I was holding tightly to my dad's waist, as he drove the motorcycle through the night wind. I saw some town lights up ahead, so I started to loosen my grip as we were slowing down. Dad stopped the bike and shut it off. We stayed on it for a moment, taking in our surroundings. He got off the bike and turned to face me. I stared at him through my helmet when he lifted his hands to get it off me. He untied the strap around my neck and gently lifted it off my head, putting it on one of the handlebars.

He stood in front of me as I got off the bike, him watching me, making sure I didn't fall. Once I stood next to my father, he nods his head approvingly just like always and throws his arm around my shoulder, walking in an old bar. We open the doors and stand there silently as everybody turns to glare at us. Dad's grip on my shoulders tighten as he starts to lead me to a seat at the counter.

When we were in the middle of the bar somebody shouted, "What the hell do ya think your doin?! No kids are allowed in this place!" Dad automatically turned around and I saw his claws starting to come out. I grab his arm and pull him towards the direction we were going. "Dad, calm down. It's alright, he can't hurt us. He's nothing to worry about. I can take care of him."

"I hate it when you're right."

I smirk as dad ordered my dinner and his beer and cigar. I got up from my seat and as he looked at me questioningly, I simply told him I needed some air. I walked out and leaned against the wall, breathing in the cold night's air. I felt someone near me so when I opened my eyes, I saw the man who yelled out in the bar. I glare at him as he stalks over to me, shoving me harder against the wall.

"Now why don't you run along before you get hurt, little girl. This is a dangerous place for children. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you, now do we?" I could smell the alcohol in his breath when he threatened me.

I felt my eyes turn red as the anger burned inside my body. But I remained calm and mocked him. "Sir, I suggest you step away from me before I have to hurt you. We wouldn't want anything to happen to you, now do we?"

He threw me on the ground and stood over me. "You little bitch! You the hell do you think you are?!"

I carefully stood back up and stared in his eyes and got my dangerous famous Howlett smirk on my face. "You wanna know who I am? I'm the Wolverine's daughter."

I still had my father's strength and speed. I ran over to him and flipped him over my shoulder, throwing him against the wall. He let out a yell but I didn't stop. I threw him on top of a car and watched him slid to the cold concrete. I pulled him and made sure he stood straight. The next move was the final one. I looked down at my feet, looking scared but got my smirk back on my face and then…I kneed him right where it hurts. "I think I can take care of myself, thanks."

I watched him fall to the floor, passed out as I walked back inside, sitting next to my father. I saw my food was already there and dad turned to me with raised eyebrows. I knew he probably heard everything with his high sensed hearing ability. I started eating acting as if nothing happened and he watched me. He gestured outside with his thumb. "Needed some air, huh? Sounded like you, uh, ha, like you wanted to take care of some business. Something you kept me from doing, saying he's not worth it."

"That was different. You were just going to kill 'em. I gave him a warning. He threatened me what else what I supposed to do? Besides, he pissed me off."

He chuckled as I shrugged my shoulders and kept eating. I couldn't help but smile when he put a hand on my back, letting me know he was proud. We listened to the music and went back to being serious. He was drinking his little shots of whiskey and I was eating. The door opened and a few minutes and two men came up to us. A tall one next to me and a shorter one next to dad.

They introduced themselves, the taller one then the smaller one. "Excuse me I'm Erik Lensher." "Charles Xavier."

"Go fuck yourself." Dad took another puff on his cigar.

The two men looked at each other before walking back out. Dad turned towards them and watched them walk away. He turned back to the counter and finished his small glass of whiskey before raising it, pointing to the bartender, asking for another one. I elbowed him in the arm, glaring at him. He looked at my expression and shook his head. "What?"

"You didn't have to be so rude. You could've been a bit nicer."

"I could've been. But I didn't. Besides, they were pissing me off."

I shook my head this time, hearing him quote me just minutes after I said them. I finished my food and he was finally done with his whiskey and cigars for tonight. We got up and walked outside to the bike. Dad got there first and handed me my helmet. I grabbed it, put it on my head and raised it so he could tie the strap. He looked at it and carefully tied it around my neck, being gentle as always.

He finished and hit the top of my helmet, telling me I'm good. He gets on first and then me. Dad starts up the motorcycle and I grab his waist tightly, knowing he loves to take off fast. "Hey, Dad? Where we goin next?"

"Where ever the road takes us, Kid."

We zoom off into the night, letting the wind guide us. I closed my eyes and let the feeling take over me like I did every time I got on this bike. We never knew where we were going as long as people don't know who we are and we don't end up in trouble. It's what dad said. 'Where ever the road takes us.' That was exactly what we did. We never looked at a map, asked for directions, all we did was follow the road and let it take us anywhere.