Chapter 2-Daddy?

Jamila drove away from the school. "Pietro, you're gonna have to direct me. Ah don't know a thing about the area."

"That's cool. Turn here, and keep straight till the fifth stoplight. When's your curfew?"

"Ah've never had one. Let me call mah ma." Jamila pulled out her cell phone and pressed a few buttons. "This is Jamila. Let me speak to mah ma." She waited a few minutes. "Ma? What time do you want me home?" She listened a few minutes. "Well, Granny didn't give us a curfew, but we were usually home before one, three at the latest." She tapped out a song on the steering wheel. "Midnight? Fine, Ah won't be in past midnight." She hung up.

"So, where did you move here from?"

"Atlanta Georgia. You live here all ya life?"

"No. I was born in Europe."

"Wow. Do you remember it?"

Pietro looked out the window and shrugged. "Not really. Hey, what grade are you in?"

"Tenth. You?"

"Tenth. You have your license already?"

"Ah'm sixteen, and Ah started studying to get my license right before Ah turned sixteen, so that was mah gift to mahself, a driver's license."

"Cool. Hey, left here." Jamila turned left.

"Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see." Pietro said, leaning back and smiling mysteriously. Jamila gave him a cautionary look.

"Sweetie, you're gonna find out real soon Ah'm not dumb, or naïve. Cut the bullshit."

Pietro raised an eyebrow at her. "Most girls wouldn't talk to me like that."

"Didn't say Ah was most girls, did Ah?" Jamila smiled sweetly.

"You didn't, and you're definitely not."

Jamila tapped out a beat on the steering wheel. "Ya damn right. So, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. You don't wanna ruin it, do you?" Pietro said, regaining his composure.

Jamila stopped at a red light, and turned her gaze on Pietro. "If you're thinkin of tryna fuck with me, Ah wouldn't do it if Ah were you."

Pietro held up his hands peaceably. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"See that you don't." Jamila accelerated. Soon they were out of Bayville, and on a road along a rocky cliff that overlooked the ocean.

"Turn here." 'Here' was a dirt road. Jamila turned, and drove for about five minutes, before coming to a dead end. She stopped.

"Is this it?"

"Yeah." Jamila turned off the engine and got out of the car. It was a beautiful place, high up and overlooking the ocean. Pietro had obviously come by earlier and set it up with a blanket and a picnic basket full of goodies.

"Ah wouldn't take you for the romantic type, Pietro."

"I'm not. There aren't many other places to go around Bayville."

"Oh, great, it's one of them towns." Jamila said, getting out of the car. "This place is beautiful."

"Yeah." Pietro opened the basket and pulled out some chocolate- covered strawberries. "How do you feel about strawberries and chocolate?"

"Are you jokin'? Ah love them." Jamila said, smiling at the silver-haired teen. "Lay down."

"What?"

"Lay down." Pietro lay down, and Jamila put his head on her lap. She picked up a strawberry and placed it in front of his mouth. They stayed like that until all the strawberries were gone, alternating bites. "Kinda personal for a first date, huh?"

"No, personal would be sex."

"You wouldn't know what to do with this if you had it." Jamila said teasingly, lifting Pietro's head from her lap.

"How do you know?" Pietro asked, sitting up.

"Trust me sweetie, Ah can tell these things." Jamila sat down between his legs, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She rested her head on his shoulder contentedly. He kissed the crook of her neck softly, making her shiver.

"Well?" He murmured, pushing her hair back from her ear.

"Well what?"

"Do you think I can see you again?"

"Well, you did go through all this trouble just for a first date."

"Yeah."

"Do you really want to see me again?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"Ah don't know."

"Are you going to Bayville High?"

"Yeah."

"So maybe I could show you around?"

"Ah don't see why not."

Someone chuckled. "Ain't dis sweet? Magneto's son and Sabretooth's daughter."

Jamila jerked away from Pietro and hissed. The intruder stepped forward. "Now, now chere, Gambit jus' came to deliver a message."

"Speak it and leave." Jamila snarled. She stood, and her tail twitched behind her. Her whole body was trembling. She ran her tongue around her fangs delicately. They protruded from her mouth, and combined with her tail, whiskers, and ears, she painted quite an 'exotic' picture. Because of her fangs, she spoke with a pronounced lisp, turning her 'w' sound into a 'v'.

"Your daddy wants you."

Jamila's angry look was replaced by one of curiosity. "Mah daddy?"

"Oui petit, your daddy, Sabretooth."

Jamila's eyes narrowed and her upper lip was drawn back over one of her fangs. "Vat does he vant?"

"You and your sister, chere. Dat one's father", Gambit pointed at Pietro; "could use two people with powers like yours. You either come willingly, or he takes you by force. You got until Sunday evenin'." Remy disappeared, leaving Jamila and Pietro staring at each other. Jamila's mutations did not disappear.

"You're a mutant?" Pietro asked.

"Yeah. Part lioness and part ice-controller." Jamila said, head tipped up proudly.

"I'm a mutant too."

"That's not funny."

"I am. Look." Pietro ran down the edge of the cliff and back up again. Jamila growled in surprise and hit him when he came back up. "Don't DO that!"

"Sorry. My father probably could use someone with your talents."

"Ah just found my mother, and Ah ain't leavin' her."

"Who's your mom?"

"Ororo Munroe." Jamila looked down at the ocean and watched the waves crashing.

"Don't you want to meet your dad too?"

"We still don't know who he is."

"Who else could it be?"

"Logan."

"Oh. Do you wanna go home?"

"Yeah." Jamila and Pietro packed up the remains of their late night snack and drove off.

A few hours earlier...

"So Ah can borrow your car?" Jendayi asked.

Ororo held out her hand, and a storm cloud flew into the room and began sprinkling rain on the plants. "Of course. Just be back by midnight."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Okay, thanks Mom!" Jendayi kissed her mom on the cheek and ran out of the room. Ororo smiled and shook her head.

Jendayi ran downstairs, where Kurt was waiting. She grabbed his hand. "Mah mom said yes, now let's go!" Jendayi dragged Kurt out to her mother's Honda, and jumped in. She started up the engine, and they were off. They arrived at Coney Island in no time, and Jendayi was fairly shivering with excitement. She grabbed Kurt's hand and led him to the beach. "Can we take a walk?"

"Could ve go on the Ferris vheel before ve get something to eat?" Kurt looked towards the huge Ferris wheel rotating in the air.

"Sure, the beach'll still be here." The duo started a leisurely stroll towards the Ferris wheel. They arrived, and were situated. Slowly the giant rotated, lifting them up higher and higher into the air. Jendayi could feel how tense Kurt was, so she laid her head on his shoulder, and took his hand. The Ferris wheel stopped with them at the top, giving Jendayi a perfect view of the city.

"It's pretty, ja?" Kurt said softly. Jendayi nodded, and wiggled closer to Kurt. But, since all good things come to an end, they got off the Ferris wheel and headed for the boardwalk, where they bought cotton candy and headed for the walk on the beach Jendayi wanted to take.

"Ah've never been to a beach before." Jendayi said, stooping to pick up a shell. She looked up at Kurt, smiling happily.

"Really? Maybe ve could come here more often."

"We? As in me and you?"

"Ja, me and you."

Jendayi slipped her hand into Kurt's. "Ah'd like that." They continued their leisurely stroll, with Jendayi stopping to pick up shells every once in a while. She had just found a particularly attractive specimen, when a pair of reddish metal boots stepped into her field of vision. Her eyes traveled up the boots, before resting on a face in a metal helmet. She looked behind him, and saw a feral looking blonde-haired man, and a mischievous redhead.

"You've got until Sunday. Either you and your sister come with us willingly, or we take you by force." Jendayi growled, and she swiped at the metal man with her newly formed claws. The repercussion from where her claws swiped at him sent her whole body tingling. He laughed, and the trio flew away.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"Magneto. The blonde vas Sabretooth and the redhead vas Gambit."

"THAT was Sabretooth?" Kurt opened his mouth to answer, but Jendayi began pulling him back towards the car. "Come on, we have to get back and tell mah mother."

Five Minutes Later...

"Can I call you?" Pietro asked out of the blue.

"Yes. Now, where do you live?"

"Just drop me off at the school where you picked me up. I'll be fine."

Jamila nodded, and they rode in silence all the way back to the school. "Aight, call me tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Pietro got out of the car and sped to the driver's side. Jamila rolled down her window.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Pietro gave her a lightning-fast kiss and sped away into the darkness. Jamila left, going as fast as she could without running the risk of being pulled over.

Ororo was in her room quietly reading when someone knocked. "Enter, please."

Logan walked in. Ororo looked up at him quietly. "Why didn't you tell me, Ro?"

"I saw no need. Logan, the girls may not even be your daughters, and I gave them up."

"We could have worked it out."

"What if the girls had turned out to be Sabretooth's daughters? The pain of that would be more than you could bear."

"I wouldn'ta cared."

Ororo touched his hand lightly. "But I would have."

"What does Chuck want to do?"

"The professor wants the four of us to take a blood test, just to see if your blood compares with theirs. If it doesn't, then we'll know Sabretooth is the father. It's up to you if you want or do not want to be a part of their lives."

"I want to be, even if Sabretooth's the father."

Ororo squeezed his hand. "Thank you, my friend."

Logan stood up and was getting ready to walk out of the room when a whirlwind rushed into the room. Jamila ran into him, and would have fallen backwards if he hadn't caught her.

"Mom, something happened."

"Jamila? What's wrong?"

"Someone named Gambit told me that Sabretooth was going to come for me Sunday evenin'."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes. He said that his boss could use someone like me and Jendayi." Jamila said, gasping. "You won't let him take us, will you?" She asked, eyes beginning to water.

Ororo pulled her daughter into a comforting hug. "No, no of course not. We will figure out something."

Jendayi and Kurt teleported into the room. "Mom, some guy named Magneto told me that he was going to take me and Jamila on Sunday evenin'." She panted.

"I know. Jamila just told me."

"Mom, what are we going to do?!"

"Calm down first." When Jendayi's breathing was back to normal, Ororo took the twins by the hand and led them to the professor's study.

"Ororo, come in. I already know. It seems there's nothing we can do, except take the paternity test to determine the father. Logan, go fetch Henry. Ororo, take the girls down to the lab, and wait for Henry. I will accompany you to the lab." Xavier said calmly, rolling/hovering to the door. Everyone left.

"Mom, what does Logan think about the whole thing?" Jendayi asked.

"He wants to be a part of your lives, even if Sabretooth turns out to be the father."

"Really? That would be cool." Jamila said. They arrived at the laboratory, and seated themselves on the hospital beds. Henry and Logan arrived a few minutes later.

"Now, Jendayi?" Jendayi nodded. "If you would roll up your left sleeve for me?" Henry asked, taking a large needle from a drawer. Jendayi did as asked, and Jamila gripped her hand when Henry drew the blood. A slight hiss was all the indication of Jendayi's discomfort. He repeated the process for Jamila, Ororo, and finally Logan. "If you would wait here while I analyze this?" Henry left.

"Why couldn't he just use spit?" Jendayi muttered, licking her arm.

"Blood yields better results." The professor said.

Jamila tapped her sister on her arm. "It's rude to lick in front of people."

"Not when you're bleeding it ain't." Jendayi said sulkily. Jamila gave her sister a sharp look. Jendayi stopped. "Fine, Ah won't do it anymore. The least Ah can do is make mahself comfortable." Jendayi took out her contacts, and wiggled her ears and whiskers. "That's better." Jamila followed suit, letting her eyeteeth protrude from her mouth slightly.

"Is it uncomfortable for you to be in human form?" Ororo asked.

"No, it's just that half and half feels more natural." Jendayi said, stretching.

"Professor? I think you might want to take a look at this." Henry called. The professor and the others entered Henry's lab to find him staring at his computer screen.

"What is it Henry?"

"You're not going to believe this. I almost don't believe it."

"Vat?" Jamila said, tapping her foot.

"It says here that the twins' genetic material is almost seventy- five percent Ororo, and only twenty five percent of someone else's."

"Is that possible?"

"Yes, but it is so rare most doctors don't even know about it. According to this, Jendayi's twenty-five percent is from Logan's genetic material, while Jamila's twenty-five percent is from Sabretooth's."

"What're we gonna do now? What if Magneto still decides to take Mila?" Jendayi asked, heading for a panic. She grasped her sister's hand tightly. "You can't let them take her!"

"Of course not." Ororo soothed, wrapping an arm around both girls' shoulders. Jamila looked absolutely miserable.

"There's something Ah left out about my date."

"What?"

"He's Magneto's son."

"You're dating Pietro Maximoff? Not the best idea." Logan said.

"Ah kinda figured that."

"But what the hell are we gonna do?!" Jendayi shrieked. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Keep Magneto away from the both of ya. That means neither one of ya leaves the mansion, and that me n Ro watch ya backs." Logan growled.

Jamila raised her hand timidly. "Ah CAN take care of mahself, ya know."

"Yes, I know that you can, but I would still feel better looking out for you. You and Jendayi are the only daughters I have, and no one will take you away from me." Ororo said, eyes flashing white.

"Same here." Logan said, clenching his hands into fists. Jendayi took one of his hands and uncurled it; Jamila followed suit.

"Thank you." Jamila said, leaning down and staring directly into Logan's eyes. "You don't have to help me, but Ah appreciate vat you're doing."

"Ah agree. So now what?" Jendayi asked, reaching for her mother's hand.

"I suggest that the four of you get some rest. We'll need to be on full alert tomorrow." Xavier said. The four people left.

"I want you to bring her here."

"Magneto..."

"Bring her! I will send Gambit with you to take the other one. Do not disobey me."

"When?"

"Tonight. This will not be put off any longer."

"What if they're not Sabretooth's daughters?"

"Xavier should have already done the results. If they are, take them. If not, leave them to me."

"What're you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. Now go!" Pietro left.

At the Institute...

"Hurry up, mon ami. If somebody wakes up, we'll have problems." Gambit said, tossing a playing card up into the air. Pietro gave him a dirty look, but continued typing.

"Found it! It says that Jamila is Sabretooth's daughter, but Jendayi isn't. Now what?"

"Just take the fille dat's Sabretooth's. Did you put de bug on her?"

"Of course." Pietro listened. "Third floor, last door on the left."

Pietro sped up to the mentioned place, and found the twins slumbering peacefully. He covered his mouth and pressed a button on the remote control thingy in his hand. A soft hissing sound alerted Jamila, and she sprang upright. The last thing she saw before her vision went dark were a pair of silver eyes. Jendayi never woke up. The sleeping gas dissipated, leaving no trace. Pietro lifted the unconscious girl in his arms and sped outside, where Gambit was waiting. Gambit brushed some of Jamila's hair away from her face, eliciting a slight purr from the sleeping girl. She wiggled closer to Pietro in her sleep.

"She real pretty, non?"

"Yeah, and she's mine, so back off, Cajun." Pietro said fiercely. He got into the 'getaway' car, and placed Jamila in the backseat.

Gambit chuckled. "Someone's gettin' kinda possessive, oui?" He said casually as they drove off.

"Don't worry bout it."

"I dunno, dis fille is real pretty. Gambit tink she could use a real man, 'stead of a lil boy." Gambit said, glancing back at the 'fille' in question.

"Keep ya mouth shut and drive." Pietro said, climbing in the backseat. He watched her sleep until they arrived at the hiding place for the jet, and from there to Magneto's place, and before Gambit could even look at the unconscious girl, Pietro had her in the room they had set up for her. He took one last look at the sleeping mutant before leaving to find his father.

"Well?"

"She's in there. Her sister is Wolverine's daughter, so we just brought Jamila." Pietro explained.

Magneto stroked his chin. "I see. Well, the gas should wear off soon. I want you to be there when she wakes up. Go." The teenage speed demon left.

Jamila woke up slowly, in a strange place. She sat up, taking stock of her surroundings. She crept over to the door, and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge, and neither would the window, when Jamila tried it. Captivity brought forth the young woman's wild instincts, making her transform to lion and hurl her body at the door repeatedly, roaring and growling the whole time. Her anguished mental screams could be heard throughout the entire compound.

Let me out! She punctuated each scream with a 'thud', as she threw her body at the door. After the fifteenth time, Jamila reeled back, dazed and bleeding in dozens of places. She changed back to human, and crept over to a corner of the room, where she curled up and cried. The door creaked, and Jamila looked up slowly, eyes red and face tear-stained. She growled.

"Jamila? It's me."

In a trice, Jamila's fingers were wrapped around Pietro's throat. Her claws broke the skin of his neck, and he struggled to free himself.

"My-father-made-me. I-didn't-want-to-but-I-didn't-have-a-choice." Pietro explained in a rush. "Let-me-go!"

Jamila growled, and squeezed harder. "Shut up. Ah want you to deliver a little message for me. Tell your father to let me go, or he'll suffer more than you're suffering."

"But, Jamila, listen, please." Jamila looked at him and relaxed her grip a little. "If you touch him, he'll go after Ororo and Jendayi."

"What?!"

"Yeah. You've got to trust me on this."

"Why should Ah?"

"Because, you just have to. I'll protect you."

Jamila growled, and released Pietro's throat. "Start talking."

"The best way to get yourself out of this is to start by agreeing to join us."

Jamila scoffed. "Now why would Ah do that?"

"It'll keep your family safe."

"Would it?" Jamila looked at the bleeding scratch marks on Pietro's neck and rolled her eyes before beginning to lick them clean. Pietro jerked away, startled.

"It'll keep them from getting infected. Keep talking."

"Like I said, join us, and just ask that your family not be harmed."

Jamila nodded. "Okay. Take me to see Magneto."

"Do you really want to go in your pajamas?" Jamila shook her head, and Pietro pointed out a closet of clothing. "I'll show you where the bathroom is, and then I'll take you to see Magneto."

Jamila nodded, and picked out the clothes Pietro had mentioned. He walked her to the bathroom, where she washed her injuries and cleansed her soul in preparation for her meeting with Magneto. She had picked out a pair of black jeans, a black tank top, and black sneakers. She stepped out of the bathroom.

Pietro's eyes started at her feet, and worked their way up past the shapely mile-long legs, smoothly curved hips, slim waist, gentle swell of her breasts, and stopped at her clean face. He cleared his throat. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

They set off, Pietro not noticing the cold look on Jamila's face as they set off.

(Eyes of Green; Eyes of Gold)

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