Again, for the person who signed their review "impulse this, bitch": I know I ripped off the name of a cool superhero. That is called a "nod" or a "tribute". I liked Impulse, and I couldn't think of a better name. towards the end, Michael will probably get another name. But for now, Impulse really suits him. And as for killing him off. Not yet. And I actually have thought about it. An impulsive kid with that much power lurking in him...I might not have another choice. But it's too early to tell. And, why don't you just tell me what your ISSUES are on this! It's fanfiction- I can do whatever I want with it!

And for the people who actually like this story: Here's chapter 4 and thanks for all the great reviews! I have more written, but it's still in screenplay form, and I need to transcribe it into story form. Now that I'm out of school for the summer, I'll be able to post more.

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Logan opened his eyes, confused. What the hell happened? He sat up, throwing his blankets off.

"Ah, you're awake," said Professor Xavier, rolling in his wheelchair. "Good." Logan narrowed his eyebrows. Xavier turned his head, calling attention to the bed next to Logan's. Michael was lying there, unconscious. Logan slowly walked over to him. Jesus, what did I do? He softly laid a hand on his son's arm, swallowing.

"What happened to him?" Logan asked quietly. Xavier sighed.

"The same thing that happened to you," he admitted. "Except ten times worse." Logan looked at the Professor confusedly.

"Why?"

"Logan…he has a Phoenix, similar to his mother," the Professor said. "Yesterday, he came to me and said that he was having trouble controlling it."

"So you're saying…the Phoenix did this to him?" Logan asked slowly. "But that means…" He sat down and sighed heavily. "I'm losing him too." Xavier reluctantly nodded. Subtle tears trailed down Logan's face. This is my fault. "Is there anything…anything I could do to save him?" Xavier frowned.

"Believe in him," he responded simply. "Believe that he can come back…and I think he will." Logan rolled his eyes.

"How will that help?" he scoffed.

"It'll give him something to live for," Xavier responded. Logan's eyes widened.

"What?"

"It's been little over a week since Jean was killed." Logan winced. Don't say that. "She was the only family he had ever known. And to lose that…"

"It takes a toll on ya," Logan responded, understanding. "Most of all, on him." Xavier nodded sadly. Logan took a deep breath and then slammed his fist onto the metal table. "I never should have left," he said, his voice shaking with anger. "If I'd known…I'd never have…Jean would still be alive."

"You have no way of knowing that, Logan," Xavier said, sighing. Logan looked down, guiltily.

"That won't stop me from beating myself up," he answered. Xavier nodded.

"We all know that," he replied. He turned to leave, Logan following, with one last, desperate look at his son. Just as the door was about to shut, a rapid beeping noise sounded from Michael's heart monitor. Logan swiftly hammered open the door and ran straight for the boy's bed. Xavier, in his wheelchair, was close behind.

"Oh, God…" Logan muttered. He grabbed hold of Michael's hand; not bothering to wiped away the tears that were evident on his face. "Don't die on me, kid. Come on, fight it!" Michael's eyes snapped open. Logan's face split into a grin. Xavier frowned, concentrating on Michael's brain activity. The heart machine slowed and Michael coughed quietly.

"Logan?" he asked weakly. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. He tried again, but just fell back down. He sighed, and Logan tried to smile.

"Don't try to sit up," Logan said. "Just relax." Michael reluctantly nodded and laid back down. Logan turned to leave, but Xavier motioned silently for him to stay. Logan gave him a curt nod. If I must. Xavier left, leaving Logan and Michael in silence.

"Logan?" Logan looked up in surprise.

"Yeah?"

"You're my father, aren't you," Michael inquired. Logan feigned surprise.

"What gives you that idea?" Michael rolled his eyes.

"Oh, I don't know…I can't choose between the fact that we both have adamantium claws, or that you were in love with my mother, or that we look exactly alike," he answered sarcastically. Logan grinned. Do we really look alike? Jean and me? Have a son? I mean, I really did love her…but… Really? We really weren't expecting that… Michael rolled his eyes again.

"I really didn't need to hear that," he said. "And yes, we do look alike." Logan scowled.

"Do you always listen to people's thoughts?" Michael raised his eyebrows and grinned.

"Only when I feel like it," he said, as if challenging Logan to say otherwise. Logan smiled. Maybe we are more alike than I thought. Michael fixed him with a grin very familiar to his own.

I told you so.

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"Though we are mutants, we still function as normal human beings," Professor Hank McCoy reasoned. "Do you agree?" He caught sight of Michael in the back of the classroom, absently staring at the ceiling. "Don't you agree, Michael?" The boy's eyes opened and he gave Hank an award-winning smile.

"Of course, Professor," he answered, leaning back, lounging. A few girls turned around, giggling. He gave them a subtle smile and a wave. He closes his eyes again. You should know better than to sleep in class, Michael. His eyes shot open.

Professor?

Yes. We need the team ready by the Blackbird.

Right. Sure thing, Professor. He could tell that Xavier had sent the last message to everyone.

"Class dismissed," Hank said quickly. "We'll continue this tomorrow." The students filed out, heading for the common room. He exited out the side door, Michael following him.

"Hank!" He turned around and smiled.

"We have to go," he responded. Michael swallowed and nodded. They picked up their pace, running down the hallway.

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Michael zipped up his uniform and sighed. This is real. I'm going on a mission. This is it. He looked at himself in the mirror, tracing the red lining with his finger. Mom…if you can hear me…I won't let you down. I promise. He took a deep breath and grinned, running down the hallway to the jet landing pad. Logan stood there, almost as if he was waiting for someone.

"Logan?" Logan turned around at the sound of his son's voice. He smiled gently.

"You all right, kid?" Michael took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "I think so." Logan gave him a slight nod.

"Good," he said gruffly. "We're gonna need you." Michael smiled faintly.

So you're part of the team now?

"For the rest of my life," Logan answered, smiling. "I'm never leaving again." Michael's eyes drifted to the jet. Logan nodded and they ran up the platform together.

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Did you like it? It's kind of cheesy, compared to everything else, but I needed to add some humor to balance with the father-son stuff. Next up, the mission, Michael's fears, and a sentimental Logan. Review, review, review!

Jason