Wolverine: Parenthood
Chapter 1: Life as a Parent
In the halls of a mansion in the United States of America, there sat a man watching a baby inside a normal white crib. The man was short with black hair, set up in a distinct pointy-end hairstyle. He wore a white singlet and long blue jeans as he continued to stare at the baby.
"Logan, don't you think that it's time for you to go to bed?" a calm voice said, getting the man's attention. The man turned his head to see a bald man in his fifties, wearing a suit, ride into the room on his wheelchair.
"No can do, chuck," the man known as Logan replied. "I don't know how much they experimented on her before I rescued her. I need to be there when her powers awaken."
"There's a baby monitor for that," the man responded, pointing to a baby monitor next to the crib. "It's likely that she will cry when claws started protruding out of her fists."
"How can you be sure? She could be as tough as me," Logan tried to argue, but a look from the man quickly defeated his argument.
"Come on, Logan. Get some sleep," the man said before he rode out of the room. Logan looked at the crib one last time before standing up. He quickly left the room, closing the door behind him. The woman from that night in a nice night gown was standing near the door.
"How is she?" she asked Logan, who looked at her.
"She's fine from what I can tell, Ororo" Logan answered. The woman known as Ororo nodded her head.
"What do you plan on doing?" Ororo asked.
"Fury already set everything up, so Laura is able to live the life I couldn't," Logan answered. "I will make sure she will grow up differently from the rest of us." Ororo nodded her head before walking away.
"Of course, she will. She has the X-men watching over her," Ororo whispered into Logan's ear as she walked past. Logan smirked before he walked away.
Laura- Six Years Old
"Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dear Laura. Happy Birthday to you."
The words could be heard across the entire dining hall as many people gathered around a long black-haired girl, sitting in front of a large strawberry cake with a single candle on it, and wearing a hat that said," Birthday Girl." She had a huge smile on her face before blowing out the candle.
"Nicely done, Laura," a young woman complimented Laura. This woman had long red hair and beautiful lightly tanned skin.
"Thanks Auntie Jean," Laura smiled at the woman before feeling a hand on her head. She turned her head to see a man with brown and tanned skin, wearing red sunglasses, smiling at her with a present in his hands.
"Here's your present," kiddo," the man smiled at Laura as he handed the gift to her.
"Thanks, Uncle Scott," Laura responded before quickly grabbing the gift. Ripping the wrapping off, a Wolverine figurine was revealed.
"A limited-edition Wolverine figurine?!" Laura exclaimed, surprised and excitement in her voice. "This is the last action figure I needed to complete my X-men set. Thanks, Uncle Scott."
"Don't just thank me. All of us had a hard time finding this figurine," the man known as Scott replied, waving his hands to show everyone else in the room. Laura looked at all of them before smiling.
"Thank you," her smile brightened. "Now, let's cut the cake."
"Hey, kiddo. Don't you want to wait for your dad?" a blue-furred man asked Laura, surprised at her enthusiasm to eat the cake.
"It's ok. He's busy with work now. He probably won't be home for a while," Laura said, losing a bit of her smile. "He wouldn't want us waiting for him." Instantly, everyone looked at each other with a look of sadness on their faces.
"Laura is right," the man on the wheelchair said, wheeling next to where Laura was sitting. "Logan wouldn't want us to stop his daughter's fifth birthday just for his sake. Kurt, will you please bring the knife?" The blue-furred man nodded his head before disappearing in a puff of purple smoke. He came back a second later with a large silver knife in his hand. He handed the knife to the man on the wheelchair, who handed it to Laura.
"Laura, if you please do the honors," the man smiled warmly towards Laura. As Laura was cutting the cake, the man on the wheelchair, Scott, and Jean walked to a side of the room.
"That stupid man, why today of all days did he have to leave," Scott muttered - only heard by the other two.
"You know why he left, Scott," Jean replied, folding her arms. "Creed challenged him again. To stop him from finding out about Laura, he had to leave the mansion."
"I know, but still," Scott responded, frustration evident in his voice.
"Scott, I know it hurts you to see Laura sad, but you know it hurts Logan more than you can imagine," the man told Scott.
"I know, Professor, but," Scott responded, but he couldn't think of anything else to say.
"The only thing we can do for Laura is make her happy," the man said before turning to move back. "That is what Logan want for us to do." Scott reluctantly nodded his head with Jean patting his shoulder. Soon, the two of them walked back to Laura with a smile on their faces as if nothing happened.
At the Countryside
Logan stood in front of a man with long, messy, and yellow hair. The man had long sideburns and sharp teeth as well, giving him a savage look. Both men wore casual clothing. They stood in the middle of a large, grassy field with the closest town three miles away. It was a cool day with the sun covered by the few puffs of cloud. Logan glared at the man with an angry look on his face.
"You're hiding something from me, runt," the man said right off the bat, smiling evilly.
"What do you mean?" Logan inquired, still glaring at the man.
"For the past five years, you've been deciding where you want to fight," the man answered. "It's almost like you're trying to hide something from me."
"Are we going to fight or not, Creed? Logan interrupted, unsheathing his claws. Three long, metal claws popped out of Logan's hands with a resounding snikt while the man known as Creed look at Logan, amused.
"You are hiding something from me, runt," Creed replied before he lunged at Logan. Seeing this coming, Logan swung his right claws at the mid-air Creed, hoping to slice him out of the air.
"Not going to work, runt," Creed said before plunging his finger-nail claws into Logan's arm. Logan grunted in pain before being tackled to the ground by Creed. Creed then pulled his claws out of Logan's arm before moving to slash Logan's face. Knowing what would happen next, Logan plunged his left hand claws deep into Creed's ribs. He then twisted his hand upward before slicing upwards. A huge burst of blood exploded out Creed's right side as a huge slash from where Logan stabbed him right up to his shoulder could be seen.
"Hnnn," Creed groaned in pain. However, Creed's wound was already started to stitch itself back together. Seeing this, Logan moved his hands and stabbed Creed's chest before flinging latter off himself. As soon as Logan saw Creed fly away, Logan quickly got up before running to Creed, who was picking himself up from the floor.
"Not bad, runt," Creed commented, spitting out some blood. "I haven't seen this much spunk from you since I killed your wife." Logan growled in anger before he tried to slash Creed's left side. Creed saw this coming before dodging the slash and plunging his claws right into Logan's neck.
"ARGH," Logan growled in pain before he pierced his claws right through Creed's arm.
"Oh, that's new," Creed smiled before he plunged his other hand into Logan's stomach, piercing him. Logan coughed out a spurt of blood before gritting his teeth. Using his other hand, he slashed Creed's entire torso, making another gigantic gash on Creed. This forced Creed to stumble back, pulling his claws out of Logan. Through sheer willpower, Logan stayed standing as he felt his wounds stitch themselves back together while watching Creed's chest repair itself.
"Not bad, runt. This must be the most times you managed to push me back in a fight," Creed commented, touching the healing wound on his chest. Logan glared at Creed with his metal claws dripping with blood.
"As much as I would like to play with you, I'm a busy man," Creed stated. "It's time to finish this."
"Let's finish this once and for all," Logan agreed with a snarl before lunging at Creed. The two started engaging in a savage one-on-one battle. Blood splattered the surrounding grass while sliced pieces of clothing were picked up by the gentle breeze. At first, it seemed Logan was winning. He was slashing Creed left and right, creating huge gashes on the latter's body. Left. Right. The slashes were relentless. If anyone was to see Logan, you would think he was just a savage animal trying to kill a creature larger than itself. Then, Creed grabbed Logan's wrist, stopping the attack. Logan widened his eyes in surprised before his entire stomach was pierced by Creed's hand.
"You had your fun. Now, it's mine," Creed said, smiling evilly before he grabbed Logan's intestines and pulled.
"HNN," Logan held back his screamed as Creed pulled the contents of his stomach. Unimaginable pain exploded within Logan's mind, but he still kept consciousness. Creed saw this and his smile grew even wider. He moved to stab Logan's neck. To his surprise, he saw his wrist being pierced by Logan's claws. However, he just ignored the pain and just pushed his arm forward, plunging his claws right into Logan's neck. Logan could feel himself losing consciousness as Creed pulled his claws out of Logan's neck.
"I think you learnt your lesson," Creed stated before he kicked Logan. Logan couldn't stop the kick and ended up on the floor. Creed then walked right next to Logan.
"Just so you know," Creed said. "I'm going to find out what you're trying to hide. However, I won't do anything about it just yet. This thing seems to make fighting you a lot more fun. Better get stronger, runt." Creed the dug his hands into Logan's chest. Logan screamed in pain as he felt Creed touching his heart. Then, darkness filled Logan's vision.
Hours Later
Jean was sitting near the front entrance of the mansion, reading a book. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a ragged Logan.
"Logan?!" jean exclaimed, setting her book aside. She immediately moved to help Logan, but he held up his hand to show he was fine.
"How was the party?" Logan asked.
"It was fine," Jean answered. "Laurs enjoyed her birthday."
"That's good," Logan replied, smiling, before he walked away. He walked up the stairs before heading over to a door. He opened it a crack to see a sleeping Laura, hugging a Wolverine plushie close to herself. Logan smiled fondly, seeing the sight of Laura.
"She tried to stay up for you, you know," Logan heard, making him whip around to see Ororo.
"I thought I told all of you that her bedtime was seven," Logan responded, closing the door quietly.
"She wanted to wait for her father," Ororo explained. "Honestly, I can't blame her." Logan nodded his head.
"How was it?" Ororo asked.
"Terrible," Logan answered. "Creed managed to pull out my heart."
"No wonder, it took you so long to come back," Ororo understood.
"Yeah," Logan replied before he started walking away.
"Logan, you need to do something about Creed," Ororo called out.
"I know," Logan responded before he opened the door to his room. "But before that, I need get Laurs ready for school."