Rogue wasn't the only one in shock that Logan had a kid. Most of the mutants who knew Artemis were in disbelief her father was not only still alive, but a mutant that was almost as well known as the Professor was.
Wolverine was well known in the mutant community for becoming a berserker when crossed. Because of his healing ability, he was known for getting the job done no matter what...and that was before he got his metal claws.
Logan was more interesting in getting back his past. Having the magicals on his side made that a much easier process and it didn't involve the Professor digging through his head. Reading battle reports and first-hand accounts of him and his brother Viktor was a real eye opener.
However finding out that his brother was also the same asshole who attacked him while he was with Rogue also meant they wouldn't be having any touching family reunions any time soon. Sabertooth was definitely not the sort of person he wanted to be around, brother or not.
The same couldn't be said of his daughter. Artemis really had inherited a lot of his traits, unknowingly at least. She was a natural hunter, one more in-tuned with the base animal instincts all humans had but almost all of them ignored. Strangely her pet foxes also seemed to like him, which was a major plus in her book.
Logan planned to go on a camping trip once they figured out what Magneto was up to if only so they could have some father-daughter bonding time that didn't involve crowds. If there was one thing they both agreed on, it was that they hated cities and crowds.
"I've found a piece of information you might find interesting," said Mystique.
"Oh?"
Mystique slid what looked like test results to Magneto. He opened it, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He knew that name.
"Has he been informed?"
"I thought you would be less likely to be attacked when he found out."
In his hands was a copy of the DNA test Jean ordered on Logan, codename "Wolverine", and the "Huntress", named Artemis Fox.
Sabertooth had a grudge against Logan, and not because his brother turned his back on him all those years ago. He wasn't likely to take the news his brother had a daughter who inherited her father's mutation well at all.
"You're probably right about that. We need to handle this carefully."
"What are the odds she'd turn against the woman who's claimed her as her sister?" asked Mystique.
"Not very good. However she isn't as tame as she appears. She was the one who got the MRA shut down permanently though the use of history of all things. The odds of another bill like it coming through any time soon is next to impossible, thanks to her. If e could come up with a persuasive argument, she might sympathize with us," said Magneto.
A meeting with Stryker might change her mind about humans, but he wasn't going to allow any mutant child come within fifty feet of that lunatic.
He might kill for the sake of his brethren, but at least he didn't try to hide behind some religious doctrine. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but the fact of the matter was he didn't care. It wasn't like he had any other options that worked, and he had tried for a while before settling on his current path.
Sabertooth walked in, and he looked pissed.
"What's this I hear about a girl?"
"Who told you?"
Sabertooth tapped his ears. He might not have as good a hearing as Wolverine, but it was still better than a regular human and he was pretty close to the door.
"Sit down."
"I'll stand."
"It would seem the Wolverine has a progeny, one no one was aware of until recently. What do you know of the mutant called Huntress?"
"Good hunter, lives by the laws of nature instead of man. Low-level psychic with a pair of foxes. Rumor has it she spends more time out in the woods killing game with homemade arrows than in the cities," said Sabertooth. One of the few mutants who got his respect, because she didn't kill for trophies and never bragged about her powers. There was tale that the girl wasn't even fifteen, but he didn't believe them.
There was no way someone who hadn't even hit puberty could survive in the woods for two years with minimal contact with civilization using only a bow and arrow. Not in today's world anyway.
"The Huntress is a twelve-year-old girl with advanced senses...and apparently she got them from the Wolverine."
"How the hell did he get a woman pregnant and we didn't know about it until now?"
"From what I understand, the girl was adopted by the woman's husband and they were killed before anyone became aware of the fact that she wasn't the man's daughter. From there she ended up in a human household that hated anything that wasn't 'normal'. She spent two years in the Irish woodlands before Jean found her and they learned she was Jean's cousin on her mother's side," explained Magneto. He had looked the girl up after the senate hearing, partly because Sabertooth had become agitated upon catching her scent, but mostly because she intrigued him.
Anyone who could look past his actions to actually hug him because they brought up bad memories had to be interesting.
"Absolutely not," said Jean. Artemis had finished her rough draft of what she wanted her mutant battle suit to look like, and there was no way in hell Jean was going to have it made.
Not with that much skin exposed.
Logan, who had come into the kitchen for anything remotely resembling an adult drink, said nothing. However his attempts to escape were sadly thwarted by his own kid.
"What do you think? Too much skin or perfectly acceptable considering I spend so much time in the wilderness anyway?"
Jean looked at him expectantly, hoping for a united front.
Logan looked at the design. And unfortunately for Jean, he didn't think it was that scandalous.
"Wouldn't it get cold in the winters?" he asked, looking at the part where the stomach was exposed.
"That's what warming charms are for, plus the cloak has a hood at the back so I can cover myself with it," said Artemis smugly, having sensed he wasn't as against it as Jean was.
For the most part, the only part that could be considered too little coverage was the fact her stomach was exposed, as was a good swath of skin above the chest. The back was perfectly covered and as Artemis pointed out, she had a long cloak that had a hood on the back so she could cover herself neatly. And while the pants had strategic holes that lined the leg, they still covered more than most would and served to break up the green. There was also several pockets and a belt that would hold useful items.
"I don't see a problem with it, outside of the stomach, but I suppose the cloak would cover that easily."
"Besides, you guys have no room to talk. I've seen Storm's outfit and that's worse than my design easily," said Artemis.
Storm had a weird taste in battle outfits. Hers looked more like an S and M costume than something to protect yourself with, cloak or no cloak.
"What does her..." started Logan, when Artemis brought out her phone and showed him a picture of Storm in her battle outfit made when she originally graduated. He gave Jean an odd look. "Why exactly do you have a problem with her outfit when she could be wearing something like this?"
No way in hell would he see his own flesh and blood wear something that ridiculous. Aside from the exposed stomach, the sleeveless shirt and the fact that she was apparently wearing heels, it was positively tame compared to the one Artemis just showed him.
Jean sighed in defeat.
"I'll send out the schematics for the outfit. But you're not wearing it as an everyday thing, got it?" she told the girl. Artemis gave her a salute.
Artemis 1, Jean 0.
Jean knew who the Professor generally called to make the outfits, but they mostly went to him for replacements. Add to the fact that she would have it charmed until the thing was more magic resistant than most would ever consider, and she would be ready to hold her own.
"So what brought this on?"
"First they give you a mutant codename. I'm the Huntress. Then you start to get control and are allowed off the grounds without supervision. Finally if you're really lucky you are allowed to make your own battle outfit instead of the standard ones, which I hate wearing because honestly, who likes looking like a damn bee?"
Seeing he didn't get it, she brought up a picture of the standard 'X-Men' uniform, and he grimace himself. It did look extremely corny.
"I see where you're coming from with that, but why all the green? You'll look like a Christmas ornament."
"Yes, but green blends in better in the wilds I generally hide in, not to mention my skin tone makes it even better."
The parts where holes were in the pants were strategically added to break up the green tones of her outfit. It would make hiding much easier, even if it cut back on the insulating properties of her pants. The shoes, which were specially designed high heels, doubled as a way to hide a weapon or potions. The heels were made of special polymer that hid metal and could be broken off to provide flat shoes that she could run in.
And yes, she was aware that wearing that much green with her hair color did give the impression she was a fan of Christmas, but frankly she didn't care. She liked green. It matched her eyes and she could always dye her hair.
"Now that I've pretty much given red a reason to hate me, how about you show me some of those tricks you've been talking about using the bow and arrows?"
Artemis perked up.
She retrieved her bow and spent the next couple of hours doing trick shots without once relying on her psychic ability to pull them off. It was why Hawkeye treated her like a little sister...she didn't use her powers to make the shot easier.
Rogue woke up to use the restroom...and overheard Logan having a nightmare.
She went into his room, and when she shook him awake, Logan's instincts caused his claws to come out and impale her by mistake. Rogue had no choice but to draw his healing factor from him to survive.
By the time she had undone the damage he had caused by mistake, Logan was in severe pain. Rogue was horrified, because she really respected him.
By morning the entire school was abuzz about the accident.
Rogue sat on a bench miserable.
That feeling only got worse when Logan's daughter Artemis came and sat next to her.
"So you accidentally drained him. It's not the end of the world and you're not the first to have accidents," said Artemis simply.
"I hurt your dad!" said Rogue horrified at her own actions.
"Advanced healing factor, and it's not like he blames you. It was an accident. If anything he's probably blaming himself for not locking the bloody door," said Artemis sensibly.
Rogue still looked upset.
"Look, why don't we go talk to him about it and see what he has to say. Everyone knows it wasn't your fault, and you're not the first mutant with powers that could be considered dangerous. No one expects you to have perfect control when you only recently awakened your powers," said Artemis.
Rogue looked uncertain, until Artemis deliberately put her hand on her exposed arm.
Rogue instinctively tried to pull away...until she realized she wasn't getting anything. She paused and looked at the hand.
"I...I'm not getting anything."
Artemis blinked, before she looked at the hand. It had a subtle spell over her skin that she recently learned in class.
It was a charm meant to prevent tears on clothing.
"I wonder... Come on, we need to do some tests," said Artemis with an idea.
Rogue was in amazement.
"I can touch you!" she said in shock. She hadn't been able to touch anyone since her mutation awakened.
"Okay, I'm lost," said Jean.
"It's a charm meant to prevent clothes from being torn. It creates a thin barrier. I've also heard it's been used as a contraceptive charm, though you have to be very careful using it like that," said Artemis.
Jean stared at her.
"What would you know of..."
"Jean, I practically live in the woods. You don't need to explain the mechanics of that to me. Rabbits are a pretty good demonstration of what happens," shrugged Artemis.
Jean and Rogue blushed. It was embarrassing enough explaining puberty to a teenager...learning about that from rabbits was almost as bad!
At least Jean wouldn't have to explain the birds and the bees to her.