1986...
A man leaned against the wall, a cigar in his mouth as his hat was tilted back. He wore a simple white t shirt under brown leather jacket and faded blue jeans.
The sun began to slowly set on a short Canadian day, the ground was lightly covered with snow from a snowing that morning. The sign on the bar behind them flickered for a moment before holding its light blue lighting. Few cars were parked in the small parking lot beside the bar, one in which included the man's truck. Other then the brick bar behind him, there were no other building, the closest being a hotel a mile away and a small store nearby.
A young woman wiggled a bottle of beer in front of his face before he took the bottle.
She looked to be in her early 20's as she wore jeans and a black tank top, her chest fitted the top well as a light brown coat was over her shoulders and appeared to be almost too big for her. Her own baseball cap was on her head. She had short ash blond hair that stuck out from under a cap with the words "don't mess with what y' don't understand" in white on the black background.
She pulled a small metal lighter out of her pocket, appearing to have seen better days since it took her a a few spins to light her cigarette.
"Why do you think people smoke?"
"Ain't gonna affect me in the long run, or at least thats how I see it" the man answered.
"Cancer, diseases," "its your own choice t' smoke or not. Nobody else should stop y' from doin' want you want t' do." he explained, cutting her off.
"Took a good beating the first time I did. But thats a story that I wish I could forget"
"Do y' like what ya remember?"
"Some" she said, looking at him. "Be glad ya remember some and not none"
"If you were were going to live forever, then would it matter?" She asked him. "I'm gonna live for a pretty long time but I'd still gave almost anything to remember what I forgot."
"Are you a mutant?"
"Yup" he said calmly.
A silence fell on them as the girl thought that he didn't want to talk to her. "Do you want to talk?"
He looked at her with a sly smile "sure, but I should let you know that my actions speak louder then my words."
She dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and slid closer to him. "Glad t' hear mutatie."
"Got a name?" She asked.
"Th' names Logan" he said, looking at her. "I'm Kristan."
2014
"And I thought you were just a mutant who drank too much and lived too long" a woman said to Logan, causing him to turn and look at the person who he hadn't seen in over 30 years.
"I thought you were just a girl unable to die and liked to smoke, whats up?"
The woman now beside him was the same one from that day years ago, the only difference was that she looked a few years older and had longer hair. Both were without a jacket since it still was a nice warm day outside.
The playground in front of them was full of kids playing like nothing was wrong, ever.
"Its a nice day, thats whats up" she explained with a light smile. "Thats what my kids figured." She looked at him for a second, he was talking in words, and possibly sentences.
"Which ones are your kids?" She asked him.
"The dark brown haired boy."
"Well anyone could figure that out" she said, cutting him off.
"Fine then, I won't tell ya" he said with a smirk.
"Hey, thats no fair"
"Are any 'f them your's?" he asked.
"My granddaughter Paige is the girl on the swings" she said calmly, giving him a moment to realize what she had said. "Granddaughter?"
"Yeah well I kind of had a daughter a while after meeting you. She got married, had a kid, and actually went to college two years ahead of the other students." She said, remembering how surprised she was that she wanted to go.
"Really? Whats she plannin' on doing?"
"I don't know, she was always into DNA and genetics. She was actually quite mad at me back then."
He looked at her, noticing that her tone had changed "what was that?"
"She figured out that you were her father" she said quietly, noticing that the surprised look on his face. "I'm not joking, it was double checked by her teacher and several other students." She explained, seeing that he was still surprised.
"How long did she not talk to you?"
"Three years. But she has nothing against you."
"Ah" he said simply, not really knowing what to say.
"No one knows it was your DNA, but it was so she got rid of it."
He stayed silent, not sure what to say. "You don't have to meet her but you might want to so here" she pulled a small business card out of her pocket. "Her number and mine are on back."
She shoved her hands into her pockets, walking towards the playground, she stopped looking back at him "her name is Mia."
He looked at the card, the name of a research lab and its company was on the front, two numbers written in ink were labeled Mia's # and Kristan's #. He put the card into his pocket as he watched as two kids left with her.
He had too much on his mind, wondering if he had another kids that he should know about, what Jean would think of the idea of him having a daughter her age, meeting someone with a healing power like him, a granddaughter their daughter's age.
He finally decided to give Mia a call after two weeks of being handed the business card. The phone rang a few times till it stopped and went to the message machine, he hung up the phone. What am I suppose to say?Oh, Hey, I'm your long lost dad from a fun night 30 years ago!? I can't leave it on a message machine?!
The phone began to rang, this time it was quickly answered by a woman. "Hello, Clark residence, Mia speaking." She said on the other line.
He froze, not knowing what to say then hung up. Grunting, he leaned against the wall, feeling stupid for being able to just call her.
"What are you so nervous about?" Rogue asked, over the years she had grown up and had her own daughter. It took her a lot of training but she was able to control her powers, she wore less darker clothes and taught students that there was a chance of the students learning to control her powers.
She looked at him then leaned against the wall next to him.
"You can't tell anybody" "y' can trust me" she softly said.
"I ran into a friend, an' she told me that I have a daughter." "Wow, does she know about y'?" "Yeah, shes around Jean's age. She even has a daughter, around Meagan's age" he explained.
"You're over thinkin' this Logan, Jean would understand, and shes your daughter, she must want to meet y'."
"Yeah, thanks kid" he said before she handed him the phone "call her" she said as he fingered the card.
"I will" he watched as she walked away, he put the phone to his ear, this time calling Kristan.
For the last time the phone rang, it was answered by a boy. "Hey, Zack here," a boy answered.
"Is Kristan there? Its Logan." He replied, hearing a loud yell for her and being enhanced by his powers, the yell was quite loud to him. There was a ringing in his ear as a woman picked up the phone.
"Sorry Logan" she apologized for the yelling. "Who was that?" "My teen aged son." She said with sigh, "so why are you calling?"
"I was wondering if y' could set up a meeting with Mia."
"The big bad Logan can't call his daughter?" She said, enjoying that he had so much trouble making a simple phone call. "I will, want it to just be the two of you?" She asked.
"Yeah, I just wanna talk t' her."
She was quiet, thinking about it, "you know to be careful right? Like in public areas don't talk about you two being father and daughter" "no one should be listenin' to us talk." "Well, I'd like to avoid going to a lab as a lab rat. So no mutant talk where other people can hear ya" she explained.
"Does she care?"
"She didn't like going to different school, but with a mother that didn't age, she understood and went along with the story. Then again, like you she doesn't think its much of anyone else's business, but wants to give her kids as much of a normal life as they have."
"Y' could always move into the Xavier school. Its a school for mutants, so you'd be fine."
"Maybe you should met up with me then I can catch you up, I could take you to her place and you could meet her there." She figured, avoiding the question.
"Okay, when?" He asked, knowing that she wasn't someone who could live off of others, making the school not a place she could live at.
"How about Friday night? I'll meet you at the same park at six. Then I'll take ya to her house at seven."
"Fine with me, see ya then."
"Bye"
"Bye."
Logan and Jean's kids are without names other then their daughter, Meagan. And anyone who has already read the chapters then y'all should know the names have been changed along with a few other minor things. Mostly cause I'm a slow minded person, till Saturday (or friday night) bye.