Chapter 1

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Missing Soda

Andy Grey felt herself being shaken awake. Startled and annoyed, she grumbled something unintelligible and opened her eyes to see Logan staring back at her through those dark brown eyes with unreachable depths.
"Kid, wake up!"
Logan shook her. Andy slowly opened her eyes.

"What do you want, Logan, that is so urgent that you had to wake me up?"

"Well, if you haven't noticed, Scooter's missin'. Maybe you should be worried?"

"Why? I dunno, maybe because he's your Pop?"

"No, Logan. Scott is my father, not a can of soda," she smirked as she said this, knowing full well that it annoyed him whenever she was a smartass with him.

"You know what I mean! Stop bein a smartass! Find him!"

"Uhm Logan, are you, dare I say, worried?"

Her smirk not even wavering. Logan shrugged but you could see the stress and irritation from her comment in his eyes. Andy just chuckled and punched his arm before getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom, grabbing an outfit before walking in.

Logan could hear the shower turn on, and took this at his cue to leave.

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Coming out of the shower, Andy stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her skin was creamy just like her parents, and she had luscious pink lips like her mother, and chocolate brown eyes with two bright red rings between the iris and cornea.
She had her dad's power, but somehow with her inherited telekinesis and telepathy, she could control it.

Her mother, Jean Grey, had died not long ago while on a mission. Her father had not been doing well, but managed to smile and be cheerful around Andy, but she knew he was dying inside. She was too, don't think she wasn't completely devastated about her mom's death, it's just she could hide it better. Her escape was to avoid her father and spend time with Logan for a while. Logan was her best friend and she, his, even if neither would dare admit it. They were fine with that, though.

Heaving a sigh, Andy turned away from the mirror and finished up her morning routine; brushing her long brown hair, getting dressed. She chose a simple ensemble, faded jeans, blank spaghetti strap, and black and white converse. Heading out, she placed her sunglasses on, just like her father always did.

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Andy entered the kitchen. She immediately spotted Storm and the Professor speaking. Andy being, well, Andy, strolled over and sat between the two and said her good mornings. The pair chuckled at her comfortable smile and returned her good morning.

"I see that the bed didn't eat you," said the professor.

Storm giggled and Andy simply put on the most serious and horrified expression she could manage and said,

"I was more worried about that pillow knocking me out!"

That did it.

They all burst into fits of laughter. Finally their laughter slowed to giggles and chuckles. As if on cue, in walked Logan.

"Oh, hey Logan!" Andy smiled at him.

"Good morning," chorused the other two.

Logan just nodded his head in acknowledgement.

Andy stood up and beat Logan to the refrigerator and poured herself the last of the milk. Logan glared at her but she seemed unaffected as she stuck her tongue out at him. His gaze softened and he chuckled, and reached for the last of the cereal, but Andy managed to pry it out of his grip with a little telekinesis. Storm and the professor chuckled together as Logan became a tad annoyed and got the cereal back. Andy, once again, used her powers to take it back, and this went on for a couple of minutes, as it did every morning. Finally, Andy handed the cereal and milk to Logan, deciding on toast and jam, laughing as Logan wolfed down the cereal, no pun intended.

Once they both finished their breakfast and got up, Andy said goodbye to Storm and Charles and followed Logan out the door and into the hall.

"So where did you say my soda went?" she smiled innocently at Logan.

He glared her down but the second his eyes met hers, they softened and he chuckled. He ruffled her hair, "Kid, let's go on a ride."

Andy's eyes took on that sparkle that made him smile like an idiot. He loved to see her happy, he was, however, most definitely, NOT in love with her! Oh no, no, NO! He was still heartbroken over her mom, but he couldn't help but love her happiness.

It was infectious!

So, onwards they went, to the garage!

Once there, they searched for Scott's Ducatti, but 'twas too late. It was gone.

At least now they knew he wasn't anywhere near the mansion.

They searched for Logan's bike, which Andy had gifted him for Christmas with help from her dad, her mom, and Storm. They found it in a corner. Andy used her telekinesis to levitate the bike from its corner and brought it outside, simply because they didn't want to ask Bobby or Storm to move their cars. So once the bike was outside, Logan handed Andy her helmet. Yes, HER helmet, she had her own helmet, she did not use the normal one that Logan made others wear on the rare occasion that they ride on his bike. Andy got special treatment. He had gifted it to her after catching drift of her Christmas present for him. It was purely black with three silver gashes painted on it that looked as if he had slashed the helmet with his claws, and had her name in the same brilliant red that shot from her eyes. Simple, but she had loved it and had given him a bear hug and shot him the smile he and so many others loved.

He grinned and once she was on the buddy seat and her arms were wrapped around him, he accelerated and off they went to the place of Jean Grey's demise.

The only place Scott Summers would be found if not at the mansion.

Author's note: Jean and Scott had a kid a long time ago, 15 years before the war began, and before Rogue and Logan came to the Institution; this is right after the end of the second movie and the beginning of the third. I am not entirely sure where I want this to go... I have a rough idea and just so you know, this is NOT beta-d so if you would like to be my beta, I would love your forever and ever! REMEMBER TO REVIEW! If you have ANY suggestions for this story, please give them to me! I'm winging it right now, but past experience tells me it won't last long if I wing it for too long.

(: keep smiling beasties!

- M∆Rϟ

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