So, I've been wanting to do an X-Men Evolution fic for a while now but never had the right idea. And when I made my Son of Wolverine OC, the idea didn't occur to me until a few days ago. And so, this story was born. I hope you enjoy it, because I know X-Men Evolution is one of the most popular X-Men shows, about as popular as the 90s animated series I'd reckon. And it's most likely more popular than Wolverine and the X-Men, which I didn't really watch that much when it aired but I'm going to start getting into it.

The only episode I DID watch from that show was the one featuring the Hulk and the Wendigo.

Who knows, I may one day do a fic involving that show.

Anyway, a little info about my OC. His name is James Draven, the son of Wolverine and Mariko Yashida. However, considering Shingen Yashida's disdain for anything mutant, as well as his disapproval towards Logan and Mariko's relationship, Logan and Mariko had to give their son up to hide him from Shingen. James was left on the doorstep of a family in America, unaware of his parentage.

In terms of his abilities, he's similar to his father. He has retractable claws which will be coated in Adamantium but they will be the ONLy part of him that is encased in Adamantium, just as what was done with X-23. I made this decision because of the Adamantium poisoning that would occur due to having an entire skeleton coated in the metal, just like what happened with Wolverine. He also has enhanced senses like Logan, a strong healing factor, but given that he won't have an Adamantium skeleton, he won't be durable like his father. He'll be fast, and ruthless befitting the son of the Wolverine.

Oh, and in this story he's going to be paired with Jean Grey. And yes, this means a rivalry between him and Scott because of their interest in the same girl. And he will also go by the codename "The Wolf".

In terms of a suit, he'll wear Wolverine's X-Force suit.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. I only own the OC James Draven/The Wolf.

'This had better not be a waste of my time, Chuck.' Logan AKA The Wolverine and member of the X-Men thought to himself as he arrived in Alberta, Canada on his motorcycle. Charles had informed him that Cerebro had detected a young mutant here and gave the task of finding him to Logan. Logan had refused at first, but the look on Charles' face and his words had made Logan reconsider as he knew it had to be serious if the man looked that serious, plus his words;

"Trust me, Logan. It's best if you handle this one."

So reluctantly, Logan had gotten on his motorcycle and drove for days on end, only stopping to refuel at passing gas stations, eventually he had arrived in Alberta. He knew this place well, given that he was Canadian himself. But Alberta was a place where he had frequented before he joined the X-Men, having participated in the cage-fighting that they had going on here. It paid good money and allowed him to get some aggression out.

"How the hell am I gonna find this kid?" Logan sighed irritably before deciding that he'll visit the old bar he always went to when he stayed here, maybe give the ring a few gos before he goes looking for the kid Charles had detected.

Arriving outside the building, Logan parked his motorcycle and got off, heading inside where his ears were instantly assaulted by the loud cheering of a crowd. The place looked a lot bigger since the last time he was here. Curious, Logan walked over and watched just as a man went crumbling to the floor and the bell rung, getting mixed reactions from the crowd. Logan's eyes then went to the other occupant in the cage and they soon narrowed.

The other fighter was a kid.

He was possibly around the same age as Scott and Jean, had short-length, messy black hair. He was shirtless, dressed in only dark blue jeans and reddish-brown boots. His back was to Logan so he couldn't get a look at his face.

The announcer got everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, in all my years I've never seen anything like this." The crowd cheered in agreement which made Logan snort. They hadn't seen anything yet. "Are you gonna let this kid walk away with your money?!"

The crowd gave a definitive "NO!" in response.

One guy in the crowd stood up. "I'll fight him!"

Half of the crowd cheered as the man went down and entered the cage, hopping on his feet as he eyed the teen who still had his back to him. With Logan's heightened hearing, he was able to hear what the announcer said to the man.

"Whatever you do don't hit him in the balls." The announcer warned, getting a confused look from the man.

"You said anything goes."

The announcer nodded. "Anything goes but he'll take it personal."

Logan couldn't help but smirk when he heard that. He was the same.

The bell soon rang and the man rushed at the kid before he could turn around and started pummelling him with punches to the back and then stomped on his stomaching, followed by a knee to the ribcage. One half of the crowd cheered, and the other half booed.

"Come on! Get up, kid!" The man shouted down at the teenager.

The teen got onto his knee when the man rushed for another punch only for the teen to drive his own clenched fist into the man's, making him yell and clutch his fist before he got a punch to the face that sent him into the cage wall. He stumbled forward and got a clothesline that knocked him out cold. Once again, the crowd gave mixed reactions to the winner, the ones booing namely because they had lost their money.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's winner, and still king of the cage... The Wolf!" The announcer announced.

'The Wolf' looked around, and now that he was in the light, Logan got a good look at him and the centuries-old mutant felt his mouth drop open a little as he recognised the kid's features... because he looked like him, or similar to him at least. But it was the eyes that caught his attention, brown irises. A familiar shade of brown.

One that he had only seen in another's eyes. A woman. One that he had loved and been with about seventeen years ago. And they had even had a child...

'There's no way.' Logan thought in shock. But it could be possible...

...that this kid was his son.

The crowd had dispersed and gone home after getting their money or lost their money. Now the crew was cleaning up the cage, and the fight promoters were counting the money they had made tonight. Logan sat at the bar, taking a bottle of beer as he came to terms with the realisation that he may have found his son.

Years ago, when Logan was in Japan, he met a woman named Mariko Yashida and he fell in love with her. Her father, Shingen, had a hate for mutants and disapproved of Mariko and Logan's relationship. This grew even worse when he found out about Logan being a mutant, and sought to kill him which didn't work of course. And when Shingen found out Mariko was pregnant, he sought to kill the 'abomination' in her womb. So Logan and Mariko fled to the States, where she gave birth to their son, James.

But knowing that Shingen would hunt them, Logan and Mariko reluctantly had to give their son up and separate. So, they left James on the doorstep of a family. Mariko went back to Japan to face her father.

Logan never saw her again. And he couldn't muster the will to find his son, for fear of the kid being found by Shingen or worse Sabretooth. Everyone Logan knows dies, and he couldn't do that to his son. He didn't even know if his son inherited the same powers as him, if he had the X-Gene. But he still didn't risk it. It was better if he stayed away and let the kid grow up normally, raised by normal people.

And now Logan had found him, in a cage-fighting ring in Canada.

Logan sighed and took another sip of his beer, mentally wondering how he was going to approach this. However, it seemed he wouldn't have to as he noticed James arrive at the bar and take a seat a few stools down from him. He was now dressed in a black top and a black jacket.

"My usual." He said without looking at the bartender who seemed to find this a common thing for he nodded and walked off to get him his drink.

"You old enough to be drinking, kid?" Logan couldn't help but ask, causing James to look towards him and the Wolverine saw recognition flash in those eyes that were very similar to Mariko's. But then the eyes went cold and he looked away.

"Old enough that nobody cares." He said darkly, causing Logan's brows to furrow a little. Okay, this was not going to go easy. The kid clearly knew him. Did he know who he was? Their connection?

Before he could say anything, the bartender arrived with a bottle of whiskey and placed it in front of James who handed over some money and went to take a sip from the whiskey when the man he defeated in the cage walked over with his buddies.

"Hey, kid." He tapped James' shoulder, getting him to turn his head a little. "You owe me some money."

"Come on, man. Let's not do this." His friend tried to pull him away but the man shook him off.

"Nobody takes a beating like that and doesn't have a mark to show it." The man said with growing disgust in his tone that Logan recognised. The type of disgust that only came from people that hated mutants. The man leaned down to the kid's ear. "Goddamn freak."

"You lost your money." James snapped quietly, and Logan noticed his left hand slowly clenching into a fist. "Keep it up, you'll be losing something else."

The man scoffed before his friend pulled him away. However, he suddenly drew a knife and swung at James with a yell. Logan was about to spring into action when James whirled around, pushed the man against one of the support pillars and...

SNIKT!

...three metal claws came out from between his knuckles, two on the either side of the man's throat while the middle one stopped a few inches from the jugular, threatening to cut him open.

"Oh shit! He's one of them freaks!" The man's friend shouted in disgust and fear before he drew his own knife, causing James to snap his attention to him with a low growl.

"Hey bub!" Logan called, bringing all attention to him. Logan finished his beer then stood, his eyes on the second man. "You'd best reconsider that before..." he clenched his right fist

SNIKT!

And three metal claws came out of his hand as well. Logan didn't need to finish his 'warning', the men got the picture of what would happen.

James looked at the man he had pinned against the pillar, then he retracted his claws while releasing the man. He looked around at the fearful customers, the bartender sending him a look as he gripped a shotgun. His eyes finally went to Logan, before he finally turned and stormed out of the bar.

Logan sighed. Well, at least he knew James had inherited his powers... and his attitude. But one thing came to mind.

How did James have Adamantium claws?

James sighed as he packed his things into a backpack. He didn't have much on him, just spares clothes and the money he made from the cage[fighting he'd been doing for the last couple of months. It would be enough to get him into the States and maybe try and make a decent living there. At that thought he paused before shaking his head.

No, it was best he didn't stay in one place. Being here for as long as he had been was pushing it. Especially with certain people no doubt after him after he escaped them.

Once he finished packing, he slung the backpack over his right shoulder and left the motel to go hand in the key. Once that was done, he started to make his way towards the road when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"You running away, kid?"

He turned and his eyes went cold as he looked at Logan, the Wolverine... his father.

"Away from here." Was all he said coldly before turning to continue walking.

"Kid!" Logan called but James continued walking. growing more frustrated, Logan followed him and barked. "James!"

At that, James finally stopped but didn't face his father.

"You know who I am, don't you." Logan said, saying it as more of a statement than a question.

"...Yeah." Logan said quietly, then turned to regard his father coldly. "But don't think that just because you're my father I'm going to hug you. Why should I hug a man that didn't even want me?"

Logan frowned. "It's not how it was."

"No?" James raised a brow. "Why else would you have left me on some doorstep and not show up in my life?"

Logan sighed. "You don't understand, James. Look, can we just find someplace to go and talk about this?"

James' eyes sharpened. "There's nothing to talk about, old man. It's because of you that they came for me. It's because of you that my adopted parents were killed. It's because of you that they did this to me!"

SNIKT!

James held up his right hand, the claws out.

Logan was silent for a few seconds. "Weapon X?" He guessed.

"Not that had to guess." James scoffed, retracting the claws. "They did the same to you."

"Look, James, I know you have your opinion about me and all that, and I don't blame you." Logan said, slowly approaching his son who only took a small step back but didn't run. "But believe me, I wouldn't wish that on anyone. If I had known-"

"Well, you didn't." James cut him off, his tone still cold.

"No, I didn't." Logan sighed again and rubbed his forehead. He wasn't good at this. The whole fatherhood thing. A part of him wished Mariko was here to help him speak with their son. "Let's just talk about this, okay? Tell me everything and then I'll tell you why I came looking for you. If you want to leave afterwards, that's fine. I know what it's like to just want to be alone. I'm not gonna get mushy on you or anything, you're a grown man. But I would at least like to share a drink with my kid."

James stared at his father, contemplating it. He could see that the man wanted to talk with him, and he could smell that he was being truthful in his words. Part of him raged at considering taking his offer, but the other part of him, the one that wanted to know his father, the part of him that had longed to find the truth about himself won out in the end. He had wanted to know why his father had given him up. He wanted to know about his biological mother.

James sighed. "There's a bar we can go to. Not the one we were at, but another one."

The bar was much smaller than the one that featured the cage. It was your standard type of bar, with a pool table, dart board, bingo machines, you name it. James and Logan were seated at the bar, both of them with a glass of beer in front of them.

"At least you got my taste for beer." Logan commented, sipping his drink.

"I prefer Whiskey to be honest, but beer's good enough." James said and took a gulp from his beer.

Silenced stretched between the father and son as they simply sat there, staring at their drinks. Logan tried to think of what to say, but what could you say to your son after not seeing them since they were just a baby and finding out they were exactly like you, and had a hatred for you?

"So, uh... the people that raised you..." Logan started, unsure of breaching this topic.

"They were good people. The Dravens were good people." James said, swallowing a lump in his throat. "They didn't deserve to die."

"I'm sorry." Logan said, mentally cursing Weapon X for everything they've done. It's bad enough what they did to him, but they went after his son? The next time he sees anybody that had something to do with Weapon X, he was gutting them.

James sighed. "It was a few months back when they told me I was adopted. I was found on the doorstep of their home with just a note that had my first name on it. They took me in and raised me as their son, and I always thought I was despite not looking like them. And then one day, I got angry and my claws came out. They told me the truth that I was adopted, but despite being a mutant... they didn't change their opinion on me. They still loved me. And then one day, when I was coming home after spending the night at my girlfriend's-"

"Girlfriend?" Logan raised a brow, smirking.

James gave him a glare for the interruption."Shut up. Anyway, I came home... and found them dead. A bullet through their heads. That's when they grabbed me and knocked me out. And when I came to, I was in some facility, locked in a cell. And that's when they told me what I was and who my father was." He looked at his father. "And then they told me that I was to be the new Weapon X."

Logan's hands clenched, his jaw tightening. "They grafted the Adamantium to you."

"Only to my claws." James said, looking at his hands. "They didn't want to risk making a second, indestructible weapon that could go against them. They wanted to make sure it would be easier to control me, and easier to take me down. After the process was complete, they wanted to erase my memory, make me their killing machine. I got pissed, escaped and have been running since. It's been three months now. All I've been doing is going place to place, never staying for too long lest they track me down."

Logan was silent as he took all of this in. Guilt gnawed at his soul. If he had watched his son, even from afar, if he had done more...

"I'm sorry, James." it was all Logan could say.

"Sorry won't erase what was done." James said coldly, taking another sip of his beer. "The world's cruel to people like us."

Logan chuckled mirthlessly at that. "No argument there, kid. Look, I can't change the past. If I could, there would be a ton of things that I would change. I should've seen you more, even if I had to watch from afar. I thought that it would be best if you had no inclusion of me in your life, because all that ever happens to people I care about... they die. Your mother and I gave you up because her father is an asshole who hates mutants and wanted to kill you before you were even born. Guess I should've realized not everything can go my way, even for my kid."

James said nothing in response and merely downed his beer until it was empty. He sighed. "Why are you here? What brought you here, looking for me?"

"I didn't know it was you at first." Logan said. "I'm part of a team known as the X-Men. Heard of us?"

James frowned a little but nodded. "Vaguely. From what I've been able to hear from TV."

Logan nodded. "Well, I'm a member of the team. And a man, Charles Xavier, he has a machine that can find mutants around the world. It detected you, and Chuck must've realized who you were because he was insistent on me being the one to come find you."

"What does he want?" James asked. "Me to join his superhero boy band?"

Logan snorted at that. He had similar thoughts when Charles first asked him to join the X-Men. "Most likely. You'd be around mutants your age, part of a team, learn to control your abilities, you just have to not show them to humans. The world isn't aware of mutants, though there have been some incidents but nothing big. It's up to you if you want to join, kid. I ain't gonna force you."

James stared at the empty glass, contemplating the decision. He could say no, continue to go from place to place but how long could he he live like that? it had been doing great for him so far, but what if he pushed his luck too far? What if Weapon X caught up to him? More people would be caught in the crossfire and die. If he kept going from place to place, he'd become tired, he'd want to just stay in one place.

And then there's what Logan said, if he took the offer, he'd be around mutants his age. Decisions, decisions.

James sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before he have his father a look. "Fuck it. I'm in."

And that's it for this chapter. Sorry if there was some errors, I did try to get Logan's personality down to a T, especially Evolution Wolverine. And I am aware that the world did not know of mutants until later, but I am sure there was some minor incidents, the type where the majority of people won't believe someone sprouting about them.

And I do apologise if it seems James agreed too fast. He does have his reservations about the idea, and won't be willing to interact. He IS Logan's kid, after all. But again, he'd be around people like him which will put him at some ease.