Calandra: I liked writing the nightmare, cos it felt real at first.. but then it gets rather twisted and then everyone finds out it was just a dream. Madeline's relatives will be out in the open shortly, don't worry.
Blix: Hehe, I wasn't sure who to come.. I decided it had to be female cos I can hardly imagine Scott coming and hugging Logan. o.o I thought Aurora.. and nah.. not yet. Siren? No, she's needed later. Rogue? Can't hug that well.And then Storm. Yes! A caring woman, knows Logan well. Known him longer than Aurora and Siren, although not Rogue. Anyway, that was a little bit of insight there, hehe.
Omala: He got a hug! From Storm! Hehe, he'll find his daughter eventually, don't worry.
Sych77: Fanfiction likes being a bitch.. x.x anyway. Hehe, I'm glad you like my humorous inputs. A good giggle is always great!. And that about premonition, he's not really looking into the future.. cos the stuff with Roxanne has already happened. It's supposed to show his fear of losing Madeline, cos he lost Roxanne, etc..
And yes! You've been reviewing with me for AGES! You were my FIRST consistent reviewer! Be proud, hehe. Glad you're still here for the ride.
The sun continued to pour its light across the scene, the two mutants bathed in the warm morning glow. They had been sitting there for a good half an hour. Logan limply rested against the wall whilst Storm consoled his distressed mind. Logan stared at the opposite wall, still the occasional trickle drifting out of his wide eyes. Eventually Storm lifted her body off him, Logan's attention increasing as he felt the warmth of her side leave him.
"Logan, what on earth happened?" asked the woman, her hands clasping at his wrists in a bid to keep his attention on her.
But Logan just shook his head slowly, lips trembling as his tears flooded down his now pale cheeks, "It was twisted.. so wrong," he muttered softly, stringing his sentences poorly whilst his head continues to move. "Madeline was running.. then she threw herself to her death.. falling as Roxanne did.." Logan lifted a hand to clutch at his chest as he sobbed quietly, "I can still feel it.."
Storm watched his face silently, her eyes flinching as they studied the man's face, "Logan.." she began, "This Madeline.. who is she?"
Logan looked slowly to Storm, exhaling unsteadily, "Madeline is Roxanne's daughter.. "his next words were so unsteady that Storm had to lean forth to try and get his words. But Logan had buried his face under his hands again as he shook gently, crying his words, "And also.. m-my daughter."
Storm's reaction was silent, but her eyes visibly widened in surprise at his words. She turned in front of him, kneeling down right before him so she could see his face. But Logan's face remained hidden behind his shaking hands, and so Storm gently took them both in her own, prising them from his crying eyes, "You have a daughter?" asked Storm again, incredulously. But the more Storm thought about it, the more it made sense. Here was a man with a forgotten past and lengthy life, why shouldn't he have had a family? But then something else alerted Storm's attention, "Wait.. Roxanne?" she said, "You had a child with Roxanne?"
With a slow nod Logan whispered his words, "Stryker took me away from my family. Away from Roxanne, away from Madeline, away from my LIFE!" his last sentence was screamed desperately, his hands grasping Storm by the shoulders as he shouted his words at her.
Storm shushed him softly, her hands taking his and lowering them from her shoulders, "Logan.. Stryker's gone.. there's nothing else you can do," she whispered.
"No.. oh no.." said Logan in a low and sinister tone, "His organisation will still be around somewhere. And when I find them they are going to suffer the pain they caused me and my family.."
Charles was true to his words, and a few hours after sunrise, Charles led Logan down to the underground levels. Logan had since showered and dressed in fresh clothing, appearance much cleaner and fresher.
Slowly Charles rolled his chair down the centre of the silver and light emblazoned hallway to Cerebro. The large circular door waited peacefully at the end of the corridor, the embossed silver 'X' gleaming at the pair. Logan took slow but long strides, his head bowed as he travelling a few paces behind Charles's side – almost respectfully. Constant worries were running through his mind. What if Charles couldn't find her? And even if he did, what if she didn't want to see him again? After all, he abandoned her and her mother.. not his fault, but it'd take some explaining surely.. and would she even believe him?The endless questions came to an abrupt end as he heard Charles talking. His thoughts were drowning out Charles's words, but slowly Logan pulled himself into reality to see Charles watching him, "Can you tell me?"
Logan blinked slowly before sighing and shaking his head apologetically, "Sorry Charles.. I kinda zoned out for a moment.. what did you say?"
"It's quite alright," said Charles in an understanding tone. "I asked you for more information on this person you want me to look for. Who are they?"
Logan sighed quietly, stepping back to lean on the silver coloured walls with folded arms as he closed his eyes, "Her name's Madeline Jones.." Charles nodded slowly as Logan spoke, "I dropped her off in New York last night.."
Charles's face looked curious, but he did not press any further with his questions, as he turned to Cerebro, Logan spoke up to halt the man, "And.. she's also my kid.."
This made Charles stop. He turned his head slowly to Logan, "It had to happen one day," the man said in a heavy tone, he made a sigh before looking at the door of Cerebro. The blue light burst from the centre, scanning Charles's retina with an oddly metallic beeping. But Logan was frowning as the Cerebro doors opened. What did Charles mean by that? But Logan didn't have chance to ask.. the female voice welcomed the Professor inside.. and the doors closed.
With a suspicious eye did Gambit enter the kitchen that morning. He shuffled in slowly, eyes darting about the area until he slithered into one of the seats and fixed his eyes on the other occupants, who had all stopped eating and stared at him incredulously.
"Whom have you annoyed this time?" asked Siren wearily as she buttered a piece of toast, eyes upon it as Gambit joined the table, "All the students will end up staging a mutiny on you Remy."
"I've annoyed no one!" cried Gambit in response, his eyes darting around again, "No one.." he repeated.
Scott was eyeing Gambit curiously, "Well, what's wrong with you then?"
Gambit's eyes swivelled upon Scott suddenly, "Strange things be bewitchin' this mansion, mon ami.."
"Oh?" asked Scott with a raised brow, "Like what?"
All of a sudden Gambit lowered his voice to a frightened whisper, "The dead are walking!"
Michael suddenly spluttered on his tea at Gambit words, coughing slightly and lowering in the cup. The Englishman stared over at the Cajun, "Dead?" he asked, "Don't be so daft, Remy. There ain't owt 'ere."
"I saw 'im!" cried Gambit, shielding his face behind one of the newspapers from the table.
"Saw who?" demanded Siren, now actually moving her eyes from the toast and upon her brother.
Gambit peered over the newspaper suspiciously, "De Wolverine.. 'e's back to haunt us!"
Quickly the table seemed to exhale a sigh of relief and laughter spilled from the other X-Men. "Oh, Remy," laughed Siren, "Logan is back.. but he's not dead.. "
"Not anymore at least," muttered Storm, throwing her input into the conversation as she stirred her tea.
"Wha'?" asked Gambit, "Wolverine's not dead?"
"No," persisted Scott who lifted the newspaper out of Gambit's hands and began reading the front cover.
Gambit quickly averted his eyes and with a hurried, "Excuse me," he left the table to go and hide somewhere..
A few eyes watched Gambit's departure, but all eyes went back to the table when Scott spoke, "Oh no.." he whispered as he watched the front page of the newspaper.
"What is it?" asked Storm suddenly, her eyes snapping to Scott.
Scott sigh quietly, running a hand nervously across his chin as he read out aloud, "'In the next few months the Government will be unveiling a brand new scheme funded gratefully by the Stryker family. Whom which has lost another member since William Stryker mysteriously died two years ago at his work base in Canada.. the cause of his death still unknown. But now, his son is yet to be found from his disappearance…' ..er.. and... 'But whilst the mysteries continue, the program will be opening as soon as possible, and as President McKenna famously quoted, "Help combat those evil and righten the infected world,'"
Scott raised his eyes slowly to see worried faces all around the table.
"You know what this means don't you?" muttered Siren unhappily.
Storm cautiously glanced to Siren, "What?"
"We're doomed," answered Siren softly, taking a swift bite out of her toast.
Charles Xavier rolled down to the centre of Cerebro where the silver stand and headgear awaited on the eerily illuminated walkway. With a quiet sigh Charles moved his hands forward slowly, taking the Cerebro helmet in his weathered hands with a careful motion and placed it upon his head.
Instantly the smooth silver walls of the sphere dissolved to blackness before the entire circular spaces burst into eerie blue light, flashed once before an image of the world settled before Charles. Mixes of red and white dots littered the countries, spanning over Australia right over to Sweden. America was most heavily populated in both mutants and humans. And here, one particular red light glowed in Charles's vision. Charles opened his eyes slowly, the map of the world disappearing to allow the silver panels to realign on the walls.
He'd found her.
Hey, reuploaded this chapter to correct a grammatical error spotted by sych! (: