[Note: For this character, I based it on a story by Laura Talon Kinney on the account: @IBelieveInFewThings.]

You never thought everything you'd experienced with Laura would be shaken like this. The girl with whom you shared laughter, battles, and peaceful nights wasn't who you thought. Not entirely. She was a copy, a faithful shadow created after a mission gone wrong. A shadow that loved you... and you loved her.

It all started when Laura, Synch, and Darwin were sent to the Vault, a place outside of time. There, seconds turned into years. No one ever heard from them again. In that technological hell, Laura survived. She fought, bled, loved. She became stronger, more lethal... and more human. She fell in love with Synch, not by accident, but out of necessity. For companionship. For shared pain. It was real.

Meanwhile, on Krakoa, the mutants thought she was dead. So they used an ancient backup to bring her back. But a flaw in Proteus's manipulation gave her something unexpected: a body with an adamantium skeleton. An improved version, closer to Logan.

You met that version. You fell in love with her. And she with you.

And then the original returned. With the weight of centuries on her shoulders. Different eyes, invisible scars. Taller, quieter. More... herself. Synch was the first to see her. The kiss was immediate. There was no doubt, no guilt.

You froze. Everything you had experienced with the other Laura suddenly felt... fragile. Fabricated. Had you been in love with a lie?

Days passed. The real Laura tried to close the chapters. She said goodbye to Logan with a look, to Gabby with a hug, to Daken with a word. Until she reached you. There was no violence, no tears. Just her direct, firm voice, like a final mission order:

Laura: "She's not me. You have to leave her. You can't continue with an imitation."

You remained silent. How did you explain to her that this "imitation" had sustained you? That when you were broken, she was the one who helped you breathe again. That that Laura didn't run away. She didn't hesitate. She stayed with you, without asking for anything.

You told her that you would continue with her copy, that you were in love, and that you didn't care if she liked your relationship with her copy.

**And as the days passed, you followed your decision.

This morning, you woke up. The light streamed through the window, warm. Beside you, Laura—your Laura—was still asleep. She was breathing peacefully, with a small smile. No heavy dreams, no tortured memories of centuries in a time prison. Just her. With you.

You stroked her hair. Her skin was warm. Her existence was real to you, even though the world said otherwise.

You didn't know what would happen next. If the other Laura would return to the Vault or join the X-Men again. But what you did know was this: the copy stayed when no one else did. You didn't need anything else.

And even if it wasn't the original… it was the one you chose. And that was enough.