Chapter Two
Sheila stormed into her room. Her ever present anger and resentment for Logan had been brought to the surface. Why couldn't Remy have been their dad? He was fun and made an effort with them. Not like her actual father. He didn't give a shit. She didn't see how Devon could forgive him that.
Sheila clicked the TV on. Some kid was wailing for their dad and the dad came and picked her up.
Nothing like my dad. He was never there when I needed him. More often than not, it was mom or Remy that came when I screamed for daddy. Brooded Sheila.
She changed the channel and saw two ecstatic children opening Christmas presents as their parents looked on. Sheila once again changed the channel.
Nothing good was on so after ten minutes, Sheila gave up and turned the TV off. She sighed, frustratedly, trying to decide what to do.
Eventually, she decided to go kick the crap outta' something in the danger room. She left her room and walked down the hallway.
Sheila turned a corner and headed for the closed door of the danger room. When she was no more than seven feet away, it opened and none other than Logan stepped out.
Sheila's face turned stony.
" Hey, Sheila." Logan tried, forcing joy into his voice when he didn't really feel it.
His daughter said nothing but glared at him and roughly brushed by.
Logan sighed and turned to see the danger room door slam in his face.
Later that day, all of the X-men were gathered in the control box above the danger room. All of them, that is, except Sheila. Sheila was in the danger room, waiting for her holographic teammate opponent to appear.
Xavier sat in front of the control panel and punched in a number that would activate one of the holograms. He'd forgotten that that number was Wolverine's.
Sheila saw her father appear in front of her and started. He lunged at her and she, with anyone else, would have dodged and and slammed them into the floor. But with Wolverine, she couldn't, she just stood there. Even with all her pent up anger, she couldn't hit him, couldn't hurt her father.
When the hologram hit her, she flew back from the force and was slammed into the far wall. Pain shot through her entire back yet she still didn't attack. But the hologram kept coming.
" Are you fuckin' crazy, Charlie? You put her in there with my hologram?!! It'll fucking kill her!" Raved Logan, watching as his holographic self slammed Sheila into the wall.
" I am deeply sorry Logan. I had not realised-" Started the Professor. Logan cut him off.
" Turn it off!!!" He ordered.
" Logan, I'm sorry, I can't we have to shut it off manually from inside the danger room. Logan!"
But Logan was already gone. He raced down the stairs and into the hallway. He pulled at the handle of the danger room door and it didn't budge. Popping his claws, he sliced through the door and ran into the danger room.
The holographic Wolverine was beating on Sheila and, with a cry of rage, Logan tackled it.
The two Wolverine's then began fighting, real against fake. The real Logan won in a matter of minutes, fueled by rage. Sheila lay in a corner and Logan ran over to her. Gently, he held her in his arms as she began to cry. From pain or fear Logan didn't know but he simply held her, wanting her to know that he was there.
Jean ran over and told Logan to bring her to the medlab. Logan nodded and gently picked up his still sobbing daughter and carried her through the halls with the rest of the X-men in tow.
Partway to the medlab, Sheila passed out.