Family Forgotten
Chapter 3: Questions answered
I have admit that meeting Hank like that was a bit odd, seeing the mansion was a bit different I had never been in a house this big. I was feeling a lot better from before, whatever that was in me was gone now and I was happy of that. I threw on my clothes and walked out into the kitchen to find Hank and a few others at the table enjoying breakfast; there were two other women and two other guys. Hank was the first to notice me walk in.
"Ah Jack did you have a good rest?"
"To tell you the truth Hank its quite different from what I'm used to,"
"How do you mean?"
"Well I live out in the wilderness myself so I don't usually sleep in a bed it's more like a deerskin hammock or something along those lines,"
"Really? Well come sit and have something to eat you must be starving,"
There I sat just having a bit of breakfast when I smelt it, a weird scent coming from one of them, I narrowed it down to being the man at the far end of the table. He seemed a bit dark, keeping to himself there being something about the scent that he gave off that made it familiar as if I knew it from somewhere. But I was instantly snapped back when the man in the wheel chair started to speak to me.
"My name is Xavier, where do you come from Jack? " he asked me finding a closer vantage at the table to speak to me from.
"I'm from B.C Canada, a small mining colony up in the Rockies," I said while one of the women there brought me a cup of coffee. "Thank you," I told her before she sat down.
"That's interesting, because we found Logan here not far from that area," he said pointing to the dark man at the corner of the table.
"Really," I noted looking over to find that the conversation had caught his attention. I turned to him "Logan right? From what I hear you and I are alike in more ways than I can think of right now. Both of us have adamantium skeletons, both of us with animal senses, both of us belonged to the weapon X program, and both of us have these," I explained drawing my claws out.
Everything went quiet in the room as we waited for him to say something, but he didn't, not until I was ready to. " Do you have a healing factor as well?"
"Yes I do, that's why I'm a century old and I don't look a day over 25,"
"WHAT!!!" was the single word spoken by everyone in the room.
"You can't be 100 your healing factor wouldn't hold up for that long," Hank said
"How do you know? I've lived through the great depression and both world wars. The birth certificate I was issued was labeled for me to have been born in 1903," I told them. "Logan you're probably older than I am,"
"What would make you say that? Jack,"
"Well first of all your scent is familiar considering that we have never met I must have met you at a very young age or was naturally accustomed to your smell, so let me ask you this. Does the name Rose Howlett remind you of anyone?"
Then I seen something I wouldn't have expected, Logan took on a pale complexion as he just broke down right there in front of us at the table. "How do you know that name?!" he yelled at me.
"She is my mother oddly enough. My full name is Jack Abraham Howlett; my father's name is James Howlett, the second son of John and Elizabeth Howlett. Ring a bell Logan?" I told him making a sudden realization. "Now I know why your scent was so familiar, your James Howlett aren't you? You're my father".
"Yes, I remember now I am James Howlett, but how do you know all of this? Rose never told anyone about our relationship as far as I knew, she didn't even tell me I had a son!"
"I remember being told about a fight you and this guy named dog got into, that was the same day my mother died, she was probably coming out to tell you about it before you." that's when I trailed off knowing I had gone too far.
"OH FUCK WHY ME!!!" he screamed out running out of the room.
I was about to leave when the professor advised me not to go, but Beast said other wise and I had soon left the room chasing after my so-called father. He was nowhere to be found in the mansion so I followed his scent out to the garage, where I found him fueling up his bike ready to leave, still with tears in his eyes.
"GO AWAY!!!" he bellowed at me.
"No!!!" I yelled back. "You have to face this and deal with it, I've finally brought your past into the light and you're about to leave it behind, what are you thinking".
"I can't do this, you know why because the last time something this big came back to me I had a nervous breakdown alright a history lesson like this will only make it worse,"
"No it won't, you need to face it right here and right now only then will you be truly happy and able to stop running from the things that you fear the most," I told him. "So get off that GOD DAMN bike and look at me!!! The least you could do is look at me. All of this happened a long time ago. I know you lost your wife but at least you found your son".
"Yeah a son I didn't even know I had!!"
"But at least you know and now I'm here in front of you. Doesn't that matter at all?"
He just froze, to tell you the truth I don't know weather I knocked some sense into him or I just pissed him off. Then he looked at me and that look was one of understanding. From what I seen I guess he finally realized what I was talking about, slowly he crawled off the bike and stood before me just looking into my eyes. Then something unexpected happened, he just came over and gave me as hug. I brought my arms up and hugged him back.
"Thank you Jack. It may take a while but I think that I can still be your father, this is just a lot to take in right now especially when I only remember the accident with your mother,"
"I know, and I'll try to still be your son," I told him breaking out of his hug.
Without another word spoken we headed back into the mansion and to the others. As we talked more and more we deducted that my father James was about 120 years old, unfortunately the two of us didn't have a clue as to where he grew up, checking moms old letters and that would be the best answer, from there we should be able to get an idea as to where my father grew up. I wasn't sure if my foster brother still had them or not. By the time our talk had ended it was well into the evening allowing most of us to go straight to bed.
The next morning was relaxing because everyone's face was known and there were no more questions to be asked, ok there were but the essentials had been answered. Stepping downstairs I found dad at the table with his morning coffee, Ororo was at the counter preparing some French toast and bacon with some hash browns along side it, Xavier hadn't woken up yet and Hank was supposed to be in the danger room for his early morning romp. Someone was missing, now what is her name, ah yes Kitty that's what her name is; where could she be, normally a young girl like her would be out and about right about now.
"Morning dad, Ororo," I said to the two of them.
"Morning Jack, how was your rest?" Ororo asked finishing up breakfast.
"Oh it was fine, I actually sleep well for once instead of always being on alert out in the bush," I told her grabbing a seat at the table.
"Well we're glad to hear that Jack," she said sitting next to my father.
Watching the two of them they seemed a bit more attentive than usual, leading me to believe they had something more than a friendship. "Are you two together? You know,"
"Yes we are, was it really that hard to tell?" Ororo said putting her arms around his waist.
"No not at all it just seems a bit weird that's all,"
"How so?" she asked.
"Well if you look at it this way, both my father and I are centurions. Meaning we have exceeded the 100 year old age marker, and you're what 37 at the most that means that you could easily be my great, great granddaughter," I said trying not to laugh at the whole thing. Watching my dad he was chuckling a bit under his breath as well.
Just then Ororo jabbed him in the ribs. "Well!!! He has a point but it still doesn't matter. You and I are together and that's what counts". He said giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Well this guy can still run with the best of them so you can just keep quiet," she said glaring at me from across the table. "There isn't another 100 year old that can perform like he can yet".
"Ok that besides me being that other 100 year old that was more information than what I needed to know right now thank you!" I said diverting my eyes to the paper ahead of me and taking a sip of my coffee.
After sharing a good laugh we went back to eating our breakfast. Soon enough the professor had woken up and a few of the others were kicking around. Looking around I still couldn't find Kitty anywhere it was like as if she completely disappeared from the mansion. Stepping into her room I gathered a sample of her scent and I was soon out on a search. I couldn't believe that she was so hard to track down; it was as if her scent floated through the walls and left me particularly stumped. Even though she was a mutant she shouldn't be that hard to track down I mean its not like she can phase through walls or anything like that. Walking back to the kitchen I found the others still there and I caught Kitty's scent again.
"Oh god were can she be hiding?"
"Who?" My father asked.
"Oh Kitty I can find her scent but it fades through the walls and floors so I can't seem to find her," I told him taking another seat at the table.
"Why do you want to find her so badly?"
"Oh I just figured I would wake her up and then have her come down to breakfast, but when I got there she wasn't in bed and there is no other way of getting to the kitchen," I told him getting a bit frustrated.
"Well good luck cause she has a way of doing stuff like that," my father told he.
"What do you mean?" I asked grabbing for an apple off the table, just then a hand reached through the table scaring me half to death.
Falling over back wards, everyone started to laugh as kitty came up to join us at the table. "Hello Jack didn't see you there," she told me taking a proper seat at the table.
"Dad why didn't you tell me that she could do that?"
"Oh I thought that I would let it torment you for some time and then she decided to show up so I didn't have to,"
"Oooo your mean,"
"Yeah I get that a lot,"
Finishing breakfast we left to do our own little things my father and I left to go the yard then after that we would go and train against the security system of the mansion, I was finally getting to be comfortable here.
Chapter 3: Questions answered
I have admit that meeting Hank like that was a bit odd, seeing the mansion was a bit different I had never been in a house this big. I was feeling a lot better from before, whatever that was in me was gone now and I was happy of that. I threw on my clothes and walked out into the kitchen to find Hank and a few others at the table enjoying breakfast; there were two other women and two other guys. Hank was the first to notice me walk in.
"Ah Jack did you have a good rest?"
"To tell you the truth Hank its quite different from what I'm used to,"
"How do you mean?"
"Well I live out in the wilderness myself so I don't usually sleep in a bed it's more like a deerskin hammock or something along those lines,"
"Really? Well come sit and have something to eat you must be starving,"
There I sat just having a bit of breakfast when I smelt it, a weird scent coming from one of them, I narrowed it down to being the man at the far end of the table. He seemed a bit dark, keeping to himself there being something about the scent that he gave off that made it familiar as if I knew it from somewhere. But I was instantly snapped back when the man in the wheel chair started to speak to me.
"My name is Xavier, where do you come from Jack? " he asked me finding a closer vantage at the table to speak to me from.
"I'm from B.C Canada, a small mining colony up in the Rockies," I said while one of the women there brought me a cup of coffee. "Thank you," I told her before she sat down.
"That's interesting, because we found Logan here not far from that area," he said pointing to the dark man at the corner of the table.
"Really," I noted looking over to find that the conversation had caught his attention. I turned to him "Logan right? From what I hear you and I are alike in more ways than I can think of right now. Both of us have adamantium skeletons, both of us with animal senses, both of us belonged to the weapon X program, and both of us have these," I explained drawing my claws out.
Everything went quiet in the room as we waited for him to say something, but he didn't, not until I was ready to. " Do you have a healing factor as well?"
"Yes I do, that's why I'm a century old and I don't look a day over 25,"
"WHAT!!!" was the single word spoken by everyone in the room.
"You can't be 100 your healing factor wouldn't hold up for that long," Hank said
"How do you know? I've lived through the great depression and both world wars. The birth certificate I was issued was labeled for me to have been born in 1903," I told them. "Logan you're probably older than I am,"
"What would make you say that? Jack,"
"Well first of all your scent is familiar considering that we have never met I must have met you at a very young age or was naturally accustomed to your smell, so let me ask you this. Does the name Rose Howlett remind you of anyone?"
Then I seen something I wouldn't have expected, Logan took on a pale complexion as he just broke down right there in front of us at the table. "How do you know that name?!" he yelled at me.
"She is my mother oddly enough. My full name is Jack Abraham Howlett; my father's name is James Howlett, the second son of John and Elizabeth Howlett. Ring a bell Logan?" I told him making a sudden realization. "Now I know why your scent was so familiar, your James Howlett aren't you? You're my father".
"Yes, I remember now I am James Howlett, but how do you know all of this? Rose never told anyone about our relationship as far as I knew, she didn't even tell me I had a son!"
"I remember being told about a fight you and this guy named dog got into, that was the same day my mother died, she was probably coming out to tell you about it before you." that's when I trailed off knowing I had gone too far.
"OH FUCK WHY ME!!!" he screamed out running out of the room.
I was about to leave when the professor advised me not to go, but Beast said other wise and I had soon left the room chasing after my so-called father. He was nowhere to be found in the mansion so I followed his scent out to the garage, where I found him fueling up his bike ready to leave, still with tears in his eyes.
"GO AWAY!!!" he bellowed at me.
"No!!!" I yelled back. "You have to face this and deal with it, I've finally brought your past into the light and you're about to leave it behind, what are you thinking".
"I can't do this, you know why because the last time something this big came back to me I had a nervous breakdown alright a history lesson like this will only make it worse,"
"No it won't, you need to face it right here and right now only then will you be truly happy and able to stop running from the things that you fear the most," I told him. "So get off that GOD DAMN bike and look at me!!! The least you could do is look at me. All of this happened a long time ago. I know you lost your wife but at least you found your son".
"Yeah a son I didn't even know I had!!"
"But at least you know and now I'm here in front of you. Doesn't that matter at all?"
He just froze, to tell you the truth I don't know weather I knocked some sense into him or I just pissed him off. Then he looked at me and that look was one of understanding. From what I seen I guess he finally realized what I was talking about, slowly he crawled off the bike and stood before me just looking into my eyes. Then something unexpected happened, he just came over and gave me as hug. I brought my arms up and hugged him back.
"Thank you Jack. It may take a while but I think that I can still be your father, this is just a lot to take in right now especially when I only remember the accident with your mother,"
"I know, and I'll try to still be your son," I told him breaking out of his hug.
Without another word spoken we headed back into the mansion and to the others. As we talked more and more we deducted that my father James was about 120 years old, unfortunately the two of us didn't have a clue as to where he grew up, checking moms old letters and that would be the best answer, from there we should be able to get an idea as to where my father grew up. I wasn't sure if my foster brother still had them or not. By the time our talk had ended it was well into the evening allowing most of us to go straight to bed.
The next morning was relaxing because everyone's face was known and there were no more questions to be asked, ok there were but the essentials had been answered. Stepping downstairs I found dad at the table with his morning coffee, Ororo was at the counter preparing some French toast and bacon with some hash browns along side it, Xavier hadn't woken up yet and Hank was supposed to be in the danger room for his early morning romp. Someone was missing, now what is her name, ah yes Kitty that's what her name is; where could she be, normally a young girl like her would be out and about right about now.
"Morning dad, Ororo," I said to the two of them.
"Morning Jack, how was your rest?" Ororo asked finishing up breakfast.
"Oh it was fine, I actually sleep well for once instead of always being on alert out in the bush," I told her grabbing a seat at the table.
"Well we're glad to hear that Jack," she said sitting next to my father.
Watching the two of them they seemed a bit more attentive than usual, leading me to believe they had something more than a friendship. "Are you two together? You know,"
"Yes we are, was it really that hard to tell?" Ororo said putting her arms around his waist.
"No not at all it just seems a bit weird that's all,"
"How so?" she asked.
"Well if you look at it this way, both my father and I are centurions. Meaning we have exceeded the 100 year old age marker, and you're what 37 at the most that means that you could easily be my great, great granddaughter," I said trying not to laugh at the whole thing. Watching my dad he was chuckling a bit under his breath as well.
Just then Ororo jabbed him in the ribs. "Well!!! He has a point but it still doesn't matter. You and I are together and that's what counts". He said giving her a kiss on the forehead.
"Well this guy can still run with the best of them so you can just keep quiet," she said glaring at me from across the table. "There isn't another 100 year old that can perform like he can yet".
"Ok that besides me being that other 100 year old that was more information than what I needed to know right now thank you!" I said diverting my eyes to the paper ahead of me and taking a sip of my coffee.
After sharing a good laugh we went back to eating our breakfast. Soon enough the professor had woken up and a few of the others were kicking around. Looking around I still couldn't find Kitty anywhere it was like as if she completely disappeared from the mansion. Stepping into her room I gathered a sample of her scent and I was soon out on a search. I couldn't believe that she was so hard to track down; it was as if her scent floated through the walls and left me particularly stumped. Even though she was a mutant she shouldn't be that hard to track down I mean its not like she can phase through walls or anything like that. Walking back to the kitchen I found the others still there and I caught Kitty's scent again.
"Oh god were can she be hiding?"
"Who?" My father asked.
"Oh Kitty I can find her scent but it fades through the walls and floors so I can't seem to find her," I told him taking another seat at the table.
"Why do you want to find her so badly?"
"Oh I just figured I would wake her up and then have her come down to breakfast, but when I got there she wasn't in bed and there is no other way of getting to the kitchen," I told him getting a bit frustrated.
"Well good luck cause she has a way of doing stuff like that," my father told he.
"What do you mean?" I asked grabbing for an apple off the table, just then a hand reached through the table scaring me half to death.
Falling over back wards, everyone started to laugh as kitty came up to join us at the table. "Hello Jack didn't see you there," she told me taking a proper seat at the table.
"Dad why didn't you tell me that she could do that?"
"Oh I thought that I would let it torment you for some time and then she decided to show up so I didn't have to,"
"Oooo your mean,"
"Yeah I get that a lot,"
Finishing breakfast we left to do our own little things my father and I left to go the yard then after that we would go and train against the security system of the mansion, I was finally getting to be comfortable here.