Family Matters

"So Antalya," He started and she jumped up to sit on the edge of the counter, "What are yours made of?"

"I think Diamond." She shrugged and jerked her head towards his hands. "Yours?"

"Bone surrounded by Adamantium." He flexed his hand and they shot out. He looked at them for a while before letting them slide back in.

"How do you do it?" She asked out of the blue.

He looked up at her and gave her a once over. Her long purple black hair was hanging limply at her sides and brushing the table, her light grey blue eyes tired and confused. She was pale and her heart shaped face had several cuts on it. Her appearance sent a wave of familiarity through him the image of a woman older than her smiling at him.

"Logan?" she brought his attention back to earth and blinked at him showing no emotion.

"What?" He asked clearing his throat.

"How do you do it?" she asked slowly.

"Do what?" he raised his hand and slid the claws in and out once. "That?"

She nodded and he sighed.

"It's second nature," he said crossing his arms, "Like moving your fingers. You just do it."

"Okay." She looked down at her hand and the claws slowly slid out. She kept them out and sat there with a sigh. She looked up at him and they shot back in, Talya winced and looked down scowling. "I hate these things."

"Is that your only mutation?" He asked and she shook her head. "Other than the fact you can heal."

"I can teleport," she kept her gaze on the ground tracing the path of a beetle that had crept in, "And change the color of my eyes."

"Teleport?" he asked and she nodded, "Prove it."

She stood and closed her eyes. In a puff of dark purple smoke she disappeared, appearing a moment later standing a foot in front of him with more smoke.

"Kurt has blue smoke." She said softly. She sat on the edge of the counter and looked at the ground as he legs swung back and forth. Logan watched her with intent eyes.

"How old are you kid?" He asked.

"Sixteen." She muttered.

"Where are your parents?" he tried and her leg twitched into the counter. She let out a hiss in pain and sighed.

"That I know of dead." she rubbed her face with the back of her hand. "My mother was killed by a man who I think is dead and she told me my father's name was James."

"Who killed her?" He asked. She looked up and blinked her grey blue eyes at him as they darkened to navy.

"William Stryker." She hissed and he froze, trying to think why that name was familiar. "Stryker killed my mother when I was two or three. I think my father was there but I'm probably wrong."

"You know who your father is?" He sat next to her and she shied away slightly.

"James Howlett." She stated and an image flashed through his head. Three bone claws in an older man looking down at him in muted pride and sadness. An older boy looking down at him in the middle of the woods, holding his shoulders.

"We're brothers Jimmy."

The voice echoed and he shook his head. She raised an eyebrow delicately and blinked.

"I searched for him forever but," she let out a dry laugh and looked down again a sad smile on her face, "All I found was a file on a six year old Canadian boy who killed his father and ran away in 1845. And since my father was say in his mid to late twenties when I was born it couldn't have been him. But all I have to go on is a letter from my mother written when I was born."

"Your mother?" He asked numbly as the memory faded and the facts were stated.

"Kayla Silverfox." She stated, "Dead lived in Canada. That's all I know. She ran away to give birth to me when she was twenty six and left me with my aunt, who was later kidnapped when I was around three. I was alone until Kurt found me a few weeks later. He took me under his wing and has been my father ever since."

"The whole blue skin and three finger thing doesn't creep you out?" He flexed his hands and she laughed sharply, shaking her head.

"Not anymore." She stated still smiling, "I've been with the freak for almost thirteen years so you get used to it."

"Hell I don't think I ever would." He snorted and she looked at him sidelong.

"You weren't raised by mutants were you?" he shook his head and she nodded, "Thought so. I was raised by a mutant community in Germany, well more of a large family. We were multinational too. I can speak Russian, Mandarin, German, Spanish, Portuguese, Sioux, Cherokee, English, Swahili, Egyptian, Some Indian language, Japanese, Arabic, Danish, Dari, Hungarian, Czech, Dutch, French, Greek, Hebrew, Kiswahili, Latin, Korean, Yiddish, Thai, Slovenian, Persian, Polish, Nepali, Norwegian, Malay, Mongolian, Lao, and Italian."

"Shit that's," He counted on his fingers, "Thirty Five languages,"

"Actually I speak Thirty six because it two Indian languages, "She raised two fingers, "Assamese, Punjabi oh and Hindi so Thirty Seven."

"Jesus child," He laughed, "How does that all stay in your head?"

"I naučili v preteklih vrsto let," She said looking at him with a smirk, "Der anderen dauerte länger zu lernen, Ale nakonec to stálo za to."

"What was that?" Storm was standing near the door gaping.

"It's really unattractive to gape Storm." Talya said calmly and Logan laughed. "But for your and Logan's sake I'll say that it was Slovenian, German and Czech."

"What did it mean?" Logan asked setting his feet on the ground and standing.

"I learned over the years, others took longer to learn but it was worth it in the end." She clapped and smiled. Storm looked at Logan

"She speaks thirty seven languages." He nodded going to the door, "By the way when is our German friend coming over?"

"I'm here." A German Lilt spoke from the other side of the room as a blast of dark blue smoke came along with a blue skinned man with angelic symbols over his face. Talya perked up and jumped to her feet looking over at the smoke. "Antalya!"

"Kurt!" She rushed forward and hugged him. He hugged her back and then looked her in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked stroking her hair away from her face before hugging her again.

"I'm fine Kurt." She hugged him back and Logan turned to Storm.

"Can you look up a name for me?" he asked in a whisper. She nodded her eyes on Talya and Kurt. "James Hewitt and Kayla Silverfox."

"Her mother?" She asked taking her eyes away from the pair.

"And father." He looked her in the eyes. She nodded and walked out. Logan looked back as Kurt talked quietly to Talya as she listened. With a sigh he walked out, hoping that the odd feeling he had in his stomach was just from the fact he hadn't eaten in a while.