Under the Microscope Chapter 3, a x-men: the movie fanfic

Hey guys. I don't blame you at all if you guys pretty much hate my guts right now. I haven't updated in what, nine months or so? Yeah, it's been awhile. A lot has happened and even more will be happening in the following months. School has been kicking my but since before school even started, so it's been very difficult to find time to update any of my stories.

Plus, I went through a period of writer's block, so it was kinda frustrating for me to not update anything because I couldn't think of anything. But never fear, I will never give up on a story, not just like that, anyway. I would always provide you guys with a bit of closure at least.

But enough of that, I know you guys are anxious to get on with the story, so here is the third chapter for Under the Microscope, I hope you guys enjoy.

"That's...odd." Hank remarked looking into the eyepiece of the microscope.

Charlie fidgeted nervously on the examination table. Hank had been staring at a sample of her DNA for what seems like an eternity.

"Can you please tell me what it is that I have? You're killing me over here." Charlie huffed.

Xavier chuckled. He patted her knee comfortingly.

"Give Hank sometime Robin. You know how he can get it."

Charlie snorted.

"I am just going to pretend as though I did not hear what you just said and continue with my observations."

"Well how much more you got'ta observe, bub? Yer been lookin' at the damn thing for ten mintes, damn near." Logan huffed.

Charlie didn't really know why everyone was in the room with her. When she stood to follow her uncle Hank everyone—excluding her father of course—followed suit. It seemed almost as though they were one unit. One moves, the other moves. If one blinks, so does the rest. She could just imagine what it was like when of them had to take a shit.

"Almost done. I just want to be thorough," Hank looked up directly at Charlie, his golden eyes meeting her blue. Charlie looked away breaking contact and only shrugged in response.

Hank looked back down to the blood sample to finish with his analysis. He was a bit hurt by Charlie's unease. He have never hurt her or gave her a reason to believe that he would. As the uncle figure he was the one she played dress up with, and when it was tea time. He was the one who gave her endless piggyback rides through the halls and up and down the stairs. He even let her play in his hair with those demonic bows and glitter barrettes. It was painful to see the way she reacted to him now.

Charlie's didn't stray much further than Hanks. She knew who he was underneath all that blueberry colored fur. She remembered the tea parties and the dress up dates they had. She even bet that his fur was as soft as his hair was when she used to play in it. But she didn't know what to say to him now. No she wasn't afraid of him, and no she wasn't disgusted by him. But how could he even stand to look at her after the nasty things that she said on her way out of the mansion so many years ago. It wasn't only Xavier that bore the brunt of her anger back then. She threw as many hurtful remarks and comments towards Hank as she did Xavier. And she was upset with herself more so for not being able to gather the guts to speak of that day.

"Well, I'm done." Hank rolled away from his lab station. He wrote down notes with one hand and carefully sealed her DNA sample with the other hand.

"Your DNA, I've never seen anything like it. For a second there, I had this sense of deja vu. Your sample, well, the DNA cells didn't take one specific shape. They were constantly moving and morphing and changing, yet they somehow weren't degenerating as they should. I've only ever seen cells like that from one other person, and before I can continue I have to ask: who is your mother?"

Hank looked directly at Charlie and she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"You don't know?"

He looked down and scratched the bridge of his nose. Logan tried hard to not imagine a tail wagging and his foot stomping on the ground as he did so.

"I never knew who dropped you off, Robin—"

"Charlie." She corrected.

"Charlie," Hank looked at her apologetically. "I knew that Xavier had taken in someone else's child, but whenever I questioned him he would shut down and refuse to answer."

"I apologize for my stubbornness back then, old friend. I wasn't easy to be around." Xavier apologized.

Hank waved him off. "Don't worry about it. I knew it wasn't easy for you back then."

Xavier chuckled along with Hank.

Hank cleared his throat. "Sorry. Like I was saying, would you mind telling me exactly who your mother is, to be safe? If you would like you can tell me in private, but I have to warn you, the life expectancy of secrets in this house leave much to be desired."

"Some woman that goes by the name Mystique."

By the reaction of everyone in the room she could tell that this woman had been in encounters with them all. And by the looks of it, none were too pleasant.

"Of course," Hank sighed. "I had a feeling that it would be her, but for your sake I prayed that it wasn't."

"Is this woman really that bad?" Charlie looked around the room at the many inhabitants, all of them wearing similar shade of anger and disgust.

"Non, mon chere. Mystique is far worst than 'that bad'." Remy replied darkly. His hands took on a rosy tinge and sparks flew from his hands. Charlie wondered what his powers were as she stared at his hands.

"What has she done?" Charlie asked quietly, unsure if she even really wanted to know. The dark look shared between the many people in the room made a pit form in the bottom of her stomach.

"Too much, darlin'. Too much." Logan growled beneath his breath. He pulled out a cigar and lit it, take a healthy intake before releasing it.

"Oh, come one Logan!" Hank complained, airing out the room. "You know how I feel about smoking in the lab." Logan rolled his eyes and stood near the window in the back and cracked it open. He held his hand outside the window to allow the smoke to go outside rather than filter into the lab.

"Can we get back to my result?" Charlie cleared her throat.

"Yeah, sure. Sorry about that. Um, let's see..." Hank looked through the notes he made. "Well like I said, the DNA of you and Ra—Mystique are similar, but its not. Hers simply morphed and constantly shifted into different shapes and sizes and colors, but they worked together, her cells. If one cell were to become blue, all of them did, and so on.Yours however seem to be acting independent of one another, acting in such a way that can only be described as an ecosystem. Independent manifestations that serve different purposes and take on different characteristics and personalities, but in conjunction with one another ultimately. They're not so different from yours, Logan. Mystique's abilities affect her molecules' degenerative capabilities—"

"English, monsieur." Remy scratched the back of his shaggy brown hair.

"Her aging is retarded, halted and unable to progress the way a normal's person's cells would. She doesn't age. Which you inherited." Hank rephrased.

"...so I won't age?" Charlie asked fearfully. Xavier grasped her hand, squeezing it gently.

"That is the difficult part. Xavier explained to me when you were first given to him that the father's friend could not find anything 'mutant' about you. I'm going to assume that he was a mutant and his powers were able to detect others, but somehow your powers, which I am also assuming manifested at birth, went undetected."

"They were hiding." Storm concluded.

"Exactly. They shifted and changed. It is possible your own cells did it in defense, to protect you." Hank nodded.

"Okay," Charlie breathed in, trying to take in everything she heard. "What does this mean then? What can I do? Or did I only inherit the aging?"

"I am unsure of exactly what you can do. While I know that you will not age any longer, it does not explain why you continued to grow at a normal human pace until approximately 21 years of age. It also doesn't explain the behavior of your cells. Do you know who your father is? His powers could shed some light on the situation."

"Eric Lensherr."

"Magneto?" Hank looked to Xavier astonished.

"Wait, wait, wait. I thought you hated 'zee guy? Why take in his child if you hated 'zee man's guts?" Remy questioned.

"I do not hate Eric," Xavier clairifed. "I never did. But at that time in our...relationship, you could not convince me otherwise."

"Then why take in his child and raise her as your own?" Storm wondered curiously. Her gray eyes wide and innocent.

"I had never seen Eric beg before that day. And I have yet to see him beg again, I doubt I ever will. Besides, I didn't trust a child in their care, if anything were to happen the child I would feel personally responsible."

"You could'a turned her over to an orphanage or somethin'. " Logan blew out a mouth full of smoke.

Charlie tried hard to not stare at his full round lips. Lips that at one point had kissed all parts of her body. More than once. The gentle hand that was in hers tensed. And she swore under her breath. Hoping to God that her father had just not read her thoughts.

"I thought about dropping her off at a nearby orphanage. In fact that is what I originally intended to do at first. While Eric and Raven were in no condition to raise a child, I was not either. I was a very different man at that time. I am ashamed of myself back then. I was hurt and angry, and many other things, and I did not handle it well. So I knew the right thing would have been for me to give her over to the proper care." Xavier's voice was tight and then softened as he reached the end.

"What happened?" Storm asked gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. Xavier smiled and patted her hand. He then looked up into Charlie's eyes.

"I looked at my little Robin bird and realized that I had been handling everything wrong. She stared at me, openly and non judging, so innocent and tiny in my arms. My head was still pounding and my vision was not all that clear," he chuckled morbidly. "But I could still recognize that the small little body I held in my arms was something so precious and special that I knew I could never let her go. I didn't want to. I needed her and she needed me. She was mine from the time I looked into her eyes."

Tears glistened in the corner of his tired eyes. His face had aged so much since Charlie had last seen her father. Logan stared at Charlie as she gazed tenderly at her father. His eyes danced across her delicate face seeing what Xavier had saw all them years ago. She was something special. But he knew that level of special deserves something equally as special. And he was nowhere near deserving it.

He heard a knock at his door and he looked over to the clock hanging above the television. He groaned, wondering who the hell was at his door at two o'clock in the morning. Everyone's usually dead to the world by this time. They knocked again and he growled under his breath as Leonard began to realize he was 'Sammy Jenkins'**.

He took a sip of his beer as he opened the door.

"We need to talk. But first..." Charlie pushed her way past Logan and slammed the door behind her. She then looped her fingers through the loops in Logan's Wrangler jeans that sculpted to his thighs deliciously, She reached and took the beer bottle from his stunned hands and took a sip before placing it on the bedside table near the door.

"Char—" Logan started as she begin tearing his shirt open, showing a complete disregard for the buttons.

"Ssh. I recently came to the conclusion that I do my best thinking when you put your mouth to good use—and by good use I mean kissing every part of my body."

Logan gave her a feral growl and pushed her against the door.

"You sure like to play with fire, lil' bird."

"Let's just assume that I like getting burned." She pushed her lips hard against his and he growled as she bit his lip. He lifted her gripping her ass and dumping her on the bed. She bounced a few times and squealed when he pounced on her.

She ran her hands over his chest feeling every jagged edge and ridge. He had shaved a bit since their last...rendezvous. The muscles in his abdomen clinched as her nails scratched a thin pink line down his skin. She loved that Logan didn't mind the scratches, or the bruises, or the scars. She didn't think she could actually be gentle with him. He probably wouldn't appreciate it anyway.

He led kisses down the creamy expanse of her skin, sucking and leaving marks as he went down. He reached down and tugged on the bottom of her shirt giving her the signal to remove it. She whipped it over her head before working on her pants. He pushed her hands out of the way and ripped open the her jeans. He looked up at her wide eyed, honestly shocked at his actions, not meaning to do so. She giggled. Logan shook his head at how pretty he thought the sound, but he liked it.

He tugged them down her legs and she kicked them the rest of the way off. She continued her exploration of his chest and arms, dragging them back up his sides, skimming over his nipples, before making her way through his hair. It was thick and much softer than she thought it would be. He made a purring noise at the feel of her nails lightly scratching into his scalp. She drop kisses on his neck, tightening her grip in his hair.

"Fuck," he swore as she bit down on the junction of his neck and his shoulder. He knew that she left a mark. His healing ability would prevent from lasting more than an hour, but he would never forget the sting.

"Logan..." She moaned as his thumbs rubbed over a sensitive spot in her hip. She squirmed in her position beneath him and he backed up a bit not wanting it to end so quickly. This damn girl would be the death of him. Healing abilities be damned. She would find a way.

She pouted and moved one of her hands down to his jean clad ass and pushed it down until their hips were pressed up against one another. She urged her hips against his. His hips thrusted into hers and he brought down a hand to open her legs and welcomed himself to the heat that was pouring from her core. He moaned at the scent that wafted him when he opened her legs, ginger and strawberries, what spicy and sweet combination.

"Logan, now." He chuckled into her neck at her bossy tone. He kissed his way down her chest, spending extra time at her chest. He snapped the front of her bra with his sharpened incisors which made her gasp and jut her chest out. But he ignored the place she really craved him causing her to pout and whimper. He continued his path down and bit along her hip right before burrowing his face in between her thighs and into her still covered core. He inhaled deeply his scent causing him to harden further than he ever thought possible. He was sure he had heard the zipper of his jeans pop. He rubbed his hips along the bed to alleviate some of the pressure.

"Logan I swear if you don't lic—" she was cut off with a loud gasp as he tore off her olive green boy shorts and began feasting on her most delicate place as though he hadn't eaten in a year.

She pulled and tugged on his hair almost to the point of pain but it only urged him on. She lost track how long he had been doing it, but she had already came twice and her legs felt like they were going to give out.

"Birdie, I ain't never tasted something so sweet," Logan growled staring at her now pinkened core with pride. It was glistening and still quaking from her third orgasm. He looked up at Charlie and his eyes darkened to coal as he gazed at her panting and glowing. She's was enrapturing. His cock twitched at the sight, that was no surprise, but the pounding in his chest made him rub absentmindedly over where the area his heart lay beneath.

"Logan?" She picked her head up and stared at the man who made her body react in a way no other man had before. His eyes met hers and they had an odd look in them. She crawled towards him, bringing herself to her knees and rubbed her hands along his face and sideburns. "Baby?"

That seemed to awaken Logan and her blue eyes instantly calmed him. Despite the fact that this scared the hell out of Logan he refused to acknowledge what this could possibly mean and let her guide him onto his back. His eyes followed her as she slithered down his body, unzipping jeans along the way. His member popped out of his jeans, and lay against his chest, too heavy and hardened to remain standing up. He kicked his jeans the rest of the way off and let out a choking sound as her dainty fingers wrapped around him. They felt so cool against his heated member and she tightened her grip, moving her hand slowly up and down him. His head fell back when he felt wet warmth wrap around him and he let out a guttural sound.

"Birdie, this gonna be over a whole lot quicker if you keep that," he warned.

He felt the vibrations around his cock as she chuckled. He felt her go deeper and let out a quiet roar as he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck," he swore. No one had ever been to deepthroat him before. She released him with a pop. Her cheeks were flushed and her blue eyes were now a navy blue and dilated. She gave him a wild smirk and crawled up his body with a slow gait. Her hands clutched his wrists and held them above his head. He looked up at her body, eyes sweeping along her figure like a thirst man.

"Keep those hands up big boy," she smirked at him. An image of her encased in leather flashed through his mind making him groan. She reached below her gripped him, holding herself above him and rubbing herself along him. He dug his nails in the bed spread, ignoring the ripping of the bedspread...and possibly the mattress. Before he could take another breath she had impaled herself along him and began riding him like a stallion, stealing any breath he had left in his body.

"You know those are really bad for you," she remarked lazily drawing designs on his chest.

He hummed at her, releasing a breath of smoke. He pulled the cigar to his lips and took another breath. She laughed at this. He looked down at her and winked. He let out one more mouth full of smoke before setting it aside. He cleared his throat making Charlie look up at him.

"You said we needed to talk?"

She nodded her head and paused in her ministrations. "I came to tell you that we probably shouldn't have sex again."

He snorted. "I think it's a bit late for that."

She snorted as well. "Well that was my original plan...but then you answered the door looking like that..." She waved a casual hand at his body. "And I got a bit sidetracked."

He couldn't hold back the smirk, and if he was to telling the truth then he wasn't really trying all that hard to begin with. But then he sobered up at what she said.

"Yer probably right lil' bird. It's for the best...not getting' involved with me. Old Chuck wouldn't like it either. I understand lil' bird." He sat up a bit forcing Charlie to move her head. He looked at her when he heard her deep chuckles.

"How old do I fucking look?"

He pursed his lips, "22?"

"Rhetorical question, James." She spat at him. He looked to her surprised at his given name. Not many knew it, and even fewer referred to him as such. "I can tell by the dumb look on your face that you think. I'm stupid enough to know look you up and figure out what I got myself into."

"...look me up...?"

"The internet is not the only source of information. You should know that, grandpa. And for your information, I'm not an idiot, nor am I a child."

"I never said—"

"No, but you implied it. You implied that I was intelligent enough to know who I was dealing with. You implied that I wasn't mature enough to become involved with a man my daddy wouldn't approve of."

She ignored the way his eyes darkened at that word.

"I don't need my father to like the man I am fucking. Because that is what this is. No more, no less. Could this become more? Honestly, yeah. Very easily, and that scares the shit out of me. And that is why I came here earlier. Plus I had plans to look for my sperm donor and incubator. And don't try to change my mind either, it is already set. And with that, I am going to leave because my mood has been officially ruined."

She stood up and began to redress quickly. The room was thick was tension. Both of them jumped at the sudden beeping from the alarm at his bedside table that read half past seven. He looked over the woman he just thoroughly pissed off and struggled to withhold a snicker. Her shirt was wrinkled, her jeans were torn open at the top, the button and zipper portions completely obliterated, her green panties visible, and she was missing one of her slippers. He didn't even want to mention her hair. But she looked adorable. He couldn't deny that this was the one thing that Magneto and Mystique did right.

She cleared her throat, frustrated with her appearances having apparently given up trying to straighten herself up. She went to open the door and he slammed it shut the second it opened.

"Hey!"

"Let's set one thing clear before you leave this room. I don't think you're an idiot. I'm the idiot and you took me by surprise. I apologize for implyin' otherwise. 'Kay? Second, I sure as hell don't see you as immature. I'm pretty sure I proved that to ya' all night." He let his eyes slowly drift down her body. She tried to stop the wave of heat that passed through her body but it was futile. Wolverine was a grade A missile and at this point, right now, she would not mind exploding all over him.

"Lastly," he grabbed her jaw gently but with purpose and kissed her sweetly, picking up in both strength and passion as he continued. His tongue searched every cavity within her mouth and he growled into her mouth, making her whimper. When he pulled back her lips were larger and red, sore from the night's events."Yer not the only one scared of this Birdie." He whispered.

So...I guess this is a good place to leave off. I had to change to change the rating, you see. I genuinely didn't expect that lemon, kind of took me by surprise. And I was definitely not somewhere private when I was typing it up, so I definitely didn't plan on that happening. But it happened. I can't exactly control Charlie when she's in the room with Logan (and they call him an animal *wink wink*). Plus you guys deserve it for being so wonderfully loyal and encouraging. Leave me some reviews about your thoughts. I'm gonna need some more encouragement if you guys want another lemony scene.

But this is the next chapter. Much apologies for taking so long to update. But I have been on kind of a roll today, this is the third story I have updated today and I am feeling pretty proud of myself. Don't forget to check out my other stories. I have a crossover between X Men and The Avengers in Perfect Accuracy so don't be afraid to check it out.

**The name of the movie is Momento directed by Christopher Nolan for those movie buffs out there. Really interesting movie plot, and beautifully crafted. Go check it out sometime.