Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men characters, but all of the
encounters I have come to with the X-Men have been the movie, not the comic
book.
Rogue and Bobby sat on the couch together with their hands liked loosely. The TV was on the news and they were mesmerized by what they saw. It was a young woman, probably in her early thirties, demonstrating against cruel treatment of mutants. They were mesmerized to see an actual human, or maybe more, to protest against cruel treatment. Ever since Alkali Lake, Rogue had lost her trust in humans. She appreciated the gesture, but she would probably be a mutant in the end.
"Hey you two! It's time to roll, we have an important mission for you," said Logan trying to break them apart. While standing there looking at them he noticed the woman on TV. Something about her struck him, what was it? "Who is that?"
"Bethany Logan, she is protesting the cruel treatment of mutants," Bobby said motioning towards the girl. "Isn't that weird, her last name is Logan and your first name is Logan?"
"Yeah, weird. Listen you guys have to help clean. You have kitchen duty Rogue and Bobby, you get the luck of bathroom duty," Logan said finally tearing his eyes away from the woman.
"Why do we have to help clean when all of the other kids don't have to?" said Rogue looking angrily at Logan.
"You're X-Men now, you have more duties than all of the other people," with that Logan left them to their chores. He walked up to Xavier's office and knocked quietly.
"Come in Logan," came a voice from the office.
Logan let himself in and saw the friendly man sitting there with a smile on his face, welcoming him in with all the happiness. "Xavier, there is a woman on the news. There is something about her that makes me want to remember something, but I can't place it, and get this her last name is Logan.
Xavier's smile faded and he turned his wheel chair to the window. He was deep I thought about whether he should tell Logan the truth or not. "She is coming to visit, you can ask her yourself."
"Just tell me who she is," said Logan as his temper rose.
"I do not take orders here Logan, she will want to tell you herself. In fact I think she is on her way in now," said Xavier, his face staying cool as he spoke to Logan as if he were a child.
Logan took off towards the door and standing there, talking to Storm was Bethany. She had long dark hair and dark eyes, but there was something more to her. She had a deep sadness in her eyes, as if she was looking for something and deep down she knew she would never find it. Something inside of Logan made him want to hug her, but he didn't know why. He slowly walked toward her and when she saw him her eyes started to well up with tears and her hands were against her mouth. Bethany started to breathe heavily and look Logan up and down, as if he were a ghost.
"I can't believe it's you! Oh Daddy!" with that she threw herself into his arms and Logan hugged her back. The sun surged through the window making the schools happy hallways seem brighter and friendlier.
"Daddy?" he said looking confusedly down at her. "What do you mean Daddy?"
Bethany walked back and looked at him cautiously, as if she had made a mistake and had hugged the wrong man. But it couldn't be anyone else; he was the spitting image of her father. He hadn't changed, but she knew it was her father it had to be. The bright light that had filled the room was now fading, until it was the same as it was, only gloomier.
"You're my father, you must be. You are the exact same as him. How can you not remember? You promised you would never forget!" Bethany looked him over again, in case there was something she hadn't noticed, something that wasn't her father. But he had to be; there was no doubt in her mind.
"I'm sorry you have to be mistaken, I don't have any children. Not that I know of anyway," Logan said looking at the pathetic girl.
Storm took the shoulder of the woman and led her to her room. Logan stood there as he saw her cry, but he couldn't be her father. He would at least remember that, wouldn't he?
Logan walked back to Xavier's office and saw him waiting for Logan.
"That woman is crazy, she thinks I'm her father. First off, she is my age. She can't be my daughter, unless I had a twin sister I the womb with me, or something. Which is too gross to think of so lets kick out that scenario. Second, you would have told me if I had a daughter, right?" Logan said starting to pace back and forth in front of Xavier.
"She is your daughter Logan. She holds the key to your past and perhaps your future. We told you, that because of your ability to be imune to anything it was impossible to decipher your age. She is your daughter, and you must speak to her," with that Xavier place his hand on his forehead. He was starting to feel tired recently, like he had lost sleep. Only he hadn't, ever since Alkali Lake, he had been sleeping well. Something inside of him knew that he wasn't well, but he didn't want to worry anyone else. If everyone worried, then nothing would get done.
Logan tried to take in the concept of a daughter, tried to remember something about her, but he couldn't. He went to find Storm, so she could tell him where Bethany was. She told him where to find her and he was off. When he walked into her room it was raining. The room was actually raining. In the thickness of the rain, he could see Bethany sitting on the bed crying as hard as the rain. That must have been her power; she controls the weather with her emotions.
"Some weather we're having here, huh?" he yelled trying to get her attention.
Bethany spun around and the rain started to let up. It was just a small shower now. He looked at the room and saw that nothing was wet, even he was not wet, but she was drenched.
"What do you want? I don't know you, remember?" she said coldly as the rain came down a little harder, and if possible made Bethany wetter.
"Please, can we talk? You might be able to answer some of my questions from my past. I can't remember, and if you tell me, we could piece the puzzles together," Logan said walking over to Bethany and holding her shoulder.
Bethany sighed and the rain let up. Her once wet clothes started to dry and her chestnut hair went back to its perfect style from earlier. She dried her eyes and the clouds that were hanging above her head looked as if they were wiped off too. "Your name is Adam Jones Logan. You were born in New York and raised there. That is where you met him..."
Rogue and Bobby sat on the couch together with their hands liked loosely. The TV was on the news and they were mesmerized by what they saw. It was a young woman, probably in her early thirties, demonstrating against cruel treatment of mutants. They were mesmerized to see an actual human, or maybe more, to protest against cruel treatment. Ever since Alkali Lake, Rogue had lost her trust in humans. She appreciated the gesture, but she would probably be a mutant in the end.
"Hey you two! It's time to roll, we have an important mission for you," said Logan trying to break them apart. While standing there looking at them he noticed the woman on TV. Something about her struck him, what was it? "Who is that?"
"Bethany Logan, she is protesting the cruel treatment of mutants," Bobby said motioning towards the girl. "Isn't that weird, her last name is Logan and your first name is Logan?"
"Yeah, weird. Listen you guys have to help clean. You have kitchen duty Rogue and Bobby, you get the luck of bathroom duty," Logan said finally tearing his eyes away from the woman.
"Why do we have to help clean when all of the other kids don't have to?" said Rogue looking angrily at Logan.
"You're X-Men now, you have more duties than all of the other people," with that Logan left them to their chores. He walked up to Xavier's office and knocked quietly.
"Come in Logan," came a voice from the office.
Logan let himself in and saw the friendly man sitting there with a smile on his face, welcoming him in with all the happiness. "Xavier, there is a woman on the news. There is something about her that makes me want to remember something, but I can't place it, and get this her last name is Logan.
Xavier's smile faded and he turned his wheel chair to the window. He was deep I thought about whether he should tell Logan the truth or not. "She is coming to visit, you can ask her yourself."
"Just tell me who she is," said Logan as his temper rose.
"I do not take orders here Logan, she will want to tell you herself. In fact I think she is on her way in now," said Xavier, his face staying cool as he spoke to Logan as if he were a child.
Logan took off towards the door and standing there, talking to Storm was Bethany. She had long dark hair and dark eyes, but there was something more to her. She had a deep sadness in her eyes, as if she was looking for something and deep down she knew she would never find it. Something inside of Logan made him want to hug her, but he didn't know why. He slowly walked toward her and when she saw him her eyes started to well up with tears and her hands were against her mouth. Bethany started to breathe heavily and look Logan up and down, as if he were a ghost.
"I can't believe it's you! Oh Daddy!" with that she threw herself into his arms and Logan hugged her back. The sun surged through the window making the schools happy hallways seem brighter and friendlier.
"Daddy?" he said looking confusedly down at her. "What do you mean Daddy?"
Bethany walked back and looked at him cautiously, as if she had made a mistake and had hugged the wrong man. But it couldn't be anyone else; he was the spitting image of her father. He hadn't changed, but she knew it was her father it had to be. The bright light that had filled the room was now fading, until it was the same as it was, only gloomier.
"You're my father, you must be. You are the exact same as him. How can you not remember? You promised you would never forget!" Bethany looked him over again, in case there was something she hadn't noticed, something that wasn't her father. But he had to be; there was no doubt in her mind.
"I'm sorry you have to be mistaken, I don't have any children. Not that I know of anyway," Logan said looking at the pathetic girl.
Storm took the shoulder of the woman and led her to her room. Logan stood there as he saw her cry, but he couldn't be her father. He would at least remember that, wouldn't he?
Logan walked back to Xavier's office and saw him waiting for Logan.
"That woman is crazy, she thinks I'm her father. First off, she is my age. She can't be my daughter, unless I had a twin sister I the womb with me, or something. Which is too gross to think of so lets kick out that scenario. Second, you would have told me if I had a daughter, right?" Logan said starting to pace back and forth in front of Xavier.
"She is your daughter Logan. She holds the key to your past and perhaps your future. We told you, that because of your ability to be imune to anything it was impossible to decipher your age. She is your daughter, and you must speak to her," with that Xavier place his hand on his forehead. He was starting to feel tired recently, like he had lost sleep. Only he hadn't, ever since Alkali Lake, he had been sleeping well. Something inside of him knew that he wasn't well, but he didn't want to worry anyone else. If everyone worried, then nothing would get done.
Logan tried to take in the concept of a daughter, tried to remember something about her, but he couldn't. He went to find Storm, so she could tell him where Bethany was. She told him where to find her and he was off. When he walked into her room it was raining. The room was actually raining. In the thickness of the rain, he could see Bethany sitting on the bed crying as hard as the rain. That must have been her power; she controls the weather with her emotions.
"Some weather we're having here, huh?" he yelled trying to get her attention.
Bethany spun around and the rain started to let up. It was just a small shower now. He looked at the room and saw that nothing was wet, even he was not wet, but she was drenched.
"What do you want? I don't know you, remember?" she said coldly as the rain came down a little harder, and if possible made Bethany wetter.
"Please, can we talk? You might be able to answer some of my questions from my past. I can't remember, and if you tell me, we could piece the puzzles together," Logan said walking over to Bethany and holding her shoulder.
Bethany sighed and the rain let up. Her once wet clothes started to dry and her chestnut hair went back to its perfect style from earlier. She dried her eyes and the clouds that were hanging above her head looked as if they were wiped off too. "Your name is Adam Jones Logan. You were born in New York and raised there. That is where you met him..."