Later on, that same evening, Hank arrived back from a long walk through the mansion grounds, and collapsed into his chair. He pulled off his tie and undid his top button as he exhaled deeply.
In front of him, laid out on the table was a worn leather folder, which were crammed full of papers and coloured separators – a post it note was placed on the top.

'The results requested are at the top, I think you will find it interesting. Will place a meeting tomorrow.'

Instantly recognizing Charles' writing, Hank stared at it, deciding whether it was a good idea to find out the answer to the question he was dreading the answer to.
He placed his hand on top of it and pulled it towards him. He opened the folder and looked at the first piece of paper. As he read it aloud, his voice fell into a groan.

The Paternity test requested by Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters concludes that the patient Mallory Howlett has 100% match to the patient Logan Howlett. Therefore, the two patients are definitively biologically father and daughter.

"Shit-" he sighed, leaning his head into his right hand. He then began flicking through the folder frantically searching, before stopping at a laminated birth certificate.
There was no signature for the father.
Hank bit his lip and threw the papers back down onto the table, before storming out of the office.

March 10th

As Scott locked up the door to the Languages classroom, he felt the warmth of a hand brush his shoulder and instantly smiled knowing that it was his wife, Jean greeting him.
"Finished already?" she questioned, as he turned to face her. "I thought you had a double class?"
"Yeah well, I got orders from the Professor that he needs us in the sub-floor office at four, I think it might be something to do with Logan and that girl." Scott replied, leaning down to kiss her.
"That's why I'm here…" she sighed, leaning away slightly as she prepared herself for his change in emotion. "Logan got back about an hour ago, Charles asked me to say hi and take him to his office first, to y'know…tell him the news."
Scott's face fell into an exasperated frown and he crossed his arms.
"Scott, you need to stop being like this, he hasn't made a move on me in years…catch him a break, he'll need one" she persuaded, rubbing her hands up and down Scott's arms in reassurance. "I'll see you in an hour, okay?"
Scott nodded back reluctantly, and attempted to kiss her again, to which Jean happily returned.

As Logan threw the last of his shirts carelessly in to a drawer, he collapsed onto the double bed and exhaled deeply, a hint of a smile flew across his face as he felt glad to be back. Although he had to disappear regularly to keep tabs on Bolivar Trask in Washington; the new life Logan had, gave him a chance at renewing his wrongs, ensuring his slate was clean. Adapting the timeline had not changed the past completely, he still had the history with Rogue, his adaptation from Stryker and hell, Erik still became the leader of the opposing side, but there was a new chance for them all.
His reverie was interrupted by a sudden knock at his door; he grumbled as he sat up on his bed and violently rubbed his face in his hands, attempting to make himself look more awake.
"Yeah?" he called, looking towards the door. It opened and Jean appeared, smiling at him with the smile that causes his chest to tighten every time.
"Hey you, where you been?" she asked.
"Just had some business Hank needed me to take care of up in DC, anything change while I was gone?" he questioned, hoping that she did not completely notice the diversion of her question.
"Funnily enough, that's why I'm here…the Professor needs to see you in his office" she answered, biting her lip nervously.
"His office?" he wondered. "You know why?"

Jean hesitated, seeing his brows fall into a concerned frown. She knew that he could see straight through her so lying was hopeless. He felt his throat dry up as he noticed her begin to shuffle on the spot nervously.
"I think so…" she started, before Logan took a step towards her.
"And?' he enquired impatiently. "Is it serious?"
"Honestly…I don't know." Jean sighed truthfully.
With such a vague answer, Logan's patience had run out. He knew he was possibly over-reacting, but he could not be sure. He stormed past Jean and hastily walked towards Charles' door, without time to consider niceties, he pushed opened to the door and allowed it to slam behind him.

As usual, Charles already knew of Logan's impeding rampage and calmly looked up at him with a comforting smile.
"Charles…what?" snapped Logan, placing his hands on his hips.
"I'll stop you now and tell you that this is about nothing of what is currently running through your head" Charles reassured, wheeling himself around his desk.
Logan pushed the thought of Trask into the back of his mind and exhaled deeply, allowing himself to return back to normal.
"Then what's Jean's reaction all about?" Logan asked, sitting down opposite Charles. "She didn't know whether it was serious or not…"
"Fortunately, Jean doesn't know the entireties of it yet…" Charles began. "Hank and I wanted to wait until you knew first-"
"Come on bub, come out with it" Logan grumbled, his patience still wearing thin.
"When the timeline changed, a lot of things from the past would still be the same…but some things can also change or in your case…be brought to existence." Charles began, noticing Logan's face fall into a concerned glare once again. "Do you remember anyone that went by the name of Emma James?"
Logan sat back in his chair, racing through his mind for any recollection, until he halted at a memory of a bar in Vancouver, about twenty years previous.
"Um, yeah…she was some chick I met at a bar up in Canada, she got herself into some trouble…I helped her out and then I left" Logan recalled. "But that was over twenty years ago Charles, how is that important?"
"What if you didn't leave?" Charles asked. "What if your timeline adapted itself so that you had stayed…?"
Suddenly, Logan felt a tightening in his stomach and his heart sink, realising the possibilities that could have happened, the possibilities he had never had, and never wanted.
"Charles…what happened?"

Without mentioning another word, Charles turned the television on to show him the same report that he had shown the others before. Logan sat in silence and placed his hand up to cup his jaw as he watched in astonishment. The woman he had known for only a few hours, dead…and a girl…'Howlett'…
"No, Charles that can't be right, that isn't part of me. That's not my past, they are not my past" Logan declared, his voice getting louder as he jumped out of his chair in disbelief and forcefully ran his fingers through his hair.
"Logan, there was always a possibility that-" Charles started, before he was interrupted by Logan pacing the floor, shaking his head.
"Stop, no. Nothing like this. That's not me, whoever that…she is, she is not anything to do with me" he demanded, loudly.
"I understand your frustration Logan, this came as a shock to us too. But the reason for this coming to our attention is greater…" Charles pleaded, maintaining his calming presence, which provoked Logan to reassess his behaviour.
As Logan collapsed down on the arm of the chair, the door opened Hank entered.

"I'm presuming you know about all this too?" Logan snapped.
"Yes I do Logan" he stated, walking in with his arms behind his back. "I'm assuming Charles told you why she's here?"
Suddenly, Logan felt his tolerance peak and his chest explode with rage.
"She's here?!" Logan's voice boomed. "She's not even supposed to be alive and you brought her here?!"
"Logan please…" Charles started, but his voice was drowned by Logan's loud growls.
"This can't happen, it didn't even happen to me, I didn't sleep with that woman and I sure as hell didn't have a fuckin' kid!" he bellowed.
"SHE IS NOT HERE FOR YOU." Hank's voice overpowered Logan's entirely, which caused him to be reluctantly silenced. "We currently we have a twenty year old mutant woman who spent ten years locked up in Eden, her mother dead and the entire British Government out for her blood."

Logan slumped into the chair and placed his head into his hands, trying to collect his thoughts as he felt a sudden pang of guilt. He knew of the Eden Programme and their secret experiments on child mutants, especially as the idea was derived from Stryker himself. As he calmed, he lifted up his head and attempted to address the issue more logically.

"What happened to Emma?" Logan asked in a monotone voice, staring at the floor. "Did she commit suicide or…?"
"Seeing as she was a mutant, we would automatically presume there was a chance of murder…but I'm guessing you're wondering if Mallory did it?" Hank asked, seeing Logan close his eyes in agreement. "We don't know, she's a level five mutant…most of those have certain powers that can be…unpredictable. But we're still yet to test her."

"…Logan, we brought her here so she can be safe. We feel that there is something else about this, about her that we aren't quite sure of, I feel this could be more that what is being let on to us." Charles exhaled. "We aren't asking you for anything, nothing at all. But we need you to be aware of the facts."
"Facts?" Logan questioned. "How do you even…?"
Hank took out the file that had been hidden inside his suit jacket and took out the piece of paper, proving what Logan was dreading. He read the statement over and over again in his head, his heart sinking.
"What do I do?" Logan sighed.
"It is entirely down to you. Whether you wish to progress with what you have been told is your decision, as she is not yet aware of you being here and we have not asked her about her family history. But we need you to be a part of our team to ensure that she is safe and that we find out exactly who she is and what is going on." Hank reasoned. "After all, you are part of the school and she is now one of our residents, she deserves some consistency after everything she's been through."

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