Hi guys! … I'm sorry to inform you that I've decided to discontinue my Sherlock fanfiction about Kid!Lock. I'll write more Sherlock fics, its just that the "Life's Not Fair" series wasn't working for me. I will be working on this fic a lot, and as a sort of apology I'm editing this first chapter and posting a new chapter.
DISCLAIMER- We do not own any of the original X-Men characters or plotlines!
Sara Nicole Locke was a happy child from her time of birth. She had always smiled, and always laughed. Everybody loved her, and she loved everybody. Her parents cherished her and her sister like no other. They gave them everything. Rachel Locke was a stay at home mom. She wanted as much time with her children as possible. Ethan Locke was a loving father, working as a fireman to provide for his family.
When Sara was first born, Quill was resentful. She didn't want a little sister, she wanted to be an only child. She wanted all the attention, because for 11 years, that's what she'd been used to. Soon, though, she grew used to the small being, and loved her as much as her parents did. Everything was perfect.
And then it happened.
William Stryker was a vicious, awful, bloodthirsty man. He wanted to rid of all the humans that inhabited the earth. The Locke family was unlucky enough to be his next target. Stryker sent out his two best men: Victor Creed and James Howlett. Brothers.
They burst into the pretty little house, looking for their prey. The family was sitting in the living room, up late and watching a movie. Ethan sprang to his feet, but was instantly stabbed in the neck by James, falling, lifeless, to the floor.
Rachel had jumped up to protect Quill, but James quickly rid of her too. In this time, Quill had escaped through the window and run away. There was only one person left in the house.
Sara.
Victor stalked down the hall, banging open the door into the nursery. He walked over to the crib, looking down at the toddler with the bright shock of curly red hair and the big green eyes. He lowered his short, yet sharp claws toward her and the small child started to cry.
"Stop."
Victor turned around to see James standing it the doorway. "What?"
"Leave her alone Victor. I mean it."
"What're ya gonna do Jimmy? Fight me?" Victor rolled his eyes, "You're turning soft Jimmy. We were sent to kill the family, and we're gonna kill the family."
James took a threatening step forward "Victor, leave her alone. She can only be two at the most. She's innocent, she hadn't even had a chance to live. Everyone deserves a childhood Victor. Didn't we get one?"
Victor opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again, glaring at his brother. "Fine." He stalked towards the door, calling over his shoulder "Don't expect me to forget this Jimmy! That girl's gonna get it for turning you soft!"
James watched his brother leave, then turned to the child. He peeked over the edge of the crib, and the baby stopped crying, staring up intently at his face as if she knew he'd saved her. He could tell that this little girl was a mutant. She had that vibe that only he as a fellow mutant could trace. James picked Sara up, an unusually gentle gesture for a killer. He looked down at the content face, and shook his head, "You owe me kid." With that he walked out of the house, avoiding the sight of the girl's dead parents, and hopped onto his motorcycle. He wrapped the baby in his coat and sped off.
That night, James reached his destination: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He looked around warily before tiptoeing up to the front door. He pulled off his leather jacket, wrapped the squirming child in it, and set the bundle on the steps. He stood there for a moment, gazing at the sleeping face, the soft features, the curly red hair. In that moment he made a promise, "I'll be back... One day I'll come back, and you'll never be alone again." James turned on his heel and left the school, the vision of the red haired girl engraved in his mind.
One day, three years later, something held James to the promise he had made.
James woke up in a hospital-like room, quiet except for the beeping of a heart monitors. He sat up, ripping the idiotic device off his chest. Confused, he stumbled out and down the hall. A voice was speaking to him in his head. He followed the voice through the miraculously clean hall, ending up in a room full of children. He stood there awkwardly as every student in the room turned his or her head to stare at him. The teacher - an old, bald man in a wheelchair - dismissed the class and introduced himself. He was Charles Xavier, headmaster and founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He knew who James was. He even knew that James no longer went by James but Logan, his middle name.
In a matter of days, Logan was an official member of a team of highly dangerous and effective mutants called the X-Men. He became used to the school, and the school became used to him in all his gruffness. A week days after his arrival Logan was heading toward the dinner room when a small figure emerged from one of the bedrooms. She could be no more than five, with red curls falling around her face in a seemingly perfect yet wild manner. The young girl looked at him, and he realized that he recognized those bright green eyes and those lovely red curls. How could he forget? It was Sara Locke, the girl he had saved... And the girl he had made a promise to.
She recognized him too. She had that expression on her face. That expression you have when you know you've seen someone, but you cannot for the life of you remember where.
"Who're you?" She asked in a high-pitched voice, her head tilted at a questioning angle.
"Logan."
"Do I know you?"
"Sort of."
"How?" What was with all the questions?
"I was in your house once."
"Oh…. that must have been a long time ago… why were you there?"
Logan hesitated… should he tell her? May as well. "I was there because I was sent to kill your parents."
Fear. She was afraid. She backed away from him, "That… that was you?" Her knees began to shake and she looked ready to cry. All Logan could think was Oh, please don't cry. Crying children were definitely NOT his area.
"I remember now… There were… Screams. People were yelling… Someone came into my room. To hurt me… But you stopped him. You stopped him and brought me here… Why did you stop him? Why didn't you kill me too?" For a five year old she was awful serious.
"You were practically a baby. Too young to die."
"Oh…" Sara stayed quiet
"Hey… look…. I, um… I'm sorry. About your parents. I was stupid. I just wanted the money. I regret it now, trust me." Had he really just heard himself apologize?
She said nothing.
"Um... well... Can I be forgiven, you think? I suppose I understand if you don't forgive me." He wasn't sure what to say now, his insides swirling. He had a dreadful feeling she was going to say no.
"...I forgive you."
What? Logan did a double take, staring at her in absolute shock. She'd forgiven him. He'd killed her parents and she was standing here in the perfect state of tranquility and forgiving him.
"Oh. Thanks."