Hi all it's me! I have taken over this story and for those of you that have read it I would go through and read it again, this first chapter has a whole other page added on to it and later I am going to be adding more details and chapters using what its original Author wrote. Thanks for reading and I'll ttyl

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It was a stormy night outside in the slums of New York, so very different from the posh Manchester private school for mutants that Logan taught at, not a night for a young'un to be out in.

Logan had come to this area of town looking for a drink and possibly a bar fight, things had not been the same at the school since Chuck went and left that hell bitch Emma and Scott 'Psyche-out' Summers in charge. Logan had seriously thought of quitting but he knew he wouldn't, Scooter needed him around after all. Logan may not have liked him but he did respect him, after a fashion, and he knew when Ms. Frostbite got tired of him and left his sorry ass out in the cold he'd have to be there to keep him from falling apart. Jeannie was the only reason he'd given a toss about what happened to Scotty, if a dame like her could love that schmuck there must be something to him worthy of her. Logan had decided on a decidedly seedy joint on the lower west side and had been about to go in when he heard a small cry, like a kitten asking for food, coming from the alley. Now even in his excessively pissed state he still wanted to check on the noise it so with some eye rolling at his sappiness he had headed behind the bar. When he got there the sight that met his eyes made him want to be very, very sick, he had looked around and was about to leave when out of the corner of his eyes he saw what first to be a pile of rags start to shake, and a tuft of messy black hair had popped out. Logan came closer, popping his claws in case it was something nasty, and had removed the top several layers of material. He eventually excavated a shoulder covered in what appeared to be more rags, and then a small rag covered leg with knobby knees just visible from a large hole in the pants material. Then he saw a tiny body that clearly hadn't had enough to eat for a long while, and a small face scrunched up against the rain that was falling on him. It was a small boy who looked about 2 or 3, but it seemed all of Logans' senses were screaming that the kid was older then that. The boy was cowering away from him holding his hands up in a defensive, supplicating gesture.

"Please don't hit, uncle, please… I was good, I didn't do anything. Please don't hurt me, please"

"Hey kid, I ain't yer uncle." The aforementioned kid popped his head up in surprise. Logan sat down near him on the rag pile and the kid skittered away. Logan didn't follow; the kid had only gone as far as the edge of the rag pile anyway. "So what's yer named kid?"

"Boy."

"Is that all? Don't yer family call ya something else when they need ya?"
They boy looked away in embarrassment as he mumbled something he clearly didn't want to say.

"Sorry kid didn't hear ya."

"Freak."

"Well neither ones a good thing to call a child so what do you want to be called?"

"It doesn't matter. They'll be here soon; they don't care what I want."

"Really, How long have you been left here?"

"A while"

"How long's a while?"

"About 3 days"
"Did they say they'd be back in three days?"

"They said they'd be back in an hour"

"3 days is a bit longer than an hour."

"I've had to wait longer for them before"

"How- No I'm not even ganna ask. Kid you want to come back to the school I teach at? I can get you some good eats and decent clothes."

"No I have to stay right here. They told me not to move because if I did I'd get punished for being bad."

"I didn't ask if they said you could, I asked if you wanted to."

"…Yes I want to go with you."

So Logan picked the kid up and drove all the way to the x-mansion without having accomplished what he had set out to do, namely get drunk and in a fight. He had called a friend of his on the police force on his way back and had asked about the kid but no one had reported any children missing or stolen. This left him at square one, save for the surrey accent that the kid was talking with. He would have to call Betsy or one of the other brits that were kicking around the mansion to see if they could come up with something.

When he finally pulled up into the driveway the kid had fallen asleep and Logan didn't want to disturb him so he carried the kid in. As he was walking up to the house he noticed two things, first the kid smelled like blood, maybe 3 days old, and he smelled like family.

Not a direct descendant but still family.

"What are you doing bringing a child to this house Logan? We don't work this damned hard to bring the mutant race as a whole some respect to have you bring it down with allegations of kidnapping."

"The kid was abandoned Scotty, had been left on a rag pile behind the roughest bar in New York for three days, I ain't going to just turn my back on him now am I?"

"No I suppose not. But Christ did you at least call the police?"

"Course I did, no one has reported a missing or stolen child in the last 3 days in the area, so I'm going to see if I can find the bastards myself. By the way, we might have to call a brit in."

"And why would that be Logan?" A rather dignified voice with a London accent said from behind him.

"Hey Betsy, how've you been?"

"Just fine but you didn't answer my question, why do you need a brit?"

"Well this kid has a surrey accent; I was hoping that you could maybe find out something from the British authorities, see if you can find the people he was with. Possibly help me kill them."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because who ever was supposed to be taking care of this kid, abandoned him on a rag pile, for three days, in the worst section of New York imaginable."

"That would be a very good reason."

"Look, this discussion of family massacring is all very heart warming but that kid has been abandoned and lord knows what those people who abandoned him did before that, so let's just take him down to Dr. McCoy for a check up while I contact the British authorities and see what I can turn up okay?"

"Sure thing Scotty, just so long as I get first crack at the assholes that did this."
Scott said nothing above a grumble as he turned to go to his office.

Shaking his head Logan walked down to Dr. Macoys office, knocking on the door with his foot he waited a few moments before the blue man opened the heavy metal door.

"Hello Logan," the friendly doctor said as he led the man back in to the infirmary, "what can I do for you?"

"Can you check this kid over, I found him in an ally and he seems to be very small for his age." Logan asked laying the small boy on the metal table.

Twenty minutes later found Logan pacing the waiting room outside Macoys office. Finally the door opened and a somber faced Macoy entered the small room.

"Logan I need you to tell me exactly were you found this boy." The large doctor said sitting in a high backed arm chair.

"I found him in an ally way in the lower west side doc. Why?"

"Logan this boy has been severely abused mentally physically and sexually," he said turning his head towards the only window in the room. "He is half starved and his growth is stunted, Logan who ever did this to this boy knew what they were doing, he has been tortured in a way that is so deplorable that it is practically inhuman. Who ever did this Logan needs to be stopped because I assure you they won't stop with one child." Saying this the larger man turned back to look in to Logan piercing blue eyes, "do you want to see him?" Macoy asked getting up and walking towards the door.

"Yeah doc. I do." The smaller man said following the doctor in to the large stainless steel room.