(Milana's POV)
Three days later and I was still making sure that no one besides Hank and the professor knew about their friend and teammate being my dad, aside from Kurt (duh). The professor was aware of my feelings about this, he told me so (I wondered how, I can't even get what I'm feeling about this whole mess), and it was easy to threaten Hank into silence, though I think it was unnecessary I wanted to make sure. Dad also was 'talked to', and he agreed that we should talk about some things before we alerted anyone else. This made me wonder what things, but after a bit it became clear. The 'things' were my mother and my past.
"Hov long vere you in Elington?" he asked, for what seemed to be the hundredth time. I was drifting off, trying to not think about it. Maybe about how funny it was when the students and other teachers heard me speak for the first time since I came to the school.
"Milana?" Dad looks at me and I realize I have to talk to him, this is not one of those times I can return to blessed silence.
"What? Oh, two and a half years," I mumbled. Dad seemed to think about this deeply, like he always did.
"Vot did you do before that?" he asked. Yuk, these were the things I really hated talking about.
"Slave, freak show animal, things like that." More thinking, Think, think, think; about what? Why was he always making me repeat things like this? The only thing he hasn't been able to ask about, though it's been clear he really wants to, is the night my life went to hell, the night my father died.
"Vot happened-" he stopped, damn he was close to asking it. I wanted him to but didn't at the same time; who really wants to talk about their mother dying?
Dad changed his question. "And you don't remember me from ven you vere little?" his eyes were filled with tears, this was getting much more serious than our other talks.
"Um, I don't really remember much except-, nothing. Never mind, I don't remember much of my childhood." If he didn't bring the night up, why should I? He nodded and then looked at the floor. I felt really guilty right then, I should have lied. I should have said of course, now that I remembered it was him all the happy memories were back, when we were a small family with a great father. But I didn't, I just sat there.
"Vell, don't stay up too late," Dad muttered distractedly. I nodded, though it was only 4 o clock and the sunlight was streaming through the window of my room. He got up off my bed and left, making me feel so lonely... Why did these things happen? My father as a good man, my mother had been so nice, no one should have to go through the things that happened to either of them.
~It's not your fault, and you should not have ever had to think about what happened to you. It's not your fault~ Yeah, there was the professor again. He had often sent me little note like this after the talks with dad, they helped somewhat.
~thank you professor, how are you doing?~
~He doesn't blame you for what happened~ Oh shit, I wish he hadn't said that. I can deal with most things, even now, while the school was being rebuilt and I was remembering and learning more about my past, I have been able to deal. But though I told myself that I had nothing to do with what happened that night so long ago... I never believed it, I probably never will.
I felt the professor close the connection and I sat on my bed, buried my face in my pillow, and prepared to have a nice long cry.
(Kurt's POV)
Vy couldn't I mention it? Vy couldn't I bring up the night I lost my vife and child? She vos vaiting for me to ask about it, that vos clear, but I didn't. I almost did, but I didn't.
I thought God had been so angry vith me to take avay my home and family, I think now he vos testing me, and I may have passed; he did send my daughter back to me. But I vos still unable to talk about Mystery, Maria, my vife, the voman I loved and still love.
"Hey, elf!" Logan called as I valked down the corridor. I don't knov vy he calls me 'elf', though I don't mind.
"Yes? Hov are you?" I said politely. I didn't really vont to talk, but I believe in manners and that your friends should never be ignored.
"I got a bone teh pick with you," Logan said. I blinked.
"About vot?" I asked. There vos nothing I could think of that ve needed to talk about, but Logan is a strange man, vo often keeps things under cover unless it becomes too much to handle, and then he is very reluctant to talk about it, most of the time.
"What's up with you and Milana? You're always talkin to her privately and you seem so upset lately." This is not the Logan I knov, the usual Logan vould not 'give a shit about nothin', in his ovn vords. He vould not make a comment like this to anyone, especially not me.
"Nothing, she is feeling upset about the attacks," I lied, knoving Milana did not vont others to knov about our connection.
"Tell me the truth, elf," Logan said in a warning voice.
"I did, she vos upset," I said defensively. Logan grovled but then stomped off, agitated but not pressing me for the truth he knev I vos hiding. I felt guilty for not being truthful to Logan, but not enough to break my promise to Milana.
(NPOV)
"Hiding somethin, pesky little elf," Logan grumbled, marching down the hallways he finally spotted the purple furred girl up ahead of him, and he hurried to catch up.
"Hello Mr. Logan," Milana said politely, looking away.
"Don't hi me, kid," he growled, but he was slightly taken aback. She was a mess, her facial fur was messed up, she had obviously tried to scrub off tears before she left her room. She also looked more exhausted than Logan had ever seen her, her tired eyes starring blankly at the floor.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"What's going on between you and Kurt?" he demanded. Milana looked blankly at him for a moment, and only seemed to realize what he was talking about a moment later.
"Nothing, the talks? I just, problems, you know, he's just been helping," she stuttered. Logan cocked an eyebrow and she mentally cursed, it was as clear that they were going to have know about her and Kurt and her as it was she was lying, and Logan seemed to be mad about it.
"You tell me right now, kid, or I'll..." he couldn't think of anything to threaten her with, so he just let it hang. Milana blinked and then decided. She was going to have to talk to her father about telling the others.
(Milana's POV)
I went in search of him and after half an hour finally found him in the kitchen, thankfully alone. He was eating some ice cream and looked up as I entered, opened the freezer, and got out the whole tub of chocolate, grabbed a soon, and sat down next to him. I never really liked having to go back for seconds. He smiled as I opened the ice cream and ate some.
"You are hungry?" he asked. I nodded, swallowed, and turned to face him.
"I think we need to tell the others," I said. He put down his spoon.
"Tell the others vot?" he asked. What do you mean "Tell the others vot"? I thought. Tell them you're my father!
"You know, that-" Suddenly he smiled again and cut me off.
"Maybe," he said. What the hell is wrong with him?!
"No, I think we should, it's important." I said, frowning. This guy was not acting like my father.
"Ok, but hov?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Call a meeting or something," I thought aloud. "You're an X Man, tell the professor to call a meeting, I don't know!"
"Alright, I vill," Dad said, standing up and putting away the bowl and spoon he left me very confused. That was not Kurt Wagner, that was strange.
"I knew it!" Suddenly Logan marched in from the outside, looking both shocked and pleased with himself.
"Knew what?" I asked. Is the whole school going nuts?
"You and Kurt are dating, aren't you?" he asked. What? Dating? I started to laugh and Logan looked slightly confused, he stopped smiling anyway.
"What? What's the matter with you?" he growled.
"We are not dating!" I said, really starting to crack up at the notion.
"Then why the meeting?" he asked.
"I'll tell you then Wolvie, you'll just have to wait." I said. Then I left him just as confused as Dad left me. I needed to figure out what Dad was doing and why Logan would have the crazy idea that Dad and I were dating... I started to giggle again thinking about it.
(Logan's POV)
I swear to god this whole fuckin place is absolutely insane.
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Wow, that took me a long, LONG time to update, lol. Well, I hope you enjoyed this little chapter. Not so little, but you know what I mean.
Well, review and I might post again soon,
-Ice Lynx
Three days later and I was still making sure that no one besides Hank and the professor knew about their friend and teammate being my dad, aside from Kurt (duh). The professor was aware of my feelings about this, he told me so (I wondered how, I can't even get what I'm feeling about this whole mess), and it was easy to threaten Hank into silence, though I think it was unnecessary I wanted to make sure. Dad also was 'talked to', and he agreed that we should talk about some things before we alerted anyone else. This made me wonder what things, but after a bit it became clear. The 'things' were my mother and my past.
"Hov long vere you in Elington?" he asked, for what seemed to be the hundredth time. I was drifting off, trying to not think about it. Maybe about how funny it was when the students and other teachers heard me speak for the first time since I came to the school.
"Milana?" Dad looks at me and I realize I have to talk to him, this is not one of those times I can return to blessed silence.
"What? Oh, two and a half years," I mumbled. Dad seemed to think about this deeply, like he always did.
"Vot did you do before that?" he asked. Yuk, these were the things I really hated talking about.
"Slave, freak show animal, things like that." More thinking, Think, think, think; about what? Why was he always making me repeat things like this? The only thing he hasn't been able to ask about, though it's been clear he really wants to, is the night my life went to hell, the night my father died.
"Vot happened-" he stopped, damn he was close to asking it. I wanted him to but didn't at the same time; who really wants to talk about their mother dying?
Dad changed his question. "And you don't remember me from ven you vere little?" his eyes were filled with tears, this was getting much more serious than our other talks.
"Um, I don't really remember much except-, nothing. Never mind, I don't remember much of my childhood." If he didn't bring the night up, why should I? He nodded and then looked at the floor. I felt really guilty right then, I should have lied. I should have said of course, now that I remembered it was him all the happy memories were back, when we were a small family with a great father. But I didn't, I just sat there.
"Vell, don't stay up too late," Dad muttered distractedly. I nodded, though it was only 4 o clock and the sunlight was streaming through the window of my room. He got up off my bed and left, making me feel so lonely... Why did these things happen? My father as a good man, my mother had been so nice, no one should have to go through the things that happened to either of them.
~It's not your fault, and you should not have ever had to think about what happened to you. It's not your fault~ Yeah, there was the professor again. He had often sent me little note like this after the talks with dad, they helped somewhat.
~thank you professor, how are you doing?~
~He doesn't blame you for what happened~ Oh shit, I wish he hadn't said that. I can deal with most things, even now, while the school was being rebuilt and I was remembering and learning more about my past, I have been able to deal. But though I told myself that I had nothing to do with what happened that night so long ago... I never believed it, I probably never will.
I felt the professor close the connection and I sat on my bed, buried my face in my pillow, and prepared to have a nice long cry.
(Kurt's POV)
Vy couldn't I mention it? Vy couldn't I bring up the night I lost my vife and child? She vos vaiting for me to ask about it, that vos clear, but I didn't. I almost did, but I didn't.
I thought God had been so angry vith me to take avay my home and family, I think now he vos testing me, and I may have passed; he did send my daughter back to me. But I vos still unable to talk about Mystery, Maria, my vife, the voman I loved and still love.
"Hey, elf!" Logan called as I valked down the corridor. I don't knov vy he calls me 'elf', though I don't mind.
"Yes? Hov are you?" I said politely. I didn't really vont to talk, but I believe in manners and that your friends should never be ignored.
"I got a bone teh pick with you," Logan said. I blinked.
"About vot?" I asked. There vos nothing I could think of that ve needed to talk about, but Logan is a strange man, vo often keeps things under cover unless it becomes too much to handle, and then he is very reluctant to talk about it, most of the time.
"What's up with you and Milana? You're always talkin to her privately and you seem so upset lately." This is not the Logan I knov, the usual Logan vould not 'give a shit about nothin', in his ovn vords. He vould not make a comment like this to anyone, especially not me.
"Nothing, she is feeling upset about the attacks," I lied, knoving Milana did not vont others to knov about our connection.
"Tell me the truth, elf," Logan said in a warning voice.
"I did, she vos upset," I said defensively. Logan grovled but then stomped off, agitated but not pressing me for the truth he knev I vos hiding. I felt guilty for not being truthful to Logan, but not enough to break my promise to Milana.
(NPOV)
"Hiding somethin, pesky little elf," Logan grumbled, marching down the hallways he finally spotted the purple furred girl up ahead of him, and he hurried to catch up.
"Hello Mr. Logan," Milana said politely, looking away.
"Don't hi me, kid," he growled, but he was slightly taken aback. She was a mess, her facial fur was messed up, she had obviously tried to scrub off tears before she left her room. She also looked more exhausted than Logan had ever seen her, her tired eyes starring blankly at the floor.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"What's going on between you and Kurt?" he demanded. Milana looked blankly at him for a moment, and only seemed to realize what he was talking about a moment later.
"Nothing, the talks? I just, problems, you know, he's just been helping," she stuttered. Logan cocked an eyebrow and she mentally cursed, it was as clear that they were going to have know about her and Kurt and her as it was she was lying, and Logan seemed to be mad about it.
"You tell me right now, kid, or I'll..." he couldn't think of anything to threaten her with, so he just let it hang. Milana blinked and then decided. She was going to have to talk to her father about telling the others.
(Milana's POV)
I went in search of him and after half an hour finally found him in the kitchen, thankfully alone. He was eating some ice cream and looked up as I entered, opened the freezer, and got out the whole tub of chocolate, grabbed a soon, and sat down next to him. I never really liked having to go back for seconds. He smiled as I opened the ice cream and ate some.
"You are hungry?" he asked. I nodded, swallowed, and turned to face him.
"I think we need to tell the others," I said. He put down his spoon.
"Tell the others vot?" he asked. What do you mean "Tell the others vot"? I thought. Tell them you're my father!
"You know, that-" Suddenly he smiled again and cut me off.
"Maybe," he said. What the hell is wrong with him?!
"No, I think we should, it's important." I said, frowning. This guy was not acting like my father.
"Ok, but hov?" he asked. I shrugged.
"Call a meeting or something," I thought aloud. "You're an X Man, tell the professor to call a meeting, I don't know!"
"Alright, I vill," Dad said, standing up and putting away the bowl and spoon he left me very confused. That was not Kurt Wagner, that was strange.
"I knew it!" Suddenly Logan marched in from the outside, looking both shocked and pleased with himself.
"Knew what?" I asked. Is the whole school going nuts?
"You and Kurt are dating, aren't you?" he asked. What? Dating? I started to laugh and Logan looked slightly confused, he stopped smiling anyway.
"What? What's the matter with you?" he growled.
"We are not dating!" I said, really starting to crack up at the notion.
"Then why the meeting?" he asked.
"I'll tell you then Wolvie, you'll just have to wait." I said. Then I left him just as confused as Dad left me. I needed to figure out what Dad was doing and why Logan would have the crazy idea that Dad and I were dating... I started to giggle again thinking about it.
(Logan's POV)
I swear to god this whole fuckin place is absolutely insane.
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Wow, that took me a long, LONG time to update, lol. Well, I hope you enjoyed this little chapter. Not so little, but you know what I mean.
Well, review and I might post again soon,
-Ice Lynx