Sorry this has been a long time coming, okay? I've been busy with other
fics, and X-Mas, and stuff.
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It had been all the business with Ororo that had meant Logan had been too busy to remember what had happened, and yet, at the same time, it was the business with Ororo that had reminded him. It had all happened, as far as he remembered, around nine months ago...
Logan KNEW he should know his limits with drink by now. But no. There was that woman. That woman who'd been buying him drinks. It was her fault. He never got so drunk when he was paying. He'd been telling her all about him, about the institute, and probably a whole lot more than he should be telling some random woman he picked up in a bar. So yes, she knew where he lived. And he also knew where she lived, because he'd been to her flat.
Damn.
Why, Logan wondered, did these things happen to him? Why did he have to accept the drinks? Why did he have to go with her back to her flat? It was obvious though really. Logan did enjoy free drink, and by the time he'd gone back to her place, he was far too drunk to stagger all the way back home. These things happened to him, he thought with a groan, because he was an easy target. If you were female, not too ugly and you threw a few free drinks at him, he'd be in your flat in a couple of hours. Or, in Ororo's case, on the sofa back home with her.
If he could remember where the flat was, he could... well no, he couldn't do much at all. What was there to do? He couldn't remember where it was anyway, and if he did he couldn't go round there and blame her for dumping a baby on his doorstep, because it was possible it wasn't hers. It was even possible it was hers and not his.
Xavier was in his office with Alexandria, singing to her. Logan wanted to laugh. He'd never heard Xavier singing, and certainly not while he was sober. He looked up as Logan pushed the door open.
"Oh, hello Logan," he said cheerfully.
"Er..." said Logan. "Can I... can I hold it?" Her, he reminded himself. Her.
Xavier didn't seem to notice Logan's mistake and handed the baby over.
She was heavier than Logan expected, but she was gurgling happily. She huddled up close to him. It was easier than Logan had first thought, and he gently let her rest in his arms, supporting her head so it didn't loll backwards. Now, he thought, I can look at her and with one glance I can assure myself that she isn't mine.
He saw a pair of familiar eyes staring back at him, and the hair colour was like his, only a shade or two darker. And --oh, bummer-- she had her daddy's nose. She wasn't going to thank him for that when she was older.
Logan nearly dropped her. This was his child. Alexandria Lyndsey Marie was his. It was suddenly so obvious; he didn't know why anyone else hadn't noticed yet. But maybe if he never said anything, no one else would ever know.
"Are you all right, Logan?" Xavier asked. He'd seen the shock on his face, seen him nearly drop the baby. And he was psychic, after all. He wasn't going to go probing Logan's mind to find out, but there was clearly something going on.
"Oh, yeah, great," Logan lied.
The professor held back, knowing Logan would tell him when he was ready. "She's just about ready for another feeding, I think," he said. Being able to read minds was very useful whenever Alexandria wanted anything. "Perhaps you'd like to do it?"
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It had been all the business with Ororo that had meant Logan had been too busy to remember what had happened, and yet, at the same time, it was the business with Ororo that had reminded him. It had all happened, as far as he remembered, around nine months ago...
Logan KNEW he should know his limits with drink by now. But no. There was that woman. That woman who'd been buying him drinks. It was her fault. He never got so drunk when he was paying. He'd been telling her all about him, about the institute, and probably a whole lot more than he should be telling some random woman he picked up in a bar. So yes, she knew where he lived. And he also knew where she lived, because he'd been to her flat.
Damn.
Why, Logan wondered, did these things happen to him? Why did he have to accept the drinks? Why did he have to go with her back to her flat? It was obvious though really. Logan did enjoy free drink, and by the time he'd gone back to her place, he was far too drunk to stagger all the way back home. These things happened to him, he thought with a groan, because he was an easy target. If you were female, not too ugly and you threw a few free drinks at him, he'd be in your flat in a couple of hours. Or, in Ororo's case, on the sofa back home with her.
If he could remember where the flat was, he could... well no, he couldn't do much at all. What was there to do? He couldn't remember where it was anyway, and if he did he couldn't go round there and blame her for dumping a baby on his doorstep, because it was possible it wasn't hers. It was even possible it was hers and not his.
Xavier was in his office with Alexandria, singing to her. Logan wanted to laugh. He'd never heard Xavier singing, and certainly not while he was sober. He looked up as Logan pushed the door open.
"Oh, hello Logan," he said cheerfully.
"Er..." said Logan. "Can I... can I hold it?" Her, he reminded himself. Her.
Xavier didn't seem to notice Logan's mistake and handed the baby over.
She was heavier than Logan expected, but she was gurgling happily. She huddled up close to him. It was easier than Logan had first thought, and he gently let her rest in his arms, supporting her head so it didn't loll backwards. Now, he thought, I can look at her and with one glance I can assure myself that she isn't mine.
He saw a pair of familiar eyes staring back at him, and the hair colour was like his, only a shade or two darker. And --oh, bummer-- she had her daddy's nose. She wasn't going to thank him for that when she was older.
Logan nearly dropped her. This was his child. Alexandria Lyndsey Marie was his. It was suddenly so obvious; he didn't know why anyone else hadn't noticed yet. But maybe if he never said anything, no one else would ever know.
"Are you all right, Logan?" Xavier asked. He'd seen the shock on his face, seen him nearly drop the baby. And he was psychic, after all. He wasn't going to go probing Logan's mind to find out, but there was clearly something going on.
"Oh, yeah, great," Logan lied.
The professor held back, knowing Logan would tell him when he was ready. "She's just about ready for another feeding, I think," he said. Being able to read minds was very useful whenever Alexandria wanted anything. "Perhaps you'd like to do it?"