Cyclops's shoulders slumped. His gaze went to Havok, who was still clutching his wounded arm. Then to Sophie, Wolverine's daughter that had apparently slept with his younger brother last night. Then finally back to Logan, his adamanteum claws drawn out. It looked like Logan was ready to slaughter everyone in the hallway. Cyclops turned to his younger brother,

"Is this true, Alex?"

Cyclops's tone was harsh and cold. His eyes glared into his brother's soul. Havok nodded in reply, his blue eyes shined in fear of his brother's impending wrath (not counting Wolverine's wrath). Sophie bit her upper lip. She glanced worriedly at Havok's claw slashes. The slashes were still slowly drawing blood. It worried her even though the bleeding had slowed way down.

Sophie cleared her voice to speak. Every eye in the hallway turned towards her. She opened her mouth to say something in Havok's defense when Cyclops interrupted her. He was clearly not done interrogating his brother.

"You two used a condom, right?" Cyclops asked sternly.

Sophie felt heat rush into her cheeks. She had no clue whatsoever if Havok had remembered to use protection. She wasn't even sure if Havok owned protection for "activities" like this. The eyes turned from Sophie to Havok. Havok sighed, his gaze downcast. He was staring at his bare feet.

"Well Bub, we're all waiting for an answer," Logan snapped impatiently.

Sophie crossed her fingers for a "yes".

"No. . . I didn't," Havok muttered, his gaze still downcast. "Sorry."

"I'm-going-to-kill-you-Alex-an-der-Sum-mers," Logan growled. "If-any-thing-happens-to-Sophie." Logan pronounced each syallable together, without a breath inbetween.

"Dammit Logan! What are you so pissed about?! It was just once so far!" Sophie exclaimed.

Logan threw his arms into the air, his adamanteum claws still drawn out.

"Once! That makes me feel a lot better! You should know better than anyone that once could be enough!" Logan yelled.

Sophie thought her father was starting to sound a little hysterical.

"What do you mean I 'should know better than anyone', Wolverine?!" Sophie yelled back. She didn't like where this was going. Not one bit.

"It took only one time with your mother and I," Logan replied.

Sophie glared. She crossed her arms. She had nothing else to say to her father. . . for now. Now, she had to help lead her boyfriend to the infirmary where Jean Gray could give him the medical attention he needed.

By this time it was about 8:30 A.M. The early risers had heard all of the commotion in the hallway by the stairs. As Sophie walked Havok to the infirmary, she realized that by noon, everyone in the school would know that she and Havok had. . . enough said.

(LATER)

Three hours had passed since the closet fiasco earlier that morning. Sophie felt like she would rather be anywhere else that day. She would rather be back at the Pop-In Bar and dealing with that creep Marcus than be at this school.

When she had dropped Havok off at the infirmary, whispers echoed behind her footsteps. All of the students in the school were whispering about her private life. She even heard traces of "slut" and "hooker" when she had walked past a group of gossiping girls. Stupid thirteen year old girls that had nothing bettter to talk about.

Sophie was getting desperate for escape. All of this noise in the mansion was driving her insane. So, with no options left, she walked up the stairs to the outside of her father's quarters. Sophie knocked on his door. No answer. She knew Logan was in there, he just wasn't opening the door.

"Logan," Sophie said, still knocking on the door. "Dad. . . It's me. I. . . need to talk."

The door opened. Logan's face was seriously withdrawn and his stubble was turning into a beard. Logan crossed his arms, leaning against the side of the doorway. A minute of awkward silence went by. Finally, Logan muttered,

"Start talking, Kid. You said you wanted to."

Sophie started fiddling with the ends of her hair.

"It's just. . . uh. . . er. . . " She didn't know where to start.

Logan uncrossed his arms. He attempted to make himself soft, more approachable.

"What's on your mind?" Logan tried to keep his bitterness in check. Otherwise, he knew, she would never talk.

"Are you worried about me?" Sophie blurted.

Logan's eyebrows rose, he stood straighter. He motioned for Sophie to enter his room. They needed privacy for this discussion. When Sophie walked in Logan motioned for her to sit down in the desk chair. She sat down and locked eye contact with Logan. Logan satyed standing.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Well. . . earlier you mentioned yours and my mom's. . . fling. And how I was basicly an accident. What I'm asking is. . . are you worried that will happen to me and Havok?"

Logan was not ready to have this discussion with his sixteen year old daughter.

"I would be lying if I said 'no', Sophie, "Logan replied. "Why? Are you worried?"

Sophie shrugged her shoulders lamely.

"A little I guess. I mean what if I am?"

"If you are what?" Logan asked softly. Though he already knew the answer.

"Pregnant."

Logan sighed. "Well Kid, I wouldn't worry about it for a few weeks. If you aren't, great. You got lucky this time. If you are. . . I know some people that might adopt the baby."

Sophie's jaw dropped.

"Adoption?!" Sophie exclaimed.

Logan nodded. "You're a kid yourself, Sophie. You and. . . that-" (Logan meant Havok)"- aren't ready for parenthood. You don't know how to take care of a baby."

"I know that. But I've been taking care of myself since I was fourteen."

"True, but you were just responsible for yourself. You would be responsible for another human being."

"Adoption though? Giving up my own child to complete strangers?! That's. . . that's. . . heartless in my eyes."

Logan noticed Sophie's chin began to tremble. Logan walked over to Sophie and laid his hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Look Soph, if it makes you feel any better, in about three weeks, I'll go with you to Jean's office to get a test done. If its positive. . . we'll figure it out somehow."

To his astonishment, Sophie gave her father a hug. A real hug. Maybe, finally, Sophie and Logan had connected as father and daughter. Maybe the fighting, the anger, the glares, would all die down.

Maybe.

Maybe they could have a real parental relationship now. As Logan kept his arms around his little girl, who was quietly leaking tears into his shirt, he wondered of he was going from father to grandfather.

Maybe. Or maybe not.