A/N: So as it said in the summery, this is my second attempt at this story. It's got a much better story line than my first attempt, and I'm finding it easier to write. This is a softer side of Logan, and the whole story will probably mostly show the soft side of Logan. Please tell me what you think, because I'm not sure if it makes sense.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men, but I do own Rayne, Craig, and Kaylee.

Return of the Savoir

Chapter one

Setting: A young girl with thick, curly, dark brown hair and cat like eyes sits waiting by the window, watching the heavy snow fall, and watching all the other four year olds out dancing in the snow. It's a rich neighbourhood, and the house this little girl lives in is anything from small, with its ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, three kitchens, fifteen lounge rooms, seven dining rooms, and three play rooms. It has a homey feel to it though. Fires blaze in nearly every room except the bathrooms, and the lighting is soft, and natural, not harsh like most of the other houses in the neighbourhood. The young girl's parents are busy in the main kitchen, preparing a Christmas dinner, as its Christmas Eve, and the arrival of a special guest means the Christmas dinner must be served one night early. And so, our story begins …

It was a freezing cold Christmas Eve. The snow was starting to fall heavily again, though it had eased up during the day. Of all the small children outside playing with the glorious snow, four year old Kaylee Briant sat at the front window, waiting, her large cat-like green eyes scanning the darkening street ahead.

"Kaylee, sweetie, sitting there won't make your Uncle come any quicker." Rayne Briant, Kaylee's mother, came to stand with her daughter at the window.

"I know Mama, but I've missed him so much. I wish he would hurry up." Kaylee lent back against her mother, allowing her to sweep her dark chestnut curls off her small, pale, face.

Rayne chuckled softly. Sometimes she thought her daughter loved that man more than she loved her own parents. "Come, darling, you should get dressed so you can be ready to greet him at the door." Rayne lead her daughter away from her seat on the window ledge, wiping her hands on her apron as she climbed the stairs, her daughter following behind her.

Logan cursed as his car once again refused to start. It was 5pm, and the sun was already dipping behind the mountains, the temperature dipping with it. He was late. Cursing once more as he looked at his watch, Logan grabbed his bag out of his car and started to walk.

Kaylee stood next to the fire, wrapped in a big, fluffy towel, shivering slightly as her still-damp hair leaked water down her back. "Mama! Hurry! He'll be here soon!" She called, as she watched her mother hurrying around her bedroom, picking an outfit for her daughter to wear.

"Alright, alright! Are you dry yet?"

"Almost!" Kaylee ran over to her mother and pulled at her apron, her large eyes pleading, shining with an innocence only a four year old could use. "He's almost here! Quick, quick!" Kaylee climbed up onto the bed, letting her towel drop to the floor as she waited for her mother to dress her. Rayne sighed. She had known Logan was going to be late, her mutation (which allowed her to see the future) had told her. Rayne knew Kaylee was much more powerful than her, or Craig, her husband, so she had stopped questioning her daughters 'feelings' long ago. Shaking her head and laughing at the sight of her naked daughter bouncing impatiently on her bead, Rayne started to dress her.

Logan smiled to himself at the sight of all the Christmas lights glowing in the darkening street. He could remember this time four years ago he had been glaring moodily at these lights while walking moodily towards the same house he was now starring at. He had hated kids then, and had dreaded the invitation he had gotten from his best friend to spend Kaylee's first Christmas with them. The kid had grown on him though, and every year after that, Logan always returned to spend Christmas with the Briants. Sniffing slightly, Logan could smell the feast Rayne had cooked from the other end of the street. Even in the fading light, Logan's unnaturally good eyesight picked out the small figure of a young girl easily. Logan grunted, and started towards the house. 'Stupid young thing' he thought fondly 'She'll get sick.'

Kaylee urged her mother on. If there was a record for the fastest dressed four year old, Kaylee and Rayne surely would have beaten it. As soon as Kaylee's emerald green dress was done up, the squirming four year old tried to make a run for the door, but her knowing mother just grabbed her gently by the shoulders. "Now Kaylee. Uncle Logan hasn't seen you for a whole year! Do you plan on letting him see you with your hair dripping all over your face?" Rayne smiled as she felt her daughter's shoulders droop, and she led her to the dressing table, her eyes full of an unknown sadness. Picking up the brush, Rayne started to brush the water out of Kaylee's thick, dark curls. "How do you want it? Up or down?"

"Down, down!" Kaylee squealed impatiently. "Hurry Mama, he's almost at our street!"

"Alright! Done. Now come one, if your going outside to wait for him, you have to have your coat and mittens on."

"But, Mama!"

"No buts." Rayne said firmly as she led her daughter out of the bedroom. "I don't want you getting sick."

Kaylee ran down the stairs at a break neck speed, grabbing her thick black over-coat from the hook, and fastening the only button it had around her shoulders, while her mother pulled the hood over the now dry curls. Kaylee sat on the small stool in the entrance parlour, while her mother pulled on her small, black boots over her flesh coloured tights, and Kaylee pulled on her black mittens.

"OK," Rayne said finally "You can go, but stay in the light from the door way!" Rayne called after he daughters retreating back. Smiling and shaking her head sadly, Rayne went to see if Craig was ready to greet their friend.

Kaylee trudged through the snow, holding her dress up so it didn't get wet. With her exceptionally good eyesight, Kaylee could see Logan's shape outlined at the end of the street. Kaylee danced excitedly on the line where the doorway light ended, wishing Logan would hurry up. Finally Kaylee couldn't wait any longer. She ran up to the big man in the street, screaming "Unci Logan! Unci Logan!" Logan dropped his bag to pick the young girl up, twirling her in the air like they might in a movie, making Kaylee squeal with glee. Logan smiled as he lowered her into his arms.

"Hey squirt. You look older than I remember."

Kaylee smiled playfully "And you look exactly the same!" She giggled as Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" He said, as he tickled her belly. Kaylee giggled and squealed trying to escape Logan's fingers. When Logan finally relented, Kaylee just gasped for a full ten seconds.

"Meanie!" Was all she could say. Smirking, Logan bent to pick up his bag with his free hand, Kaylee sitting on his hip.

"C'mon kid, you'll get cold." Kaylee rested her head on Logan's shoulder as her carried her towards the house.

"I missed you, Unci Logan." She said quietly.

"Yeah, I missed you too, kiddo." Logan replied, and was surprised to find that he meant it.