X Men: Reunion.

The first thing that crossed Logan's mind as he approached the house: "What the heck was I thinking?" it was now a year after he had taken some of the Xavior Institute's students and left Scott Summers short one teacher, and allot of students. Even though he tried, he had trouble keeping the Jean Grey Institute open, and eventually had to shut it down. Not long ago, Logan was scouring the internet for Mutant news, and came up on an article about Scott being arrested for murder, and after being released, relinquishing his Headmaster position to Storm. Not long after that, the school hit hard times, and also had to shut down. He used his Avengers connections to get the address of all the members of the original X Men. A class reunion, he had called it.

He knocked on a pale white door. The door slowly opened half way. At first, Logan was confused. Then, his superhuman hearing picked up a small whimper. He looked down, and a small boy, maybe seven, looked up at him with curious, green eyes. "uh… hi there." Logan said. "Charles?" Logan recognized the soft yet commanding voice anywhere. The little boy ran across the room and was picked up in the arms of Jean Grey. She saw Logan, and a short moment, looked confused. Then understanding descended on her. She put the boy and, with eyes filled with tears, embraced him. "Logan! It's so good to see you!" Logan pulled back. "Hi, Jean." He said. "How are you?"" I'm fine," she said. The little boy hugged her leg. She looked down and picked him up. "Logan, id like for you to meet Charles. Charles, this is of mommy and daddies friends from school. Don't be rude, say hello." "Hi." He said shyly, before burying his face in Jeans shoulder. They both chuckled. "figures you'd want to name one after the Professor. Do I even need to ask who the father is?" she blushed. As soon as he had said it, a new person entered the room: tall, athletic, but not on par with Logan; brown, unkempt hair, and red sunglasses. "Jean, I put the other.." when they met eyes, the two men stood for a second, but gently shook one another hands. "Logan. I was wondering when you were coming. I wasn't shore, with you being in Japan and all." "Understandable." Logan countered. "Your son there looks a lot like you." A hint of a smile crept on his face. "we have three more. You can see them, but there in bed." He led Logan to a large, brightly colored room. "Charles is the oldest, seven, our other one, Scott Junior, is one." Logan saw Scott in his crib. He accidently awoke him, and caught a glimpse of the child's eyes; bright ruby, the same as Scotts, the few times Logan had actually seen his eyes. He pointed to the crib to their right. "That's Rachel. Two." She was already growing hair, bright red like her mother, but Logan could tell she was developing her fathers facial muscles. Then, Logan noticed a slightly bigger bed with a wheelchair beside it. "Who is that?" he pointed. He caught a glimpse of Jean whipping a tear from her eye. Scott blushed then answered, "that's our second, six…. His name is… Logan."