Logan replied after a pause,
"I don't remember your mother."
Sophie leapt up from her chair and lunged for Logan. She pushed him. And he let her. He knew he could have stopped her, but for some reason he didn't.
"You son of a-" Sophie began but stopped as Jean ran in between her and Logan. Jean held Sophie back by her shoulders. "How dare you!" Sophie yelled. "Where were you 'Dad', for the past sixteen years, huh? Where were you when I needed you? Where were you when Mom was arrested two years ago? I was alone. . . "
The resistance seemed to drain from Sophie then. She turned her gaze away from Logan, her father. Her hair covered her face, more importantly her eyes. So that no one in the room could see that she was crying. Sneaking a quick glance, Sophie saw Logan look taken aback.
Logan wished he could remember Josslyn Glass, his daughter's mother. But for the life of him he couldn't because of his mysterious amnesia, causing him to forget his dark past.
"I'm sorry Sophie," Logan said, he meant what he said but spent no time sounding mushy.
Sophie didn't acknowledge Logan's apology.
Cyclops asked,
"Why did your mother get arrested Sophie?"
Sophie wiped her face on her sleeve before replying,
"For fraud. Mom is a con artist."
Logan felt his gut drop.
"Then who took care of you?" Jean asked, she was still gripping Sophie by her shoulders.
"No one," Sophie replied. "I've been on my own since I was fourteen."
Cyclops looked amused.
"Just like your father," Cyclops scoffed.
Logan glared at Cyclops. He felt his claws's desire to slash Cyclops's throat open.
"Don't talk to my kid like that," Logan growled.
"That's quite enough," Professor X cut in before things got serious.
"I'm not your 'kid' and you're no father," Sophie snarled. She turned to Professor X. "Mr. Xavier, may I be excused?"
"No," Logan cut in.
Sophie ignored Logan. Professor X nodded. Sophie fast-walked to the exit. She wretched the door open and slammed it behind her.
Logan did not stop her.
Outside, Xavier's School
Sophie sat on the front lawn, examining her knuckles. Her mind was racing, processing everything she had just learned. For as long as she could remember, Sophie had wondered who her father was and what he was like.
Now that she knew. . .
Logan seemed like a nice guy, but not anything like the fatherly type. Then again she had only met the guy barely twenty four hours. Okay, he did defend her against that creep back in the bar. But that didn't make up all that he had missed in her life. Lost in her thoughts, Sophie didn't notice another prescence beside her.
"Hey."
Havok.
Sophie looked up and saw that it was Havok standing before her, one hand in his jeans pocket. He sat down beside her in the grass.
"Hi," Sophie said glumly.
Havok's expression turned from care-free to serious in a split-second. He seemed to sense that something was wrong.
"So what happened?" Havok asked, his blue eyes reflecting his concern.
Sophie hesitated. She bent her eyes down and picked at the lawn grass as she said,
"You know Wolverine, or Logan or whatever he's calls himself?"
Havok nodded, eager to know what was going on so that he could help Sophie feel better.
"He's my father."
Havok barely blinked. He took the news better than Sophie expected him to. He was still suprised, but he wasn't freaking out.
"Makes sense," Havok shrugged.
"Really?" Sophie said as she draped her dark brown hair over her shoulder.
"Yes. Hey you both have claws, right?" Havok asked.
"Yeah. . . Where'd you hear that, Havok?"
Havok grinned.
"You pick up stuff quickly at this school."
Sophie nudged Havok playfully on his arm. Silence then passed for a full minute. Then Havok broke it by asking,
"What is it like?"
Sophie felt confused.
"What-?"
Havok inclined his head to her hands.
"Your claws."
"Oh," Sophie went back to rubbing her knuckles, tracing the scars where the claws tore through. "They're quite hideous actually."
Havok laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but a compassionate one.
"I don't believe you Sophie," Havok said. "I bet they as beautiful as your face."
Sophie felt her cheeks grow hot in embaressment. "That's a compliment right?"
Havok's fell slightly. "Yes, of course it is."
Havok inched closer to her. Sophie hadn't notice how close Havok was already to her. She had forgotten when Havok pressed his palm to her cheek.
Their blue eyes connecting, as well as lips.
Havok's kiss was warm and soft, yet deeply full of hidden passion.
He started to break away. . .
"Wow. . . " Sophie whispered, exasperated. So that was what a kiss felt like. . .
She leaned in again and returned Havok's kiss. She didn't care who watched. It felt like her and Havok were the only two people in the world.
ONE HOUR LATER. . .
Sophie and Havok were walking towards Sophie's newly assinged dormitory an hour later after passionate kissing in some bushes. They held hands on the way.
Along the way, Logan saw Havok with his daughter.
"You work quickly," Logan said to Havok, as though ready to brawl with his daughter's. . . whatever Havok and Sophie were.
Sophie felt Havok's hand clench tighter against hers in annoyance. Before Havok could say anything to Logan Sophie snapped,
"Apparently so do you."
Without waiting for Logan's reply, Sophie continued walking but not after she gave Havok a long, deep kiss. When they got to Sophie's dormitory Havok said,
"I guess we're a couple now."
Sophie laughed. Havok found Sophie's laugh deeply attractive.
"Yeah," Sophie said and then kissed him again for about the hundreth time that day.
Havok hugged his girlfriend and wished her goodnight.
