This takes place Fifteen years after the end of the last chapter. Just a little something something I wrote after revisiting Sydney and Logan. Thanks to everyone who has ever reviewed, favorited or put this story on their alert list.

"Daniel Jack you get back here right now!" Sydney screeched throwing open the window on the second floor balcony. "I'm serious! You get back here right now! The punishment will be most severe if you don't return to this room this very second!"

Gleefully, the fifteen year old, who looked and acted way too much like his father, turned back to glance at his fustrated mother before taking off into the woods.

"Damn it." Sydney yelled, throwing the vase of fresh flowers sitting on the in-table, at the doorway.

"Woah, what's going on Australia?" Logan asked dodging the flying object, and grabbing his wife's hands before something else went sailing.

"That…that…insolent, disrespectful, cheeky son of yours!" she bellowed.

"What'd the boy do this time?" he asked cradling Sydney to him. "It can't be any worse than the time he dyed Hank's fur."

"He just doesn't listen Logan." Sydney whimpered. "I try and I try but he just doesn't care. Homework? Nope. Training sessions with Scott? Nope. All I asked was that he pick up his clothes and the next thing I know I'm being told I'm a terrible mother, a prison guard, and he's out the door."

"He's a teenager Australia." Logan reminded her. "It's in their DNA to hate their parents and not do what they're told."

"But why must parenting be so hard Logan? One minute he's cute and cuddly clinging to my pants leg, refusing to go to his first class with Storm and the next thing I know he's pushing me out of his life, slamming the door in my face."

"No one said this was supposed to be easy." Logan said after taking a moment to gather his thoughts, "Hell, dealing with him most days is worse than facing Sabertooth but in the end you have to remember the good times you've had with him and the bad times will be worth it."

"Since when did you become so damn smart?" she asked wiping tears away with her sleeves.

"Oh I've been around for a while." He chuckled. "Why don't you go steal Oliver from Rogue for a while? It'll give her a break, and I'll go look for the devil child."

"I love you Logan."

"I love you too Australia."

Half an hour later Logan finally stumbled upon his teenage son, sulking.

"She's pretty mad at me isn't she?" Jack asked from where he was leaning against a slightly bent tree.

"Yeah she is son." Logan replied walking over to his son coming to lean against the same tree. "But not as mad as the time you decided to dye Hank purple."

"I didn't mean what I said." Jack finally confessed turning to look his father in the eye.

"I know that." Logan huffed pulling out a cigar from inside his jacket and lighting it.

"Mom doesn't like it when you smoke those." Jack said turning back away from his father to stare into the underbrush that surrounded them.

"What she doesn't know won't kill her." Logan smirked. "Listen kid, your mom…she's not like us. She's never been. Everywhere she look are these kids with all these unique abilities and she doesn't know how to handle being the only one around that isn't a mutant. Now she loves you to death and just wants what's best for you but you're too much like me. You're a loaner and spending time around others is hard for us. For a while I considered packing up your momma and dragging the two of you to the middle of nowhere but your Momma wouldn't even let me consider it. So now, we're both stuck here, for the sake of your mom's sanity. If you wanna go off by yourself at times that's fine but don't just storm out, at least give your momma some warning. She loves you."

"What do I do Dad?" Jack asked kicking a pebble away with the toe of his black combat boots.

"Go back, give your mom a hug, and do your damn homework for once. If you want we can go to the cabin Friday. We'll make a nice long weekend out of it, maybe do a bit of fishing or something but you have to at least make an effort to listen to your mom."

"Alright Dad." Jack finally consented. "But only if we get to take the dirt bikes."

"Deal" Logan agreed stubbing out his cigar. "Now let's go find that mother of yours."

They found the southern woman outside in the back of the mansion cooing softly to the eight month old baby with the red on brown eyes of his father and white streaked brown hair of his mother.

"Umm….Momma…" Jack muttered once the father son duo were close.

"Jack" she said softly standing up from the stone bench she was sitting on, baby held on her hip.

"I'm sorry Momma, I shouldn't have run and I'm sorry for not doing my homework and..."

"It's okay Jack." Sydney murmured shoving the quiet baby into Logan's arms and pulling her quivering sons into her arms. "I forgive you."

"You do?" Jack questioned.

"Yes I do. You're my son and I love you no matter what you do or how angry you make me. Now you on the other hand," she said turning to Logan, "You are not forgiven. I've told you I don't like you smoking those cigars and as your doctor I have the right to tell you to quit."

"Damn nagging woman." Logan growled shoving the baby into Jack's arms and storming off.

"Logan don't you walk off on me!" Sydney yelled at his retreating form before turning to her son. "And I wonder where you get it from."

Giving Jack a wink, Sydney took off after her retreating husband, yelling threats at him as she followed his trail.

"You're lucky your parents aren't as crazy as mine." Jack said turning to the sleepy baby in his arms.

"Remy Etienne LeBeau you get your Cajun ass back here right now and bring me back my stuff!" Rogue screamed for around the corner.

"Or not."