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A/N: Thank you Xiowolfe and Firegirl1 for your reviews! And yes Firegirl1, Logan has a kid. Lol. (Both in my story and in the comic universe.) Thanks again you guy for your reviews!

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Logan pulled the crumpled picture out from his pants pocket and sighed at the happy faces he saw there. His wife was holding their newborn son who had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes, Max was clutching to her leg a shy smile playing on his lips not quite reaching his large brown eyes.

Flipping over onto his stomach he pulled out an envelope from underneath his pillow.

 "Love letters from home, Runt?" Came a deep raspy voice.

Logan scowled shoving both the picture and envelope back under his pillow, "What do you want, Creed?" He growled swinging his legs over the edge of the bunk bed he sat on and jumped off.

Creed, also known as Sabertooth to some of the other soldiers, snickered as he cracked his knuckles, "This war is long from over Runt." He sneered brushing past Logan and out the door.  

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 'Dear Logan,

  Something is going on, something strange and I'm not sure what to do.

 I'm scared.'

Ripley set her pencil sown on the table and sighed with frustration, what could she tell Logan without getting him worried?

 'Well not much,' She thought to herself running a hand through her hair, 'This is the fourth note this week,' She stared glumly at the letter on the table written with cut out letters from a magazine, 'Maybe I should call the police…'

 She startled at the sound of crying and sighed, Luke was up from his nap.

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Present

The building was fairly new looking with bushes, flowers, and trees planted here and there. Logan looked down at the paper with the address on it for the third time and sat it down on the passenger seat as he climbed out of his truck. He walked up the sidewalk to the doors and walked inside finding himself in a lobby very much like the last place he had been to before. A man sat at the desk looking through some files while jotting things down, he looked up when Logan walked in and smiled.

 "How can I help you?" He asked setting down the files and folded his hands over them.

 :"I'm looking fer my son, he was adopted several months ago while I was away… on business."

The man quirked an eyebrow, "Business?" He asked slowly.

 Logan sighed shaking his head, "Look bub," He growled, "I just recently got back from being in the middle of a war. And come to find out my family has all been murdered, my son is all I have left!" He slammed his hands down on the desk causing the man to jump and stare at him wide eyed, "Please help me get 'im back."

 "I-I'll see what I can do." The man said shakily moving over to his computer.

After finding out all the necessary information the secretary came up with a name and address where the boy was.

 He looked up at Logan and sighed, "You're going to have to go to court, and they'll settle things there. Until then I cannot give you this information, but I will inform the family of what's going on."

 Logan nodded, "Thanks." He said softly then turned and left the building.

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1 Year 2 Months Earlier

  Three Days Left

Ripley stared down at the paper, she felt numb with fear as she shoved the paper into her pocket and quickly retreated back into the house. Setting down the mail a familiar style of writing caught her eye and she carefully picked up the letter and smiled.

 "Logan…" She whispered pulling open the flap of the envelope and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

 'Dear Ripley,

Hey darlin', the war's ending soon. We're close, so very close and they're saying we should be able to leave soon.

Maybe in a month or two. I can't wait to see you and the boys; I miss you all like crazy.

I promise I'll be home soon.

 Love,

Logan.'

She breathed in a wavy breath and wiped away the tears from her eyes. She read the date and nearly dropped the letter finding that it had been written over a month and a half ago. She sat it down on the table picking up the next letter finding it too was from Logan, this time with a recent date on it. She frowned reading over the letter, twice just to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. He couldn't come home; it'd be another 9 months. She slowly fell to her knees crying into her hands.

 "Mommy?" Came a soft voice followed by a light whimper, "Why are you crying? Is daddy coming home soon?"

Ripley looked up at her son and shook her head, "Not yet honey." She whispered then pulled him into a hug when his lower lip quivered.

 "I miss daddy!" He cried into her shoulder.

 Luke suddenly started crying from his crib in the other room, Ripley lifted up Max carrying him with her to where Luke was standing in his crib crying. Carefully she lifted him out of the crib with her other arm and sat down on the floor, together the three of them cried.

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