Some fluff, some angst, you know...the usual for this arc of chapters.

"Think something's broken
Cause I'm just layin''round hopin'
That maybe any moment
I'll get on track
But I think something's broken
All locked up or frozen cause I can't go forward and I sure can't go back

Could be my ego could be my pride
Could be my calm cool collective side
Maybe my heart's comin' eye to eye
With the truth."

(Something's Broken- Tim McGraw)

He had a daughter. Somewhere, he, Logan James Howlett, the Wolverine, had a daughter. He had never seen anything more perfect in his life. Stryker had her. Stryker had his daughter.

Rogue had shown him that in his own memories. As soon as Rogue had pulled away, he'd headed straight for Charles and the fur-ball, and relayed his newly rediscovered memories to them. They had both scrambled into action and left him alone with his thoughts just long enough for another memory to surface all on it's own:

He was standing in an empty bedroom looking at different colored patches of paint on the wall, a handmade wooden crib sitting in one corner, waiting on the rest of the room to come together…a nursery. Logan heard familiar footsteps behind him, could smell a familiar sweet scent, and just as pale arms came to wrap around his chest, he bolted awake in the memory.

The woman was laying on his chest, one hand splayed over his heart, the other on top of his as they rested on the bulge of her stomach. She smiled up at him, "I like the yellow. I don't think our little girl is going to be a pink lover."

The baby shifted, and the woman grimaced, "Shit, she hit my bladder again." She tapped his arm, "Help me up please sir, I need to pee. Preferably not on the both of us."

He helped her up, and they stood nose to nose in silence for a minute. She slid her hands up to his neck and pulled herself up for a kiss. She smiled broadly as she pulled back, "Thank you, my Wild Man." She drifted into the restroom, her white dress flowing around her knees as the memory ended.

She had carried his child, died giving birth to their baby, and he didn't even know her name. "You need to find them, Hank."

The fur-ball sighed, "I'm trying, but there's nothing to go on. No babies abandoned in Canada at that time, no…" He topped suddenly, "Wait…she wasn't a baby. Someone had to have reported her missing."

Hank started mumbling to himself, clicking on his computer, and Logan left him to it, refusing to sit on his hands. Short of scouring the entire world on foot, there really wasn't anything he could do. Hell, he couldn't even figure out how to smooth the whole incident with Rogue out. She'd triggered the memories, no matter what he'd said, he'd needed that, but he'd been horrible to her and she couldn't read his mind to know how guilty he felt.

Logan headed to her room, hoping to find her, but ran into Moira instead. The human smiled at him, "She's not in her room. I managed to convince her to go to the mall this morning with some of the others."

"I fucked up."

Moira hardly blinked at his crass confession, "Well, she'll forgive you." He raised an eyebrow at her, and she gestured towards a door, "Please, step into my office."

They ended up in what had once been a gym before they'd had to upgrade to a bigger space, Moira perching on an ancient weightlifting bench. He broke the silence, "What'd she say?"

Moira brushed her gray hair out of her face, "That she used her powers on you without your permission."

"I don't care about that."

Moira sighed, "She doesn't know that, Logan, and she's eating herself up out of guilt."

Logan eyed her critically. She may have once been a spy, but her scent told him she had more to say, even if her face didn't, "What else?"

"You have a daughter, Logan."

It was jarring, hearing someone else say it out loud so plainly. He shrugged it off, "Apparently."

Moira stared at him for a few more minutes, as if the problem was an obvious one, but she wasn't as patient as she used to be, "You can't be so dense that you haven't noticed how Rogue hangs on your every word? She's seen you as her father figure since you brought her here, but there's a possibility that you have a child out there…" She hesitated for a moment, "She's only ever been really sure about you, but you're suddenly not something she feels like she can rely on. She's adrift right now."

"Shit."

Moira nodded, "Yup, and you're the only one that can fix it."

"I should talk to her?" She nodded again, and he sighed, hands in his front pockets, "The mall?"

"They left about an hour ago." Moira confirmed, coming back to her feet, "And Logan, I've got some of my old contacts doing some research for me. We'll figure something out. For now, go take care of Rogue."

He left her and grabbed Scott's motorcycle, heading to the mall. She was easy to find, her scent familiar to him, and tears filled her dark eyes when he held out an arm to her. Rogue hesitated for just a second before she tucked herself into his side, muttering about how sorry she was, and he just held her. Logan took her from the others and they ate lunch mostly in silence, but he could tell she was calming down.

They were sitting out on the lawn, him smoking a cigar, her reading a well worn book from the library, when Scott came to find them. "You took my motorcycle again." Logan arched an eyebrow at him and he spluttered in frustration for a second, "Whatever, don't do it again. Hank said he's got something."

Logan stood slower than he wanted to, but ruffled Rogue's hair, "You stay, get some more sun, just be careful not to read all the words off the pages."

"Ah'll try not te." She responded wryly, returning to the book as he walked away.

Hank was practically shedding in excitement when Logan found him, screaming, "Logan!" Logan just stared at him, trying to appear uninterested for his own continued sanity, though if Hank didn't get to the point fast, he might strangle the other mutant. "Right… so I went looking for women that matched the description and apparent age of your… you know. I found her."

Charles rolled in to hear the news, and Logan mourned the lost opportunity to throttle Hank, especially when the mutant began babbling, "She was reported missing in Valleyview, Alberta by her mother in April nineteen eighty three, but…the Canadian government closed the case and reported her as dead in May. She'd just survived a mass vehicular homicide attempt by a fellow student, the detectives who investigated her disappearance decided that she'd probably had a head injury and wandered into the wilderness." He finally took a breath, "Reports by other students say she somehow knew what was about to happen. She had to have been a mutant, and Stryker caught wind of what happened and took her."

Logan clenched his fists and his teeth, every fiber in him wound tight. "What was her name?" Hank blinked, as if he didn't realized that he hadn't said. He pulled a photo up on his computer, and Logan took in every detail of the young redheaded woman, feeling like his chest was being sat upon by an elephant. It was a photo from her memorial service. Text below the picture read: '12-28-1966 to 4-9-1983' and below that 'Maia Grace Kinney, beloved daughter gone too soon.'.

Notes: Next chapter takes us back to Canada! (Just a tiny note, in my head, Maia looks like actress Megan West.) Thanks again for your support, you guys are fabulous!
-Jenn