Three Months Later
"Is she done yet?" Scott asked pulling up his sleeve to look at his watch, "Why is it that girls take so long to get ready?"
"I don't know." Logan said leaning against the pillar at the bottom of the staircase, "I'm not a girl."
"Nor am I." Kurt spoke quietly fidgeting with the edge of his coat.
"I am not one either but," Professor Xavier spoke from the doorway rolling in in his tuxedo, "I have learned that the greatest mystery of all time is the mind of a woman."
"Nicely put, Professor." Maverick smiled from the base of the stairs. "I have a question though."
"What?" Logan grunted looking down at his suit in disgust.
"Why are five guys waiting for three girls?" He asked and silence fell as Scott raised an eyebrow and Kurt walked out of the room, "Or four."
"Well my daughter kid." Logan cast a glare at him as he raised his hands in surrender.
"My girlfriend. "Scott said blinking.
"I am escorting Storm." Xavier said with a kind smile, "And you are escorting Antalya."
"Scott I must say you dress up nicely." Jean said from the top of the stairs. They all looked up and Scott grinned.
Jean had her hair brushed up into a bun, a few pieces hanging around her ears. A simple Green Satin Halter dress flowed down her body to the floor. Scott took her gloved hand and kissed it as she made it to the bottom smiling. They walked out talking quietly.
"I see how it is Jean." Storm stepped out laughing, "Leave me to do this by myself thanks."
"Ororo," Xavier caught her hand and smiled, "You look lovely."
She blushed lightly and looked down at her silver dress. It was sleeveless and went down to her waist before flaring and the bottom hem was covered in small crystals looking like snow.
He began to roll away but she stopped him looking up.
"Antalya." She called and the clinking of heels was heard down the hall.
"I don't like these shoes Storm." She complained before she even got into sight. She smiled.
"Please just wear them." She giggled as Antalya stepped into the light.
"Please stop staring I feel stupid as it is."
Her black hair was curled and pinned back with a small silver crown. Her long deep blue dress was sleeveless like Storm's but didn't flare out as much. It fell down her body and at the floor pooled slightly. Crystals dotted the top while a thick sash was wrapped around her waist that was the same blue as the dress, going out slightly below it. A diamond necklace was dangling over her sternum and a tennis bracelet hung off her left wrist.
"Holy Crap." Logan said outright and she shot him a look.
"Be quiet Logan." She muttered to herself before letting Maverick take her hand. "What is it Mav? Spit it out."
"You look beautiful." He said and she blushed looking at the ground.
"Thanks." She looked back up her electric blue eyes found Logan's and she smirked. "You got a problem over there?"
"Not really." He shook his head matching his daughters grin. "But as your father I have a few things to say to Maverick Davenport."
"Oh God." She muttered, "Sorry Maverick."
"No problem." He kissed her head and looked at Logan. "Yes sir?"
"You be good to her." He pointed a finger at her as Xavier chuckled, "I know where your room is and…"
"I know what you're capable of." Maverick countered. "I'll be good to her sir."
"Good boy. "He slapped his cheek lightly and turned to Antalya, "I was going to pull a Dad and bring a camera…"
"I would have killed you." She sang walking off with Maverick. "Don't worry Logan. Everything will be fine."
"So you have your things packed?" He called and Maverick winced. She looked back coolly.
"Yes I do." She nodded. "Now come in Logan you'll miss the dance."
"So she's still going to leave." A German voice said from behind him. Logan sighed.
"Yeah she's still leaving." He admitted as Kurt appeared beside him. "But we'll know where she is."
"And She'll be safe." Kurt nodded concern in his eyes reminding Logan that this was the man that raised his daughter.
"Yes," He said uncertainly as the doors opened and his daughter walked away, "She'll be safe."