It has been a few months since my dad has been gone. I know he said he would be back sooner but I wasn't gonna stay put and do nothing. I was up in my room, packing a few bags for my new trip. Alone. I was almost done with packing when someone's arms grabbed my hands and stopped me. When I looked up, I was met with a pair of ice blue eyes swimming in tears.

"Please tell me you're not leaving."

"Bobby, I have to. I'm sorry but you can't stop me. Neither can any of the others. It's something I have to do."

"But I thought you loved it here."

"I do love it here. This place is my home. Just…think of it as my mission for a while. It's gonna last longer than any of the ones we had in the past but I'll come back. I promise."

He looks at me uncertainly, slightly shaking his head. "You better damn well promise that! You better give us a call every once in a while, got it? If not, we're gonna come and look for ya."

"Ok, I got it. I'm not leaving forever. I'm coming back. You know that, don't ya?" All I got for an answer was him staring at me with more tears in his eyes. "Oh, Bobby. Don't worry. You know me; I can take care of myself for a few months. Besides, I'll be looking for my dad. Once I find him, you know I'll be safe."

"I know. Did you already say something to Storm and Scott?"

"Yeah, Storm didn't want me to go but Scott was a little ok with it. As long as I do what he says."

"Oh no. What did he tell you to do?"

"He gave me a tracking device and if I ever needed help or wanted to talk to someone from home, then I call you guys. He even gave me my own phone, while I'm out in the woods."

"Good. I'm game with that."

While we talked, he let me go so I could finish packing. When we were both done talking, I was done packing. We stared at each other for a while until I made my move to leave. He walked me downstairs and I saw Storm and Scott waiting by the door. I walked up to them and I first hugged Storm. She wrapped her arms around me tightly. "You be careful out there, ya hear?"

I nod my head as I move over to Scott. He pulled me in, gently. "Take care of yourself, Angel. And remember what I told you."

I smile as I turn to the last person. Bobby hugged me the moment I looked at him. "Remember to stay safe. Do anything you have to do to come back home."

"Got it." We both pull away and stare in each other's eyes. "Don't worry. I'll be ok. I promise."

Bobby shakes his head and the next thing I know, he has tears streaming down his face, yanking me back in, pulling me close to his body. "I love you, Scout. Come back here as soon as ya can."

"I love you too, Bobby. Don't worry; I can't stay away from this place for long. It's my home."

I was ready to walk out the door when I was pulled back. I turn around expecting to see Bobby, but instead facing Scott. He fished something out of his pocket and tossed it over to me. I caught it and when I saw what it was, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "You actually trust me with your bike?"

"Yeah, besides you're gonna need some way to get your trip started. Why not start it with a motorcycle. And plus, your old enough to drive, I think you can ride a bike. And I also trust you way more than I trust Logan."

"Thank you." I walk out the door and into the garage. I stand in front of Scott's motorcycle. I couldn't help but put the famous Howlett smirk on my face as I sat down and started it. "Oh yeah. Now I see why dad took it the first time he left."

The garage opens and I zoom out. I knew I was soon far away from the mansion, from my home. I knew I was going out to find my dad but it still hurt to know I was leaving some people behind. The worst of it all was knowing that I was leaving part of my family behind.

Before I knew it, it has already been two months since I left. I call home at the end of every week. I asked them if they wanted me to call less frequently but they said if anything, they would want me to call even more. The farther I traveled away from home, the closer I felt to my dad. It was weird, knowing you were going farther from something you care about every day and at the same time; you're getting closer to something else you care about.

I haven't eaten since about yesterday morning and now it was the next day evening. I decided to go to an old bar and get something for dinner. I made sure I had a heavy coat on and the hood up, so nobody questioned my age or my appearance. I sat on a stool and ordered my dinner.

The way everything looked and how everybody was, I felt like it was back when it was just me and dad. Just the two of us, going from town to town. It just felt empty without him by my side. Hell, it felt wrong having no one by my side. I was sipping from my bottle of Coke when I felt someone come in.

There was one guy that had everyone in the bar interested by him telling a stupid story of how he escaped from being attacked from a bear tonight and he was the only one who survived. I didn't look who came in but I froze and nearly choked on my drink when I heard their voice. "You're the one who was attacked by the grizzly?"

His voice was the same, of course. It still held the same gruff appearance to make anyone afraid of him. But it held something else too. Like he felt he didn't have anything in the world anymore. The sound in his voice was as if he didn't give a care in the world and he wouldn't care if he died on the spot.

The man, who was talking, turned to the person who walked in. "I'm the one that survived."

I felt my dad walk closer to the counter, where I was. I was trying my best to act normal but I couldn't drink or eat anymore. I made sure I kept my hood up and my head down. I knew he was looking at me, questioningly but ignored it. "I'd like to buy this man a drink."

"What's your name, mister?"

I didn't hear a response but I heard my dad pull something out and stab the man with it. I did a quick look and turned around. I saw he put an arrow through his hand. "Name's Logan. Now that's a poison broad head, which last I heard was illegal."

I heard some scraping of chairs and a man came flying my way. I didn't turn around but I did flinch, hearing the sound his body made with the wood. I heard my dad start talking again. "Go ahead; ask me where I found it." When the man didn't answer, I heard liquid dropping on the floor and him trying to hold back a scream. I knew my dad was egging him on. "Ask me."

"Where did you find it?"

"Well, funny you should ask." I tried to contain my laugh but ended up making a small snorting noise. "I pulled it out of a back of a grizzly. Whoever shot him didn't wind or have the balls to track the animal properly and put it out of its misery."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Good, then we have nothing to worry about." I hear the sound of a glass breaking and when I looked I saw the man smashed a wine bottle over my dad's head. My eyes widen and knew I had to say something but my voice wouldn't work. My dad pulled a piece of glass out of his face and threw it on the ground. "That hurt."

I heard him get out his claws and before I could stop myself, I hear my voice call out, "Dad, don't do it! Let it go!"

I keep my head down and hear him come to my side. He yanks my hood off and stares at me, looking shocked. A Chinese girl comes up to us and grabs my dad's arm. "I wouldn't bother with them. Most of them would die soon anyway, without your help. Give them a week from now; they will die in a truck."

We both just stared at her, confused. The man with the arrow in his hand ripped it out and threw it at us. We ducked and the Chinese girl quickly kicked him and sent him flying to the floor. Another man pulled a gun but before anyone could react, she took out a sword and destroyed the gun then sliced a chair. The moment she put the sword away, the chair fell down, with the man sitting in it following.

She turns to us and walks out the door. "I'm parked in the back."

We follow her outside and before we could get on my bike, my dad yanked me off to the side. He pushed me against the wall and leaned on the opposite side, facing me with his arms crossed. "What the hell were you thinking, huh?! Did you even think about listening to me?! Didn't I tell you to stay home and take care of yourself? Instead you pull a stupid stunt like this! What if someone found you? What if Victor found you?! You could've been killed!"

"No, I promised I would be fine! You told me to take care of myself while you're gone and I have! Believe it or not, I don't really appreciate it when my dad goes running off around all the time, trying to find answers, leaving me behind! As much as I love everyone at the mansion, they're not you! I need my dad with me but I can't when he always makes me stay at home while he goes off!"

"Listen to me very carefully. I told you to stay home and take care of yourself. If someone found you, they could've taken you. They could've hurt you. They could've killed you. I wouldn't be able to ever forgive myself if anything happened to ya. You're all I got, Kid. If I lost ya, I wouldn't know what I'd do."

I stare at my dad for a moment as he does the same. Out of nowhere, he pulls me to his chest, hugging me tightly. The red in my eyes have gone but now they were replaced by blue, orange, and a small bit of purple. I feel the tears in my eyes but I try to hold them back. I felt something wet on my head and when I look up, I saw my dad had tears in his eyes.

I let out a small sob and he hugs me tighter. "When I called the mansion and asked to talk to ya, they said you were gone. Said you came lookin for me. You got no idea how much that scared me. Please don't ever do that again. If you want to do anything like that again…just wait until I come back and we can take a trip or something if ya want. Don't go off on your own."

"I didn't. Scott made sure. He made me take a tracking device and a phone so I can call them at the end of every week. If anything did happen to me, I would fight my way out. Remember, I'm the Renegade and my dad is the Wolverine. I think I picked up a few things."

He chuckled as we both slowly pulled away. We walk out and go to our cars. The Chinese girl and my dad hop in a car while I get on my motorcycle. My dad turned around to face me but I motioned him forward, telling him I'll follow. He nods and starts up the car and we all head out.