Family
"Chapter One"

Waking with a small groan, Logan assessed his surroundings. Something he'd picked up from his times in the wars with Victor. He could feel the suffocating air of the chamber he was in, but also, he wasn't alone. There was a very small pre-teen sized kid laying so close to him he knew it was intentional on the kids part. Finding this more than a little creepy, and not remembering how he got into a room with a kid apparently snuggled up cozy with him, was not how he thought his night would end.

Slowly getting off the ground, and beginning to look about the room for a way to get out, he couldn't help but notice the air about the room became just a little more hard to breathe. Logan's eyes were drawn to the kid still on the floor. He must be affecting the air. Maybe he was a mutant that could control heat, or fire. No doubt he and the child were back in The Labs. Somewhere he swore he'd never be again.

Glancing at the kid still sleeping in the middle of the floor, Logan noticed his hair was severely matted and too long to be manageable in a place like this. He wondered how long the kid had been here. Rethinking waking the child, Logan took a seat on the floor away from him. Hoping he'd wake up soon because he needed to know how to get away from this place.

Ooooo

When Boy came to he noticed his pack was not with him anymore. The scary men with sleeping bullets must have taken his pack away. Boy couldn't control the distressed call that made its way passed his lips, curling in on himself for warmth.

Ooooo

Logan was sulking next to the adimantiam wall of the room he and the child were stuck in when the kid started making this loud feral screech for help. "That's just great!"Logan muttered to himself as he ran his hands through his hair. He somehow got abducted by people who experiment on mutants, and they stuck him in a room with a Prime Submissive Feral mutant. With each call the kid was giving out, Wolverine was clawing to get out and answer back. It was his years of suppressing his feral instincts around humans that was keeping him in check right now, if only just barely.

Getting up from his spot near the wall, Logan made his way toward the boy curled up on the floor. Bending over and poking the kid in the back, Logan was not prepared for three familiar metal claws to come spearing straight into his throat. Thinking he had gotten himself into too much trouble this time, before he blacked out.

Slowly coming aware of life after a death was not something he could ever get used to. And right now there was so much assaulting his senses it was migraine worthy. This kid was going to be the death of him. There were what sounded like three separate people saying three words over and over in his mind as the fog cleared. Boy. Killed. Pack. Each word had a different image to associate where the word came from. It was so fast and repetitive that Logan almost missed the light weight on his chest. Boy. Killed. Pack. Was resonating through his skull, while the kid who'd just stabbed him was sobbing half on top of him. "No one's dead! Get OFF!" Logan snapped, finally having had enough of over stimulation. The last two words having been fueled by Wolverine. Logan sat up as the kid climbed off him. Feeling sorry as he seemed to shrink in on himself. If this kid had a tail, it would be tucked so far between his legs it would be touching his stomach. For some reason this didn't sit right with him. "I'm sorry, hey look. I'm fine. No harm done." Why was he apologizing to this runt? He didn't apologize to anyone, for anything. The slight smile the kid had on his face now though was worth it.

"What's your name, kid?" Logan asked gruffly. Surprised when instead of a vocal reply, the kid grabbed his leg with his right hand. Again he could hear a single word accompanied by an image of a person saying it. Almost like a memory. Boy. Logan thought on that. "I doubt that's your name." The person in the kids memory was a bulbous man with no neck and a blonde mustache. "Do you have another name?" Freak. Again the same fat man exclaiming the word. "Ok fine. It's boy." Logan grumbled. He didn't particularly like calling a human being either of those as a name, but for now it would have to do.

Both mutants were brought out of their musings when part of the adamantiam wall started sliding open. Logan noticed as soon as boy noticed this he was racing to the opening. Logan was less enthusiastic. He noticed it was a small opening with bars of adamantiam leading to another room. What Boy was so eager to get to he didn't know. He watched as Boy grabbed the bars and began pulling on them. Then trying to reach what was on the other side only to yelp in pain and real his arm back. Logan could see by now he was crying, as well as laying on the floor and releasing small chirping sounds. Almost like he was soothing his cub. By now Logan was making his way toward the submissive. There was no way these guys would have allowed this kid to get pregnant and actually have kept his kid. Crouching down, Logan regrettably took a peak through the hole in the wall. Not one bit surprised to find a baby of about 1 Year old sitting on the floor in an adamantiam pen that was connected to the bars on their wall. He could see an entire room on the other side and he noticed two soldiers standing on either side of the pen holstering rifles. "You guys are going to hell." Logan commented dryly as he grabbed Boy's hands from the bars and pried them loose. Bringing the kid into his lap on the floor away from the hole in the wall. Never would he wish that on any feral, let alone a submissive who's barely out of their teens.

Logan massaged Boy's head as he cried, unable to run his hands through the kids hair. As Boy drifted into an uneasy rest, Logan wondered why he cared so much about this small feral. Remembering what boy had said about killing him earlier he wondered if the kid was pack to him in the way he was pack to the kid. Slowly he let his control on Wolverine slip a little, to test the waters a bit. See if he could find anything about this kid to tell him what was going on. His nostrils flared as he caught the pungent smell of tears, and someone who hasn't seen a shower in god knows how long. Under all that though, there was a familiar ache in his chest. Something that called to him telling him this kid was pack. Not just pack though. This was his son.