((You got a point, Leah. And thanks for reviewing. And I still don't own the Xmen characters. I may have to kill the people at Marvel….if it comes to that. Or I'll just get Alex to bust their heads open with a gun…okay, enough violence for now. XD sorry.))

Logan POV

"I…uh…" Shoot, what was I going to tell her? No, I didn't need to explain. Now that she was away from the Brotherhood, my defensive wall went up. The tough part of me returned. Who was she to barge into my life and be my daughter? In fact, what about that woman I had to face that one time, whose fingers turned to long claws? Yea, this street rat was probably just another look-alike. So she wasn't related to me. I mean, anyone could have claws. Take that kid Damion. He had fangs. Doesn't mean he's related to Nightcrawler. So this kid had claws. Whatever. There was no way in the world she could be mine. No matter what anyone says.

((Alright, he's just denying it…Ya know, it's like he never even found out she was his, almost. Anyway, he's not accepting the truth. SO any smidge of affection he showed for Alex is gone again. His wall is back up. Just thought I should explain that. Yea, it's a little weird. But he doesn't have to care anymore. ANYWAY, onto the story))

So as I was saying, I don't have to explain anything. She wasn't mine. That's stuck in my head now. She had to have stolen the dog tag. Well, any dirty little scum could steal. I wondered when she had stolen it though. As everyone knows, dog tags come in a set. I had lost the other set years ago. Maybe the prize had been passed down to her. Maybe it wasn't my dog tag anyway. No, it was. I had put a scratch in a part of it, and the knick was still there. Thievery…it had to be. She was in a gang after all. Why did I care so much about that old dog tag anyway? I had the other one. Still, I didn't like it in the hands of a criminal. That's right, a criminal.

I tore it from her neck and left the room. I was walking down the hall when I felt someone jump on my back and start strangling me for the dog tag. Alex. "Give. Me. Back. My. Dog tag." She growled as I struggled to get free. We struggled until Beast pulled her off me with his big furry hands. He wasn't angry, he was laughing. Both Alex and I glared at him, which made him laugh even more. Once he finished laughing, he spoke.

"Professor X wants both of you in his office. Immediately." What, was it now a crime to want something that was mine? Or did he really expect me to believe all that crap about her being my daughter? Yea, I saw the claws. But it wasn't possible. The only- I mean she- wasn't the woman dead? I thought- Shoot, I had to stop cutting my thoughts off. It could get extremely confusing. It already was. But the thought of the kid being mine… no. I don't care. I don't want her. I don't want anything. All I want is my dog tag. I wanted the rest of the cool metal on my neck. This kid had no right…

Professor POV

In my mind, Logan was being stubborn. It was as if he had forgotten all that I had proved to him. He was related to Alex. I couldn't blame Alex for not knowing, but her wild side was too out of control. I didn't look deeply into her mind, because I respect people's privacy. Yet I knew she had an…interesting past for a teenager. I turned as they came in, and signaled for them to both take a seat. Logan did, but Alex remained standing. Oh, it's the little rebellions that mean so much. I looked at them. How much they were alike, it was a wonder they didn't see it. They were both cross-armed, with the same look on their faces.

"Alex?" I asked her.

"Yes?" She replied uncertainly.

"Give me the dog tag please." I said in a calm voice.

"No." She said simply. How unnatural. It wasn't attached to her skin, and there was something more than just defiance in her voice. There was the smallest hint of fear in her eye, and they glazed over, as if recounting on an old memory. No, I must not invade her mind. That would be highly rude. Yet, whatever she was thinking, she had to let out at one point. She had a heart and people could only stand so much before breaking down. She couldn't have this memory…the dog tag… burden her, weighing her down forever. Also, I was curious to know what this child had been through. Oh, she was a tough one. Inside though, I don't think she's all that tough. She's lost and confused.

"Why not, child?" I inquired.

"Because it's mine." She replied sternly.

"You'll get it back." I said soothingly.

"You're not getting it in the first place." She replied.

"Why not?" I asked again.

"I told you. It's mine." She replied.

"It's not yours. You stole it. Or someone stole it and gave it to you." Logan said angrily to Alex.

"No, I didn't steal it. My dad gave it to me." Alex lied. Well, the fact that she didn't steal it was the truth. The part where he 'gave' it to her is an extension of the truth.

"Yea, like hell he did. Give it back." Logan said, getting up.

"Peace, Logan. She doesn't know who her father is yet." I said. Alex gave me a look and opened her mouth to speak.

Alex POV

I don't know who my father is? So I don't know the man who killed my friends and who died by my own hands. I didn't know he lived in a trailer and beat my mom. And I DEFINITELY didn't know he looked identical to me and had a child who was 'lost' at birth around the time I was born. This professor guy just tipped me over the edge. I wasn't going to spill my feelings…my history with the annoying idiot (aka Logan) around. Then Logan left. That professor guy must have told him to beat it. So he did expect me to tell him. Well, I was going to give him something to process in that old bald head of his.

"I know who my father was. Yes, who he WAS. I killed him. Are ya happy now? No, I ain't just some cold blooded killer. Do you think it is easy to see all you searched for…lived for taken away from you in an instant? The blood. My best friend's blood in a pool around him, dampening the grass. My mom's head smashed against the concrete walkway. The gun. …One of my friends was shot, and his head fell into the cake, revealing my birthday present. You know what it was? A Swiss army knife. I was young. Innocent! Why me? Because my dad was crazy. He tried to shoot me too, but it missed. Good thing he was an alcoholic and drunk at the time… All the screaming from the little children and the moms… That's when I toughened up and decided he wasn't going to kill anymore. I got the gun from him as he was strangling one of my friends' mom, and I shot him in the back of the head. The lawn was a bloodbath. Then I heard the sirens. None were left alive, save me. And that was because of chance. Ya know what I did then? I ran. Ran for my life, ran because of fear and anger. I was so confused, I didn't know what to think. The dog tag is the only thing he ever gave me. And I'm not going to give it up for the world because it tells me I once belonged to someone. I had a family after all. Are you happy? Now you know my happy story, let's go say it to the world!" I said with anger, memory and sarcasm.

The professor just stared at me. This was killing me. What was he thinking now? I heard a glass bottle drop, and turned to see Logan standing there. He had dropped his beer and was standing there, staring at me with wide eyes. Great, now Dogbreath knew.

"Do you still think it's better not knowing your past, Logan?" the professor asked quietly, whatever that meant. I had enough, and walked out of the room. Out of the mansion, I went. I traveled up to the mountain and sat on the rock, smoking. (Timeskip a few hours) By now it was late, and I fell asleep there. I had a dream about Thorn fighting me and killing me. His face showed such cruelty and insanity. I woke with a start, sweat on my neck.

I turned to see a figure there, getting off a motorcycle. There was no use running, so I just sat there, curling next to the rock like the little existentialist kid I was. Well, part of me. He walked up to me, sitting on a nearby rock. I could smell him now, and knew it was Logan. Great. Why was that furball here? He wasn't the best person to send to fetch someone. And the professor knew we weren't exactly best friends. He had heard my story. Well, that's embarrassing. This was a rare time when I had my shield down.

"What do you want?" I mumbled, not looking at him.

"What makes you think I want something?" He asked back.

"You're here." I said.

"It's a free world. I can go where I want." Logan replied.

"So go away." I said, scooting as far away from him as I could, still next to my rock.

"No." He replied, looking at me.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because something here is mine." Logan said.

"I told you, the dog tag is mine. Could you let it go?" I asked, getting angry.

"You're right and wrong at the same time. But I wasn't talking about only the dog tag." He replied calmly.

"What if…what if I told you your dad wasn't dead?" He asked, looking at his shoes.

"Shoot, why didn't you tell me? It still don't make me feel better, but we gotta go and warn some-"

"No, I don't mean Logan Davis. I mean your real dad." Logan cut me off. What? Logan Davis was my real dad…wasn't he? What did Dogbreath know about me? Oh wait, he knew half my life in a nutshell. He knew what I told the professor. Still, he shouldn't be talking about my dad like that.

"Logan Davis is my real dad, idiot." I said.

"Not quite. I…I have to show you something. But you have to promise you won't run away." He said. What was so important he'd need me not to run away? I couldn't make any promises. Not now. Probably not ever. I wasn't to be trusted. I made that my rule.

"I don't care. Just leave." I said.

"No, I have to tell you. The truth is, I'm yo-" He started to say. Then everything went black.

Logan POV

Shoot, I was too busy talking, I didn't notice the footsteps. It all happened so fast. Suddenly Alex was there, ignoring me, then she was gone. What had happened? I smelled Mystique. But now she was nowhere to be found. I jumped up, ready for a battle, but nobody was there. My kid had been abducted. Yea, I was admitting it again. She was mine and she didn't even know it. I had to get her back. I ran back to the mansion to get the professor to tell me where they were headed. When I threw open the doors, I accidentally knocked Damion down. Oops. Well, there were more pressing matters at hand. I ran to the professor and told him about the situation. He went to the Cerebro and started searching for her. I paced outside the room. Why was it taking so long? He came back out, saying he couldn't track her or the Brotherhood. What? Where could they be? And why wasn't it working?

I paced, and hit a vase from the side table on the way to my room. It shattered. I hit my fist against the wall. The Brotherhood always messed up life for me and the X-men. Did they think life was some kind of game? I had to get Alex back. I had to finish what I was going-" to say. Damion walked to my room and knocked on the door. "Hey, I just wanted to ask he started to say, but I cut him off.

"You! You can teleport, right? Go teleport to Alex. Take me there." I said, shaking him. His eyes were wide and he stuttered that he'd have to know the place, not person. "TRY!" I basically screamed at him. He closed his eyes tightly and we were teleported into a dark room. There was Alex, lying on a stone table There were straps on her arms and legs, and needles on a cart. This was an interesting form of torture. Unless… No, he must not be giving her- I was thrown back against the ceiling.

"It was nice of you to join us, Logan. Yes, I gave her the serum. There's a new way of giving it. A more powerful way, might I add. It goes in the bloodstream, not back of the neck. It's more effective. You're just in time. You get to watch me do it." Magneto said. "And yes, we stole it from those fools down at the FOH," he added. Damion teleported away to get help. His black eyes were wide with fear. I only hoped that he found Beast and Storm.

"Better yet, let's have you kill her. I daresay I like that idea more." Magneto said, waving his arm. I was forced to walk toward her. I did my best to resist. I couldn't… I was so close, I was almost about to slice her. Please, oh please… I was close enough to slice her. There was a hand on my shoulder, and Alex disappeared from my vision. I was back at the mansion. But Alex wasn't back. I turned to Damion and yelled at him, watching him wince at the sound of my voice until the Professor came in and told me that it wasn't his fault, and they'd get her back, but when Magneto was away. I stalked to my bedroom and slammed the door.

Damion POV

I…I didn't try to mess up. I knew the objective was to get Alex. But if I had stayed another second, we would have been burnt to a crisp by Pyro. And now they had Alex. And it was too late to go back now. I felt horrible. It was like death, having to leave her there. And then, to make things worse, Logan yelled at me. Usually I'd be fine with this, but it was my fault his daughter was not here at the mansion. I panicked. It's a wonder we came out alive at all. Yet, it wasn't a satisfying thought. I went to my bedroom and lay on the bed. I hope my Juliet was alright. Back to Shakespeare, are we? Lillith asked in my head, and I threw a pillow at her, whapping her straight in the face while she stood in the doorway. She cried and ran away. I sighed. I closed my door and went to sleep, giving into the nightmares waiting for me.

The alarms went off, and a flashing red light spun in the hallway. Damion ran into a room, breaking cage doors. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve! There were supposed to be fifteen…where were the others? He ran through the halls, kicking down doors. There were scientists with tranquilizer guns and shots. He teleported past them to the others, and kicked the scientists down from behind. He couldn't teleport all of them, being new to the craft, and instead ran toward the exit. One of the girls in the group fell behind. It was too late to go back. The look on her face when they were forced to leave her…The sadness and confusion…the innocence.

I woke up with a start and tried to shake the memory. It was a consistent dream of mine. I had to get the memory out of my mind. I went to the place and brought back Alex. Something was peculiar though. There were no Brotherhood goons to fight, nor any alarms or even a sensor. I couldn't sense a pulse, and brought her to the medical ward for them to restart her heart. I waited in fear. What if they couldn't restart her heart? Logan came in, talking to me. He thanked me for getting her and such.

In mid-sentence, we heard a seemingly angelic voice say, "Time to die." We turned around to see Alex, armed, stepping out of the medical ward bed. Shoot. She was pointing the guns at us.

((Alright, sorry it took forever. This summer is about to get busy, so I may not reply in a while. I wrote this much because I felt bad. I'm sorry it goes a little fast….R&R))