Disclaimer: Blah…. I don't own any of the X-men (although I wish I had Wolverine or Gambit to cuddle with Gimme!) Marvel owns them. I do own Dom and Astral and Nicole/Mindfire and any other characters I create…. BLAH!.

Please be gentle! This is my first X-men fanfic! Reviews welcome, no flames! I burn easy.

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Bima- Glad you like it. I tried to mirror some 

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CharlietheBoa- Of course it'll be Rogan! Although not as much of them as my new characters. I'm trying to put as much in as possible. I'm not great at juggling characters.

The pain was immense. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. He couldn't even speak to tell them to stop cutting. He struggled to get free.

Dom awoke with a scream and sat upright. He took deep breaths and looked around to gather his bearings. He was in a med lab. An unfamiliar med lab. He looked all around, trying to get a sense of space. He stood and stumbled into a table, slicing his head on the edge. He growled at his clumsiness and rose. Jean came from the other room.

"Are you okay?" Jean asked.

"Yeah… Just a nightmare and my legs refused to cooperate. How long have I been out?"

"Two days. You saved Nicole's life."

Blood trickled into his eye and he wiped it away with back of his hand. Jean went to his side and used a gauze pad to wipe away the blood.

"Lie down and I'll clean the wound."

Dom sat back on the table and watched Jean use her mind to float a bottle of alcohol to her hand. Jean walked around the table where Dom lay. He stared at the ceiling and winced as she applied the alcohol to the cut above his eye.

"You don't have to do that." He took her wrist in his hand. "I'm fine."

"Relax Dom. I'm just cleaning the cut. If I don't then it will get infected. You may need stitches."

"I'm fine… It'll heal." He looked tired and worn. She watched as the cut above his eye slowly healed and left no evidence of the injury.

"You have regeneration as your mutation."

"How do you think I helped Nicole? How do you think I got these?" He tapped his knuckles.

"May I?" she asked and took his hand. He nodded and she began to feel the joints and up his arm. "Just like Logan's except you don't have a middle one. Even your whole arm feels denser… Harder."

"Adamantium. Every inch of my skeleton is covered with it." He sat up. "Are we done?"

"Almost. I just need a blood sample to run a few more tests."

"Is it necessary? It's no offense Dr. Grey, but I don't trust labs."

"I understand. Unfortunately it is necessary. So what powers have you manifested?"

"I've got claws, I heal faster than normal, I can sense other mutants, and-" he winked. "I've been told I'm one hell of a lover."

"I doubt if that is a mutant power." Jean smirked.

"Ya never know. I've see stranger."

"Not that strange, I'm afraid."

"Relax Dr. Grey. I'm only a flirt. I've no romantic intentions towards you. You can tell that to your boyfriend behind the glass." He nodded his head towards the one way glass across the room. "He's getting nervous. Tell him not to worry. You reek of ownership. No offense."

Jean stared at him. "How did you know?"

"I sense mutants. I can smell him. Besides he wears way too much cologne and-" Dom stopped talking and watched as Xavier wheeled himself into the room.

"Hello Dominic."

"So you must be the Professor every one was talking about." Dom watched as Jean drew a sample of his blood from his forearm.

"I am. It's nice to meet the man who kept my younger members safe. I thank you."

"No problem. Rogue is the only person I've ever met who didn't freak over my… special attributes. I think you've got enough blood there. I need to be able to walk."

Xavier chuckled. "Care for a tour?"

"Can I see Nicole?"

"In due time. Follow me."

Dom hopped from the table and on his way out he smacked Jean on the butt. "Later Dr. Grey."

She stared at him, startled, and Scott entered the room angrily.

"Calm down, Cyke. I said it before. She reeks of ownership, but it doesn't mean I won't flirt." Dom winked. "She wouldn't give me a second glance… or anyone else for that matter."

"I would ask if you wouldn't provoke my tem members while you are here." Xavier told Dom.

"Relax. I won't be here that long. I don't stay in one place for very long." Dom stepped into the hall. "Which way do I go to get food around here?"

Nicole sat through her new Ancient History class and listened, attentively. She had never imagined there was a place like this. Everyone around her was a mutant and there was no hostility. Even her teacher could manipulate the weather. She smiled at Rogue who sat next to her and leaned over.

"I like it here," she whispered. "Everyone is like me and you."

Rogue smiled. "I knew you would."

Storm turned from the blackboard. "Remember you have a test next week. I expect you all to study for it. Class dismissed."

Nicole rose and hugged her books to her chest. She went to the door and Storm stopped her.

"You forgot your folder, Nicole." Storm held it in her hand.

Nicole used her mind and the folder floated to her arms. "Thank you, Ms. Munroe. Do you know how Dom is doing?"

"I believe Jean said he woke up earlier."

"Good. I'm glad he's okay." Nicole looked sad. "His mind was a sad place."

"How so?" Storm asked.

"There was a lot of pain… and betrayal. Last night I dreamt I was him… after the operation, the pain he felt… He does not heal as fast as Logan did. He was in pain for a long time. A very long time. The dream made me hurt."

Storm gave the girl a smile. "The dreams will leave in time."

"From my mind they will, but they will plague him forever." Nicole left Storm speechless and headed for the Professor's office, where they were to continue her practice to control her powers. She knocked on the door and let herself in.

"Hello Nicole. I have someone here who was worried about you."

Nicole's eyes brightened when she saw Dom lounging in a chair. "Dom!"

She raced to him and launched herself into his arms. Surprised at her actions, he halfway caught her and accepted the hug the young girl offered him. She stepped back and caught him with her deep blue eyes.

"Your dreams are terrible! I didn't get any sleep."

"You have my dreams?"

"When you touched her to give her your healing powers she absorbed your memories and actions," Xavier explained.

She wrinkled her nose. "I had the worst cravings for whisky and I tended to curse a lot."

Dom laughed. "That I get, but what memories? I can't remember anything past five years ago."

"Sure you can. They are just buried really deep. I saw stuff that you have in there that is way past five years ago. Like your mother-"

"My mother? Who was she? What did she look like?" Dom asked.

"Calm down, Dom. That's why I brought you up here today. Nicole tapped into your subconscious and retrieved those memories. She could help unlock yours and Logan's past."

"My mother… Tell me about her," Dom begged Nicole.

"I didn't see much-" Nicole faltered.

'Tell me!" Dom to her small shoulders in his hands and shook her. "I must know!"

"I can't put her into words! All I saw was pictures!"

"Dominic, calm down!" Xavier ordered.

"She has to tell me! Tell me what you saw, Nicole!"

Nicole gave him a push and raced from the room. She didn't stop running until she made it to her room. She collapsed on her bed, a mess of tears. With her mind, she turned all of the locks on her doors. When he grabbed her she could feel all of the hurt and pain rushing back to her from his past. There was no way she could tell him what she saw. He already hurt too much.

"Your actions were totally unacceptable, Dominic," Xavier stated.

Dom stared out the window. "She knows my past. I need to know. I need to find my family. I need to find who did this to me."

"Let me work with you, much as I did Logan, and I'll try to unlock your subconscious."

"She knows right now. Who knows how long it will take for you to help me?"

"She only saw a little. She is powerful, but inexperienced. Give me time and I promise to help you any way I can."

Dom nodded. "I'll give you some time. If you can't help then I'm leaving."

"Deal."

Jean came to the door. "Professor, you need to see these resu-"

She stopped when she saw Dom. Dom brushed by her and left the room. She stared after him.

"Sorry Professor."
"It's all right, Jean. What do you have?"

"I noticed some of Dom's striking similarities to another mutant here so I ran a blood test and… Charles… Logan is Dom's father."

Xavier was stunned. "This is most unexpected…"

Jean sat in the chair. "How do we tell Logan?"

"As straight forward as possible."

Dom went to Rogue's room and knocked on the door. She opened it with a smile. Jubilee and Kitty were sitting on her bed.

"Hey Dom. Welcome back to the land of the living."

"She hates me."

"Huh?" Jubilee asked.

"Nicole… I blew up at her. She saw some of my past that I didn't know was still up there and she couldn't explain it to me and I got pissed. She's scared."

"I'll try to talk to her. So she saw some of your past?"

"My mother, she saw my mother," Dom whispered.

Rogue wrapped her arms around Dom's neck, hugging him to her. "Oh, Dom."

"Get your hands off her!" a voice roared from behind them and she snapped around to see Logan stalking towards them. He shoved Dom away from her. "I told you if I ever saw you near her I'd-"

"Logan! Calm down!"

Jean and Xavier came to the door. Jean asked. "What is all this shouting about?"

"I told you to back off, bub!"

"Logan!" Rogue grabbed his arm. "Dom wasn't trying anything."

"I'm gonna slice you a new one!" Logan growled.

"I don't want your Marie!" Dom yelled. "She's my friend, you nut job."

"Logan calm down. Dom's not after Rogue." Jean stared him down.

Logan snarled. "How do you know?"

"I can read minds, you know." Jean gave him a smile. "He considers Rogue his friend. She didn't freak out about his claws… She was used to them."

"Hmph…" Logan glared at Dom.

"Logan… While Dom was in our med labs… I ran some tests… Blood tests…"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"Logan… He's your son."

Rogue gasped. "Are you serious?"

Dom's eyebrow raised and he stared at the man who had just threatened his life.

"You're DNA matches completely. He's our son, Logan.

Logan set his jaw. "There ain't no way that he's my kid."

"The tests can't be wrong, Logan. You have a son."

"He doesn't even look like me."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "He does too. I can't believe I didn't see it before."

"He does have Logan's nose…" Jubilee pondered. "And his profile."

"This is, like, so cool!" Kitty gasped. "Logan has a son! And he's hot like Logan!"

Dom's eyebrow arched again. He glanced at Logan who was staring at him. Logan growled. "Who was your mother, kid?"

"Good question. I don't remember her."

Logan swallowed hard. "So he's really my kid?"

"Yes Logan. And he could have answers about your past in his head." Xavier said. "I offered Dom a chance to recover his memories if I can. Nicole can help if she willing after his outburst."

Logan gave a low growl and exited the room. Rogue followed him outside to the gardens. She grabbed his arm.

"Sug, are you okay?"

"He can't be my son."

"He is hon… There is no denying it."

"If I have a son then I failed him!" Logan yelled. "Those bastards did the same thing to him that they did to me and I didn't stop them!"

"How could you stop them, Logan?" Rogue asked. "You didn't know he existed."

"What happens now? I can't play the father role."

She shrugged. "I'm not sure… You need to talk to him. I'm going up to check on Nicole. He scared her earlier. You talk to your some. Have some male bonding time."

Logan nodded and let Rogue take his hand. She led him back into the house, where everyone was waiting. He straightened his shoulders.

"Where did the kid go?"

Scott nodded over his shoulder. "Gambit took him to the rec room to play pool."

"I guess I should talk to him…"

"That would be the best thing to do."

Logan grunted and stalked towards the rec room.

"So you is the Wolverine's boy, huh? Gambit don't think he's ever heard anything funnier than that, mon ami."

"And why do you say that?" Dom asked leaning over to aim for the cue ball.

"Wolverine just don't seem like the father type, ya know? Its strange looking at you and knowing that you is his boy. Also Gambit can't wait to hear you call him 'daddy'."

"Don't hold your breath, gumbo. I ain't callin' no one daddy anytime soon."

"What about mommy? Would you be calling the chere that?"

"Rogue?" Dom sunk his ball into a pocket. "Are she and Wolverine married?"

"Not yet."

Logan stepped into the room. "Get outta here, Cajun. Me and the boy have got some talking to do."

Gambit held up his hands. "Of course. You owe Gambit another game, mon ami."

"And I'll kick your ass like this time. Eight ball side pocket," Dom said as the ball went into the designated pocket. "What do you need?"

Logan leaned against the pool table as his son stared at him. His son. Those words were so foreign to him. The boy did look a lot like him or did he look like his mother? How old was he?

"So kid… how do we do this whole father and son thing?"

Dom shrugged and hunched his shoulders as he lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag. "Wanna take me to a baseball game sometime?"

Logan chuckled. The kid had obviously gotten his dry sarcasm. "Nah, don't care for it much."

Dom shrugged and blew out a cloud of smoke. "I tried."

"Those things will kill ya."

"With regeneration as my mutation, not likely." He stared at Logan. "Besides, you're a fine one to talk about lung cancer."

"True."

"I just want you to know that I refuse to call you daddy or papa or pops or any other term like that."

Logan snorted. "I'd cut you if you did."

"And if you even think about calling me sonny or junior or some other precious nickname, I'll gut you."

"Deal. Is this how fathers and sons act?"

"Nope, but this is as close as we're gonna get right now."

"Listen kid… I never knew I had a family and… I'm sorry I wasn't there to keep them from doing this to you."

Dom shrugged. "No harm no foul, Logan. You didn't know. Hell, I could have wanted this to happen to me."

"Don't say that."

"Sorry."

"It's okay, kid."

Dom grinned. "Is it okay if I call Rogue, mommy?"

Xavier sat in Central park, letting the cool wind sooth him. He felt a presence and turned in his chair.

"Hello Eric."

"Charles," Eric replied in greeting and sat across from his old friend. A chess board was set up before them.

"Why her?"

"She's powerful. I hoped she could be persuaded to join our cause. I was wrong. Victor remembers him." Eric moved his pawn into play.

"Who?" Charles mirrored Eric's move.

"I believe they call him Dom."

"How does Sabretooth know him?"

"They have some sort of a past that my beastly friend is not ready to divulge."

Charles raised an eyebrow. "Oh."

"I couldn't help, but notice that adamantium courses through him." Eric watched Charles take his knight. "I also noticed his striking resemblance to your Wolverine."

"They are father and son."

"Are they? Hmm… Astonishing. A continuation of Weapon X perhaps?"

"Hopefully the end of it."

"Do you really believe that?" Eric asked as he took a bishop from play. "And the girl?"

"She is powerful… Extraordinarily so."

"You keep an eye on her Charles. I have a feeling that someone will want her services someday."

"I fear you may be right."
"Checkmate Charles. Until another day?"

Xavier nodded and watched Eric walk away into the park, feeling that his friend knew more than he was letting on.

Rogue chewed on her popcorn thoughtfully as she watched the movie playing the rec room. She heard the distinctive sound of a bottle of beer being opened and Logan sat down next to her. He took a swig and glanced in her direction.

"Hey kid."

"Hey," she swallowed her mouthful of popcorn and offered him the bowl. "Popcorn?"

"Nah, kernels get stuck in my teeth."

Rogue fought the urge to giggle. The mighty Wolverine taken out by a kernel of popcorn.

"Isn't there a game on?" Logan asked, drinking his beer.

"Probably, but I wanted to see this movie."

"Oh."

Rogue tucked her legs underneath herself and covered up with the blanket she had. Logan watched her in amusement at her actions and rested his arm on the back of the couch.
"Gonna share that blanket, kid?"

Rogue grumbled. "I just get comfy and you want to share a blanket."

She rested against his side and covered them both with the blanket. He put his arm around her and gave a sigh of contentment.

"So how does it feel to be a dad?"

Logan shrugged.

"Got any feelings on the subject?"

"He seems like a decent kid… A lot like me."

"I like Dom. He's nice."

Logan growled.

"Don't worry. I like you more," she teased and poked his side. "Besides I've known you longer. You have seniority."