Setting: Logan's
For
some unknown reason, I always get this nice warm, tingly feeling when I come to
Logan's. I don't whether it comes from
the knowledge that in a few minutes I get to see him, the fact that he
semi-understands me, or that he's always happy to see me. And I do mean always. Ever since he got his legs back, he's been
unbelievably happy. But I have to
admit; I'm kind of bummed out about this whole walking dealio. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that he
can walk now, and that it's 'cause of my blood—at least something good came
from Manticore—I just kind of thought that…Oh, I don't know what I thought. I just wish something would change. I need a sign; I mean we shared a
dream. How much more connected do we
need to be? But then again, am I really
ready for a change?
I
start to pick the lock on the door, but then change my mind and opt for
knocking. After all, I have cost him a
lot of locks here lately.
"Hey,"
he smiles as he opens the door. "Glad
you could make it."
"Well,
you know not every girl in the city gets calls from Mr. Eyes Only. 'Sides, I thought maybe you might have some
culinary masterpiece lying around somewhere."
"There's
some leftover chicken from last night, we can heat that up in a minute. I want to show you something," he says
dragging me inside and shutting the door.
I
follow him into his computer room, "So what's the dealio?"
"I
think you might want to sit down, Max."
"Yes,
sir," I mockingly reply and I sit down on the chair beside of him.
"I
found something," he begins. "I really
don't know how to tell you this Max, but I found your parents."
"What?" I jump up from my chair and begin pacing the
room. This is what you wanted. You told him to find them for you. Now what are you going to do? What if they don't like you?
"Max,
are you okay? I thought this is what
you wanted."
I
feel Logan wrap his arms around me, halting my pacing. Funny, I didn't even hear him get
up. "This is what I wanted,
want. It's just that…Are you really
sure you found them?"
"I
wouldn't get your hopes up like that if I wasn't a hundred percent
certain. Sebastian and I made a DNA
profiling program a couple weeks ago.
We designed it to extract your human DNA and then find suitable matches
in the database. It turned up a match
this morning. Sebastian hacked into the
government files to secure whatever they had on the matches, and viola. Isn't this great news? I may have to borrow money off you now."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Come
on, let's go in the kitchen. I'll
reheat that chicken from the other night, and we'll talk while we eat."
He
gently leads me into the kitchen, and pulls out a chair for me to sit in while
he prepares our meal. I know he's
talking to me about something and I'm supposed to be listening, but…He found my
parents. I have a family, a mother and
a father.
"Hey,
Max." He asks coming around the counter
and kneeling in front of me, "Did you hear what I just said?"
"Sorry,
Logan. My brain went on a little
vacation there for a minute."
"No
problem. I was just telling you what I
know about your parents." He says,
smiling at my dazed look.
Logan stands back
up and picks up our plates setting one down in front of me and then another
beside of me. This is a first,
usually we're sitting across from one another. "So what were you saying?"
He laughs and
pours some wine into our glasses, "I was saying that I really don't have that
much on their lives now, but I can tell you all about their life before the
pulse." Taking a sip of wine he
continues, "You see, your parents were with the FBI. They were partners for about eight years. Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully."
"So what happened,
that I came into being."
"Well, Agent
Scully was abducted, and then returned minus her eggs. A few years later while having brain
surgery, someone extracted Agent Mulder's sperm. They were immediately combined with Agent Scully's eggs and
then…" Logan trails off looking at me.
"I was created," I
say softly.
"Yes."
Logan knows that I
can't talk right now. I may be a
genetically engineered soldier, but even I have to shut down sometimes. This is definitely one of those times. We finish our meal in relatively
companionable silence, and then we retire to the living room. I sink down into the middle of the couch and
Logan sits down in the corner. He grabs
my legs and pulls them up into his lap.
At my shocked look he replies, "It's a relaxation method. I'm going to give you a foot rub."
"A foot rub? Isn't that something someone does for a
pregnant woman?"
"Not always," he
says and removes my boots. "I have the
address."
"What?"
"So you can go
meet them," he continues, as he rubs my feet.
Meet them? I can't go meet them. What do I say, hi you don't know who I am
but I'm your daughter? I was created in
a laboratory then shipped to a secret facility in Wyoming called Manticore
where I was trained to be a soldier. "I
don't think I can meet them Logan."
"You don't have to
go alone," he tells me as he reaches over and cups my face making me look at
him.
"You gonna go with
me. Hold my hand."
"Whatever you
need."
I mull this
response over in my mind, "Tell me about them."
He drops his hand from
my face and I immediately miss the contact, but then he resumes rubbing my
feet. "Let's see, Agent Mulder is an
Oxford trained psychologist. He was the
golden boy at the FBI while he was in violent crimes. Then he started looking into paranormal behavior, unexplained
phenomena, conspiracy theories. He
called them the X-Files. He was
obsessed with finding his little sister, Samantha, she had been abducted while
he was babysitting her. Anyway, the FBI
wanted to close down the X-Files and get rid of Mulder, so they sent Agent
Scully down to debunk his work. Turns
out though, that she saved him. Scully
became Mulder's one redeeming quality.
Took them eight years to figure out how they felt about each other,
though. They got married shortly after
their son was born."
"Son? I thought you said Scully lost all of her
eggs."
"Miracles do
happen," Logan replies smiling at me.
Yeah, they do
Logan. You're a miracle to me. "Are you really serious about goin' with
me?" I ask uncertainly.
"I told you I'll
do whatever you need."
"When can we
leave?"
