with disbelief.
“You had that under control, right?” he asked, almost not wanting to know the answer.
Mía, with a mischievous grin still plastered on her face, shot him a nonchalant look.
“The truth… I wasn’t sure. I was trying something new.”
Logan stared at her, unsure whether to be angry or amused. He rubbed his face, clearly relieved that the plan had worked but still surprised by how Mía had handled everything.
Scott, watching from a distance, stepped forward, still unsure how to react. He knew Mía had saved the day, but the way she did it—and her evident connection with Logan—gnawed at him.
“You were trying something new?” he echoed, his voice sharp. “Do you even realize what you just did, Mía? You could have… lost control.”
She met his gaze without an immediate reply, her eyes still shimmering with the residual electricity she had released. She sensed Scott’s anger wasn’t just about how she defeated Juggernaut; it was laced with concern and a profound sense of helplessness. But at that moment, she felt a wave of satisfaction for having harnessed the very power that had tormented her in recent days.
“I had it under control,” she shrugged. “For the first time in weeks, I managed the situation.”
Logan, still observing from his spot, felt happiness radiating from her, and for a moment, he didn’t want anything to diminish that feeling.
“Chill out, Summers,” Logan said, stepping between them, his tone deep and calm yet tinged with mockery. “The girl did good. Juggernaut’s out, right? Isn’t that what we wanted?”
Scott turned to Logan, his gaze icy, almost disdainful.
“This isn’t a game, Logan,” he retorted. “It’s not about who takes down whom. You don’t understand what’s at stake here.”
Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly irritated by the implication.
“And you do?” he shot back, stepping closer, the tension between them palpable.
Mía watched in silence, her eyes darting between the two. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and while her instincts urged her to intervene, a part of her wanted to see how far the confrontation would go.
“Enough, both of you,” she finally interjected, stepping forward with a firm tone. “I’m not some damn ball for you to fight over.”
Logan and Scott stopped, both looking at her, surprised by the strength of her words.
“Scott, I get that you’re worried, but I don’t need you hovering over me at every turn. And Logan…” She turned to him, her expression softening slightly, but still firm. “You don’t have to defend me. I can take care of myself.”
Logan gritted his teeth but nodded, crossing his arms in resignation. Scott, looking confused, seemed unsure how to handle the situation. Finally, he broke the silence.
“It’s not just about the fight, Mía,” he said, his tone quieter, almost defeated. “It’s about you. You haven’t been the same for weeks. I don’t know how to reach you. I don’t even know if you want me to try.”
“This isn’t the time or place for this conversation, Scott. You know that.”
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken feelings and decisions yet to be made. Logan watched them both, feeling the weight of the moment, but unsure how to intervene.
Finally, Mía turned away from Scott and headed for the jet.
“Let’s go,” she said, her voice resolute. “We need to move.”
Both men followed her in silence. When they reached the jet, Storm and Jean were already there, ushering in a visibly shaken group of mutants. The tension in the air was palpable, and Mía sensed it was charged not just with the electricity she controlled, but with the latent fear of those they had come to help.
Jean frowned slightly as she noticed Mía approaching with Scott and Logan. She didn’t say anything, but her expression was enough to tell Mía something was off. Storm, meanwhile, seemed more focused on maintaining calm among the new mutants, her gaze fixed on the sky as if trying to control something beyond their immediate surroundings.
“We had a hard time convincing them to board,” Jean finally broke the silence. “They think we’re here to trap them, not help.”
Mía nodded slowly, her mind already shifting into operational mode. Scott boarded the jet first, beginning to prepare for takeoff, while Logan helped the mutants, who still cast wary glances at everyone around them.
“Any sign of Magneto?” Mía asked, approaching Storm, who was watching her with a scrutinizing look.
“Not yet, but Jean has detected something… strange. Energies we can’t fully identify.” Storm’s tone was serious, though her gaze softened slightly. “We should move quickly. I don’t want to risk staying here longer than necessary.”
Mía agreed. With each passing second, she felt a mounting pressure in her chest, as if something was about to break free, both outside and within her. The electricity she had unleashed against Juggernaut kept her alert, like a wild power inside her waiting for another opportunity to erupt.
One by one, the mutants boarded, some still trembling, others casting wary glances, but all clearly exhausted from fear and uncertainty. Once everyone was on board, Mía headed for the cockpit. She knew Scott was upset and that Logan was monitoring her every move, but there was no time to deal with that now.
“How soon can we get out of here?” Jean asked, approaching the cockpit with her arms crossed. She had been mentally calming the new mutants throughout the journey, and Mía could see the weariness etched on her face.
“We’re ready,” Mía replied, firing up the engines. “We just need to take off.”
“Do it,” Scott commanded from his seat.
Without another word, Mía initiated the jet's launch. The roar of the engines filled the air as the craft began to lift off the ground. As they flew, she could feel Scott’s and Logan’s gazes on her, but she chose to ignore them, focusing on what lay ahead.
Unchain my heart series.
Logan Howlett x oc!fmale
Summary: Mia Green has grown up in a lab, subjected to numerous experiments due to her status as a mutant. When she manages to escape, Charles Xavier takes her in at his mansion, giving her a new life and helping her regain her memories. However, the arrival of a new resident at the mansion threatens to destabilize everything she believed.
Warnings: Violence, foul language, a mix of various canons, X-Men movies, X-Men animated series, X-men comics.
When she returned to her room, it felt empty. Everything she had just seen, the man's words... it all echoed in the walls of her battered mind.
She was still damp, though the warmth from the fireplace and Logan had shielded her from the cold of the lake. The warmth from Logan. She hugged herself, trying to comfort the pain of not being in contact with him. It had been his presence that pulled her out of that whirlwind of anguish and pain.
Her head throbbed, and she could still feel the ghost of electrical impulses at her fingertips. With a heavy heart, she dragged herself toward the bathroom connected to her room, but when she touched the doorknob, the rustling of the sheets stopped her.
She felt selfish for not wanting to face what was coming, but she didn’t have the strength.
“Oh God, Mia, what happened to you?”
She didn’t turn around; she only glanced over her shoulder as Scott got out of bed, hurrying toward her.
“Nothing, I was sleepwalking and ended up in the lake, that’s all.”
“The lake? What…”
She squeezed her eyes shut as he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. A thought flashed through her mind. I’m tired of not being able to see what’s in your eyes. She pushed it away immediately, because it wasn’t fair to him.
“I just need a hot shower, Scott. I’m exhausted.”
“Mia, you can’t show up soaking wet and expect me not to worry.”
She raised her hands to put distance between them and saw his face contort in pain. She knew she was pushing him away, and her actions were creating an abyss between them.
“I’m really fine. Logan helped me out of the water, so he’s…”
“Logan?” His voice turned cold, distant. “What the hell was he doing there with you?”
Saving me from myself while you didn’t even notice I was gone. She bit her tongue, not wanting to say it, but she couldn’t stop.
“He saw me leave the house, and when I didn’t answer his calls, he got worried.”
“Worried?” The venom in Scott’s words made her frown. She didn’t know where this was coming from. He crossed his arms, and a look of disbelief spread across his face.
Mia rubbed her forehead, trying to ease the pounding headache that was making it hard to be more understanding with her partner.
“Scott, I can’t deal with this right now. I don’t have the energy. Please. I’ll deal with your jealousy tomorrow, if that’s okay.”
She pressed her lips into a thin line when she realized what she had said. She had no control over her words and didn’t understand where this bitterness was coming from. He just wants to understand and help.
“My jealousy… Sorry I don’t understand what’s happening. This guy shows up, confronts you in your classroom, and then turns up saving you when you’re fainting and pulling you out of frozen lakes. Mia, you don’t even know him. What’s going on?”
She felt weak for a moment as the truth in his words hit her. Tears filled her eyes, and she felt foolish for wanting to cry while arguing with someone she cared about. The silence that followed her words was worse than any shout. In that emptiness, everything was falling apart. And when she finally found her voice, it was broken.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me. And it terrifies me.” She struggled to find the words to describe what she was feeling. “There’s something… inside me that isn’t right, Scott. I can’t control it, I can’t rein it in, and I’m afraid it’ll come out and destroy everything.”
Scott’s features softened, and he tried to reach out to her, but she recoiled, as if fearing her own pain was contagious. She saw something break in his eyes.
“I’ve tried to tell you, to explain that I’m not myself anymore and that Charles isn’t giving me answers, and your stance was to defend him. You didn’t even consider that I might be right.” The dam holding back her tears broke, and she began to sob, hurt. “I tried to come to you, and you downplayed it.”
Scott’s face darkened again.
“Mia, I didn’t downplay it. I just said you had no reason to distrust Charles. He’s never given you one. But you throw yourself into the arms of a stranger.”
The mutant’s frustration caused the lights in the room to flicker. Inside her, a surge of anger and rage ignited, feeding her wilder side, the one that had shattered the lake ice in a burst of power. She felt the atmosphere grow heavy and the ghost of energy in her limbs.
“You’re an idiot, Scott. You’ve always been the Professor’s lapdog. You’ve never even considered disobeying him. ‘Cyclops, do this,’ ‘Summers, handle that,’ ‘Scott, keep the broken girl occupied.’”
“What? Mia, Charles never told me… What I feel for you is real.”
She knew it was true and that she was being cruel to him, but she couldn’t stop. Once again, she had lost control that night.
“If I’ve thrown myself into someone else’s arms, it’s because they didn’t treat me like a damn broken toy. Like something to be cared for and manipulated carefully for fear of it breaking. Scott, I’m not who you thought I was.”
The lights flickered again, and he tried to approach her, but he stepped back when he felt a small shock pass through him.
“We’ll fix this, we’ll find the answer, together. Just like always, okay?”
She wanted to say yes, to stop everything and hug him. She really wanted to trust his words. But the one now trying to break free was her, seeing everything from within, unable to access her body. The beast had taken control and was trying to spread the same pain she felt. She pounded against the wall that held her back but couldn’t return.
“There’s nothing to fix, Scott. I’m not the person you fell in love with anymore.”
“Mia, you’re always going to be that person, no matter what. I don’t understand how everything changed in less than two days, how…”
He saw her eyes light up with an unnatural color, and the words died in his mouth. He somehow knew he was no longer speaking to his girlfriend, that something else had taken her place.
“It didn’t change in just two days, and you thinking that proves me right.” Small flashes of light streaked across her body, wild and uncontrolled. “I’ve always been holding back who I really am to fit into the image you’ve designed for me, but I’m tired of feeling weak.”
He couldn’t respond, unable to find the words to bring her back, to ease her pain.
“Because you think I’m weak, don’t you, Scott? Always being a half-person, always exhausted from keeping part of myself locked away, away from everything so I don’t hurt anyone. Fainting at the slightest provocation because I don’t have the energy to be who I am.”
He extended a hand toward her and wanted to pull back, though she didn’t. Despite everything, he still believed the girl he loved would never hurt him.
“Well, I’m going to show you just a tiny part of what I feel.”
He sensed Mia’s presence in his head. Raw, wild, and damaging. He clutched his head as if trying to soothe the pulsing pain it was causing, and when he finally let it in, the air tasted of fear. His breath caught when terror and confusion struck him. He felt a bubble of anguish in his chest threatening to burst and destroy everything in its path. And beneath it all, an overwhelming sense of loneliness. He fell to his knees in front of her, and tears he couldn’t hold back appeared beneath his glasses.
Mia thrashed within her own mind. She hammered against the mental barrier trapping her and with one final push, she emerged into the light. She immediately cut off the connection with Scott and knelt with him on the floor. Gently, she hugged him and let the spasms of her crying overtake her. With mechanical movements, the mutant wrapped her arms around him, still in shock from what she had felt.
“I had no idea…”
She shook her head, not wanting him to say anything. She clung to him, but didn’t find the peace she had found in other arms. She remained a whirlwind of fury and pain but swallowed it.
“I’m so sorry, Scott. I can’t… I’m not able to… Not anymore.”
He nodded, trying to understand what had happened in such a short time. A clear name appeared in his mind, the one responsible for all the unleashed chaos. Logan.
The room fell silent after Mia’s words, her apology’s echo hanging in the air like a heavy presence. They both remained motionless, her on her knees in front of him, Scott still holding her as if that physical contact could mend what was broken between them. But the electricity in the atmosphere made it impossible.
Mía was frozen, every fiber of her body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and regret. But beneath that wall of emotions, she felt something else: an abyss, dark and unknown, a growing chasm between who she was and what she was meant to be. She knew there was no turning back.
Scott was the first to move. He rose slowly, loosening his grip on her and stepping away. The weight of disappointment was unmistakable on his face, despite his attempts to mask it behind his usual firmness. He didn’t say a word as he took a step back, and she felt the coldness seep into the space where his warmth had been.
He took a deep breath, as if searching for strength to continue. Then he spoke, his voice tense and barely controlled.
“I don’t understand what’s happened to you, Mía. I don’t recognize you anymore…” His voice trembled, frustration and pain struggling to break through. “I thought we were in this together, that we could get through anything. But every day you seem further away. And now…” Silence enveloped him, unable to finish the sentence. He turned completely, facing away from her, as if he couldn’t bear to face her any longer.
She watched him in silence, knowing that any words she said would only make things worse. She had come too far to turn back, and though a part of her wanted to scream at him not to leave, another part knew this was the end. She couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine when her inner world was falling apart. She had lost him, and with him, she had lost a part of herself.
“I need time, Scott. I need to find out who I am… before it’s too late.” Her voice came out in a whisper, almost imperceptible, but the words were final. She knew there was no going back.
He nodded, though he didn’t look at her.
“Find out who you are in Logan’s arms,” he replied finally, his voice now empty, lacking the warmth it used to have. “Maybe you need to separate from me so the guilt doesn’t eat you up inside.”
Mía felt her heart sink at his words, but she said nothing more. The distance between them had grown too great, and she didn’t know how to bridge it. He stood still for a moment longer before walking toward the door. He paused at the threshold, his hand on the doorknob, and turned his head slightly, as if about to say something. But the words never came. Instead, he left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click, leaving Mía alone in the dim light.
The silence that followed was deafening. The weight of solitude pressed down on her like a leaden slab, crushing her. She tried to hold back her tears, but the tension and sadness overwhelmed her. She sobbed, letting her body shake under the pressure of everything she had been holding back. But the tears didn’t last long; there was something deeper that tears couldn’t heal.
The flickering of the lights returned, a constant reminder of her inability to control what was happening inside her. Sparks flew through the air, small discharges racing around the room, mirroring her inner turmoil.
She slowly got up, stumbling towards the window. The view offered a white, cold, empty landscape, just like how she felt inside. She had broken something in her relationship with Scott, she knew, and now she had to face what came next. Her mind turned to Logan. The memory of his warmth, his unyielding presence at the lake, his ability to understand her without even needing words. But even that was uncertain.
The icy wind stirred the bare branches outside the mansion. A shiver ran down her spine. She was tired of feeling incomplete; she wanted to feel as strong as she had at the lake, needed more. She couldn’t stop the feelings that surged in her head and overwhelmed everything. Once again, she saw her world from a third-person perspective, as if her body didn’t belong to her. I’ll find answers, one way or another. There was that wild, raspy voice that she struggled to recognize as her own. She howled a denial, but she couldn’t stop that beast.
She wiped her tears away with a swipe and took a deep breath, feeling the cold from the window giving her strength. With determined steps, she left the room. She walked through the empty hallways of the mansion, her mind focused on one thing. She tracked the minds in the mansion until she found the one she was looking for. That uncontrolled tangle of thoughts that oozed pain. She followed it to its source.
She reached the door leading to the wing where Logan usually stayed. She hesitated for a second before raising her hand and knocking, her other side struggling to regain control. The hollow sound reverberated in the silence, and she waited.
“Come in,” Logan’s deep, gruff voice called from inside.
She entered the room, closing the door behind her without a word. Logan was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, extinguishing his cigarette with a casual gesture. As she walked in, he noticed a change in her posture, in her expression. Mía’s gaze, usually intense but controlled, was now fierce and determined, as if a storm was about to break inside her.
“Let’s get started,” she said, her voice rougher than usual, carrying an urgency that brooked no argument.
She advanced towards him with determination, but inside, the conflict was palpable. The voice of reason ceased to fight for a moment, distracted by the almost magnetic attraction she felt towards him. Her darker side, now governing her thoughts, lulled her in the deepest part of her mind, using the mutant’s presence to silence her. The desire to find answers in Logan’s memories, to dig into his mind, was irresistible. But to do that, she had to envelop him, capture his full attention.
Logan frowned. Something in her tone, in the energy emanating from her, made him hesitate. He stood up, as if trying to assert his presence and regain control of the situation.
“What’s going on, Mía?” he asked, trying to stay firm.
But before he could react, her darker side had already taken control. She gently pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, her legs wrapping around his sides, her body taking possession of his. The closeness, the warmth of her skin, the scent that seemed to envelop everything around him… it all washed over him like an unstoppable wave.
Logan tried to speak, but his words drowned in the tense air. His mind, always alert, began to fade under the weight of the sensations. The touch of her skin, the warmth of her body on his… it was as if, for the first time in a long while, something inside him relaxed. Suddenly, he felt Mía’s presence in his head, persistent. This time, it wasn’t painful, but rather the opposite.
As she delved deeper into his mind, her presence in the space grew more intense. Her essence, her scent, everything that was Mía, amplified in his head, surrounding him completely. Logan began to breathe harder, his body tense. The bond between them was rising to a level he had never experienced with anyone. He didn’t just feel Mía’s mind in his, but also her physical essence, every beat of her heart, every emotion that coursed through her skin.
The scent of rain, an electric buzz in the air, the heat of her presence. He closed his eyes, fighting to stay grounded. What he’d initially felt for her was now mingling with something deeper, a connection that overwhelmed him, something he struggled to handle. He knew he shouldn’t let things progress, but the intensity of what was happening had him on edge.
His muscles tensed; the control he’d always maintained over himself was slipping away with the touch she had begun to trail through his hair. He felt her in every sense, wrapping around him, making the need to touch her unbearable. He couldn’t focus on anything else. Mía’s mind was a storm in his own, and his body was responding to it in a primal, urgent way. It wasn’t just physical attraction; there was something about her calling to him in a way he couldn’t rationalize.
His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his self-control was cracking. But beneath all that comfort, something wasn’t right. There was something in the way she looked at him, how her hands rested on his shoulders—it was too... intense. There was more in her eyes than simple attraction. It was a dangerous mix of desire and control.
Logan, confused, let the moment wash over him, but when his thoughts briefly wandered to Scott, something didn’t fit.
“What’s up with Summers?” he asked abruptly, trying to snap back to reality, his words slicing through the silence. It didn’t seem like Mía to be with him like this, at least not while she was still with Scott. But he got no answer. Her gaze darkened, her expression hardened for a moment, as if something inside her had broken. That lack of response made him realize there was more behind this moment.
“Scott?” she finally replied, her voice barely a whisper, running her nails through her hair. She tried to look innocent and almost smiled with satisfaction when she noticed a growl escaping from his throat. She almost had him.
That brief pause was enough for a spark of doubt to ignite in Logan. Something inside him, buried under the layers of sensations Mía had invoked, began to awaken. The question about Scott had started as a casual curiosity, but now, in light of her lack of response, it began to take on a different form in his mind. This wasn’t like her, and for the first time, he started to think that her state wasn’t the result of a simple decision.
The air between them grew thick.
“Mía...” he tried again, this time in a softer tone, trying to reconnect with the part of her he knew.
But she wouldn’t let him finish. She couldn’t lose this battle now, not when she could feel his memories at her fingertips. She leaned in, her lips barely brushing his, and Logan felt the clash of his desires mingled with a darkness that enveloped him. The warm breath on his skin drove him mad, shattering the chains with which he had held back the part of him that had been yearning for her since the first time he touched her in the Danger Room. His body reacted before his mind could sort things out. It was a kiss charged with everything she could offer, a kiss that ensnared him in the same darkness she was falling into.
Logan closed his eyes, letting the emotions engulf him. For a moment, everything felt right. Feeling complete, feeling needed—something he had never fully experienced before. But... there was something else. A bitter aftertaste to it all, as if behind that fullness lay a trap. Anger began to rise from deep within him, but it wasn’t directed at her—it was at what was happening.
Logan struggled to turn his head away, breathing deeply, trying to regain some control.
“This isn’t you, Mía...” he said softly, with that deep yet reassuring voice he always had.
The anger bubbled inside her, tired of people telling her who she should be. For a moment, both versions of her agreed on something—the frustration of being told who to be. She didn’t even know the answer herself; how dared they think they did.
Mía kissed him again, this time with more force, with a passion that came from the depths of her being. She bit his lip with intensity, and Logan had to stifle a groan. He pulled her closer, feeling that the contact between them wasn’t enough. He needed more. The kiss was intense, raw, as if every cell in her body was pouring its desire into him, pushing every boundary.
Through the mental link they shared in that moment, Mía allowed Logan to feel what she was feeling. She wanted him to see her desire, to understand that she wanted him, that this wasn’t just manipulation. But in her haste, in her desperate attempt to distract him, she made a mistake. Unintentionally, she loosened her grip on her rational side, and the girl’s awareness let slip an alert to the mutant, despite the fact that she was enjoying the moment as much as he was. It allowed him to glimpse, even if for a second, that yes, she was using him. That part of her, the part struggling to control everything, saw him as a means to her own ends.
Logan, bewildered by the torrent of emotions and sensations, tried to process it. He felt Mía’s burning desire, but also the cold sting of betrayal. The mix of both shook him, but before he could react, Mía intensified the moment. She used her powers to dig her nails into his back, opening wounds that healed immediately. Logan gasped, enveloped by so many sensations. The blend of pleasure and pain clouded his judgment, and he was on the verge of giving in, of letting his more primal side surface as well.
Finally, with all the willpower he could muster, Logan pulled his face away from hers, breaking the kiss. His breathing was ragged, and his body trembled, still responding to the storm of sensations Mía had unleashed in him. With a low growl, he managed to gently push her back, breaking the physical contact that kept him tethered to her.
“Mía, stop...” His voice was rough, but there was a mix of pleading and determination in it. The look he gave her was intense, a mix of desire and suppressed anger. He couldn’t deny that what she was doing affected him, tempted him, but Logan wasn’t someone who would be dragged along easily.
She looked at him with frustration in her eyes, almost defiant, but there was something more. She knew Logan had seen part of the truth. She knew that, despite her desire, she had let him see her other side, the one that used him for her own ends. And that threw her off balance.
Still trembling, she tried to maintain control over herself, over the situation. She brought a hand to her face, as if trying to remove an invisible mask that was choking her. She wanted to continue, to hold on to that control, but she was now aware of how difficult it was becoming.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice breaking, but her hand trembled as it left his back and stroked her hair. Logan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He knew there was something profound between them, but he also understood that she was torn between her desire and that part of her that controlled her, pushing her to do things she didn’t fully understand.
“You don’t need to do this,” he murmured, placing his hands over hers to stop her. There was no aggression in his gesture, just a firmness indicating that he wouldn’t be dragged along.
The weight of those words fell on them with an intensity he hadn’t expected. She felt his darker side slowly retreating, but not because she wanted it to, but because Logan was demanding it. It was hard to maintain control. It was like an internal current fighting to take over, but every time he looked at him, with eyes full of pain and understanding, something inside her broke a little more.
“It’s easier this way...” she whispered, not sure if she was speaking the truth or just trying to justify what she had done. But the phrase sounded hollow even to her own ears.
“It’s not, Mía.” Logan’s voice was firm, though there was a trace of vulnerability in it. It pained him to see her like this, caught in that internal struggle, and it moved him to want to help her, not just because of the desire he felt, but because of something deeper. A connection that, though he couldn’t explain, he couldn’t ignore.
She finally gave in. She couldn’t keep fighting, not against this. She felt she was losing, not just the internal battle, but something more valuable. The control she had longed for was slipping away, and with it, the darkness that had dominated her every move began to dissipate, slowly, painfully.
Tears started to flow from her eyes before she could stop them. Everything she had tried to hold back was now spilling out. She sobbed uncontrollably, burying her face in Logan’s chest, seeking refuge in the only place she had left.
Logan held her without saying a word. There were no words that could comfort her in that moment, but his warmth, his presence, were enough. He felt Mía’s body shaking, her breathing slowing, until gradually, exhaustion overcame her.
And there, in the mutant’s arms, Mía fell asleep, as he held her close, determined not to let her sink any deeper into the darkness that tormented her so much.
