Just to Keep Her Safe
Disclaimer: I do not own marvel or it's characters
Logan awoke and opened his eyes just in time to see his four year old daughter jumping through the air at him from the end of his bed.
"Papa!!!" she squealed as she landed on her knees on his chest.
"Mornin' half-pint" he replied encircling his baby girl in his arms. She was a runt just like her father, just a tiny little girl on his large muscular chest.
Jollee placed her little hands to each side of his scruffy unshaven face. "It's time for you to feed me" It always amazed Logan how well the young girl could speak.
"Is that so? I really wasn't plannin' on feedin' ya at all today." he said as he lifted her, effortlessly, kicking and giggling into the air above his head. Her jet black curly hair and deep blue eyes seemed to glitter in the morning's summer sun. She looks just like her momma
"But papa!" she exclaimed wide eyed and shocked, "I'm really hungry!"
"Well I guess I could find somethin' to give ya."
"Pancakes?" she pleaded as Logan rolled her off him and got out of bed.
"Darlin' if ya had it your way that's all we would ever eat."
"I love pancakes"
Logan walked to the kitchen in his old gray sweats as Jollee followed in her pink princess night dress. Logan smiled to himself listening to her soft foot steps as she tried to keep up with him, his life was finally good.
"Boss"
"Yes"
"We found him. We've found the wolverine."
"Good, very good."
"There's more."
"What?"
"He's reproduced"
"Interesting very interesting. Bring them both to me we will see if the boy takes after his father."
"It's a girl."
"A female?!"
"Yes boss a daughter."
"Perfect. The price has just doubled."
"Thank you boss."
"But if you don't bring them both alive I will see to it that you die."
"…..they'll be alive, both of them."
"I want them now."
"Nooo! Papa no stop no!" Jollee ran through the front door screaming at the top of her lungs as Logan chased her.
"I'll get ya Jollee sooner or later I'll get ya."
"No you won't not if you can't find me!"
Jollee ran into her fathers room wiggled under the bed as far as she could go and lay perfectly still and listened to her beloved father search through the living room.
Jollee covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing, but then she heard something that stopped laughter all together.
He knew exactly where she was, she always hid in the same spot. But he always looked through the entire house before he looked under the bed. This was her favorite game to play so he spent his time looking through the rest of the house.
Logan was in the living room when they came crashing through the windows. He had been so caught up in playing that he hadn't been aware of them, but now he was.
He could smell their arrogance, how they thought that because there were ten of them with their big flashy guns that they could take him.
Logan grinned, they didn't stand a chance.
He could almost feel them all flinch at once when his claws came out. They had no idea what they were up against. They were all about to die.
Jollee listened in terror to the gunshots, the yelling, and the screaming, the bones breaking, the bodies hitting the floor and prayed that her papa was alright.
"Don't let him die. Don't let him die. Don't let him die. Not like mommy. Not like mommy, please."
There were people coming down the hall towards the room that she was in. She could see six pairs of feet moving all around. One man feel in front of the bed his dead eyes looking blankly in her direction, his head almost entirely unattached from his body, blood pooling around his lifeless body. That's when she couldn't take it any more she finally screamed.
Logan heard Jollee screaming as his claws sank into the last attacker's chest.
"More……will come for……you and…….her specially her…" the man gloated blood running out his mouth and down his chin as he died. Logan let out an angry roar and started ripping the dead man apart. No one would ever touch his daughter they would never take her from him like they took her mother. He would kill them all every last one.
When he finally stopped Jollee was no longer screaming but his heightened sense could pick her soft tears falling on the wood floor under his bed.
"Papa?" he could just barley hear her call out. Logan looked down at his clothes they were soaked in blood and torn to shreds. He couldn't let Jollee see him like this. She'd seen his claws before but he hadn't used them against another person since her mother had died.
"Hang on a minute darlin' I'm gunna get you in a minute just stay there a little longer." Fast as he could he wiped him self clean of most of the blood and grabbed another shirt.
Logan got down on the floor and reached under the bed for her. At first Jollee didn't go to him she just looked at him; he didn't need to smell her fear to know how terrified she was.
"Please darlin'" she was afraid of him.
"Papa are you bleeding" he hadn't been able to get all the blood.
"No darlin' I'm not will you please come to me"
Slowly she crawled into his arms. Logan could feel her tremble as he picked her up and held him close to him. Jollee closed her eyes and clung to him as he carried her to her room where there weren't any bodies. He tried to set her on the bed but she cried out and wouldn't let go of his shirt.
"No papa no don't leave me they said more would come back they want to get me don't let them get me papa please, please don't let me die. Not like mommy I don't want to leave you."
Her pleas crushed him. She had been a baby when Jubilee had been killed and only missed her because she could feel how much he missed her. She wasn't half afraid of dying as she was causing him pain by dying.
"It's ok baby I just need to grab some things and then we're leaving. I won't let them get you we're gunna leave and go somewhere where some old friends can help us I won't let anything happen to ya I just need ya to stay here while I get some things okay I'll just be a minute and I'll be right back to get ya and we'll leave. "
Reluctantly she let go and sat on her bed. Logan handed her the doll that her mother had given her and hurried through the house grabbing only what he needed then he went back in her room and started to pack her things.
"Papa where are we going?"
"Remember the school that I told you about? Where I met your momma?" he began dressing her in warmer clothes and putting her shoes on her.
"Yes papa. Where mommy grew up?"
"Yeah darlin' we're going there."
"You might want to clean up before we leave though papa or they might not let us stay." Jollee sniffled a little. She was four and she was trying to act calm, how could she do it?
"I've shown up on Chuck's door step lookin' a hell of a lot worse than this." and that's when Jollee really started to cry.