Chapter 1 - Introductions

The young girl, her hair plastered to her face from the pouring rain, stood in front of the gates to Xavier's institute for Gifted Youngsters. Her search had led her to many weird and wonderful places but a school? She was a little more than sceptical this time. She put a hand on the gate and pushed it open before heading inside.

Lights were on in the building showing that someone was there so at least she hadn't been led to an abandoned gym or lab as she had a few times in her so far unsuccessful search. As she neared the doors they opened to reveal a man in a wheel chair, looking directly at her.

"Would you like to come inside? It's cold out there," He said simply. The girl just looked at him for a moment before heading inside, not realising how cold it really was until she was hit by the warmth of the building.

"I'm sorry for just turning up out of the blue but I'm searching for someone and I've been led here," She said as she looked at the man in the wheelchair before a red headed woman came over to her with a towel and handed it to her.

The girl took the towel but looked at the red head, her eyes questioning before turning back to the man in the wheelchair.

"So who is it that you're searching for? I may be able to help," The wheelchair guy said as he led her to an office. She followed, drying the ends of her hair on the way, not wanting to look like a drowned rat.

"I'm looking for someone who goes by the name of Logan… sometimes Wolverine, sometimes weapon X," She said as she sat on the edge of the seat, not wanting to soak it.

"Sit back my dear, it will dry out," The guy said, making the girl look at him in a rather confused way.

"How did you know I was thinking that?" She asked.

"I, as we all are here, am a mutant. I specifically am a telepath. My name is Charles Xavier. May I ask yours?" he asked as he looked at the young girl sitting across from him.

"Molly," She replied simply before adding, "Is Logan here?"

"He is, Jean has gone to find him for you," The professor said as he smiled at Molly who nodded and leant back in the seat, now feeling almost nervous. She knew that he wouldn't know her but she still wanted to make a good first impression, even though she was soaked through.

"What's up Chuck?" A deep voice asked as the door opened and someone walked in. Molly turned in her seat and looked at the man standing in the door way.

"Logan, I'd like you to meet Molly, It seems as if she's been through a lot to find you," The professor said as Molly stood up and walked over to him.

"Okay… can I ask why?" Logan asked as he looked at Molly, his eyebrow raised.

"This is gonna sound crazy to you, but I'm your daughter," She said before cocking her head and saying, "well, not your daughter daughter but as close to a daughter as you can get, if not closer."

Logan simply looked at the girl in shock for a few moments before actually taking her in. She had the same coloured eyes as him and the same colour hair. She was small and slight but there was something in the way she stood that told him she was no ordinary kid.

"Right, explain," he said as he walked in and sat down in the chair opposite where Molly had been sitting. She followed suit and sat down as well in her seat.

"When you were experimented on by William Stryker he took a sample of your DNA. That DNA was altered and placed in to a cell which they then allowed to grow and basically created me. I'm a clone of you and a few other mutants and now I need your help. My name was weapon X2 and two months ago I found the file on me in Stryker's office so I ran with it and followed a trail that led me to you," Molly said as she looked at Logan who was in utter shock.

"So Molly, what you're saying is that you are a clone of Logan," The professor asked as he looked at her.

"Sort of… I have his heightened senses, and the claws, and although they haven't been coated with adamantium, they've been coated with a type of indestructible fibre. I have the accelerated healing, it's not as fast but it's there, and I also have increased strength, that was the extra bit they gave me," Molly replied, looking between the two men.

"Can I see the claws?" Logan asked as he looked at the young girl in front of him. Molly nodded and let her claws extend from her fist. They were alike Logan's in every way except they were almost see through. He reached his hand out and touched the end of one, it was as sharp as his and to his surprise, warm.

"Did it hurt when they did it to you?" He asked as he looked at Molly, not letting go of her hand as she withdrew the claws.

"Briefly, but I was under partial sedation… Like I said, I don't heal as fast," Molly replied as she looked at him, seeing pain behind his eyes.

"Well, Logan, if you could show Molly to a room, I believe she may be staying here for a while," The professor said making Molly turn to him and smile at him.

"Thank you," She said before adding, "If it turns out I'm in the way at all, just let me know and I'm gone."

"That won't be a problem Molly," The professor said as Logan got up and headed to the door, opening it and waiting for Molly to follow. Molly stood up, nodded to the professor and headed out the door. Logan closed it behind her and showed her to a room near his, just in case she'd inherited his feral streak.

"Is that all you have with you?" He asked as he nodded to the satchel that Molly had places on the floor next to the bed.

"Yeah, I didn't have much time," She replied as she looked at her bag.

"You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in for tonight, go and have a shower, I'll leave it on your bed for you," Logan said as he headed out.

Molly watched him leave before heading in to the small ensuite and locking the door. She turned the shower on and let the water run over her for a moment before actually cleaning herself, getting rid of the dirt that seemed to have gotten everywhere. She finished in the shower wrapped a towel round her and headed out, finding a shirt that was definitely way too big for her on her bed. She simply smiled before pulling it over her head and towelling her hair dry, at least dry enough to sleep on.

By the time Molly slipped under the covers, she was shattered. She hadn't realised how tired she was but it seemed walking in the rain was more draining than she'd expected. As soon as she put her head on the pillow her eyes grew heavy and she fell asleep almost instantly, sinking in to a thankfully dreamless sleep.