I woke up in a white room, hooked up to many wires, my shoulder patched up and a bandage on my head. I opened my eyes and looked around. The room looked about the same as the one I woke up in the mansion for the first time. But it was different. I didn't have any doctor by me. Instead, when I looked to my side, I saw my father there. He was alive and breathing, looking the same as he did during my whole life.

He was sitting in a chair that was right next to my bed, asleep, looking peaceful, which was rare. But you had to really look at him to know he was crying. I saw the tearstains on his face. I raise my hand and gently shake his arm, whispering, "Dad." He slaps my hand away, turning away and groaning. I chuckle, knowing he's grumpy when anyone wakes him up from his sleep. I shake his arm again, this time harder.

He yanks his arm away and starts to wake up. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and opens them. He looks around the room and when he turns to me, our eyes meet. He stares in my eyes for a moment before jumping out of his seat, sitting on the edge of my bed, and wrapping me up in his arms.

He slid an arm around the back of my neck and the other arm around my back, cradling me to his chest, hugging me tightly. He was holding me like he was scared to let me go, scared as if I would die if he didn't keep me close to him. I felt his body vibrating and it took me a minute to realize he was crying. He was trying to hold back the sobs, trying to stay strong but couldn't.

He started rocking me back and forth, brushing my hair back. He pulled away and wiped away the tears I didn't even know I had. I felt myself shaking and dad put his hands on my shoulders, looking me in the brown eyes that matched his. "Scout…Yo…I…."

I could tell he wanted to say something but didn't know what. So I comforted him, instead and wiped away his tears. "It's ok, Daddy. We're both fine. We're alive. I'm ok now, so are you. We still have each other. Everything's gonna be fine."

I smile at him gently as he glares at me. He ends up nodding his head with a sigh. "Ya know…I think it's the father job to comfort his daughter…not the other way around." We both chuckle as he leans down and kisses me on the forehead, pulling me close to him again. "Thank God you're alright, sweetheart."

That day, all we did was relax and talk. We stayed in the room, not going anywhere, staying by each other's side. More like dad staying by my side since I wasn't allowed to move. We didn't really talk about much, just random stuff and telling the other memories. The next day though, I got up, got dressed and we headed out.

We arrived at an airport, in a black car with the sun shining in our faces. Dad had his arm around my shoulders, holding up his other hand to block out the sun in our eyes. We look ahead of us, in the middle of the airport, near our plane. Mariko and Yukio were hugging and talking in Japanese. We approached them and Yukio walked away towards the plane.

Mariko started fixing dad's jacket, looking sad. "Am I wrong to think you two would visit me soon?" Dad doesn't answer and leans down to kiss her. I just groan and make gagging noises, making them pull away and laugh. Mariko gets serious again, putting her head down. "Stay."

"I can't princess. I'm a soldier. And I've been hiding too long."

I turn to her and gently hug her. "Take care of yourself, Mariko. I'll miss you,"

"I'll miss you too, Scout. Make sure Logan stays out of trouble." We laugh at this, knowing that is impossible. We look over and see dad waiting by the plane next to Yukio. I give her a small nod and make my way towards them. We start to board on the plane when a sound stops us. We look up and see a jet coming and landing beside us.

It looked so familiar but I hadn't seen it in so long, I almost didn't recognize it. It landed near us and as the wind it made died down, we saw the ramp open up and a tall boy with short blonde hair and ice blue eyes comes running down, towards me. My eyes widen as I run towards him, yelling his name and tears in my eyes.

Bobby called out my name and we met in the middle, me jumping in his arms, him hugging me tightly to his chest. I tried not to cry as I hugged him back just as tightly. We slowly and hesitantly pulled away, staring in each other's eyes. We kissed but we were torn apart by someone grabbing my waist.

I turned around and was met with a pair of red glasses. He had this huge smile on his face, it was hard not to smile back and laugh. Scott pulled me close to him and brushed the hair out of my face so he could see my eyes. He smiled again and shook his head, chuckling and hugging me again.

For the second time, I was pulled back and to someone else. I looked up and there was Storm with tears in her eyes. She was sat there, stroking my hair, whispering soft things in my ear. We pulled away and I was smiling at all three of them. "How did you guys know how to find me?"

"I called them." I turn around to face my dad, who had a small smile on his face. "I thought it would be for the best."

"You mean you called them, for them to bring me home while you go back where we have no idea where you could be?! After everything has happened, I thought you could trust me on my own and come with you!"

"I trust ya. That's why I had them come to bring you back, Kid. Because of everything that has happened. We always think that we ended something but it ends up coming back. I need you to be safe and well protected."

"But I'll be safe and well protected with you!"

"No, you won't. We both know that, after what happened. Scout, you almost died just a few days ago and I couldn't do anything about it because I was too weak to do something. As much as I want to, I can't always be there to protect you."

"…It helps to think that you could."

Dad chuckles and pulls me close to him, resting his head on top of mine. "Promise me you're going to stay at the mansion, not go searching for anything unless it's for a mission. And that you're going to stay safe and be careful."

"I promise."

"Good girl. I love ya, Kid."

"I love you too, Daddy."

He squeezes my shoulders one last time before telling Scott to take good care of me. Scoot swings his arm over me and we go opposite directions, heading for our own jet. Half way to the jet, I felt the need to turn around so I stop and move my head so I can see out of the corner of my eye. The other's look at me questioningly, but I ignore them.

I look to find my father, farther away from me than I would've liked, turning his head at the same time. We stare at each other for a moment before dad gets the famous Howlett smirk on his face and winked at me. I continue to stare at him but then the similar smirk grows on my face and I do the same. We smile at each other, laughing lightly before turning back around and heading our own ways.

Scott slipped his arm around my shoulder again and Bobby grabbed a hold of my hand and we walked back to the jet to head back home. It might've hurt, knowing that dad was leaving again and I won't see or hear from him in a long time but I was ok with it.

I planned on keeping my promise to my father. I kept my head held high and eyes straight, trying to be strong like dad would have wanted me to. I felt my eyes turning blue but after a second, they turn purple. I was sad that we would be separated once again but then I remembered that we were going to reunite once more. Just like every time something happens and we're separated, we find one another again. Every time.