Disclaimer
I don't own anything that you recognize and they all belong to Marvel and those big companies. I'm also not making a penny out of this so don't bother suing me because you're not gonna get a lot.
Prologue
"Jean, babe, she's beautiful," murmured Logan cradling his small daughter in his arms. The baby gurgled and buried her small head in his arms. Jean look tired, but nevertheless was happier than she ever was in her life. She was with the man of her dreams and has fulfilled her wish to have a child.
"Of course she is, with such a handsome man as her father," she said, watching Logan with the small child.
"And a woman who is beautiful beyond imagination."
"She has your eyes Logan look!" The baby turned her head at her mother who was staring lovingly at her. She had dark eyes that resembled her father's and a soft face which was undoubtedly Jean's.
* * *
Chapter One: Tainted
"Honey you awake?" Logan heard Jean's soft voice calling him. He didn't want to answer, all he wanted was to sleep in. He felt her head lift from his chest and replaced it with her hand.
"Yeah darling." Logan reluctantly opened his eyes. Jean was still the most beautiful woman in his life, even after fourteen years of marriage. His hand brushed against her delicate and smooth skin. She edged herself closer to him, and Logan had a sudden burst of desire.
"Is Nicki up?"
"I don't think so, but she's big now she can watch herself." Logan smiled and then immediately took possession of her mouth before she could answer. Jean literally melted when they shared the kiss and had to pry herself away from him. The sun was glowing behind the shut blinds of the window, a sure sign that it was already morning. Their bedroom was small, for they lived in a small but comfortable apartment with their teenaged daughter. Jean silently recalled the days when Nicki was an infant and was constantly crying, driving her father near insanity. Because Logan had enhanced senses, the cry of his daughter was magnified making it unbearable for him. One time, Logan was so close to killing her that Jean grew fearful of him. Logan knew what his wife was thinking about, even after ten years she was still thinking about it.
"Jean, you know I didn't mean to, you know I wouldn't."
"I know," she smiled with uncertainty. Her hand slid down his sideburns and down his neck. He was the love of her life, but sometimes, had her worried. Jean didn't want their daughter to be a burden to him, nor a pain.
"I love her with all my heart, you as well."
"I know you do Logan." She gave him a kiss on the neck, hoping it would make it up to him. Logan grinned and began to smother his wife with a shower of kisses; the two would be occupied in their small bedroom for some time.
Eventually, the two made their way into the kitchen, ready to eat breakfast, only to find that Nicki had already eaten.
"You guys slept in," she said, defending herself before Logan could open his mouth.
"I guess I am the one to blame," he replied with a sly grin, casting Jean a wry look. Jean returned his look, but turned around to make herself some toast.
"I didn't need to know that, Dad" Nicki replied as she washed her dishes in the sink. Her parents were strangely abnormal especially with the fact that her dad was never sick and her mom could see through every lie. Nicki had no idea that they were mutants, and she was one too.
"Nicki? Can you fix the bike this morning? I have to give it back to Scott today." She agreed and walked out to the garage. Nicki had a natural gift and fixing things and pretty much never really required help when something was broken. She was even better than her dad and so the job was often shafted to her. The bike had a broken lamp from Logan's last trip with the motorcycle. Scott never knew that Logan was actually smashing up the bike every time he borrowed it for he rarely ever visited.
* * *
"Logan, I think we should consider moving back to the mansion." He almost dropped his toast. Logan loved life as so, and did not want it to change, ever.
"Why darling? Don't you like it here?"
"It's not that, I'm worried for Nicki. We never told her we were mutants, and she has no idea she probably has some sort of mutant ability, I don't want her to run away like those kids." Jean was very worried for the time when her daughter's mutant abilities would show. Would she run away? The thought had plagued her for many days, but she had never mentioned it to Logan until now.
"She's a strong kid, she'd survive. Don't worry about it Jeannie."
"I'm afraid Nicki will be gone by the time we find out." Logan got up and brought his arms around his wife, hoping to comfort her.
"It is a reality Logan; we are both mutants, her chance of not being a mutant is almost zero."
"Jean, we had gotten through her infanthood without too much damage, we will go through this together." He placed a kiss on her forehead and lifted her head up so she was looking at him.
"It will be okay Jeannie, it will be okay."
* * *
Nicki was almost done changing the lamp on the motorbike. Her hands were black with grease and was wiping them off when she decided to take a break. She walked outside into the bright sunlight and found that the 'Diamond Backs' were hanging out near her house. The Diamond Backs was the local gang consisted of kids her age to the age of sixteen and they loved to cause trouble. They were also avid anti-mutant protestors.
"Hey Nicole" snarled Damon, the sixteen year old leader of the gang. It had gotten out a while ago that Nicki's real name was Nicole, though she was nicknamed by her parents, Nicki.
"It's Nicki."
"Whatever, both those names are dumb."
"So is Damon."
"Nice bike you have there, wonder how your dad would feel if it got trashed. He'd probably ask you to fix it again; he's pretty useless around the house ain't he? He has to pit his daughter to do a man's work." Damon was talking about the bike parked in the condo parking garage. Nicki was infuriated but said nothing.
"Jack, Matt, fetch me the bike."
"Don't touch it you scum, I don't want it full of your filth."
"I wouldn't talk, girls like you are meant to clean the filth, and you ain't doing a good job are you?"
"Cleaning up filth is for low lives like you."
"Girls and women are low lives, mutants too perhaps even lower than me." Nicki was filled with rage, and was blinded by her anger. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. Damon could see what he was doing, and took complete satisfaction of it. But then it happened.
Nicki was filled with a burst of strange emotions, ones she had never experienced before and then, six shiny claws, three on each hand were unsheathed between her knuckles.
"Drop those knives n-now or I'll pound you."
"Uh boss, I don't think those are knives." The claws just as quickly as they came were unsheathed again and was gone.
"Y-you're not a mutant are you?" Damon's voice was filled with fear. Nicki was in disbelief too. She didn't know she was a mutant, but if she told Damon, there would be bigger trouble.
"No those are my switchblades," she lied casually, "and unless you don't want to get chopped up, I suggest you leave now." Nicki tried to mask the fear in her voice but she was almost certain some of it showed. The gang grudgingly left the parking lot, leaving Nicki to her own thoughts. She was afraid, what would her parents think? Frustrated she kicked a nearby pop can and ran off.
* * *
It was near lunch time, and Logan realized it was taking Nicki awfully long to fix the bike's lamp. It usually takes her fifteen minutes he thought but then maybe she's giving it a tune-up. As he walked outside, he found the motorcycle propped up on its stand and tools lying everywhere. But there was no sign of Nicki.
"Nicki!" he called, and there was no answer. Logan called her name again, and got the same reply, silence. The parking lot was empty, surrounding by a wooden fence that separated the lot from the nearby houses' yards. Assuming she was back inside Logan went back in.
"Jean, have you seen Nicki?"
"No Logan, isn't she outside?"
"I checked she's not there." Jean walked towards him, her eyes suddenly looking fearful. He walked up and tried to comfort her, it was as if she knew it was going to happen. The two sat down on the sofa and discussed all the possible places their daughter could be.
"She could be kidnapped."
"Logan, don't say that. She's probably at the park and forgot to tell us."
"Darling, I think it's time we visit the professor." Jean nodded solemnly but buried her face in her husband's shoulder.
"We should've told her," Jean sobbed silently, her tears wetting Logan's shirt. He placed a hand on her head and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt that it was their fault not letting Nicki know about the mutant issue.
"Jeannie, it's alright" he said calmly, his voice sounding surprisingly soft, "she's probably confused if it's the 'mutant' thing." They original decision for moving away from the mansion and not telling Nicki about it was that they didn't want her to have an unhappy childhood burdened with the rising disputes over the mutant problem. They wanted her to have a childhood like every other child, but like all things, it has come to an end.
"The professor will find her Jean, he will, so don't you cry now, don't you cry."
* * *
Nicki had run as far as she could, away from the neighborhood and to the field that was a few blocks away from the local park. She didn't want to harm anyone nor get into trouble with the law. Nicki did not understand what had happened to her and sat under a tree in the field of blowing lilacs and grasses that came waist high. She was afraid to go home, afraid to face the world, and most of all afraid of her new found ability. All her life, Nicki had always forced herself to face her fear, be it spiders, the dark or the high places, she had overcome them. But this, this was a fear of hurting others, a fear of resentment among the so-called "normal" people. I can still assimilate myself into this society Nicki thought it only happens when I'm really mad. All the possibilities she had now began to flood her mind. She could become a runaway, she could tell her parents, or she could hide it. Hiding her ability seemed to be the prospect idea at the time, since there was little to lose. A storm was brewing and little did Nicki know there would be more than rain and thunder once the storm had arrived.
I don't own anything that you recognize and they all belong to Marvel and those big companies. I'm also not making a penny out of this so don't bother suing me because you're not gonna get a lot.
Prologue
"Jean, babe, she's beautiful," murmured Logan cradling his small daughter in his arms. The baby gurgled and buried her small head in his arms. Jean look tired, but nevertheless was happier than she ever was in her life. She was with the man of her dreams and has fulfilled her wish to have a child.
"Of course she is, with such a handsome man as her father," she said, watching Logan with the small child.
"And a woman who is beautiful beyond imagination."
"She has your eyes Logan look!" The baby turned her head at her mother who was staring lovingly at her. She had dark eyes that resembled her father's and a soft face which was undoubtedly Jean's.
* * *
Chapter One: Tainted
"Honey you awake?" Logan heard Jean's soft voice calling him. He didn't want to answer, all he wanted was to sleep in. He felt her head lift from his chest and replaced it with her hand.
"Yeah darling." Logan reluctantly opened his eyes. Jean was still the most beautiful woman in his life, even after fourteen years of marriage. His hand brushed against her delicate and smooth skin. She edged herself closer to him, and Logan had a sudden burst of desire.
"Is Nicki up?"
"I don't think so, but she's big now she can watch herself." Logan smiled and then immediately took possession of her mouth before she could answer. Jean literally melted when they shared the kiss and had to pry herself away from him. The sun was glowing behind the shut blinds of the window, a sure sign that it was already morning. Their bedroom was small, for they lived in a small but comfortable apartment with their teenaged daughter. Jean silently recalled the days when Nicki was an infant and was constantly crying, driving her father near insanity. Because Logan had enhanced senses, the cry of his daughter was magnified making it unbearable for him. One time, Logan was so close to killing her that Jean grew fearful of him. Logan knew what his wife was thinking about, even after ten years she was still thinking about it.
"Jean, you know I didn't mean to, you know I wouldn't."
"I know," she smiled with uncertainty. Her hand slid down his sideburns and down his neck. He was the love of her life, but sometimes, had her worried. Jean didn't want their daughter to be a burden to him, nor a pain.
"I love her with all my heart, you as well."
"I know you do Logan." She gave him a kiss on the neck, hoping it would make it up to him. Logan grinned and began to smother his wife with a shower of kisses; the two would be occupied in their small bedroom for some time.
Eventually, the two made their way into the kitchen, ready to eat breakfast, only to find that Nicki had already eaten.
"You guys slept in," she said, defending herself before Logan could open his mouth.
"I guess I am the one to blame," he replied with a sly grin, casting Jean a wry look. Jean returned his look, but turned around to make herself some toast.
"I didn't need to know that, Dad" Nicki replied as she washed her dishes in the sink. Her parents were strangely abnormal especially with the fact that her dad was never sick and her mom could see through every lie. Nicki had no idea that they were mutants, and she was one too.
"Nicki? Can you fix the bike this morning? I have to give it back to Scott today." She agreed and walked out to the garage. Nicki had a natural gift and fixing things and pretty much never really required help when something was broken. She was even better than her dad and so the job was often shafted to her. The bike had a broken lamp from Logan's last trip with the motorcycle. Scott never knew that Logan was actually smashing up the bike every time he borrowed it for he rarely ever visited.
* * *
"Logan, I think we should consider moving back to the mansion." He almost dropped his toast. Logan loved life as so, and did not want it to change, ever.
"Why darling? Don't you like it here?"
"It's not that, I'm worried for Nicki. We never told her we were mutants, and she has no idea she probably has some sort of mutant ability, I don't want her to run away like those kids." Jean was very worried for the time when her daughter's mutant abilities would show. Would she run away? The thought had plagued her for many days, but she had never mentioned it to Logan until now.
"She's a strong kid, she'd survive. Don't worry about it Jeannie."
"I'm afraid Nicki will be gone by the time we find out." Logan got up and brought his arms around his wife, hoping to comfort her.
"It is a reality Logan; we are both mutants, her chance of not being a mutant is almost zero."
"Jean, we had gotten through her infanthood without too much damage, we will go through this together." He placed a kiss on her forehead and lifted her head up so she was looking at him.
"It will be okay Jeannie, it will be okay."
* * *
Nicki was almost done changing the lamp on the motorbike. Her hands were black with grease and was wiping them off when she decided to take a break. She walked outside into the bright sunlight and found that the 'Diamond Backs' were hanging out near her house. The Diamond Backs was the local gang consisted of kids her age to the age of sixteen and they loved to cause trouble. They were also avid anti-mutant protestors.
"Hey Nicole" snarled Damon, the sixteen year old leader of the gang. It had gotten out a while ago that Nicki's real name was Nicole, though she was nicknamed by her parents, Nicki.
"It's Nicki."
"Whatever, both those names are dumb."
"So is Damon."
"Nice bike you have there, wonder how your dad would feel if it got trashed. He'd probably ask you to fix it again; he's pretty useless around the house ain't he? He has to pit his daughter to do a man's work." Damon was talking about the bike parked in the condo parking garage. Nicki was infuriated but said nothing.
"Jack, Matt, fetch me the bike."
"Don't touch it you scum, I don't want it full of your filth."
"I wouldn't talk, girls like you are meant to clean the filth, and you ain't doing a good job are you?"
"Cleaning up filth is for low lives like you."
"Girls and women are low lives, mutants too perhaps even lower than me." Nicki was filled with rage, and was blinded by her anger. Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were white. Damon could see what he was doing, and took complete satisfaction of it. But then it happened.
Nicki was filled with a burst of strange emotions, ones she had never experienced before and then, six shiny claws, three on each hand were unsheathed between her knuckles.
"Drop those knives n-now or I'll pound you."
"Uh boss, I don't think those are knives." The claws just as quickly as they came were unsheathed again and was gone.
"Y-you're not a mutant are you?" Damon's voice was filled with fear. Nicki was in disbelief too. She didn't know she was a mutant, but if she told Damon, there would be bigger trouble.
"No those are my switchblades," she lied casually, "and unless you don't want to get chopped up, I suggest you leave now." Nicki tried to mask the fear in her voice but she was almost certain some of it showed. The gang grudgingly left the parking lot, leaving Nicki to her own thoughts. She was afraid, what would her parents think? Frustrated she kicked a nearby pop can and ran off.
* * *
It was near lunch time, and Logan realized it was taking Nicki awfully long to fix the bike's lamp. It usually takes her fifteen minutes he thought but then maybe she's giving it a tune-up. As he walked outside, he found the motorcycle propped up on its stand and tools lying everywhere. But there was no sign of Nicki.
"Nicki!" he called, and there was no answer. Logan called her name again, and got the same reply, silence. The parking lot was empty, surrounding by a wooden fence that separated the lot from the nearby houses' yards. Assuming she was back inside Logan went back in.
"Jean, have you seen Nicki?"
"No Logan, isn't she outside?"
"I checked she's not there." Jean walked towards him, her eyes suddenly looking fearful. He walked up and tried to comfort her, it was as if she knew it was going to happen. The two sat down on the sofa and discussed all the possible places their daughter could be.
"She could be kidnapped."
"Logan, don't say that. She's probably at the park and forgot to tell us."
"Darling, I think it's time we visit the professor." Jean nodded solemnly but buried her face in her husband's shoulder.
"We should've told her," Jean sobbed silently, her tears wetting Logan's shirt. He placed a hand on her head and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt that it was their fault not letting Nicki know about the mutant issue.
"Jeannie, it's alright" he said calmly, his voice sounding surprisingly soft, "she's probably confused if it's the 'mutant' thing." They original decision for moving away from the mansion and not telling Nicki about it was that they didn't want her to have an unhappy childhood burdened with the rising disputes over the mutant problem. They wanted her to have a childhood like every other child, but like all things, it has come to an end.
"The professor will find her Jean, he will, so don't you cry now, don't you cry."
* * *
Nicki had run as far as she could, away from the neighborhood and to the field that was a few blocks away from the local park. She didn't want to harm anyone nor get into trouble with the law. Nicki did not understand what had happened to her and sat under a tree in the field of blowing lilacs and grasses that came waist high. She was afraid to go home, afraid to face the world, and most of all afraid of her new found ability. All her life, Nicki had always forced herself to face her fear, be it spiders, the dark or the high places, she had overcome them. But this, this was a fear of hurting others, a fear of resentment among the so-called "normal" people. I can still assimilate myself into this society Nicki thought it only happens when I'm really mad. All the possibilities she had now began to flood her mind. She could become a runaway, she could tell her parents, or she could hide it. Hiding her ability seemed to be the prospect idea at the time, since there was little to lose. A storm was brewing and little did Nicki know there would be more than rain and thunder once the storm had arrived.