The Mirror

All characters except Kit and her family belong to Marvel Comics and/or Fox Entertainment. All songs used in this work are performed by Meat Loaf, written by John Steinman I am in no way making anything off of this…

An attack on a farmhouse in the Midwest spawns a whole new adventure for the staff and students at Xavier's Institute and one unsuspecting new mutant. AlbumFIC (Bat out of Hell II is playing in my head as I write this.) Movieverse, post X3. WIP PLEASE REVIEW.

Chapter X

Logan slipped his boots off in the stairway. He had grabbed the damned box of trash bags on his way back into the school. He dropped his socks inside the boots. He slipped quietly up the stairs and down the hallway. The door to his room, no their room, was still closed. He had sat quietly in the cabin for a while, thinking about what Creed had said. He would be damned, that monster had made sense, he did like to see her smile.

How in the hell had CREED managed to make him think like this. Maybe it was that damned sappy look on his face when he talked about Mia, maybe it had been the tone in his voice when he had said he was afraid of hurting her, or maybe it was the grin on his face when he had left, just to see her smile, but somehow Logan began to think it might be possible for an animal, a killing machine like himself to actually find something like that.

He opened the door quietly, hoping Kit was asleep. The bed was empty and the bathroom door was open, he could smell she wasn't in the room. She had been as good as her word, his mess was still there. Her tee he had thrown on the floor was in the hamper, the vest folded and laying neatly on top of the dresser. The rest of her clothes were in the hamper, and the towels were hung neatly in the bathroom to dry.

He pulled a large black trash bag out of the box; if she wanted the room cleaned up, fine. He picked up the shredded clothes from this morning, they wouldn't ever be wearable again, and put them in the bag. Then he gathered up all the beer bottles, even the ones that had rolled under the bed. He took the bag back down the stairs, and went looking for an ash tray.

In the study, Logan, in one of the desk drawers, is a crystal ash tray. He could swear he could hear Xavier laughing. He growled, and headed for the study.

He took the lead crystal ashtray up to the room and set it on the windowsill. He got a damp rag from the bathroom and wiped up all the ashes. The room looked good, a little spartan but good, he went down to the laundry room and grabbed a real bedspread from one of the cabinets. Hell he even made sure it matched the curtains. He went back upstairs and remade the bed.

He opened the closet door. His bag was on the floor where he left it. He picked it up and began to unpack the neatly folded items inside. He had stopped on the way in to do laundry so whichever kid was in detention and on laundry detail didn't have to do his. In the bottom of the bag was an old cigar box. That is what he had been looking for. He opened the box; several large rolls of cash and some small yellow envelopes lay inside. He put the box on the bed, folded the bag and put it in the top of the closet and closed the doors.

He grabbed the box and went looking for Chuck. He needed a favor.

Vic was sitting next to Mia's bed talking about the cabin when Kit walked in. Mia squeezed his hand to let him know she wanted to talk to Kit alone. He stood up, towering over the bed, and walked out the door, looking back at her before he closed it.

"What's up sis?" She asked as Kit took the chair next to the bed. Jean had cleared her to get out of med lab today, but she was going to have to rest for at least a week.

"I don't know what to do about Logan. Things are moving way to fast." Kit said quietly.

"Too FAST, Marquette Jamison, he is your mate. It can't be too fast."

"When did you know Vic was your 'mate'?"

"The first time I saw him. I had had a run in with Danny, and was sitting on the old depot platform."

Kit chuckled. Mia knew she and Danny had had a bad breakup, and ever since he had joined the sheriff's department, he had hassled Mia.

"Hope Deputy Studmuffin didn't give you too much of a hard time." Mia laughed. Kit and Danny had been close, she had even gone to the prom with him, but he just wasn't what she had wanted in life, or that is what she had told Mia when they broke up.

"Naa, just the usual, trying to find out how you were doing; I didn't want to deal with him so I hid at the old depot. I was bored, I don't know really if I heard something, or just felt it, but I knew I was being watched. He was standing back in the trees, but somehow I could see him clearly. He was HUGE. I knew right then and there that that was the man for me." Mia laughed. "I let him follow me back to the farm, I always seemed to know where he was, when he was watching, and made sure I put on a good show. One day I saw him by the side of the road, he was just looking at me, with the strangest look on his face, and then slunk off into the trees. The day you and I had that fight about school, he followed me into the woods. One good hit with a tree branch, to let him know I wasn't putting up with any shit, and I let him know I wanted him."

"A MONTH, you guys were together a MONTH, and you decided you knew what was best for my life." Kit was pissed.

"Kit, Vic was worried. You were putting off pheromones like crazy, to be honest, if you hadn't been, and Vic hadn't been in a mating frenzy when I clubbed him, things might not have turned out as well. When I look back on it, I realize that he could have, and probably would have raped and killed me, but I can't help it, I love him."
"It was my fault?" How was she going to explain to her that it was no one's fault? Her sister had such a control thing, and worse than that, a guilt thing.

"No, Kit, Grams said you were probably just going into heat or something."

That didn't work; Kit just put her head in her hands and moaned.

"Kit, listen, please, it isn't your fault. It isn't anyone's fault, and if Logan hadn't been your mate, he wouldn't have reacted. I mean Mom and Hank were dating for years, Mom had actually considered marrying him, when she met Dad. Then all bets were off. Sometimes I am afraid Vic will wise up and leave me, I am such a pain in the ass, but then he gets that look on his face, the one that says 'I love you' and I know he isn't going anywhere, but it took weeks of sneaking around before it was anything more than sex, GREAT sex. Logan will come around."

"You make it sound like he doesn't have a choice." Kit said, sadly.

"Of course he does. But face it, in the end, he is a man. He is going to look forward to regular sex, comfort and companionship, and those are the things you provide. He will get comfortable first, and then he will wake up one day and wonder what the hell he did without you. All men go through it; Vic was funny as hell when he realized he loved me. Funnier when he realized I loved him. Kit, sis, you may be book smart, you may have made it to college, you may be the one with the four point oh grade point average, but you don't know SHIT about life. You giving Mom a hard time about giving up her career; it is what she wanted to do to be with Daddy, and that was all that mattered. I understand that. I really wanted to go to college, but now, all I want is to be with Vic, have this baby, and have a family. College doesn't matter to me. They do."

Vic walked back in the door. He had that look on his face, the one that said Mia was the only woman in the world. She smiled at him and held out her hand.

"Now, Kit, go find your mate, make up, and give life some time. Yea, your relationship is moving fast, quit fighting it and ride the wave. It will take you where you need to be, I promise." Kit laughed as she walked out of the room; she held the door open for Jean.

Jean walked over and began unhooking the IVs. She pulled the needle out of her arm, and Vic winced. He gripped her hand, HARD.

"It's ok, baby." She said to him. He was so funny, in how protective he was of her. Even the smallest scent of blood and he went off the deep end.

"Scott and I have been getting some of the kids to help move some things into the cabin. It isn't livable yet, so you have been given a room on the second floor until the work on the cabin is finished. We should have it done in a day or so." She smiled at them, but it didn't reach her eyes, those were almost pitch black. It was a little scary for Mia to see the mild mannered doctor like that.

"Thanks, Doc." Mia said, watching as her eyes returned to normal. Was it Kit that caused that reaction? Mia didn't know, but hoped her sister could handle the red head.

"You can try to stand, and start moving around. If you feel alright in about an hour, then Vic can take you up to your room."

Vic took her elbow and helped her swing her legs over the side of the bed. Jean looked back from the door. "We put your things that Magneto left in the room upstairs for the time being."

"Thanks, Red." Vic said to the doctor. Jean gave him a slight smile, and turned and walked out the door.

Mia stood up, with Vic's help and made a few circuits around the room. As long as she took it slowly she was ok. Vic was hovering over her like a giant mother hen.

Three hours, four phone calls, and a huge headache from the bank later he sat in a car, Jubilee chattering away at him from the passenger seat. Why had he thought this was a good idea, shopping with a gum popping, chatterbox mall rat.

Chuck had recommended a few places to look for what he wanted, and none of them were in the mall. He drove down the quiet street where the first place was. He couldn't find a parking spot so he drove around again. Damn this was getting annoying. He was about to forget the whole thing when a large black sedan pulled out of a spot right in front of the store. That would do.

Damn. Even Jubilee quit talking when they walked into this place. It was more upscale than any shop he had ever been in.

"Are you sure about this place, Wolvie? I ain't sure these people are going to even speak to us." Jubilee whispered. Two young women stood behind raised counters. They both looked at each other, and then back toward the door at them.

"Chuck said they were the best in town."

"Well the Professor would know."

"Can I help you?" One of the girls behind the counter asked, looking down her nose at Logan's leather jacket and jeans, and Jubilee's ever present yellow trench coat and mall rat attire.

"Professor Xavier called for me. I was supposed to speak with James.

"Wait right here." She said and pressed a button on the counter. The other counter girl looked him over with an appraising eye.

He looked in the glass cases; this was like no other store he had ever been in. There were very few items on display, and those were back lit and looked way beyond his budget. Jubilee just stood next to him; for once her hands were in her pockets. Even SHE knew better than to mess with anything here.

An older man walked out of a door in the back of the store.

"Ahh, Mr. Logan. Professor Xavier said you have very exacting taste, and specific design ideas. Please come back into my office." He and Jubilee followed him. He hoped this guy could help with what he was looking for.

Kit went looking for Logan, but he was nowhere to be found. She looked for Jubilee but there was no sign of her either. She went up to the room. She still couldn't call it their room. She was afraid he would change his mind, and tell her to get out. She had taken a huge chance this afternoon, slamming the bathroom door on him. He had allowed her to get away with it, but she still didn't know how far she could push him. She opened the door, and stood in shock. He had CLEANED. Not just straightened up, but cleaned the room. She walked in slowly, thinking she might have entered the wrong room; but no, there was the mini fridge, there was even an ashtray on the windowsill. She opened the closet. His bag was unpacked and put away. Even his shoes were lying neatly across the floor of his side of the closet. She shut the door in amazement. She walked over and sat in the chair by the window. He must have had a cigar before he left, because there were ashes in the tray, but none on the windowsill. She could smell the lingering of the cigar.

She looked over at the dresser that held her things. On top was her bag for school. She got up and grabbed it. She looked around the room but couldn't find a network hookup. She made a mental note to ask for one later. She took the bag and went downstairs. The library was full of kids, and the Professor and Ro were having a meeting in the study; just great, no place to hook up. She headed back upstairs, to Marie and Jubilee's room. Marie was inside, packing her clothes into bags.

"Guess you and Bobby got the OK?" Kit asked from the door.

"Yep, the Perfesser just kinda asked us what took us so long. Guess with you and Logan and Jean and Scott and now Mia and Vic people are pairin off round here like crazy."

"You aren't upset about me and Logan are you?"

"HELL no, shug; its bout damned time he got over that red haired bi…Jean, anyway."

"You don't like her much do you?"

"Ah like her fine, Ah just don't like what she did ta Logan, stringin him along like that, then thinkin he'd be waitin for her AGAIN."

"Well, she did DIE." Kit said, flopping down on her old bed.

"Yea, and that's tha reason Ah don't hate her. It was just a bad situation all the way round. You lookin for somethin, or just bored?"

"All the hookups downstairs are full or occupied, and of course the Jerk doesn't have a hookup in his room."

"Your room, Shug." Marie looked over at her, concern on her face.

"I still can't get used to that idea. I mean it was hard enough sharing with you two. I had NEVER shared a room till I came here, except in college, and even then I had my own bedroom." She pulled out her new laptop. Her parents had sent it after the insurance check had cleared. She hoped there wouldn't be any problems with her sister being involved with the guy who trashed the house.

"Well, ya know where tha hookups are in here. Hell, Jubes is thrilled. She's going ta get tha room all ta herself. Least till someone else shows up."

"No one to tell her to turn down the music."

"No one to yell about usin up all tha hot water."

"Damn, Jubes is going to be in paradise." The two girls laughed.

"How do you feel about sharing a room with Bobby?" Kit asked her.

"Well, it will sure as hell be more convenient, if ya know what Ah mean." Marie laughed.

"I mean besides that, losing your privacy, having someone there, in bed with you at night; no personal space, no place to get away if he is bugging the hell out of you." Marie sat on the bed with her.

"Is that how ya see it?"

"Yea."

"Sugar, you got a lot ta learn bout men. They don't ask ya ta live in their cave if they ain't willin ta share. You need space, tell Logan ta take a hike. Hell, he'll prob'ly take ya literally and hike tha grounds. Ya need ta get away, come down ta my room, I'll tell Bobby ta take a hike and take Logan with him." Marie pulled her into a hug. It still amazed Kit how comfortable she was around Marie.

"If Logan didn't want ya there, he wouldn't have asked. If ya didn't want ta be there, ya shoulda said no."

"I do want to be there, I am just afraid he will change his mind. With all this mess with Jean, and now Vic and Mia being here and absolutely dopey about each other, I get kinda sad. I know he can never feel that way about me, but that doesn't stop me from wanting it." Kit wiped a tear away.

"Well, hell, shug; Ah don't know what ta say. Ah know Logan well enough, especially since I got a double dose of him in mah head, ta know he ain't gona change his mind. Once he sets himself somethin, it takes a good dose of hurtin ta make him quit. That's prob'ly why he was so damned idiotic bout Jean. He asked ya ta live with him. As far as Ah know, and Ah got his memories, or at least what he had when Ah absorbed him, he ain't NEVER lived with a woman; EVER. HELL, Shug, you're as good as married ta him as far as he's concerned."

"REALLY?" Kit was stunned. She had no idea; God that opened a whole new ball of wax. Was she really ready for that kind of relationship? Marriage, she wasn't even sure she liked him, he was such an ass. No, that wasn't true, and she knew it. She liked him, hell, if she really wanted to admit the truth, she was falling hopelessly in love with him, she just knew he didn't, couldn't feel the same way.

She had forgotten why she had come to see Marie, but she was glad she had. She picked up her bag and headed for the door.

"You ok?" Marie asked.

"Yea. I need to think about this." Kit felt like she had been hit over the head. She opened the door just as Vic and Mia came up the stairs. He was carrying her in his arms and she was laughing. They were completely oblivious, so lost in each other. She smiled, damn her kid sister was happy, and giving her parents their first grandchild. SHIT she hoped no one had told her Dad.

She went back to her room, and walked slowly across to the chair. She sat down and slung both legs over one arm; as good as married? Was that good enough for her? Did she even WANT to be married? She had wanted marriage and a family at some point, but had wanted to have her career first. She still wanted her career, not the one she had originally planned, but something working for mutant rights. Where did Logan fit into that? Could he fit into it? She felt a sudden panic, thinking about a life without Logan. She couldn't do it. She couldn't face not having him there. How the hell was she going to reconcile the two?

The door opened, slowly, and a piece of white fabric waved in the crack.

"Truce?" He said from outside the door.

She laughed. He had that going for him, he could make her laugh. "Come in you jerk."

He opened the door back. He was wearing his jacket so he had been out. He hung it up in the closet.

"Thanks for cleaning up." She said.

"No problem, Darlin, it needed it." He sat on the end of the bed.

"We really need ta deal with what's buggin ya." He said, after a long silence.

"It isn't you, Logan. I am not angry with you, or at you, or because of you." She said quietly. "I just feel so out of control; so lost. I don't know how I am going to have the life I want and have you in it. I feel like I don't have any choices. I feel like you are absorbing me, and I am nothing but a reflection of you; like I really am a mirror. I don't want to be like Mia, to just have you in my life and nothing else and that be my whole world."

"Well, hell, Darlin. What do you want out of life?" He asked.

"I want my degree, I want a career, and I want a family and a home and a…husband." She whispered the word, and he still flinched. "I know it is more than you can offer, and I understand that. Hell we have spent a total of thirty eight hours together in the last three months, and thirty six of those have been in the last two days. I feel like things are moving too fast around me, and I want to stay still. Mia said I should just ride the wave, and stop fighting it; but that means the wave is in control not me."

"Darlin, if ya want ta slow this down, we can. If ya want ta tell me ta get the hell outa your life, well Darlin, I will go." His voice choked on the last word. "It'll hurt like hell, but I'll go. I ain't got nothin against ya gettin your degree; I ain't got nothin against ya havin whatever career ya want. Hell, Darlin, I was damned proud of ya today, that rally took work, and lots of it, and you organized it. That took skill, knowledge, things I ain't sure I understand, but I can sure as hell admire in ya. As for the rest, well, all that takes time, and I am askin for it. Give me time, please." He was looking at his hands the entire time. "As for bein in control, or outa control, I can promise this, if I ever, EVER seem ta be takin your choices away, find somethin and hit me on the head, just don't do it in a fight."

"I can do that, sometimes quite gladly." He chuckled.

"Now, what would ya like ta do bout dinner?" he asked.

"Dinner?"

"We gotta eat."

"Oh. I was planning on going down to the dining room or something." She said.

"Well that's real romantic."

"Well you asked what I was planning to do."

"No Darlin, I asked what would you LIKE ta do, as in a date."

"Oh" she breathed. He was asking her out on a date. A DATE? He laughed and stood up. He stalked across the room and knelt in front of the chair.
"Can I take ya ta dinner, Kit?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Yes." She said. She reached out and laced her fingers in his hair. It was so soft, like silk across the back of her fingers. It sill amazed her that somehow she was allowed to touch him. She didn't realize she had said that out loud.

"Allowed, hell, Kit, I am begging." He whispered, as he turned to kiss her palm. She turned in the chair until her feet were on the floor in front of him. He reached up and pulled her out of the chair and onto the floor with him. He pressed her body against his, breathing hard against her hair as he tucked her head under his chin. He just held her, no pressure, no sly caresses, just held her.

"So any decent Chinese places in town?" She asked.

"Yep." He whispered against her hair. "Chinese sounds good ta me." He stood up, pulling her with him.

"Darlin, if you are a mirror of me, I really NEED to reevaluate myself, because I sure as hell don't deserve somethin like you." He said as he held her against his chest. She laid her head on his shoulder.

It had been three days since that first date, and he was getting nervous. Things were moving along smoothly, for a change. No major catastrophes, although he was getting a little tired of Jean cornering him every time he stepped out of his and Kit's room. He still hadn't gotten a call from James. How long was this going to take?

He and Kit were helping Vic and Mia get moved into the cabin. The two girls were arguing over what color to paint the smaller room. He and Vic were sitting on the sofa they had finally gotten EXACTLY where Mia wanted it. Logan was really beginning to evaluate if he had ended up with the high maintenance sister after all.

"You sure you can handle this, Creed?" He asked.

"Yea, I am sure." He had that I will grin if it kills me look on his face. "I keep tellin myself she's worth it." He laughed.

"I heard that." Mia yelled from the back of the room

"Thanks runt, guess I am sleepin on the couch tonight."

"Never, baby." Mia said as she stepped into the room. "Why in the world would I want to sleep without my favorite pillow?"

"Yep, SHORT leash there Creed." Logan laughed. He got up and went to the fridge, Creed had restocked it with beer, thank God. He threw one over to the giant, and carried his own back to the sofa.

"Uhhhuh, I heard about your shopping trip. And the Professor asked for help with that other favor you asked for, my contacts were better for handling that. You are good to go, when your purchase is ready. Even put your real name on the documents. Don't know why ya don't just go over the border, then ya don't need tha damned green card, but hell, it's your funeral. Don't forget it again."

"What?" Logan looked at Creed. "You know my name?"

Victor just laughed at him. "Yep, so you're nice and legal now."

"How long have you known me, Creed?" He asked.

"All your life, runt, all your life." Logan tried for several more minutes to get more out of the big man, but he wouldn't say anything else.

"So heard anything from Erik?" Logan asked.

"Nope." Vic walked over to the fridge and threw Logan a beer this time.

"Did ya hear about that attack in New York City, in that mutant neighborhood?"

"Yep, more Friends of Humanity goons; death count is goin up, and they don't seem ta care if it is their own dyin or not." He sat back down on the sofa.

"I ain't likin this, Creed. Ta be honest, I am kinda glad you are sticking around. Least I know what you can do in a fight, and these kids may need us ta protect em."

"Erik is keepin track of these FoH goons. He is tryin ta find out who their leader is and cut the head off the hydra so ta speak."

"Might not be a bad idea, Chuck won't like it, but…."

Logan, you might want to make a trip into town, your purchase is ready. The professor said in his head.

"Thanks," He said out loud.

"Kit, Darlin, I need ta head into town for a bit."

"Can we come with you? Mia wants curtains for the living room and baby's room."

"I can drop ya, but I have somethin I need ta pick up and was planin on takin my scoot. Chuck gave me a cell phone; ya can call me when you are ready to be picked up."

"Naa, we will just borrow a car. We still have a few things to decide on before we head out anyway."

Logan took off. He had been waiting for this call for three days. He had had a lucky streak in the cages, while in Canada. He hadn't known what he was going to do with those packets when he won them, but he was so glad he had. They had saved him thousands. It still was costing him a hefty amount, but it was worth it.

He walked into the exclusive shop. The same two girls were behind the glass counters. This time they both looked him over appraisingly.

"Sorry, Darlins, I'm taken."

"Well, if she changes her mind…" One of them said.

"Not going ta happen."

"Not after she sees what James has been working on." Said the other one, the door to the back office opened and James came out.

"Ah, Mr. Logan, I believe you will be quite pleased with what I created for you."

He walked through that door, a big grin on his face.

He left the store a little while later, and jumped on his scoot. He was glad he brought it, parking sucked. He drove back to the mansion; he couldn't wait till he could see Kit. He pulled into view of the house. An old beat up pickup truck was sitting in front of the mansion. He pulled around to the garage, and headed into the mansion. He could hear a man's loud voice in the front hall, and Jean trying to calm him down. He walked through the arch, Jean had her hands out, a man waving a shotgun was standing in the front door, the woman with him trying to grab onto his arm. Professor Xavier wheeled out of his office.

"I am trying, Charles." The woman said.

"Franklin, please, both of your daughters are safe. They went into town to purchase curtains for the house that Mia and Victor will be living in."

"Over my dead body." The man with the shotgun said. Franklin, SHIT it was Kit's dad.

Logan, I feel retreat might be the better part of valor at the moment. I am about to have to calm him down to prevent anyone getting hurt.

"Sorry, Professor, but I ain't runnin from this."

"Just who the hell are you?" Frank said, pointing the gun at Logan. Suddenly a look of recognition flashed across his face.

"I would be Logan. I am the one sleeping with your oldest daughter."

"OH HELL." The gun landed on the ground, and Frank charged, like a bull, hitting Logan in the gut with his shoulder. They crashed into the wall behind Logan, and Frank pulled back a fist and hit Logan square in the jaw. It was at that point Mia and Kit walked in the front door.

"DADDY, leave Logan alone." Kit screamed. Frank pulled back and hit him again. "DADDY, STOP." Logan just lay there, and let him. He had a strange feeling; someday he was going to be in Frank's position.

Frank got up off of Logan and walked over to where the two girls were standing. "You are sleeping with the asshole that gave me these?" and he pulled off his shirt. Across his back were three parallel scars.

"Yes, Daddy, I am." Kit said. Frank grabbed her by the arm.

"I am takin you home, young lady. I sent you here to be safe, not attacked by some cage fighting brute." Logan walked over and put his hand on Frank's shoulder.

"She hasn't been attacked. And I happen ta have purely honorable intentions."

"Oh really, so prove it, asshole."

"Well, actually, I had kinda planned on doing that later this evenin, but ok here goes."

He reached into the pocket of his jacket. There was a small velvet box in his hand when he pulled it out. He opened the box, and got down on one knee.

"Kit, Darlin, will you marry me." He asked, holding his breath. He knew she thought things were moving too fast, but damn it he loved her, he couldn't think of any other way to tell her.

She pulled her arm out of her father's hand, shock on her face. He could see it was the last thing she had expected. "Yes, you big Jerk." She threw herself against him, on her knees, kissing him.

"Well, one down." Her mother said behind her. Logan was a little pissed. She hadn't even looked at the ring.

"Darlin, do ya like the ring?"

Kit looked down at the box in his hand. He had won the stones in one of his fights, James had said they were excellent gem quality and the ring he had created to showcase them was absolutely gorgeous. They weren't diamonds, but he had it on good authority, namely her sister, that Kit hated diamonds. The dark green emeralds were not normal for an engagement ring, but hell; from the tears in her eyes she loved it.

He slipped it on her finger and stood up pulling her with him. He pulled her against his side.

"Name's Logan, James 'Logan' Howlett. Your daughter calls me jerk, and I guess asshole will do." He held out his other hand to his future father in law. He felt Kit start in surprise next to him. Her father took his hand and shook it.

"Logan will do." He said. "Now where is this other asshole?" Just then Vic came walking in from the kitchen looking for Mia.

Logan laughed. Let Vic learn the hard way, he was taking his mate, no his wife, to their room, he had a name to give her now, thanks to Vic, and all the documents necessary to make it legal. He smiled and steered her toward the stairs, Vic and Frank went flying past him; let Creed figure out how he was going to explain getting Mia pregnant. At least Logan hadn't had that headache to deal with.

LOST BOYS AND GOLDEN GIRLS

Lost boys and golden girls, down on the corner and all around the world
Lost boys and golden girls
Down on the corner and all around, all around the world
It doesn't matter where they're going, or wherever they've been
'Cause they got one thing in common it's true
They'll never let a night like tonight go to waste
And let me tell you something, neither will you, neither will you

We gotta be fast, we were born out of time, born out of time and alone
And we'll never be as young as we are right now
Running away and running for home, running for home

Lost boys and golden girls, down on the corner and all around the world
Lost boys and golden girls
Down on the corner and all around, and all around the world

Author's Notes

There have been a bunch of questions about things I have created for this story so I am going to do a FAQ….

Jean and Scott's return- the very Long winded explanation is this, and you don't get it in the story because that event takes place when the story is in Kit's POV and frankly not something she would be overly concerned about at that moment.

Jean (Phoenix) didn't leave after Wolverine killed her at Alcatraz, She chose to stay at the mansion. Because Phoenix is Jean's baser emotions, including grief, pain, anger, sex, fury, frustration, it clung to the mansion even though that was its place of imprisonment. When Phoenix killed Scott, she couldn't let him go, again possessiveness is a part of her make up, so she forced his life force to remain with her, the professor was too strong to force him to stay with her, and so he was able to transfer his consciousness to the body in Scotland. When he returned to the mansion, Phoenix who had been suppressing the Jean side contacted Xavier, wanting to take a physical form. He agreed to create a hologram in the Danger Room that she could occupy, one he could shut off if she got out of line. Ororo, Logan and the Professor were witness, to not only Phoenix's manifestation in that hologram, but of Jean's breaking out from Phoenix, and begging the Professor to allow her to correct her mistakes. She used the immense power of Phoenix to recreate both hers and Scott's bodies and placed both of their consciousnesses inside them. Jean chose to recreate her body BEFORE Phoenix took over, so that the barriers that the Professor had in place were still there (IE before the tidal wave at Alkali Lake.) Doing so drained Phoenix's power completely and it will be years before Jean/Phoenix recovers from this. The Professor, realizing his mistake spends the months with Scott and Jean helping Jean to begin integrating both personalities into one. This will be an ongoing process, and there will be many Phoenix outbreaks in the rewrite and sequel to The Mirror.

The Y-Factor – This is a creation of my own. In everything I have seen, and read, of the X-men Universe, the X gene is passed through the male line. The Y factor is a female passed trait, and one that is literally primordial. It is the thing that makes humans predominantly monoamorous. I kept it in the mitochondrial DNA since that is the basic DNA information that can be traced back, unchanging, to as I had Logan say "when man came down out of the trees" It is NOT a mutation, in that it is not something that has changed. Certain strands of DNA create a strong pheromonal reaction in both the trigger person (in most cases a female) and the target person. In the case of Kit and her family, it is a throwback to when females sought mates based on protection as well as procreation. It is that thing in all humans that cause us to look for and work for a monogamous relationship in our lives. It isn't anything Kit or Logan, or Mia or Vic can control. Literally the girls were genetically hardwired to be attracted to men like Logan and Vic, and within the feral DNA mutation is a hardwired response. The pheromones produced begin by being generally targeted to they type of male the female needs for a mate, and then as her body reacts to the pheromones she receives from the males, her body begins to tailor the pheromones she produces to the males that are closest to what her genetic code says she needs in a mate. It takes approximately six to eight weeks of exposure to the pheromones for the lasting bond to be formed (which explains why Mia and Vic are actually much closer to each other in the bonding process, than Logan and Kit.) I am not certain this explained what I am getting at with this, and hopefully the next plotline that is screaming at me to get on paper will clear some of this up.

Mix of comics and Movie – yes I decided to mix a bit of both into this, especially with the Sabertooth character. There is a huge amount of unexplored territory with him and it has actually been fun to try to reform the darn rascal. (I think he is wearing off on me, though so that can't be a good thing.) I never really had any interest in Sabertooth except as an antagonist until I started writing chapter two, and now the darn cat is in my head and wanting more attention. I also admit to the somewhat comic book way of bringing Jean and Scott back, I just really needed them back at the mansion, it left too big a hole to fill.

I will update author's notes as I get questions, and as always PLEASE REVIEW. I love to know what people think of my writing. Thanks to joegood2003 and BriceSquared for the great reviews.