TURNABOUT CHAPTER 4: THIS IN NOT HAPPENING!! Logan's Point of View

He is not my best friend, damn it! He isn't my best friend, he never was! He stood as quietly and as calmly as if I was on the other side of the cell instead of him. There wasn't a hint of him lying to me at all. His heartbeat was not racing or the telltale signs of falsehood in his dark, dangerous eyes. As far as he was concerned he was telling the truth. Chuck's attitude wasn't helping either. He totally agreed with Sabretooth. Sabretooth was not a mastermind manipulator as far as I knew and there wasn't anything I could do to stop myself from believing in it too. I have a son? I searched my memories, and they were blank. I was married for forty years and I don't remember? To his sister no less! We've known each other for almost a century?? I searched my brain. Nothing but questions.

Chuck agreed to call and make arrangements to meet with Michael Winters. I paced his pristine office while he made the phone call. I can't believe it, after 15/16 years of not knowing who I was or where I came from I was going to find out today. I listened as he talked on the phone.

"Hello, may I speak with Mr. Winters please? It's Professor Charles F. Xavier. Tell him it's rather important. Of course, I won't mind waiting." Chuck's voice had a melodic and calming sound to it and I was finding myself calming down. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he added a little telepathic whammy to it.

This, of course, I said to myself, could be an elaborate plan to get to me. I mean Chuck probably wasn't the only telepath on the planet. The electrocution of Sabretooth could have been a set up. His new attitude could be made up. He could still be the badass of the Liberty Island fiasco. I know that Magneto was still imprisoned in his plastic Tupperware cell. He had no visitors other then Chuck to my knowledge. He couldn't be behind this. But maybe some of his cohorts were. I shook my head. No, they would be spending most of their time trying to find a way to free him; not in setting me up for something.

"Michael! It's really nice to speak to you. So, how are you? That's good. Yes, it is important. I ran into someone who says he's your uncle. That describes him precisely. Yes, that's what he said. He said to tell you, your Uncle Vic says, hey!" Chuck laughed. "Well, his attitude seems different. He had an accident that seems to have mellowed him somewhat. Well, he's quite healthy, but I'm sure you know that. Theirs is something else you should be aware of." Chuck paused. I'm not sure why, dramatic effect or working out how to tell him that he found his daddy. "I have some news that you might want to know. It seems that your missing father has been found." I heard an excited shout coming from the receiver.

"Is he alright? Does he have his memory back?! Where is he? God! I've been looking everywhere for him!" The voice sounded familiar. I didn't know what to make of it. "How does he look? Is he well? What am I saying, of course he is!" I heard him laugh. "Please Charles, fill me in!"

"I'd be glad to Michael if you would let me get a word in." Chuck said smiling. He seemed please that his information was taken with so much joy. And that's what I heard from the other voice…Joy. That was hard to fake, even by the best of actors. The timbre was genuine and heartfelt. That was real. I swallowed. I tried to see him in my head, make it come to me. I closed my eyes and tried to run his voice thru my brain, hoping it would trigger something. Nothing, not a goddamn thing!

"Would you like to speak to him, Michael?" Chuck said from out of the blue. Suddenly I was gasping for breath. I was afraid. Afraid?! Wolverine is not afraid of anything! I shook my head frantically. I wasn't ready to talk to him. "Yes, well I've known him personally for a year or so. He's been living here at the school and doing some instructing. Yes, he was unable to remember anything from his past. No, I haven't exactly seen any photos of your father, so I didn't know until just a little while ago. Why don't I bring him to your office later today? Good, we'll just leave shortly then. It will be good seeing you too. No, I'm afraid that he's not quite ready to speak to you. Maybe if he sees you in person, it might help." Chuck was explaining things in a way that wouldn't be alarming to Michael. "Well, I'll see you in a couple of hours or so." He laughed, "Well I'm sure you're going have to wait. Yes, thank you I will. Good-bye Michael." Chuck hung up the phone and looked at me.

We stared at each other in silence. "You've wanted to know your past, and now you will." Chuck said soothingly. "It would be a good idea for you to shower and change your clothes. Try dressing nicely for Michael. Although by the sound and feeling I got, he'd take you back naked if need be." I grinned then chuckled.

"That sounds like a very good ideal. I do have a nice casual suit that I've been saving for a special occasion. I suppose seeing a member of my family counts as a special occasion." I said relaxing.

"Victor is right, Michael is your son." I looked at him.

"You can read minds that far away without Cerebro?" I said tempting fate.

"Well, actually…yes. If I know them and when they are projecting strongly, the phone connection helps, yes I can." I was at a loss for words. "I'll put Storm in charge of the school and I'll have Scott drive us to Michael's office. I don't think we need to take the Blackbird, you're not that much in a hurry are you?" He smiled. "You've waited 15/16 years, a few more hours is not going to kill you."

"No I guess it wouldn't." I said turning and I practically charged out the door and ran to my room.