Chapter Two

"Dad? No it can't be you, who are you, what did you do to him?" She continued to yell bringing her hands back up, prepared to fight.

"I'm gonna show ya something, I'm gonna go into my pocket, so don't come charging me or anything," Logan reached into his back pocket quickly and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and pulled something out and handed it to Karigan. "Remember when you sent me that?"

Karigan reached up and took the photo and backed up to the table again. She looked down at the picture and tears once again began to well up in her eyes, she was looking a picture of herself, her mother had taken it at her eighth grade graduation ceremony. She was wearing dark blue jeans with a black dress pulled over it.

"Remember how I wrote ya back after I got this and asked ya why wear a dress and pants at the same time, and you said that your mom had said that she didn't care what you wore with it as long as for once in your life you wore a dress. Do you remember that?" He looked at Karigan pleading with his eyes for her to remember, he'd never wanted to comfort someone so much in his life. He didn't know what had happened to his girl, but he did know that he'd make the bastard pay.

Karigan's hand that was holding the picture began to tremble, tears were flowing freely from her eyes once again, but this time not in anger.

"Daddy," this time as she said his name she slid down to the ground, finally so defeated that she could only sit and cry. Logan slowly approached her, and sank down to one knee so he was eye level to her. Karigan looked up at him and moved her hands a little, the claws were still there almost mocking her. "It hurts so bad."

He pulled her into his arms paying no mind to the adamantium, it's not like it could hurt him anyway.

"I know it does kid."

"I don't know how to make it stop, I don't know how to make them go away," she whispered into his shirt that was no covered with her tears.

"How'd you do it last time," she looked up at him curiously. Logan sighed, "well the last time they came out, what did ya do to make 'em go away?"

The look on Karigan's face would have been almost comical if the circumstances had been different.

"Well while we wait for ya to remember, tell me about the picture ya sent me. What was with the pants and the dress anyway? I never did get a straight answer out of ya." He didn't know what else to do, Logan's only hope was that distracting her from the foot of metal protruding from her hand would retract them.

She seemed to almost to nestle farther into the crook of his arm, relaxing a bit. "Well you know how mom is, she's a girl. He closet is full of dresses, skirts, and things with lace and flowers on them. She knew that if it were up to me there'd be nothing in my closet but blue jeans, sneakers, and random t-shirts. I was stuffing the random dresses that she would buy me in the back of my closet, and every time she would try to get me to wear one we'd get into this gib argument that normally ended with me storming off to my room."

She hasn't realized that the claws had once again slid back into her skin, so engrossed in her story about the eighth grade.

"So finally she said, 'I don't care what you say you're wearing a dress if it's the last thing you do.' So being the smart ass that I am," Karigan looked up at him, "she says I get that from you by the way." He snorted. "I decided alright, I'll wear your dress, so I put a tank top on under it, and jeans, my converse shoes, and I added a studded belt on top of it all as jewelry. By the time she actually saw me in all of that I was already on stage shaking hands with my principal and I was grounded for a week."

Karigan smiled a crooked smile and leaned off of Logan and instinctively reached up with her hand to wipe away the remnants of her tears and noticed her hands were back to normal.

"Hey, they're back to normal." She was looking down her hands as if they belonged to someone else, it was almost as if she were waiting for the claws to come back and attack her. She rubbed her fingers over where the claws and once been and shuttered a bit.

"Jean," the Professor said, startling both Karigan and Logan, they had both forgotten that anyone else was in the room. "Would you be so kind as to get the room ready that's next door to Logan's I'm sure Karigan would be more comfortable next to her father, then you can return to bed."

Karigan and Logan pulled themselves up from the floor as Jean silently left the infirmary. "Well," the Professor continued, "this has been the most exciting night that we've had in a while. I'm sure we could all use a bit of sleep."

Logan looked down at Karigan, he would love nothing more than to have some alone time to figure out what in the world had happened. He still had no idea how she had gotten here, sure she knew his address from the letters but how did she get from Washington State to New York, and where was her mother? How long had she known that she was a mutant, and who had put her though the same cruel torture that he had previously went through?

"Um…" Karigan said addressing the Professor for the first time. She shuffled a bit closer to Logan if at all possible. "Who are you?"

End of chapter two. Hope you liked it R&R please.