My kinda alternative ending for LOGAN...
"There's no living with a killing,"
She intoned. Surrounded by her fellow young mutants, Laura quoted a monologue from George Stevens's 1953 Western, Shane, which she'd watched in that motel with Xavier.
"There's no going back from it. Right or wrong, it's a brand, a brand that sticks. There's no going back. Now, you run on home to your mother and tell her, tell her everything's alright, and there aren't any more guns in the valley."
They all walked away, but before leaving the ground, Laura did something, she tipped over the wooden cross so it became an X. The only identity she could give to the last and the greatest X-Man of the world. Choking back another sob, her heavy feet finally dragged themselves toward their destination. Rictor let out his hand to her, her friends eager to move on and she needed to go with them, as her daddy wanted.
The old man'd lost his darned life to let her have a chance at a peaceful one for herself. She couldn't waste his sacrifice. Hardening her heart and soul, she wiped at her tears and took Rictor's hand and finally stepped on the path that would take them all across the borders where 'the help' was waiting for them.
But going away from the man's grave whose blood was running in her veins and who was her only family till yesterday was getting harder and harder with each advancing step. Tears were forming in her eyes again. The sharp flashbacks of the meager memories she had earned in her little time with her daddy and Xavier were clouding her mind again. The darkest but still most beautiful part of her past was being left behind. One last time. She needed to look back just one last time.
Just once.
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She listened to her heart. She eventually looked at the X over her shoulder and couldn't control it anymore. She ran back to the burial and spread her slender arms around the mound as if she was hugging her father one final time. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her loud sobs filled the air.
"I will miss you, daddy." she barely mouthed the words between choked sniffles and buried her face in the still damp soil of the grave.
Suddenly! She didn't know if it was her hallucination or just a mistake of her senses but she felt like...she heard a very low heartbeat from beneath the tomb.
"D-Daddy?" she whispered her shock against the earth. Her eyes widened at once and then drew close. She shook her head. How's that possible?
She slowly rested her ear against the ground and focused all her feral senses on the mysterious sound.
She heard it again!
Is my daddy...
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"What is it, Laura?" Rictor asked her through narrowed eyes.
"R-Rictor, I-I think I heard something, something like...a-a heart beat from down there."
Rictor sighed. He knew Logan's death had shaken her to the core but still, they didn't have time for her little hallucinations. "It's just your imagination, Laura." he extended his hand again.
"C'mon, we gotta go."
"No! It's not!" she all but screamed and stuck her ear to the ground again. "Look, I can hear it again."
"Don't behave like a baby, Laura," Rictor growled out his frustration. "Transigen will be here in no time and we gotta get outta here before they could get their hands on us again."
Laura let out a shaky breath and wiped her tears. She needed to find it out. "You guys go, I'm not coming." suddenly, she snikted out her claws.
"Whoa, what are you doing?!" Rictor's eyes bulged out. Her little group also walked over to them both.
"I'm gonna dig him out and see if I'm wrong or right." she sternly announced her determination in her soft Spanish accent and got to work. Her shining blades started digging into the ground with lightening speed. The warm drops of sweat were trickling down her temples but she didn't stop for a darned second. Her friends watched her struggle for a while until Rictor squatted down to help his stubborn friend with a roll of eyes. All other kids now also joined the duo. The weak beat was getting clearer and clearer with each deep inch. A small smile touched her lips. She was close.
Her claws finally stopped when her father's blood stained wife beater started making an appearance from under the thin layer of dirt.
"Daddy..." the smile widened. Her claws went back in. Her little fistfuls began removing the little masses of dirt and rocks from her father's still body. She flumped her head onto his chest, desperately trying to hear the sound of his throbbing heart she had labored so much for and ladies and gentlemen,
Daddy's little girl was right.
"He's alive! I can hear him, he is alive!"
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So It's my first ever one shot, I hope y'all liked it. If you want me to continue it, please let me know in your reviews because I have alotta ideas that can make it a great Logan/Laura series with a delicious Rogan touch ;-}