It was dark in the room, so dark that he could hardly see the hand he
held out in front of his face. Logan grumbled and turned over to his side
and glanced at the glowing red numbers of the clock. Biting back an oath,
he registered that it was still 3 in the morning, and wishing it wasn't
wouldn't make it so.
He set his teeth as he swung his long legs over the edge of the bed and placed them on the icy cold floor. He felt his way out of the room and entered the dimly lit hallway into the grouped kitchen. When he wrenched open the door of the refrigerator and when there was no beer, he considered 'borrowing' Scott's precious motorcycle and picking some up.
Before he could make a decision, the phone rang. Though he was annoyed enough when the phone rang at all, it grated his already thin nerves when the incessant ringing started. With lightening speed he reached out and answered it.
"What do you want?" He growled into the phone. There was a slight pause before a smooth feminine voice asked. "How long as it been Logan? It's 16 years now isn't it?" He nearly dropped the phone as it heart began to beat like a hummingbird's. "Who is this?" He asked, trying not to let the panic creep into his voice. "Oh you'll know in time"
He wanted to hang up the phone, but he couldn't, he could only listen to the woman's voice on the other end of the line. "There's something I want of you," She said after a moment of uneasy silence. "I'm not doing a damn thing until you tell me who you are" She sighed. "If you don't do as I ask, then you'll never know who I am" As much as Logan hated to admit it, she made sense.
"What do you want?" He asked. "Very good," She all but purred. "Tomorrow evening at exactly 9:35 in the morning, I want you to be at O'Brien's. I trust you know where it is" She said referring to the bar he used to haunt. "Yeah, I know where it is, but what do you want with me?" She laughed softly. "You'll find out when you get there" Then the line clicked and went dead.
He turned and stifled the scream in his throat to a manly yelp when he nearly plowed into Scott. "Who were you talking to?" He asked, regarding Logan with general distaste. "No one," Logan said and pushed himself by Scott who was looking after him.
Logan wasn't even going to pretend he could fall back asleep as he lay on his back with his hands clenched, waiting to box the shadows. The morning slowly crept out of the night and with it brought the dread in Logan's heart. When he heard the others begin to move about it was 7, yet he didn't leave the room till 8.
He sat at the table with the others and tried not to notice the way Scott was looking at him from behind his dark lenses. "You look tired" Storm commented as she slid him a mug of coffee. "He had a late call," Scott commented lazily as he poked at the cooling bacon. Jean looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Who were you talking to?" She asked with the mug raised to her lips. Suddenly angry, he shoved away from the table. "Why the hell does it matter?" and stormed off.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he ran her lean fingers through his thick dark hair and stared at the stark white walls and thought back to the first time he saw Xavier's school It was a year now and he wasn't as angry as he used to be, but he was far from contented with staying in one place in too long.
9:20 rolled around and he began to think of excuses not to show up, he was sick, there was a death in the family, preferably his death. But he hated excuses so he forced himself to dress in rough work jeans, scarred boots and a white shirt.
Ten minutes later, he slammed the door to the sleek black Jaguar and slowly walked into O'Brien's while the snow crunched and melted under his boots. He pulled the old wooden door open and walked into the smoky pub. There was hardly anyone there except for the bartender Mike who owned the place, and the hard drinkers with blood-shot eyes.
Amongst them was a woman wearing jeans and a shirt cut a little too low that revealed peeks of her creamy white cleavage. Over the bar radio, Etta James was telling everybody how her love at come along and her lonely days were over. As if sensing he was there even before she looked at him, the woman angled her head towards him and pierced him with her deep dark chocolate brown eyes.
He checked his watch, it was 9:35 and she was the only woman there, but she looked young, too young to have so much mistrust in her pretty eyes. He slowly walked towards her and she continued to regard him uneasily. "Logan Hill?" She asked, the same smooth voice he had heard on the phone. "Yeah. What's this about kid? I'm not in the mood for games" She rose from the stool and Logan realized she was taller then he expected; however it was mostly leg.
"I'm Kelly Morgan wish I could have explained more over the phone, but I rather to have told you in person" He nodded briskly and did a quick once- over of her. Her hair was cropped shorter then his and the color of toasted chestnuts that gleamed when the dim lights hit it just right. "That's great. What do you want with me kid?" Trying not to seem hurt by his brisk tone, reached into her purse and pulled out a envelope and handed it to Logan. He opened it and felt his heart do a quick jolt. What he saw was a woman he had been in love with some many years ago. "Annie," He said quietly as he traced her pretty face with his fingertips. "How'd you get this?" He demanded, trying not to let his voice shake. "She's my mother," Kelly said as she sipped the water Mike had gotten her. "She was married?"
Kelly shook her head slowly. "No, she died 2 months ago. Before she died she told me about my father. Logan," She said as she slowly turned on the stool to face him. "You're my father" At that moment, Logan thought he had swallowed his tongue. "Why would you say that?" He asked. Kelly shrugged a slim shoulder and sipped again.
"You were the first man she slept with, plus she wasn't a mutant" Too many emotions began to swirl in his brain. "And?" He asked. With an exhausted sigh, Kelly stood from the stool and as she fixed her own dark eyes onto his, sizzled and disappeared with a pop. Too dreary too care about a mutant, the few patrons continued to nurse their drinks. She reappeared behind him and placed her hands on her hips.
"There you go" She said and ran her fingers through her hair and raised a challenging eyebrow. "When you were 19 you slept with my mom, you split and 9 months later she had me" Before Logan could say anything, Kelly shook her head "I'm 16 years old, my mom's been sick for the past 3 years and I've basically been taking care of myself since then, I just wanted you to know that I exist"
She turned and headed towards the door, as she pulled it open, letting the harsh winter light into the pub, Logan caught her by the arm. "Look you can't just tell me something like that and walk off" Staring at his hand gripping her arm, she was filled with something she couldn't describe. "Well what are you going to do about it?" She asked.
At a loss for words, he shrugged. "I don't know" He said helplessly. "Yeah. See you had 16 years to try to get to know me and now that I'm old enough to take care of myself to want to get to know me? That's real good Slick" With that she twisted out of his grasp and into the bitterly cold morning air.
He set his teeth as he swung his long legs over the edge of the bed and placed them on the icy cold floor. He felt his way out of the room and entered the dimly lit hallway into the grouped kitchen. When he wrenched open the door of the refrigerator and when there was no beer, he considered 'borrowing' Scott's precious motorcycle and picking some up.
Before he could make a decision, the phone rang. Though he was annoyed enough when the phone rang at all, it grated his already thin nerves when the incessant ringing started. With lightening speed he reached out and answered it.
"What do you want?" He growled into the phone. There was a slight pause before a smooth feminine voice asked. "How long as it been Logan? It's 16 years now isn't it?" He nearly dropped the phone as it heart began to beat like a hummingbird's. "Who is this?" He asked, trying not to let the panic creep into his voice. "Oh you'll know in time"
He wanted to hang up the phone, but he couldn't, he could only listen to the woman's voice on the other end of the line. "There's something I want of you," She said after a moment of uneasy silence. "I'm not doing a damn thing until you tell me who you are" She sighed. "If you don't do as I ask, then you'll never know who I am" As much as Logan hated to admit it, she made sense.
"What do you want?" He asked. "Very good," She all but purred. "Tomorrow evening at exactly 9:35 in the morning, I want you to be at O'Brien's. I trust you know where it is" She said referring to the bar he used to haunt. "Yeah, I know where it is, but what do you want with me?" She laughed softly. "You'll find out when you get there" Then the line clicked and went dead.
He turned and stifled the scream in his throat to a manly yelp when he nearly plowed into Scott. "Who were you talking to?" He asked, regarding Logan with general distaste. "No one," Logan said and pushed himself by Scott who was looking after him.
Logan wasn't even going to pretend he could fall back asleep as he lay on his back with his hands clenched, waiting to box the shadows. The morning slowly crept out of the night and with it brought the dread in Logan's heart. When he heard the others begin to move about it was 7, yet he didn't leave the room till 8.
He sat at the table with the others and tried not to notice the way Scott was looking at him from behind his dark lenses. "You look tired" Storm commented as she slid him a mug of coffee. "He had a late call," Scott commented lazily as he poked at the cooling bacon. Jean looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Who were you talking to?" She asked with the mug raised to her lips. Suddenly angry, he shoved away from the table. "Why the hell does it matter?" and stormed off.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he ran her lean fingers through his thick dark hair and stared at the stark white walls and thought back to the first time he saw Xavier's school It was a year now and he wasn't as angry as he used to be, but he was far from contented with staying in one place in too long.
9:20 rolled around and he began to think of excuses not to show up, he was sick, there was a death in the family, preferably his death. But he hated excuses so he forced himself to dress in rough work jeans, scarred boots and a white shirt.
Ten minutes later, he slammed the door to the sleek black Jaguar and slowly walked into O'Brien's while the snow crunched and melted under his boots. He pulled the old wooden door open and walked into the smoky pub. There was hardly anyone there except for the bartender Mike who owned the place, and the hard drinkers with blood-shot eyes.
Amongst them was a woman wearing jeans and a shirt cut a little too low that revealed peeks of her creamy white cleavage. Over the bar radio, Etta James was telling everybody how her love at come along and her lonely days were over. As if sensing he was there even before she looked at him, the woman angled her head towards him and pierced him with her deep dark chocolate brown eyes.
He checked his watch, it was 9:35 and she was the only woman there, but she looked young, too young to have so much mistrust in her pretty eyes. He slowly walked towards her and she continued to regard him uneasily. "Logan Hill?" She asked, the same smooth voice he had heard on the phone. "Yeah. What's this about kid? I'm not in the mood for games" She rose from the stool and Logan realized she was taller then he expected; however it was mostly leg.
"I'm Kelly Morgan wish I could have explained more over the phone, but I rather to have told you in person" He nodded briskly and did a quick once- over of her. Her hair was cropped shorter then his and the color of toasted chestnuts that gleamed when the dim lights hit it just right. "That's great. What do you want with me kid?" Trying not to seem hurt by his brisk tone, reached into her purse and pulled out a envelope and handed it to Logan. He opened it and felt his heart do a quick jolt. What he saw was a woman he had been in love with some many years ago. "Annie," He said quietly as he traced her pretty face with his fingertips. "How'd you get this?" He demanded, trying not to let his voice shake. "She's my mother," Kelly said as she sipped the water Mike had gotten her. "She was married?"
Kelly shook her head slowly. "No, she died 2 months ago. Before she died she told me about my father. Logan," She said as she slowly turned on the stool to face him. "You're my father" At that moment, Logan thought he had swallowed his tongue. "Why would you say that?" He asked. Kelly shrugged a slim shoulder and sipped again.
"You were the first man she slept with, plus she wasn't a mutant" Too many emotions began to swirl in his brain. "And?" He asked. With an exhausted sigh, Kelly stood from the stool and as she fixed her own dark eyes onto his, sizzled and disappeared with a pop. Too dreary too care about a mutant, the few patrons continued to nurse their drinks. She reappeared behind him and placed her hands on her hips.
"There you go" She said and ran her fingers through her hair and raised a challenging eyebrow. "When you were 19 you slept with my mom, you split and 9 months later she had me" Before Logan could say anything, Kelly shook her head "I'm 16 years old, my mom's been sick for the past 3 years and I've basically been taking care of myself since then, I just wanted you to know that I exist"
She turned and headed towards the door, as she pulled it open, letting the harsh winter light into the pub, Logan caught her by the arm. "Look you can't just tell me something like that and walk off" Staring at his hand gripping her arm, she was filled with something she couldn't describe. "Well what are you going to do about it?" She asked.
At a loss for words, he shrugged. "I don't know" He said helplessly. "Yeah. See you had 16 years to try to get to know me and now that I'm old enough to take care of myself to want to get to know me? That's real good Slick" With that she twisted out of his grasp and into the bitterly cold morning air.