A/N: I believe there is a comic of what would happen if the X-Men died or something of that nature. I love the X-Men a lot, but this is just part of the story, it has nothing to do with anything else. I'm just getting it along for the time being.

Fifteen and already a genius.

Thankfully there were humans just like her in real life as well.

A rather beautiful teenager, she stood 5'3 and weighed at least 113 pounds. She had long brown hair that she usually was seen wearing in micro braids and had eyes as blue as sapphires. Her skin was smooth and tanned, depending on the time of year since she loved the beach. And now, by March, she would be sixteen years old.

And her attitude was every bit her father's.

Kali, as she was called now, was knelt in the back yard of the Xavier Institute with Kamara, a white Siberian tiger she had come to own since she was a child. He had become her constant companion and guardian as she found him the closest friend she knew. She was brushing his fur after a bath, one that she wound up taking one with him. She looked up hearing a motorcycle coming up the driveway.

"Daddy's home…"

Kali stood up and raced as fast as her feet could take her to the garage on the side of the mansion, jumping the fence a bit as she skidded to a stop just as the motorcycle did the same. Logan pulled off his helmet and smiled seeing his daughter there hugging her. She grinned returning his affection.

"There's my girl," he said.

"I missed ya, Daddy," she said as she beamed up at him. She hated he always traveled to someplace with the excuse to find something he was missing.

Logan gave his daughter a sad smile. "I know ya do," he said. "I'm sorry for bein' away so long, I ain't havin' much luck."

Kali gazed in her father's light blue eyes nodding her head slowly. "I understand," she said. "But at least be here when I graduate. They said I qualify this year."

Logan raised both brows impressed. "And what will ya do after?"

"I wanna be a doctor."

"A doctor?" He was a bit surprised.

"Yeah," she said. "So humans won't be afraid of us anymore. And for once I can help get your bike repaired and even let Charles extend on the school."

He studied his daughter. She always thought more of others, never herself. He reached out and touched her face gently. She looked up at him a bit surprised by the gesture, yet didn't move away from it, being the typical Daddy's girl she always was. He leaned down kissing her forehead. "You always make me proud," he said softly to her.

She looked up at him on that a faint blush covering her face. "Thank ya."

He smiled and tugged her inside. "Now…tell me more of what you've been doing."

The day seemed to drag on and on. Kali was more excited her father being home. Yet she noticed he and Xavier seemed a bit on edge. They were in the study alone for hours, while she went about her day, training, bugging the life out of her best friend, Kurt Wagner, and just doing what she did before he got back.

Logan sat staring at the bald man in the wheelchair. Charles Xavier was staring out the window in silence as he nodded his head. "I've already taken care of the finances and such," he said. He turned his wheelchair around. "There's nothing more that can be done," he said his voice somber.

"Damn bastard took fifteen years," Logan said.

"Yes, but now it seems he has it in for all of us."

Logan pushed a hand through his hair. "And she will survive?"

"Yes…only because you helped her to." Charles leaned back. "That's why I tell you now although it's been some time since I've had this vision. I don't know what the future holds for her. I can't see that far ahead."

"Damnit," Logan cursed as his hands became fists.

"You can't tell her."

Logan stared at him. "She'll try to change fate," he said. "I know her."

"Yes, but now fate lies with her," Xavier said. "Hopefully she'll refuse the path of vengeance."

Logan stood up and walked to the windows watching Kali walking Kamara for the evening. "Fifteen years," he whispered. "There's so much I wish I could change. That I could've spent more time home. That I could've provided more for her."

"You did the best you could and she's grown beautifully because of it, Logan," Xavier said nodding. "Don't ever forget that in these, our final hours."

Logan nodded and moved to get a beer. He wished he could get wasted for this.

Nighttime came and Logan walked Kali to her room. He didn't give off that anything was wrong. He moved his hands and got his dog tags off putting them around her neck. "I think it's time you had these," he said as she studied them quietly and smiled. "Take care of them, they're very old," he warned.

Kali smiled back to him and hugged him. "I will, I promise," she said. "Good night, Daddy. And welcome home!"

Logan kissed her head. "Good night," he said watching her enter her bedroom. It was only then the smile disappeared from his face as he studied the shut door. He turned walking to his room as he got a pen and a piece of paper at his desk and began to write a letter in Japanese. He was grateful to have some old friends in Japan and one woman always stood out to him, although she wasn't truly Japanese. He placed it in an envelope and sealed it as he walked to the post office down the road mailing it off express mail.

It was now 2:23 am. Everyone was asleep. A sudden explosion shook the mansion like an earthquake and even caused Kali to flop out of her bed and hit the floor hard. "Ow," she muttered rubbing her head. She then looked up hearing machine gun firing around and ducked under her bed a moment afraid it would come through the walls. When it seemed safe, she slowly moved out with Kamara at her side and looked in the hallway.

Blood and bodies lined the floors. Her bare feet touched the wet sticky red substances. She could smell gunpowder and death all around her as she forced herself to find her father. "Daddy…" she whispered looking around having to duck in rooms to keep from being spotted. She ran downstairs seeing more bodies as she moved into a ballroom on the second floor seeing Logan standing there, blood down his adamantium claws.

"Daddy!"

Logan turned around seeing his daughter. Wounds had healed from his body as he studied her a moment, a blank look in his eyes. Kali ran to him. "What's goin' on?" she cried. "Everyone's dead!"

He held her close kissing his head. "I want you to listen to me," he said not even answering her question as he put his hands on her shoulders. "I want you to run…and not look back."

"But why? I can't leave without you!" she protested. Tears streamed down her face.

He pulled her in a bear hug and held her close kissing her head. "I love you, Kalista," he whispered. "Always remember that. If anyone asks, tell them William Stryker was behind this. Make sure he is brought to justice!" He touched her cheeks. "Leave and not look back, NOW!"

At that moment, the doors were blasted open. "RUN KALISTA!" Logan screamed to her. Kali's feet slowly moved backward as she saw no other way out except for one. She burst out running dodging bullets as she and Kamara jumped through the windows and landed in the snow below. The impact crushed her leg breaking it in several places as she grunted. Yet she began to drag herself away from the blood bath when the whole mansion suddenly exploded, sending her flying into the woods and hitting a tree.

The blessed darkness took over…as new snow began to slowly fall around her.

The sound of sirens blasted through the area. Helicopters were flying overhead and many cars began to arrive. Kamara's head lifted up as he saw this. He was burnt and bloody, but alive. His fur was matted with dried blood. He looked over at Kali, who was groaning as he limped to her licking her cheeks enough to get her eyes open. He buried himself underneath her to pull her body forward toward the lights.

Kali slowly became aware of what Kamara was doing as she held onto his fur as he dragged her along slowly. She knew of how strong he was, but not this strong. Two cops at their car looked up to see a white tiger with a teenage girl holding onto him. At first, they thought he was dragging her for dinner, but then they saw that he had a collar made of braided black leather with a amethyst hanging from it. He wasn't looking hungrily at her, he was helping her. The two walked cautiously towards them.

Kamara slowly laid down in an effort to say he wasn't to hurt them. Plus he was worn out. One saw the injuries to the tiger and the injuries to the girl. "Be damned, he's her pet," he said startled. "They're both hanging by a thread!" His partner whistled for the paramedics as they rushed forward. A helicopter landed to airlift them both to the hospital.

Kali closed her eyes, the vision of what happened wracking her mind. Her hand was firmly on Kamara's head, as if to tell them don't take him away. Yet the darkness, such a comfort for her right now, appeared as it took her away, giving her some inner peace as she had no idea where the hell she was going.

Frankly, she didn't care…she just lost everything…and now her will to live was hanging by a thread.

"Miss Logan?"

No answer.

"Miss Logan?"

Kali finally looked over at the detective responsible for the case. It was as if she had phased out briefly and was now brought back to the here and now as she studied her French fries. Kamara's head laid on her lap as he was sleeping sitting up it seemed. He was still on pain medicine and it usually made him drowsy. "I'm sorry," she said as she sighed.

"It's okay," the man said. "I know it's hard to remember such things. You said your father said William Stryker did this massacre. Do you know of him?"

"Only what I was told in the past," Kali said leaning back. "That he had some scientific program called Weapon X and my dad was part of it. He wanted to create super soldiers or somethin'. I was one of those projects as well while in my mom." She suddenly realized she sounded like a live version of Frankenstein. The very thought made her look as white as a ghost.

The detective wrote this down, not seeming phased. It was as if he had Stryker's file sitting in front of him on a computer, which he actually did. He had the FBI hack into a few things and what he found was chilling, even for a mere human. This girl was completely telling the truth behind it all, since it was also in the files that were hacked. How she had the strength to even survive was amazing to him, but the fact she was so young was even more shocking.

"We've decided to send you abroad," he said. "For your safety."

She barely looked up on that one. "Japan," she said. "I know."

"And you speak the language?"

"Yes."

"We will make sure to keep in touch. Once Stryker is found, you'll be needed to testify against him. We'll make sure he gets what's coming to him, it's a capital case and he will get the death penalty."

"I'd rather be the one to flip the damned switch," Kali suddenly growled in anger.

The detective looked at her steadily. "The FBI will be taking your case from here," he said. "You will be moved to their building and from there they will take you to JFK Airport and on a flight to Tokyo." He watched her eat, seeing bandages on her arms. "On a personal note, I hope you will come back one day and let us know how you are. I'd hate to retire and not know how things are going for you."

Kali looked up at him on this. She had heard so many things on the news. She had funding from citizens who actually felt stupid for what they did to her race. She was even given funding by an old friend of Logan's named Tony Stark. Even Steve Rogers came by to the funerals held and said goodbye to his old friend. She didn't know how much outpouring this whole city was giving her, but it was enough that it actually sobered her up a bit.

"I'll make a note of that, detective," she said as she pushed away the foil wrapper, unable to eat anymore. She looked at the cast on her leg, having had a few surgeries. She then looked up seeing men in suits walk in. They had briefcases and looked pretty damn official.

The very thought had her now in fear.

The detective put a soothing hand on her shoulder as he stood up shaking the men's hands as they exchanged words. It seemed that the suited men were the FBI here to escort Kali and Kamara to the J. Edgar Hoover building there in New York. She overheard the man explain that she'd accidentally set the metal detectors off since she had metal in her system and explained on Kamara and that he had given her lunch, so she was pretty set. A wheelchair was brought out as they gently and carefully got her in. The detective held his hand out to shake hers, before following with those famous five words:

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Kali shook his hand nodding her head. "I'll be here for your retirement party," she whispered. He looked at her and smiled.

"I'll hold you to that. Be safe, Miss Logan."

The black SUV was parked on a side entrance to avoid the media. She had already planned a news conference later on. She was buckled in as Kamara laid beside her, the two men up front as they drove off. She looked out the tinted window seeing cameras and reporters lined for miles. She leaned back as she bowed her head staring down at the dog tags she wore around her neck. She slowly lifted them up as the tears slid down her cheeks. She gripped them to her head and began to cry softly.

Finally able to mourn the losses that she now bore.