Author's Notes:
Disclaimer: Logan and Wolverine aren't mine. Damn. Rhiannon and her mother, however...came out of my demented little mind.
Feedback: would be lovely! Flames will be met with the business end of Mr. Howlett's shiny claws.
AN: I had the general idea for this original character for some time, but only recently got her fleshed out enough to really start writing. And I have to say I have been inspired by lachlanrose's work (Shine Against Me in particular) as well as dr_girlfriend's The Taming. If you have not read any of those, seriously...go read. NOW. *shoos you over to read Shine Against Me and The Taming*. This is AU...Jean, Scott and Charles are NOT dead... nope, no way no how... not listening to any of those lies. *lalalalalaICan'tHearYou* Timeline-wise, except for the deaths that are not deaths...probably post X3, although issues have cropped up for me after watching DoFP. Those will likely be dealt with in a second piece or sequel of some kind. There are plot bunnies knocking at my door to help with that, thankfully!
p class="MsoNormal"emNineteen year old Rhiannon Evans sat in the hollow space beneath the stairs, quietly watching as Logan returned from one of his many solo missions he'd been sent on by the Professor. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him move, the combination of animalistic grace and devil-may-care attitude a heady draught. Footsteps directly over her head caused Logan's head to snap up and to the right. Rhiannon sighed. She didn't need psychic abilities to know her Aunt Jean was the one coming down the stairs. At that moment, she wished she had Kitty's phasing ability so she could leave her hiding place without Logan seeing her. Rhi knew Jean knew she was there; kind of hard to hide from a psychic, particularly one as powerful as her Aunt. She wished that, just for one moment, Logan would look at her the way he looked at Jean. /em/p