Title: Logan's Little Ballerina

Author: Karen

Rating: R for language

Disclaimer: Logan wishes that Sara were his.

Summary: Logan buys some tools and a tutu.

Author's notes: This is in response to Rebecca's opening line challenge. I'm using the character of Marie and Scott's daughter Sara from "Logan's Little Angel". Sara is now three years old in this story.

Thanks to Terri, Joanne and Taryn for taking a peek at the first draft.

Logan's Little Ballerina

Logan shoved the tutu behind his back. Buying it had seemed like such a great idea at the time, but once again Scott had managed to usurp one of his gestures.

Logan had actually gone to the mall. Well, technically not the mall, just Sears. He'd gone there to pick up his own set of Craftsman's tools after Scott had banned everyone from using his. The selfish prick. Okay, so nobody put them all back in the exact spot that Scott required. So what? Scott was like one of those nails that had been screwed in a little too tightly. To avoid further argument, Logan decided to just get his own set of tools and fuck Scott. So there he'd been at the checkout paying with the credit card Jubilee had borrowed from Scott's wallet, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed the display of ballet wear. Who the hell was in charge of the merchandising in this place anyway? Oh sure big burly do-it-yourself fix it type guys were always telling the clerk, "Say, while I'm here, why don't you just toss a tutu and a pair of ballet slippers in with that power drill." Which is exactly what Logan ended up doing when he spotted the perfect outfit for Sara's upcoming dance recital.

While the clerk began ringing up his purchases, Logan casually meandered over to the frou-frou display. He hadn't seen so much pink in one place since Sara had dragged him down the Barbie aisle at Toys 'R Us. One tulle ensemble in particular had caught his attention – it was pink, of course, and the waistband appeared to have little crystal jewels sewn onto it. It was perfect. Logan looked at the price tag and went into sticker shock. A hundred and ten dollars for some netting and a small strip of velvet fabric. Then remembering that he was shopping with Scott's credit card anyway, Logan walked back over to the clerk and handed him the tutu. When the clerk gave him a look that shouldn't have been a surprise to Logan, he simply shot back a low growl. The clerk wisely put the tutu in a bag without further facial expressions and simply pointed to the place Logan needed to sign the credit card receipt. Logan scribbled Scott's name and the clerk handed him his copy of the receipt and the card without checking to see if the signatures matched. Logan doubted that even if the clerk had noticed the signatures weren't even remotely close, that he wasn't likely to challenge him about it.

After Logan got home, had arranged his tools in their new toolbox and taped a sign to it that read 'Logan's tools – keep your fucking mitts off', he went in search of Sara to present her with his gift.

He found her in the rec room giving an impromptu recital preview to Jubilee, Kitty and her mom. Seeing Marie with her belly swollen with Scott's second child always brought a lump to his throat. Logan wasn't sure if he could stick around and watch her continue to have babies that weren't his.

Just then Sara spotted him and immediately began to run in his direction. And that's when he noticed that she was already wearing a ballet outfit complete with a little tulle skirt edged in silver. Logan's face dropped and he had the distinctively sorrowful look of a puppy that had just been kicked.

"Logan, look what my daddy got me," she squealed excitedly as she did a little twirl to show off the outfit.

So Logan shoved the tutu behind his back, because nobody should steal the thunder from a little girl's daddy.