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I've been trying to avoid writing this till i had taken a few of my meds. Mostly cause of some stuff thats been happening. Though i am glad to say I'm in love with a guy who without knowing it, helped me be able to write this.

Anyone else ever noticed that whenever someone says that they don't mean to overreact, they like do?

Less then an hour earlier...

Voices began to get louder as three people argued with each other. The large lab would need sound proof walls soon.

"Weapon X killed hundreds of people! He did as he was ordered to do! So get over it!" An older scientist yelled at Mia, having to pause every few words to catch his breath as his words repeated themselves as they bounced off one wall and screamed into her ears.

She just crossed her arms, not believing a word he was saying. Her dark brown hair was up in a tight bun as she wore a gray button up under her white lab coat with blue jeans.

"Would you just listen to yourself Mia, you're defending a killer. A murder." He said, a tiny bit calmer as close to her as he could get without having to be reported for sexual harassment.

"Thats 'cause you made him a killer, I think I'm allowed to defend him" she wasn't going to give up, she would never allow herself to live if she let them continue their plans. It'd cause pain to Logan's whole family along with all the students at the school.

"Whys that?" A younger scientist asked, as he circled her like a shark circling its pray. "Possibly because you, yourself make a fine test subject?" He continued coldly, pausing before continuing, just to annoy her, he spoke right before she was about to something. "And that your son may carry the wolverine gene that we need?"

"I'm not his daughter." She protested against them, a cold glare in her eyes at the two.

He smiled as the other man took a step closer to her, the pair was beginning to gang up on her. "I never said you were."

"Then leave my son out of it, he's just a baby, he doesn't have any powers or claws."

"We haven't told you yet?" He paused, a wicked smile across both of their faces.

"When your son was born he was discovered to have the weapon x gene. The claws" she glared at him "and what are you going to do about it? Unlike the other test subjects I won't let you take him" she said harshly, wishing she had her own claws. "I said I'd do my job as long as y'all left my family out of it."

"Believe it or not but we let you join only because your father was a weapon, you are no longer needed." He said as if she was only toy or an object.

"You can't kill me." she began to walk backwards towards a pair of steel doors as they walked towards her. "We won't, just cause it" "you know that" they said.

"Doubted" she turned and ran for her life, picking up some speed from the powers she inherited from her father.

"Stop her!" She heard from behind her.

She stopped, seeing the one person who would help her, the one person who'd agreed with everything she had every done, he'd felt her pain when she had argued with her mother let her cry on his shoulder. There wasn't a soul person she trusted more, not her mother, not her friends, no one else but him.

"Kev, help me. Please" she begged, clinging onto his shirt. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can" he said softly to her, slowly placing a gun to her side. "Just let me do this" he said. Looking up at him, she saw that he was calm, almost sad for some reason. Her whole body was telling her to move, knowing the gun was there, feeling the gun being pressed against her side.

Thoughts were running across her mind, running away was just a choice. She didn't have to choose it, she could end it all right then and there. She wouldn't have to keep on living this lie, she could die. But that choice wasn't her kind of choice.

It wasn't her style to just give up, quickly she moved backwards, the bullet only slid across her stomach. Her hands pushed him harshly and hard back to the ground behind him then her feet moved her down the hallway towards the daycare center. Tears running down her cheeks.

The two scientists looked between each other, thinking of the girl who had just given them the chance of their lives, "did you see the speed of her run?"

"Think we'll be able to expect that from the new test subject?" The younger scientist asked.

"Five of the original test subjects survived the radiation, and 33 was 5 years old." "Plus with his healing factor already showing..."

"He'll be able to have it, easily at 4."

"Sir, don't you think thats a little too young? 34 was in pain for 2 weeks before being killed" the younger man said, speaking his mind on the matter that seemed so inhuman.

"Don't go pulling Kinney on me, you know I'm not afraid to get you killed" he said as he answered the phone.

"Dr. Rice, weapon 15 X has been located" the young woman on the other end stated, "where?"

"He's following weapon X, he has been living at the Xavier school with him." He smiled, feeling lucky.

"Wheres Jaime?" Kristan asked a young woman who was in charge of the daycare center. Several kids between one and ten were all over the playroom, just carefree playing. "Hes playing with the blocks, I thought you and Kevin were working another hour"

"Kev is but I'm going" she replied as she walked over to her son who was stacking blocks with another boy around his age.

"Momma" he said attempting to walk over to her as best as he could before being picked up by Mia.

"Oh my god" the daycare woman said, noticing the blood. "Just a little accident, bye" Mia replied quickly as she carried her son out of the room in a rush.

Current

Kristan glanced between them, none of them could look her in the eye, not even Logan. Tears appeared in her eyes before her knees caved in and she hugged her youngest son tightly. Logan turned and started sprinting back to the parking lot with his car.

"Kristan?" Logan's clone said to the now crying woman.

"Shut up" Kristan's oldest son said harshly to him.

"If Mia's hurt then have to go" he replied quickly, hating the idea of them just standing there as his full attention now on him.

"Just shut up! This isn't any of your business" he barked back, harsher and colder then before.

He shoved his hands into his black leather jacket pockets then headed back to where Logan was, his eyes changing to their original blue. In the light, they could see that he wore a red shirt under the leather jacket with blue jeans and black boots, blending in with the darkness must've been easy for him.

"I'm gonna call dad, and tell him" the older boy said before turning and walking away from them.

Kristan looked at her 10 year old son, who was crying into her shirt. "Zach?" She asked for him quietly, the young boy looked up at his mother. "Tell Alec to take you home and for all of you to stay with your dad, kay?" Her other boy had now gotten her attention, "what? We shes our sister, can't we see her?" He argued.

She stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes "well, Danny's at home and I don't want him home alone all night. Shes probably seriously hurt and you three being there is not going to help." She sighed, leaning against the wall.

"And that weirdo is going to go?" Alec, the older brother asked, referring to Logan's clone.

"This is not up for a debate, you three are going to go home and stay there." She ordered, leaving the three with a chill.

"We should get going" the middle brother said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, who was that guy?" He asked. "Probably another one of Logan's fun nights" the older brother said harshly going into the small store across the street. He sighed, stopping to pick up his younger brother "come on, we don't have t' go to right now." He said as he gave his brother a faint smile.

"Would some ice cream help?" the other brother asked as he just nodded.

Thanks kid he thought, thanking the boy in his mind as he used his light telepathic to stop any policemen on his way. Blinding the car from the memories of the other drivers, saving Logan, a good ten minutes of the traffic and red lights. He simply glanced to the seat next to his at Kristan. He could smell the tears that must have fall only recently.

"Ya shouldn't cry. It makes other worry more" Logan said as she only looked at him without moving her head, glancing back out the window with pain.

"She was in serious condition a few years ago, she was in a lot of pain and cried a lot." She paused, this was one of those memories she didn't want to tell him, but felt it was needed.

"What had happened?"

"A car accident"

"Mrs. Kristan? Do you mind me reading your mind of the accident?" The boy in back asked, his eyes were more focused on the cars around, having the people's minds forgetting everything they were seeing.

She looked back at him before looking at Logan. "If you tell me your name."

"My mom named me Ken'ichi but everyone just calls me Ethan." He said calmly before "drive normally so I can figure this out."

"An' here I thought I was the adult" Logan thought out loud feeling Ethan's smirk.

He closed his eyes, reading though the womans thoughts...

"She might die here tonight" "Its amazing that she was able to live"

"Yeah I got job inside some program of the government's." Mia said over the phone, she sounded happy. "Theres this guy I'm working with, hes cute." Kristan let out a sigh of relief that her daughter was doing good. "What are you doing for them?" Kristan asked. "Currently its cloning, we're working on the prefect soldier," she answered.

Mia's dark brown hair touched her shoulders as she leaned against a man's chest. His arms were on her hips as he slowly pulled her into a tight hug. Kristan, watched them, unsure. He softly kissed her forehead as she cried. "I can't believe what they were doing, the people they'd hurt just to have their soldier." Her grip on his gray shirt tightened, "I feel so horrible, but if I quit the project now then they'd never treat them right," she cried. "They aren't human, they're just clones. Don't think of them as anything else" he said softly.

He slowly opened his natural blue eyes as he looked at her. "I don't believe this" he lightly chuckled at himself before his eyes changed red. "I can't stick around" he opened the door, "Ethan! Stay in car!" Kristan yelled at him, turning in her seat to look at him.

"Told ya already. Hope Mia lives" he said, jumping out of the car, in the air for a moment before grabbing the iron bars that held the bridge together.

Kristan watched her mouth open, as Logan drove the car away from him. "Logan! Stop the car! He's gonna fall off an' die!" She yelled.

"He just might be better then me, an' he didn't fall off or get hurt."

She leaned back and closed the door with a hard slam. "Are there only crazy teenagers at the school?"

"Heh, most of 'em are but hes not even a teenager."

The rest of the ride there was quiet, not a word was spoken between them even when Logan attempted a conversation, it ended with his last word. He didn't care if she didn't want to talk, he could handle the quiet.

Once the car was parked, they ran inside. Logan pushed himself into the emergency room she was in. Kristan froze at the site as he stopped at the doorway.

Tears were running down her face as a oxygen mask was over her mouth, she appeared to be completely unable to move and in pain as blood from a cut above her head ran down her face. Several doctors were around her bed.

"Mia" Kristan said, covering her mouth with her hands as she was unable to look away from her daughter. "Excuse me but only doctors and family members are allowed in here." A nurse said as she looked between them.

"I'm her brother and shes her sister, how is she?" Logan said quickly, finding it unimportant to why the nurse was bothering them.

"Well, the doctors are doing the best they can and shes was seriously hurt. She was in a car accident with her son." The Nurse said, flipping between a few pieces of papers that were on a clip board.

"Hows Jaime?"

"Hes got a broken arm and leg, along with a few stitches but he should be fine."

Kristan leaned against the wall, looking away from them. "You can't see Mia but you both can see Jaime" she said.

"Where?" Logan asked before the nurse led the two away from Mia's room into another room where the small toddler laid in bed. The boy's hazel eyes lite up at the site of his grandmother. As his brown hair had been wet back in order to clean the cut on his forehead which only had a large white bandage over. His free arm stretched out at them.

Kristan held his small hand then with took Logan's hand and put it into his. "Hes your blood too so you could get to know him better" "yeah yeah" he replied lightly smiling at the boy as he tried to m\ove.

"Hes such a cute baby" a nurse said to the other nurse as they watched "now we know where he gets it from." "No thats his uncle" "yeah sure" she whispered to the other nurse "and thats why they don't look a bit the same" she continued, before Logan looked back at them with a glare.

"What were they talking about?" "Nothin' important" he replied his attention back on the small boy.

He didn't have any idea what was going on exactly and the car accident wasn't something he understood but he didn't like it. He was tired of crying and the swelling wasn't as painful as it was at first. The pain killers had taken away all the pain he felt.

The doctor kicked them out of the room and then they were stuck in the waiting room. Logan didn't want to leave since he had came to met her, he was going to met her. He wanted to, he wasn't going to go to her funeral, he wasn't go to leave her there.

It was late, around 12 pm when the phone rang inside the Xavier school. Jean grabbed the phone at the first ring, answering. "Logan?" Jean asked hoping it was him.

"Hey Jean" he replied over the phone.

"Where are you? I thought you would be home hours ago" she asked, worried about him.

"A couple friends of mine is in the hospital, they were in an accident so I'm just gonna wait around an' make sure they're okay" he answered.

"Got your key?" She asked him.

"Yeah" he replied.

They were both quiet as Jean was sleeping from a long day involving a mission to Texas and a fight between two students, Logan was rather glad for the silence since the hospital was so loud. "Hey Jeannie, I love ya an' the kids."

"We love you too."

"Night"

"Night"

I figured that might be a little depressing so I figured I'd leave you with a funny little story.

My brother is 13 and he plays halo online and this guy kept calling him hamster boy during the whole game. It was funny. The dude was like "hamster boy dies!"

My brother would be like "see that?" And the guy would be like "see this" throw a sticky bomb at him then blow him up. DEFINITELY the high light to my Sunday night. He was totally dissing my bro the whole game.

Thanks to the total hottie Remoryu for reviewing
heh heh kind of hope he doesn't read that, makes me pretty nervous to post it and the beginning.