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My mind drifted back in time. It was a moment in my life that I had tried to forget, many times, but miserably failed at doing. For months on end, the mansion was just complete and total chaos. The Professor had fallen into a coma, leaving the X-Men to deal with the school, leaving us to deal with the Brotherhood. They had found out about the Professor's condition, and took advantage of it as soon as they could, attacking us mercilessly, knowing that we didn't have Professor's guidance to help us.
I had known about my pregnancy for quite some time, but never told anyone. What would I have said, that I had a one-night stand with Logan? And then he mysteriously just disappeared from the mansion the night after? I couldn't even begin imagining what that would have done to my reputation. But as time dragged on, I noticed my stomach getting larger. I knew I couldn't have anyone suspecting anything, so I requested permission to leave. I made up an excuse that a close family member of mine was badly ill. Scott had granted my request for leave, and I left...immediately.
Now my problem was what was to be done with the child? There was absolutely no way I could bring him or her back to the mansion. The risk of something happening to it was too great. No, I needed a place where the child would be loved, and more importantly, would be safe.
After days of contemplation, I had reached a solution as to what to do. The Morlocks. Perhaps they would accept the infant as one of their own. Although they looked like savages to the unknowing eye, in fact, they were gentle and caring. Hopefully enough to accept a helpless child left at their doorstep. I knew I couldn't ask them face-to-face. After I left my duties as head of the Morlocks, there was no way they would do any favors for me. But perhaps, if they didn't know the child was mine, they would raise it with the love I wouldn't be able to give it.
As the months went on, I knew the time was near. I had checked myself into a hospital that was a good 4 hours from the mansion, just in case.
After the child, the baby girl was born; the thought of giving her up was even harder to accept. Her name was Kendall Logan, and she was so beautiful, born with a gorgeous head of silverish white hair, icy blue eyes that had a wondrous spark of happiness in them.
Then the night came, the night that I would have to say goodbye to my little miracle forever. I held her tightly, and whispered words of apology into her small ear. As tears streamed down my cheek, I gently placed my Kendie into a basket, wrapped her in a soft, fluffy pink blanket and set the basket close to the Morlocks living quarters. I ran my fingers through her silky white hair, and slowly stood up, watching at confusion swept over her face. I blew a kiss to her and ran as fast as I could through the sewers, hoping to escape from the pain.
My mind drifted back in time. It was a moment in my life that I had tried to forget, many times, but miserably failed at doing. For months on end, the mansion was just complete and total chaos. The Professor had fallen into a coma, leaving the X-Men to deal with the school, leaving us to deal with the Brotherhood. They had found out about the Professor's condition, and took advantage of it as soon as they could, attacking us mercilessly, knowing that we didn't have Professor's guidance to help us.
I had known about my pregnancy for quite some time, but never told anyone. What would I have said, that I had a one-night stand with Logan? And then he mysteriously just disappeared from the mansion the night after? I couldn't even begin imagining what that would have done to my reputation. But as time dragged on, I noticed my stomach getting larger. I knew I couldn't have anyone suspecting anything, so I requested permission to leave. I made up an excuse that a close family member of mine was badly ill. Scott had granted my request for leave, and I left...immediately.
Now my problem was what was to be done with the child? There was absolutely no way I could bring him or her back to the mansion. The risk of something happening to it was too great. No, I needed a place where the child would be loved, and more importantly, would be safe.
After days of contemplation, I had reached a solution as to what to do. The Morlocks. Perhaps they would accept the infant as one of their own. Although they looked like savages to the unknowing eye, in fact, they were gentle and caring. Hopefully enough to accept a helpless child left at their doorstep. I knew I couldn't ask them face-to-face. After I left my duties as head of the Morlocks, there was no way they would do any favors for me. But perhaps, if they didn't know the child was mine, they would raise it with the love I wouldn't be able to give it.
As the months went on, I knew the time was near. I had checked myself into a hospital that was a good 4 hours from the mansion, just in case.
After the child, the baby girl was born; the thought of giving her up was even harder to accept. Her name was Kendall Logan, and she was so beautiful, born with a gorgeous head of silverish white hair, icy blue eyes that had a wondrous spark of happiness in them.
Then the night came, the night that I would have to say goodbye to my little miracle forever. I held her tightly, and whispered words of apology into her small ear. As tears streamed down my cheek, I gently placed my Kendie into a basket, wrapped her in a soft, fluffy pink blanket and set the basket close to the Morlocks living quarters. I ran my fingers through her silky white hair, and slowly stood up, watching at confusion swept over her face. I blew a kiss to her and ran as fast as I could through the sewers, hoping to escape from the pain.