Disclaimer: Same as always.
A/N: Sorry it's been forever since I've updated. I'm really excited about the chapters to come in this story. It's gonna be different than alot of stories. I'm not gonna have drama with Magneto for a while to come. For a while it'll be with the whole L/J/S triangle. Gonna be very interesting. Hope you like.
Reagan, Conner, Jean, and Logan sat at a table in the library looking through pictures of Reagan and Conner from the belongings they took from the Hicks. The belongings included everything that had any connections to Reagan or Conner. The pictures they were currently looking at were from a few months ago at a lake near the town the Hicks had lived at. In one particular picture, Reagan and Conner were sitting on the dock with their feet in the water, the picture taken from a boat in front of them. Conner wore black swimming trunks with flames down the side, his already toned chest and stomach making him look very handsome and mature for his age. Reagan wore a black two piece swimming suit with red stripes on the top going diagonally and vertically on the boy short bottoms. She was also slim and well toned, looking older than her age.
Logan laughed as he looked at it and elbowed Jean in the ribs playfully. "She's so a mini you, I think you even have that swimming suit."
"Yeah, I do. But look, Conner has on swimming trunks. At least he's not too stubborn to wear actual trunks instead of just shorts," she shot back laughing.
"Huh?" Conner asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Your father refuses to wear swimming trunks. He wears shorts instead," Jean answered.
"I don't refuse I just don't like to," Logan said stubbornly.
"Yeah, right," Jean said.
Reagan and Conner both laughed at the playful banter between their parents. They were already loving being able to talk to their real parents and instantly they loved them. Their only problem was why their parents weren't together and why their mom was with Professor Scott Summers, whom had been mean to them ever since they had arrived. The only words they ever heard from him were, "don't do this, don't do that, don't touch this, don't go in there, don't talk to him, don't talk to her," it was like all he knew was rules and restrictions.
"Hey, I have a question. Who is this Alex kid and what are his mutations?" Conner suddenly asked.
"Yeah, who is he? He was following us around all day long," Reagan added.
"Uhm, Alex is my other son," Jean said her gaze downcast.
"Your other son!" Conner and Reagan both screached. "What the hell?" Conner finished himself.
"Watch your language kid!" they heard as Scott and Alex walked into the library.
"Don't you dare boss my son around!" Logan said jumping from the table so fast his chair fell over.
Reagan and Conner both jumped up and seeing their father pop his claws, did so also. They stood one on each side of him in the defensive position they had taken automatically. Logan glanced to his sides hearing his children stand up. He took a deep breath and pulled his claws back in. He laid a hand on the shoulders of his children. The twins stood straight again and stood closer to their father. Reagan placed an arm around his waist and Conner followed suit. The three walked out together. Conner and Reagan both sent death glares toward Scott and Alex even looks of disappointment toward Jean.
After the three had left. Jean stood walked toward her youngest son, gave him a kiss on the cheek. She glanced toward Scott and lowered her head, walking out of the room towards the room she had lived in as a teenager, the room she hadn't slept in for over 15 years.