Snowflake
by Starsinger
I write this fully aware of Marvel's plans on bringing back Piotr's little sister, and I cringe at what horrors they might inflict on this poor child. So, I'll write my own version, in my twin drabbles universe. I fully blame Author376 whose "Stolen Child" was the other inspiration for this, hope you don't mind. No, still don't own them.
Logan walked out of the front door, the morning sunshine shining down on the rather large amount of cars littering the front drive, lawn, and back lawn, it seemed to have stopped at the cemetery, lake, and gardens. He laughed silently, how two little girls could cause such an uproar wasn't a mystery, it just blew the mind. A familiar scent filled his nostrils, one he hadn't smelled since the beginning the Legacy Virus tragedy. Charles! he called telepathically, get Peter down here! Logan came across the small body huddled near the cemetery, Make sure he brings a blanket! It smelled like her, it looked like her, it had to be her.
Logan heard Peter and Kurt crashing across the lawn toward him, Mary Jane and Ororo steps behind him. "Snowflake?" he heard Peter whisper. Ororo took the blanket from his hands and she and Mary Jane gently wrapped the girl up. Peter picked her up, she was older, when she had died she was seven, now she appeared to be eleven. They hurried back to the mansion where Hank met him, "Where's Kitty?" he asked anxiously.
"Downstairs tuning the Medbay computers," came the answer. "Let's get her down there, it'll answer the important questions." They got her into a hospital gown and Hank examined her. "It's Ilyana, all right," he told her anxious brother. "The filters we put in place to detect clones comes up clean. We just need to wait for her to wake up."
Ilyana's eyes blinked open as she took in the sight of her brother, "Piotr?" she asked. They watched as he gathered her up into his arms and started to cry. No one looked embarrassed, no one looked around. She started to jabber at him in Russian. He laughed as he replied making sure she knew she was home and safe.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get Xavier's crash course in Russian," Hank said. "What did she say?"
A voice sounded behind her, "She's asking what's for dinner, she's hungry." They turned to find Kitty stand there, unabashed tears sliding down her cheeks. "I wonder if the Professor can give her a crash course in English, she's old enough."
"Katya!" the girl cried, holding out her arms. Kitty welcomed the hug as Hank declared her fit to be taken up to their rooms. Kitty sat gingerly in a nearby chair, Ilyana noticed her barely held wince, "What's wrong, Katya, are you injured?"
"Well, no, I'm not, let's just say, you're not the only little girl named Ilyana here," Peter laughed at the delicate way Kitty tried to put it.
Comprehension dawned on the girl's face, "I'm an Aunt?" She squealed, "I have a niece?!"
Kitty smiled at her, "Why don't we go meet them?" Ilyana's eyes became huge as she realized the plural in the statement.
Ilyana stared at the contents of the crib. The twins had eaten recently and were sleeping. Lockheed had taken one look at her and came nose to nose with her. They knew it was Snowflake when he blew a heart shaped smoke ring at her, making the girl clap with delight. Peter smiled with contentment, "If she's back, do you think Moira will be far behind?" he asked.
"I hope so," Kitty said softly. "We could sure use her help right now. I'll need to go shopping tomorrow. She can't wear hospital gowns all day." Another knock sounded at the door. Kitty opened it as more presents poured into the room. When Ilyana was found Susan Richards and Peter's Aunt May organized a shopping trip into town. Aided by both her own credit card and Joseph's own funds a full wardrobe was soon provided along with toys and other necessities an eleven year old would need. Ilyana squealed as she investigated her new clothes. Fortunately, the twins were fairly sound sleepers. Kitty and Peter watched in wonder and joy as the little girl very carefully hung up and folded her clothes.
Surprised they heard Ilyana pipe up, "I'm tired, I think I'll take a nap." She had changed into a pair of pajamas and had curled up in the spare bed. Lockheed, torn between the twins and Snowflake, finally gave up and curled up by the blonde head.
Amazed they turned back into the main room only find Xavier there, "I'm teaching her English in her sleep, she won't be asleep for more than a couple of hours."
They both nodded as Kitty went to the window to look out, it had been an amazing couple of days. She felt Peter wrap his arms around her shoulders and lay a kiss on the top of her head, she closed her eyes and laid her hands on his folded forearms. She said a silent prayer that Moira would indeed return to them as well.
When Ilyana awoke the twins were wide awake and burbling at their parents. Kitty talked to Moira as an adult, not really bothering with baby-talk. Peter hummed to Ilyana as she appeared to study her father's chiseled features. "May I hold them?" she asked tentatively in English. Peter motioned his sister over and carefully handed her namesake over. She sighed as the baby's blue eyes seemed to focus briefly on hers. She wandered over to look at the other twin who also seemed to study the young blonde before responding to her mother's voice with randomly waving arms.
"Welcome home, Snowflake," Kitty whispered.
Okay, borrowed the heart-shaped smoke ring from Madripoor Rose's "What If, Why Not". This is a bit longer than the usual drabble, just got a little inspired. Please R&R. Suggestions for future drabbles always welcome. I will research if not familiar with the character.