#sd: take my whiskey neat

[strange-dreams-are-made-of-these]

Take My Whiskey Neat

Summary: Amaris, a mutant with regenerative healing and bone-like claws, grew up within the confines of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. She became a teacher, falling in line with the order of the X-Men. She had always felt like a part of her had been missing for time. Though one day the X-Men save a young girl terrified of her powers and a man who could only remember the last twenty years of his life. Things begin to change, for all parties involved. Tags: Cursing, Canon-typical violence, abandonment issues, use of an original character (this shouldn't count, but here it is), if you think I forgot about something, please tell me and I will add. Word Count: 26K (my longest chapter ever) A/N: I wrote this because like 19 people liked one of my posts. This is for you guys. Please let me know if you want in on the tag list. This is not beta read. (Part Two) (Part Three) divider credit to @cafekitsune

Warm rays of sunshine always found the perfect way to slip between the curtains of the bedroom window, slowly creeping from the floor up to the bed and into the eyes of Amaris, causing her to wake up if she hadn't already been awake by the time the sun rose. Today was one of those days where the extra hour or two counted most to her. Her rest went interrupted a few times, tossing and turning between the sheet and blanket of her bed hadn't been unusual for the young woman, but the dreams she had between the interruptions had been very uncommon indeed.

The first memories she could recall had been in the mansion, watching Saturday morning cartoons and eating cereal with other kids, learning how to ride a bike down the long driveway of the mansion, and having her first date even with a classmate who has now moved on somewhere in the Carolina's using his powers to work at a nuclear plant.

But the dreams she had were of a time she couldn't remember.

There were kids running around behind two adults, one man and one woman. The woman had long brown hair and tanned skin. The man had brown hair, a little fluffy, and was lighter than the woman. They ran nearly hand in hand with the children running behind him. Given her view of events, she seemed to be held in the arms of the woman.

"Kayla, get the kids out of here."

"Not without you."

"I wasn't asking."

The man then looked at what Amaris thought was her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Daddy will come back for you, baby girl. I promise."

Amaris would continue to wake up before she could see what would happen next. It was frustrating to her, having been the type to always want answers as quickly as possible. She shook her head as she rose, placing her feet on the floor and rubbing the side of her face. What could the dreams have possibly meant? It was too early in the morning to even bother The Professor with such questions, and with her first class to start in roughly two and a half hours, she decided to ask him later.

The sounds of birds outside filtered through the cracked window, making the young woman smirk. She stood up, walked around her bed, and crossed the room, shutting the door before starting off her day the right way. She made her bed, picked out her outfit for the day, took a shower, brushed her teeth, and put half of her hair up in a claw clip. As she finished getting ready for the day, she took a moment to pause, looking down at her hands. Her thumbs gently ran over her knuckles and the inside of her wrists. Being thankful for the school and Charles Xavier, she was able to learn how to control her powers, but she would still feel as if she could feel the physical pain of the use of her powers constantly. She always had to be careful, not wanting to risk injuring others.

She left her bedroom, having been one of the first few mutants out of their rooms for the day. Her dreams still haunted her, wondering who the man and woman were, why she had been there, and what had happened after the man parted ways with her.

Having been caught up in her thoughts, she nearly bumped into another one of the school's teachers. "Oh, good morning Jean." She spoke, offering a warmish smile.

"Good morning, Amaris." Jean smiled back, observing her friend and colleague's facial reactions. Jean squinted a little as she observed Amaris. "Did you sleep well?"

It was always hard to keep things away from telepaths. They were too smart, literal walking lie detectors. "Not really, but I'm fine. I think." Amaris added, placing one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her head. "I was going to ask The Professor, but I don't want to bug him with mundane things like dreams."

Jean shrugged her shoulders, giving Amaris an encouraging look. "We don't call him The Professor for nothing. Dreams are powerful visions. Mutant dreams are something entirely different altogether."

"I know." the slightly younger woman replied, exhaling a deep breath. "Jean," Amaris started, "Do you think it's possible to see or remember parts of the past you can't remember?"

Jean looked puzzled now, placing a hand on Amaris' shoulder. "I don't see why not. Do you want to talk about it?"

Amaris, appreciating the gesture, delicately removed Jean's hand from her shoulder. "Maybe later? I want to think about what I saw for a little bit." It was better for her to process what happened before she shared it with others. Amaris cleared her throat, changing her smile to a more genuine one. "You have the press conference thing today, right?" Jean nodded in response. "I'll be watching. Break a leg. Remember that Senator Kelly is a wrinkly bag of opinions, not facts."

Jean looked down for a moment, stifling a laugh before regaining her composure and looking back to Amaris. "No doubt he will have a way to twist my words, but at least I'll have The Professor with me to turn to when the inevitable happens."

A hand appeared on the small of Jean's back. A gruff voice spoke up as he appeared to her side, his red Polaroid sunglasses tucked perfectly on his face. "Hopefully this will give our students the right motivation to continue their studies here too."

Amaris looked at Scott, giving a small wave to greet him. "I would love to stay and chit-chat with you two love birds, but I have an English class to teach." With those words, Amaris parted ways with her friends, walking down the hallways of the mansion.

There had been many things going on today, and she knew Jean's meetings and conversations were important for mutants everywhere. Amaris wasn't speaking on mutant rights or actively assisting in aiding the ones who needed help. Only teaching them how the English language worked, and occasionally donning a black leather X-Men suit when they required her assistance. Storm, Jean, and Scott seemed to have their places and roles solidified with Charles staying behind to not only watch over the team but to ensure the safety of the kids, along with the few other teachers of the school, like Amaris.

It wasn't a difficult life to live, having been a resident and student of the School for the Gifted herself. Yet, it's all she has ever known. Living in the X-Mansion, learning to control her powers, finding a way to use them for good, helping her friends and students control their powers, and training with the X-Men on the lower floors. It was exciting to have powers and be a mutant, but it was terrifying to have powers that could harm others if not properly used or trained. She had friends like Ororo, Jean, Scott, and even Charles who understood the things that happened to her but also had experienced those things too.

Amaris opened up the doors to her designated classroom, seeing Charles next to her desk. She could hear his heartbeat from outside the door, not causing her to be scared or jump. He smirked looking at her. "Just who I was wanting to see."

Amaris walked up to the desk, leaning against it as she crossed her arms. "Am I that in demand, Professor?" She asked jokingly, giving the older man a smile.

"Only when your dreams are louder than one's thoughts." He replied, waving his hand in a gesture for her to sit down. Amaris willingly sat down at the student desk in front of him, not sure if this was the right time to have this conversation. "I know you told Jean you didn't want to talk about it, but talking about these dreams can help you more versus not talking about it and it hurt you."

She shook her head as she looked to her teacher and mentor. "Why are you so wise?" She asked him, rhetorically. "I don't know where I was. I can't even tell if it was me. I just remember there being a man and a woman leading a group of kids out of some place, maybe a building or a hangar or something. But, it was like I wasn't running with them. It was like I was in the woman's arms. The man told her to run away, he turned to her, kissed her, then he turned to, who I think, was me. He kissed my forehead and said 'Daddy will come back for you.'. Then I would wake up." She looked at Charles as he examined her, moving his wheelchair toward her at the desk. "I don't know what to think about it. It felt so real."

He reached a hand out, patting her hand that rested on the desk. "My dear, I think you already know the answer to that." Charles had always been a comforting being to his students, no matter how old they became. "My question for you is, what are you going to do with this information?"

Amaris looked at Charles, searching his eyes for anything that should be an answer for her. He was always hard to read, mastering a solid facade. Amaris exhaled another deep breath. "It wasn't much information to do anything with. But why would I just now be remembering something that happened so far in the past?"

Charles removed his hand, resting back in his chair. "I am a telepath, not a dream interpreter. However, I think your subconscious is trying to kick start something in you, beyond just remembering potentially the face of the man. I think you should reflect on this dream of yours and apply it to your life here at the mansion. There could be a lesson to learn from it."

Amaris huffed a little. "I thought I learned everything I could about myself. That's what this school was built for, right?"

Charles chuckled. "There is always time to learn or teach something. Hm, speaking of..." The door opened up and a small group of students entered the room. Charles moved his wheelchair, navigated the classroom, and exited the room. Amaris stood up watching Charles leave, feeling as if she had more questions than answers now. She collected herself, walked to her desk, and grabbed a stack of papers to distribute to her students.

Amaris had stayed in her classroom, grading the tests from the two morning classes she had. She spun the red pen between her fingers, and the sounds of the students talking and playing filled the air as both her classroom door and windows were open. She loved the smell of fresh air, and it had been such a wonderful day weather-wise for the school. Who could pass up on fresh air? Maybe she should have taken a break herself and walked outside. There was plenty of time for that later. First, she needed to grade these papers.

Other duties prevented that. A red light flashed on her watch, looking down to see the x symbol blinking. She put her items away, quickly standing up and making her way to the elevators. She met up with Storm as the two women walked into the elevator. "I hope it's nothing too serious," Amaris admitted out loud, though prepared to do what was needed.

"Agreed," said Storm, "Yet again, we have both said that about the last three alerts." When the elevator doors opened, the women stepped off, heading directly to the meeting room. Scott had been staring at the monitor, Charles and Jean joining him. They both just came back from their meeting with the U.S. Senate, having a difficult time with Senator Kelly. "What's going on, Scott?" Storm asked.

The man looked between the four others who joined them. "We have a hit on Magneto, or at least that's who we think this signal is picking up." He pressed a button on a remote, and the screed zoomed in on an area in the Canadian Rockies. "The quicker we get to him, the less of a risk he has causing trouble."

"Why would he be in the Canadian Rockies?" Jean asked.

Charles hummed a little. "He is looking for something. Magneto would not be sloppy enough to be caught unless he was looking for something or wanted to be caught. We must be careful."

"Storm, why don't you come with me? Jean, fly the jet and stay back in case we need any help. And Amaris-"

"Stay at the Mansion with the Professor, in case something happens, and get everybody to safety. I know the drill." Amaris spoke, holding up a hand with her other arm crossed over her chest.

Scott nodded, looking between everyone, avoiding making eye contact with Amaris as she sulked away from the group, taking a seat in the war room and putting on a com link. Amaris watched as the other three left to suit up as quickly as possible, turning on the monitors to watch the hangar and the inside feed of the jet. She didn't understand, she had been nearly five to six years younger than the others. Just because she was younger didn't mean she wasn't ready to fight. She was twenty-four years old, she could handle herself.

Charles could tell that Amaris was bothered by the constant choice to leave her behind. "He doesn't think you any less competent than the others, or himself." He watched as they left the mansion in the jet, making their way to Alberta.

"It feels like it, but I don't have much room to talk. I want to be a part of the X-Men, not piss off its group leader."

"You are not an aspiring member of the X-Men, you are an X-Man. And Scott isn't the group leader, I am." Charles spoke firmly as he looked over to Amaris. "He doesn't bring you out to the field because you are like a sister to him. He feels the need to protect you, which means dealing with your brooding while he and the others go out on missions."

Amaris stared at Charles as he spoke, a little cooing-like sound coming from her core. She was confused by his statement, mostly the latter part. "He what?"

Charles nodded. "Scott has known you since your childhood. You must have been three when you came to the mansion. He has looked after you like an older sibling would cautiously watch their younger sibling. Every tumble you took, every scratched knee, bothered him and he would worry about you. No matter how many times he watched you heal instantly in front of his eyes." Charles held onto the fond memories of his students and their happier times. "Try talking to him sometime, and encourage him to use you for the team's greatest outcome. Soon we will have a new set of young recruits, and who knows, maybe sub-team B will need its own team captain to keep them in check."

Amaris often wondered where the other's trust in her had been placed, but she never imagined finding out this way. "Maybe he can't trust my... abilities." She tried giving some reason for Scott's hesitation.

"It's not his hesitation to trust you and your gifts, child. He hesitates in his trust in himself, not wanting anything to happen to you. We must all realize we are not just mutants, or teachers, or students. We are all family. We must protect each other, even if it means making questionable choices we can regret later."

Amaris had been quick to equip the med bays, hearing about the two inured mutants that were coming in. One was a teenage girl, practically wrapped head to toe in clothing and fabric. The other was a man, maybe young to mid-thirties, who somehow instantly healed from being injected from his truck yet was knocked out by known mutant Sabertooth. It had been a little while since an adult mutant had been brought in for help by the X-Men, so Amaris was sure to make sure everything Jean could have needed was made available to her. He seemed to be in some type of comatose state while the girl had a superficial cut to her leg. It was easy to heal, and Amaris had been grateful to be of assistance to her while Jean took care of the man.

Amaris had finished stitching up the girl's leg, observing how quiet she had been the whole time. Setting the tools down on a tray next to her, Amaris removed her gloves, discarding them on the tray as well. "I think you have had a rather eventful day." The girl nodded a little, apprehensive about the care she was receiving. "Are you hungry? It's almost lunchtime, but I think I can sneak you a sandwich and a drink before the others see."

"Others?" the girl asked, an indication of a Southern accent that gave Amaris a clue where she was from.

She smiled, stepping away from the table. "Kids. Your age and younger. A couple even a little older." It was always nice to be able to help others, and the woman knew this girl was in desperate need of help. "My name is Amaris. I'm a teacher here at Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted. This is a place where people like us can live freely without the fear of others doing harm to us."

The girl seemed to relax her posture slightly, but not enough to feel comfortable. "How do you know what I am?"

Amaris knew in order to gain her trust, she would have to open herself up to the young girl. She held her arm in front of her, safely away from the girl. With the slow reflex of her tendons, three bony claws exposed themselves. Two protruded between her index and middle knuckles and ring finger and pinky knuckles. The third protruded from the inside of her wrist. The girl looked shocked, her jaw lowering a little bit. Her face changed, paling a little. "They look just like..."

Amaris looked at her, confused. "Like what?"

"Like Logan's."

"Who's Logan?"

It had been a few hours since Rogue and Logan arrived. Rogue was thrown directly into the world of the school, with the help of Amaris. She had always been prepared for new students, having notebooks, pencils, pens, folders, and other items ready for new students. The woman had helped Rogue get her classes registered in the main system, finding open seats in the five main courses the students were required to take: English, History, Science, Math, and Social Studies. This would give the young girl time to meet with her new peers, get a feel for how the school days work, and give her time to figure out which other extra classes she wanted to take.

She kept her emotions at bay and made sure Rogue was settled for the day, having some mixed feelings when it came to the situation that had occurred. Rogue's words rang heavily in Amaris' mind, saying her mutation reminded her of the man she had just met the night before, on the same continent in a different country. It wasn't unusual to see similar mutations in several people, maybe at varying degrees or strengths, but to learn there was another person the X-Men rescued who had the exact same mutations she had was scary.

As she roamed the halls leaving her classroom, Amaris was hit with a certain smell. Sniffing the air a few times, she picked up on the scent of cigar smoke, gasoline, and a hint of fear. This sent Amaris into a little override state, fearing somebody was making their presence known to unsuspecting students. Amaris carefully tracked the anomaly, leaving the corridor of the hall and heading toward the staircase. She paused when she heard the heartbeat, beating rapidly in his chest. Students passed her by, heading down the stairs to their next class, not knowing there was a powerful mutant who hid from them. And he was afraid. The sounds of his feet shuffling on the hardwood and the rugs were his biggest giveaway, letting her know when she could start her own descent down the stairs.

The sound of a door opening and closing let her know where he had been, and given their current location in the mansion, she knew that this man had stepped into Charles' classroom. As she made her way down the stairs she watched the door open again, children leaving with their bags and supplies, a moment or two later another girl left, this time phasing through the walls. "Miss Pryde, use the door next time. Phasing should be for emergencies only, remember?"

The girl nodded. "Yes, Miss Amaris." She then quickly made her way up to the other students.

She shook her head a few times as she stood outside the door, listening to what was being said. She had been too nearly focused on what was happening behind the door to not notice Scott and Storm walk up behind her. "Well, are we just going to stand out here all day? or are we going to go in there and get some answers?" Scott asked, sounding dry.

Amaris rolled her eyes at him, then opened the door when she heard the Professor come to a stopping point. She walked in first, followed by Storm and then Scott, who stayed behind on the threshold. A rather tall man watched as the others filtered into the room. "Ah, yes. Logan, I'd like for you to meet Ororo Munroe, also known as Storm." Charles spoke, introducing the two. Logan gave a look to Storm, eyeing her up and down as the two stared at each other. Amaris hadn't known Storm to look at somebody that way before as if he had stars dancing above her head. It was strange, to say the least.

Charles continued on. "This is Scott Summers, also called Cyclops."

Scott offered a hand out to Logan to greet him, though was taken aback when the man ignored his hand. This brought a little more tension to the room.

"This is Amaris, one of our younger staff members here." Charles gestured over to Amaris, who took a place between Storm and Charles. She stared at the man, looking between his tufts of hair and his posture. She thought she had seen a man like him before somewhere.

Logan chuckled looking at her. "No special name for you, huh?"

Amaris shook her head. "I'm not really the field hero type."

Logan grunted a little in response. Charles took this time as an opportunity to speak again. "These people saved your life." The sound of heels clicking against the wood and Jean entered the room, running one hand across Scott's shoulders. "I believe you have already met Dr. Jean Grey."

Amaris looked at Logan, examining him as Charles spoke with him. There was a certain likeness to him that she thought she had seen before, but she couldn't place her finger on it. What was it about this man, who looked in his middle thirties, that crawled and gnawed at Amaris' insides, as if she was supposed to know this answer?

"You'll be safe here from Magneto." Charles continued.

Logan looked puzzled as he eyed Charles. "What's a Magneto?"

"A very powerful mutant," Storm answered, observing Logan. "who believes that a war is brewing between mutants and humans."

Logan looked between Storm, Jean, and Charles. He avoided eye contact with Amaris and had his back turned to Scott. Amaris peered over to Scott, unable to read his facial expressions. "I have been following his activities for some time. The man who attacked you is an associate of his called Sabertooth."

Logan looked away from Charles, looking at Storm, or maybe a little past her. "Sabertooth?" he questioned under his breath. His head spun around the room for a moment before speaking again. "Storm," he pointed at her, then eyeing Amaris, smirking. "No special name who sits behind the scenes." Amaris cocked her head at him, releasing the tension in her jaw as he turned to look at Charles again. "What do they call you? Wheels?" A moment of silence fell among the group before it was interrupted by Logan's chuckling. "This is the stupidest thing I have ever heard."

Logan shook his head, turning around and heading toward the door that Scott stood in the way of. Amaris could hear the little threat Logan made, watching as the man in the grey X-Men hoodie grabbed fist fulls of Scott's jacket, pulling Scott closer to him. She watched as Jean's hand flexed, but Amaris gave her a look, moving her hand over Jean's. The woman settled as they watched the two men interact.

"Logan," came the sturdy voice of Charles, "it's been almost 15? 21 years, hasn't it?" This perked not only the interest of Logan but Amaris as well. It was an interesting year range to think about, with these other elements she had been made aware of recently. "Living day to day, moving from one place to the next, with no memory of who, or what, you are."

Logan turned around quickly, baring his teeth. "Shut up!"

Amaris bared her teeth at the same time, a slight growl emitting from her belly as she was prepared to protect her friends and her family.

"We can help you. Give me a chance. I may be able to help you find some answers."

Logan rested his face after eyeing Charles, then looking at Amaris, then back to Charles. "How do you know?" He asked aloud, though determined on his reaction as he looked in various directions, the others were sure Charles had been displaying his gifts to him. To earn his trust, and for this stand-off to end. Logan's demeanor changed, a small half smile creeping up on his face, his tone changing when he spoke. "What is this place?"

Charles smiled, knowing he had finally found a common ground with the man. "Come with me, I'll show you." Charles made his way to the door, Scott stepping out of his way. Logan was slow, but followed him out, leaving the four current X-Men to process what happened.

Storm looked at Amaris, confused by her actions. "Why did you do that?"

Amaris looked at Storm, furrowing her brows. "I can't help that I growled. It's kinda a part of what I am. Whatever kind of mutation you want to call this."

Scott approached the three women. "We can't let our guard down while he is here. Magneto clearly wants something to do with him. We may not like it, but it's what we do."

"What do you mean we, Scott?" Storm asked, a little chuckle leaving her lips before she left the room.

Jean placed a hand on Amaris' shoulder. "I've never seen that side of you before. Are you sure you're fine?"

Amaris shrugged it off, grabbing her jacket sleeves and adjusting the fabric as she walked away. "I'm fine," Amaris spoke bluntly, leaving the room to find something else to do. Something productive, and keep herself busy and away from the thoughts of others. She needed fresh air, away from her team members and fellow teachers.

Most importantly, away from the stranger who didn't feel like a stranger.

A few hours had passed, and Logan was willing to stick around to find some answers about himself. While Amaris, Scott, and Storm all finished their classes for the day Jean took time to further examine Logan. This included a set of X-rays of his entire body, some blood work, and a genetic sequence test. Once these results were in, the X-Men and the Professor were all called in for a meeting. Amaris took her seat as usual while Jean stood to present her findings. "The metal is an alloy called Adamantium. It's not a naturally occurring metal. This is something somebody created. It's supposedly indestructible." The screen then flipped to a new set of X-rays. "This has been surgically grafted to his skeleton."

Storm spoke up, her voice in shock. "How could he have survived such a procedure?"

Jean turned to her, her arms crossed. "It's his mutation. He has uncharted regenerative abilities. It enables him to heal rapidly." Jean's eyes shifted to Amaris, watching as she stared at the X-rays. Everything about Logan's mutation reminded her of Amaris, aside from the metal quality.

Amaris felt something in her chest. A whole? A rumble? It was hard to tell. The information was uncanny, how much her mutation reflected his. To see a similar mutation was normal. To see something almost a carbon copy of another was downright mysterious.

"This leaves guessing his age nearly impossible. He could potentially be older than you, Professor." Jean looked at Charles, both deep in thought.

"Who did this to him?" Scott asked.

Jean turned to him, shaking her head. "He doesn't know, nor does he remember anything about his life before this happened."

Charles sounded disgusted, yet kept an even level head. "It's not the first time we have seen experimentation on mutants. However, to this degree, it's something I certainly have never seen before." He moved his wheelchair closer to the X-rays as he scanned over them again.

Scott watched between Jean and Charles. "Why do you think Magneto needs him?" He sounded curious.

Charles spun around, looking at his X-Men. "I don't think he is what Magneto truly wants. And this baffles me." As he spoke to them, his eyes fell upon Amaris, who wrung her hands back and forth as her eyes were glazed over. "Until we locate Magneto again, we mustn't let Logan or anybody else leave the school."

Storm, Jean, and Scott all left the room. Amaris remained in her seat, her fingers rubbing over the tender slots between her knuckles. Charles approached her, sensing her concern. "I can sense something is troubling you. You may find this hard to believe... but I think it bothers me as well."

Amaris focused her eyes on Charles, watching him as he spoke. "What is the likelihood of finding the same mutation in two people, to an extent like this?" She gestured toward the genetic sequences and X-rays posted on the walls.

Charles gave her a little nod. "It's very rare. So rare, in fact, it could only come from one possible source." He rested his hand on her forearm. "Blood relations."

Amaris shook her head, looking down as he spoke. She didn't think it could be a possibility. Looking back up, she could feel herself fighting with her emotions. "The man in my dream, that I told you about this morning, I didn't see his face. I could see his posture, the outline of his head and shoulders," she paused for a moment, battling the shake that rumbled in her throat, "The sound of his voice... It all looked and sounded like him."

Charles nodded as he watched her, feeling the discomfort and even possibly the hurt that she had been feeling. "We can't say that for certain. However, I will be more than happy to give you a copy of your genetic testing and we can compare them to his, only if you want, that is." Charles had known Amaris her whole life, finding her presence comforting and a wonderful addition during her schooling years and as a teacher now. She was family to him. "I can always dive into your mind to see this dream you had, see if I can make it any clearer."

It was a lot to process at one time. To start remembering her parents, having a mysterious man be rescued by her fellow team members, and then learning that he had been through a metaphorical seven rings of hell and through their attempt to help him by running these tests learn there is a chance they are related was something she never thought would happen. "I don't even know where to start thinking about this mess. How do you approach somebody who only remembers fifteen or twenty-one years of life and tell them, 'Hey! I think we are related.' That doesn't make a lot of sense."

Charles nodded in agreeance. "The choice is yours, my dear. You can find out the truth and hang onto it for as long as you live, which very well can be for an extremely long time. Or, act on this impulse and share your discoveries. Who knows? He may need you more than you think." Charles hummed again before turning his chair around. "Whatever choice you make, understand you are the author of your own fate. Don't let the past determine your future."

Amaris was left alone in the debriefing room, left to look at the x-rays of the man named Logan, to ponder her choices of self-discovery or self-destruction.

The day passed rather quickly. The Professor convinced Logan to stay for a couple of days, exchanging the gift of protection for the gift of uncovering his past. It was a noble thing to do, even for Charles, but Amaris thought it was a big gamble. If Magneto ever found out that Logan was at the X-Mansion, he could turn his thugs onto the school. The children were at the forefront of Amaris' mind, and their protection meant everything to her.

Setting her freshly washed plate in the drying rack next to the sink, she turned around, bracing her back against the countertop. She rubbed circles into her forehead, trying to alleviate a migraine she thought she had. It was funny to think with an overactive healing regenerative factor that she couldn't combat a single migraine. Or understand how unbelievably painful it was.

There was another person in the kitchen, having shared a dinner with Amaris. "You seem off today, Amaris," Storm spoke, walking her plate over to the sink. Amaris moved out of her way, still leaning against the counter. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Amaris looked at Storm, one of, if not her closest, friends she had at the mansion. "Ororo, I've been here at the mansion since I was three. I feel like I've put my time into learning and mastering my skills. The Professor tells me I am an X-Man, but I don't feel like it. Scott pushes me off to the side. I can get up and close to our enemies and not have to worry much about damage. I bounce right back. Instead, I'm constantly stuck here with Charles watching the mission hundreds or thousands of miles away." She looked at Ororo, her facial expression dropping. "Is there something wrong with me?"

Storm shook her head, placing a hand on Amaris'. "There is nothing wrong with you, or with any of us. Don't you see? He trusts you enough to stay back at the school in case something happens out there. He trusts your judgment, to analyze what may have gone wrong and how to fix it. You are our safety reserve, our watchful eye."

Amaris didn't know how to feel about the situation, nor how to respond to her comments. She felt that she wasn't being valued in the same way somebody with weather control, telekinesis, or optic blasting powers was. She was, at heart, an animal. Animals needed let out off their leashes from time to time, just to stretch their joints.

"Maybe a training day is in order, hmm? How about you and I run some simulations in the danger room tomorrow? It's been a while since we've faced each other." She smiled, trying to get any type of reaction out of Amaris.

She relaxed her shoulders, giving a quick nod before leaning off the counter. "You know, that sounds good."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a man screaming for help. Amaris was the first to leave the kitchen, running faster than Storm. She ran toward the source of the screaming, finding some students outside the door of where Logan was staying. Scott and Jean had arrived before her, and she was quick to work on wrangling the kids. "Go back to your dorms. go on now!" She called, more or less barking as some of the children jumped at her reaction. Storm had followed inside the room as Amaris overheard her tell her it was an accident.

Jean took care of Logan as his body squirmed on the floor and he choked for air. It was apparent he was having a seizure. Once Rogue and the children were gone, Amaris entered the room. "His healing factor is working again, just a little slow." Jean monitored him, checking his vital signs. "I think the seizure is over. We should get him up on the bed."

Scott nodded, grabbing Logan from under his arms. He struggled to lift the man. "What the?"

Amaris furrowed her brows. "Did you miss some sessions at the gym?"

He chuckled looking at her. "Oh, by all means, be my guest." Jean, Ororo, and Scott all stood to the side. Amaris walked over to Logan, taking one of his arms and throwing it over her shoulder. She then wiggled his body around before lifting him up into a fireman carry. She was careful to place his body down on the bed, then fixed his legs and arms so they weren't in uncomfortable positions. Her hand reached for his, setting it over the blanket as an electric current raced through her.

"Daddy will come back for you, baby girl. I promise."

Amaris jumped back a little, holding her hand close to her. Jean took a step toward Amaris, but she was quick to back away toward the door. "I'll make sure everyone goes back to bed." With those words, she left the room, her eyes big as her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

She had questions now, questions that could only be answered with the help and cooperation of Logan. Hopefully, the Professor will be able to help Logan find some missing pieces.

"Okay class, find your seats, quickly please," Amaris called out. She picked up her clipboard, taking a quick attendance. "John?... Bobby?... Kitty?... Jubilee?... Rogue?..." She looked up when there wasn't a response, seeing the empty seat. It was unusual to see a seat empty, although given it was her second day of classes. Amaris set her clipboard down, sensing something was wrong. "Well, kids, uh... use today's time as a study hall. I don't care if you listen to music, study for other classes, or finish late homework. Don't make too much noise." The woman got up from her seat, rounding her desk. "Everybody will get full marks for today." The kids began speaking to each other under their breaths as Amaris walked by, closing the doors behind her as she rounded the corner.

She knew something was wrong, and could almost sense that there was danger lurking somewhere. Amaris made her way towards the dorm rooms, finding the one Rogue had been assigned to. When she opened the door, she saw the bed had been stripped and her clothes and bag were gone. "Fuck." she muttered under her breath, now sprinting toward Storm's classroom. She made her way around the hallways, avoiding colliding with inanimate objects and living beings.

As she approached Storm's classroom, she could hear her speaking with Logan. She slowed down, settling herself as she stood near the cracked door, using it to shield herself from Logan and Storm.

The woman had used her powers to create a small rain cloud, moving it around the room to water the plants that were growing. Storm always had a way of finding the better side of life. She constantly reminded the kids about how precious and perfect they were, even just for existing.

Logan had his hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched Storm manipulate the cloud to her will before making it disappear. He let out a slow whistle before chuckling. "I guess every day for you is a sunny day."

Storm smiled warmly, turning to look at Logan. "I try to keep to the weather report. Besides, I don't want to get too tuckered out before I could even enjoy nice weather."

Logan hummed a little, his hand now moving a pen on her desk. "Maybe if you had the right company, you could still enjoy it, without being too bent out of shape."

Storm looked up at the man, her hands resting to her sides. She studied his face, trying to find some sort of semblance of a trick in his eyes. Those perfect hazel eyes of his were something any girl could melt for. She parted her lips, ready to speak, but Amaris decided now was the best time to make her presence known.

The door swung open as she entered the room, looking between the two. "Rogue's gone," she sounded defeated.

Storm looked from Logan. to Amaris, then back to Logan. "We have to tell the others. Come on."

Storm walked past Amaris, Logan following behind her. Both Logan and Amaris locked eyes with each other, looking puzzled in the brief moment they were connected. He had a pleading look in his eyes, like a part of him was begging to be noticed. Noticed by her. Amaris let out a shaky breath as Logan passed by, their eye contact breaking just in time.

The three adults headed toward the elevator, hopping on and going down to the meeting room. Scott and Charles had already been there. Logan led the two women to the room, the circular doors parting to let them through. "Where is she?" He asked as the three entered the room.

Scott turned around, watching as they entered. Amaris could see at first the wrinkle that pressed in his forehead as he saw Logan, though he quickly softened it once he saw the others. "Who?" he quizzed.

Amaris was about to speak but had been cut off. "Rogue," Charles spoke firmly, almost in a whisper. His face and eyes shifted as he thought, possibly trying to connect with her. "She's gone." The older man moved his wheelchair, leaving the room to enter the hallway.

The other adults followed him as he turned down the hallway, stopping before another circular door. He moved a little bit forward before a light appeared. It swept over his eye, a robotic woman's voice confirming his identity before opening the door.

As the door opened up, Charles moved into the sphere-shaped room, Logan following behind him. As the two spoke, Storm grabbed Amaris' arm, taking a few steps back before whispering to her. "Look, about what you saw in my classroom-"

Amaris shook her head. "I don't know what you are talking about." She had yet to tell Storm or the others about her situation, or what information she possibly had about Logan. It wasn't her place to speak on such a topic if it couldn't be proven yet. It also wasn't her place to tell her friend who she should trust or speak to. That was a negative thing to do, even worse than repressing one's own thoughts and feelings.

Storm looked at her, then she nodded slowly. "Okay." She gave her friend a gentle squeeze on her arm before stepping back with the others.

Amaris stayed where she had been left, though she was shortly joined by Scott. "I know you hate the question."

"Yet you still ask." She stated coldly, avoiding making eye contact with him. "Do I have something written on my forehead?"

Scott huffed a little, keeping their conversation between them. "Ever since Tin Man showed up, you have become distant. You have actively avoided me over the last day and a half. Is there something I've done to upset you?"

"Is my name Jean?" It was a snarky comment, sure, but snarky comments deserved snarky replies. Amaris peeled her eyes away from Jean and Storm, looking at Scott now. "I'm tired of you treating me like I'm a student, still. I'm not a child. I'm not made of glass. I don't go on missions with the other X-Men, I don't step inside the Black Bird, even to dust it. Hell, Scott, I don't even get to touch the wheels. You bring a mutant with unknown potential into the school and demand we protect him with our very lives. Something you wouldn't trust me to do for you out there in the open world."

He clenched his jaw as she spoke, seeing how she was hiding herself with carefully chosen words. Still, what she said spoke a lot about her character. "Him? Rogue is the one with unknown potential. I brought her here for her safety and protection. Storm was the one that brought Logan here."

Amaris stared at him, her eyes shifting between his. She thought about what she said, clearly remembering the only pronoun she used was in reference to Logan. "You know what I meant." Her retort sounded much darker than she intended.

Logan came back to the group before the door closed. This caused both Scott and Amaris to divert their attention back to the group. It was always a little nerve-racking to have to wait to hear about what Charles found, certainly now more than ever when they were trying to find Rogue. Amaris absent-mindedly rubbed her knuckles, staring at the door as Charles used Cerebro. Logan looked at her, narrowing an eyebrow. "What's with her?" He asked Storm, pointing to Amaris.

Storm looked at the younger woman and then back to Logan. "Her mutation causes her to have constant pain in her hands. When she gets nervous, she rubs her knuckles. It helps-"

"Alevite the pain?" Logan asked, finishing her question.

"Yes," Amaris responded, looking at the two of them. "I can answer your questions. I'm more than just the water boy for the team."

Scott, Jean, and Storm all looked shocked by her comment. Logan however nodded a little, pressing his lips together as he pointed his finger at her again. "I like you, you're funny."

Amaris looked up at him, grinning. "It's a phase, it will pass." She then looked back to the door as it opened up. Perfect timing in her opinion, yet the world worked on its own time.

Charles looked between the five adults as he told them his findings. "She's at the Westchester train station."

Logan was the first to speak up. "Where is it?"

"A few miles west of here" Charles replied, barely getting the words out before Logan turned around. He moved behind Storm, pressing a hand to the lower back of her back. It was a simple gesture, dismissing himself as he attempted to leave the group. However, Amaris could see the tiniest flush on her face as it happened. She didn't know if she felt happy for Storm, or to feel disgusted that her latest crush was potentially Amaris' biological father.

"Logan," called Charles. "You can't leave the mansion. It's the perfect opportunity Magneto needs." His words felt more like a plea rather than a command.

Logan turned on his heel, watching Charles. "I'm the reason she took off." There was a change in his tone. He hadn't sounded gruff as he normally did. He was justifying why Rouge left, and why he needed to leave the mansion. To find her. It was noble of him.

"We had a deal," Charles replied, ending any room for arguments.

Storm interjected the two men. "She's alright, she is just upset. Any teenage girl would do the same." Her looks shifted between Charles and Logan, wondering what was going to be the next set of words spoken.

Thankfully, it was Charles, who already had a plan. "Storm, Cyclops, find her. See if you can talk to her."

Amaris rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down. A smile appeared on her face as she whispered. "As per the usual." Before anybody else could speak on the matter, she left. Ororo and Scott followed behind her, though not too closely. Jean walked near Charles, wondering what their next plan was. Logan wasn't sticking around for answers, leaving the two mind readers alone.

Scott and Storm went to their rooms to grab some jackets. Amaris stood in the main hallway after leaving the elevator. She couldn't continue to live her life like this, working on a team that protected mutants and humankind only to be left behind at the school to sit on the sidelines.

She heard the elevator door open behind her, turning to face the taller man wearing multiple layers of jackets. He seemed lost, pondering which way he was going. Amaris perked up, finding a way to play this into her hands. "Looking to make a jailbreak?" His eyes flickered to hers, arching an eyebrow. "You're secret is safe with me. I want to, after all."

"Is that so?" He asked.

Amaris nodded. "I'm just saying, if I wanted to get out of here, I might want to head to the end of this hallway, make two lefts, and enter the garage. Then I might want to look at the wall next to the door, where all of the keys are conveniently hung."

Logan stared at her, turning his head to the side as he listened to this information. "What do you get out of it?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing of material value. Maybe just the hope that I can go out there too one day, you know."

He nodded, watching her. "Hey kid," he placed a hand on her shoulder, pulling her from her daydream, "don't let the others push you around. You want to get out there, then throw yourself out there. You'll end up stuck in a place like this if you don't get out. After all, they can't keep animals in cages forever."

Amaris was a little shocked if she was being honest. She had avoided all contact with Logan after lifting him into the bed the previous night. She avoided one-on-one conversation with him. She even avoided him when others were present. To hear him speak like this gave her hope that maybe he was a good guy who would stay around.

Yet again, what would he stick around a place like here for? Her?

Certainly not her.

Logan turned to head down the hallway, calling back out to her. "Your secret is safe with me."

Amaris watched as he left, chuckling a little. Maybe he was right. Maybe she had to throw herself out there in order to be taken seriously. She was a caged animal, and she was ready to let loose.

Amaris followed suit behind Logan, against every fiber of her being. Defying a direct order from Charles went against the code of an X-Men. Charles had been family to her, a father figure if she had to pick one. She wasn't acting out to defy him or to slap him in the face. She was going to prove to Charles, Scott, and the rest of the team that she was much more than just an English teacher with bone claws.

Amaris entered the garage, grabbing a set of keys to one of the cars they had, watching as Logan mounted Scott's motorcycle. The two stared at each other, Amaris nodding her head to Logan before he smirked at her. He soon took off, the rumble of the motorcycle filling the garage as he left. She quickly found the car she was going to take, Jean's 2000 Dodge Viper, hopping into the driver's seat and following suit behind Logan.

A few minutes later, Scott and Storm entered the garage, walking towards Storm's car. The heel of her boots echoed on the ground as she approached her vehicle, though the absence of Scott's made her turn around. "What?"

Scott pointed to an open space in the middle of the garage. "Where's my motorcycle?"

The two looked around for a brief moment, then Storm spotted another open space. She hummed in thought, tilting her head slightly. "I would say on the same road as Jean's car."

Scott looked at the open spaces, then he made eye contact with Strom, approaching the passenger door. "Come on, something bad is going to happen with those two out there."

Storm opened the doors, turning the engine over as they pulled out of the garage. "If you ask me, it's been long overdue for Amaris to join us. She's been ready."

Scott shook his head, looking ahead. "We need to focus on finding Rogue first. Then we will deal with this mess."

Amaris parked beside Logan just as he got off the motorcycle. She stuffed the keys of the car into her pocket as she stepped up on the sidewalk. Logan looked at her as they walked toward the main gate. "Listen, lady, I don't need a babysitter."

Amaris chuckled a little. "You must be joking if you think I'm babysitting."

"Then what are you here for?"

The two walked through the front doors of the train station, filled with people walking around and talking rather loudly. "Like you said, an animal can't stay in its cage forever."

Logan gruffed, looking away from the younger woman before looking up at the train announcements and seeing which trains were going where. He pointed at one of them. "I have an idea where she is going. Just stay here and keep Patchy and Sunshine off my tail." He walked off, without saying another word.

"Logan! Logan!" She called out, though he refused to answer her. She knew she could stealthily hunt him down, as he had a rather distinct smell about him. However, he was right. Scott would show up furious about Logan taking his motorcycle. Storm would show up trying to find Rogue as quickly as possible. Then there was the matter of Amaris going against orders to do what she deemed fair and include herself in this little rescue mission. Knowing she didn't have many other options, the woman found a space near the entrance, ready to catch Scott and Ororo as soon as they entered the station.

It may have only been about ten minutes since Amaris and Logan had arrived at the station. She had no idea if Logan had still be there, or if he even found Rogue. The approaching footfalls indicated that she had at least been found. "What the hell were you thinking?" Scott asked, looking down at Amaris.

"The Professor told you to stay at the mansion." Storm calmly spoke, looking at her friend.

Amaris leaned off the wall, shaking her head. "He didn't tell me to stay behind. He told you two to go to the train station. He didn't tell me anything." She then looked to Scott, hiding her true intentions from him. Thank goodness they couldn't read her mind. "I heard your motorcycle taking off. I know you wouldn't have taken it since this is a rescue mission, so I followed behind it. I'm looking out for my teammates."

"You should have told one of us." Scott sneered.

"The longer you focus on this, the more time Rogue has to escape. We can worry about your one-sided lecture later. Let's find the girl, find Logan, and get out of here," commanded Amaris.

Ororo nodded. "She's right Scott. Magneto is looking for the perfect time to strike. This is it. We need to work as a team to find those two."

Scott turned away from Amaris, junior to him by six years. "Fine. But as soon as we get back to the mansion, I will be talking to Xavier about this."

Storm led the trio to the main hall of the station. "Scott, look around. I'll talk with the ticket agent. Amaris, be on the lookout for anything unusual."

Without much acknowledgment, the three separated. Storm walked up to the line at the ticketing booth, Scott took a position in the queue, looking around for the young teenager. Amaris found her way to the center of the room. Something had been off by this encounter, it didn't seem right. She smelled the air, finding a putrid smell. Standing in a train station that thousands of people traveled through daily wasn't an ideal space to locate the source of the smell. There was a little murky smell like something had been sitting in water for a long period of time.

Storm spoke with a ticketing agent, describing Rogue. "She is about seventeen. Uh, my height. She has brown hair and she-" She saw the agent's eyes begin to widen, hearing a man grunt behind her before turning to the sound of snarling. 

A gloved hand grabbed her up the neck, lifting her up and pinning her against the glass divider at the station. Another growl was heard before a whispered command was made. "Scream for me." Sabertooth then pushed Storm back against the glass cracking it.

Some people began to scream at the sight. "Scott!" Amaris called, beginning to rush over to Storm. He turned to look at the situation, though things turned into a dangerous situation. His visor was ripped from him quickly, too quick in fact. His eyes were open, causing him to use his optic blast power to blow a hole in the ceiling of the building, exposing it to the night sky. People were terrified now, running and avoiding rubble. Amaris spotted a little girl crying, no more than two. She watched as a piece of rubble began to fall. She quickly raced over, capturing the girl in her arms as she tucked and rolled, avoiding the rubble. Once up, she spotted an employee of the station. "Here," she ordered, handing the girl over to the employee. "Get out of here, quickly."

Amaris rushed over to Scott, making sure he was safe as he pinched his eyes closed. "Do you have a backup pair on you?" She asked loudly over the sounds of people screaming.

"No, I traded them out," he replied, now placing his arm over his face. "Where's Storm?"

Amaris looked up, seeing Storm still pinned to the glass. She watched as her eyes slowly clouded over. Within mere seconds, a thundercloud appeared and a thunderous bolt of lightning struck the mutant who held Storm. His body was sent flying across the station, through a brick wall. The glass partition shattered around Storm as she was let go and fell to the ground. 

Amaris watched as a second mutant jumped down from the ceiling, and then bounced through the new hole in the wall. "I'll get them!" Amaris exclaimed.

Scoot was quick to grab her arm, squeezing her elbow. "No, it's too dangerous to face them on your own. Don't give people more room to talk about mutants."

Storm rushed over to the two other X-Men, both women careful to help Scott. "Magneto is here, somewhere. I hope Logan has found Rogue."

Amaris looked at Storm, the same look in her eyes. "I hope so too." She looked at Storm, standing up as she pulled away from Scott. "They have to be on a train. I'm going to find them."

Scott shook his head. "which train? How will you know?"

"I'm going to assume it will be stopped on the tracks. If I hear people screaming, I know I have found the right one."

Meanwhile, on the train, Logan found Rogue. "Hey kid," he greeted her. Logan didn't really care much for others, though he found himself weaseled into the lives of others if they were kind to him. Rogue had found a little soft spot in his old, dark heart. He sat down next to her, seeing how her expression had changed. She seemed to try to pull herself away from him, as much as the seat would have allowed her. Her eyes darted away from him as she began to breathe a little heavily.

Logan spoke again. "I'm sorry about last night." He looked at her as he spoke, somehow speaking more calmly to her than before.

She was a little shocked, eventually meeting his gaze. "Me too." she cooed out, feeling embarrassed about the situation.

Logan smiled a little, nodding his head slightly. At least she is responding to me now.

"You running again?"

Rogue shifted her gaze from Logan to the empty seat in front of her. "I heard The Professor was mad at me." Rouge's southern accent was strong toward the end of her sentence, a sign Logan learned quickly as a way to tell she was emotional.

"Who told you that?" He quizzed.

Rogue looked back at Logan, sheepishly replying to him. "A boy at school." The look Logan made when she told him was something that made her instantly question her choice. "You think I should go back."

Logan looked away for a moment. His whole life, the parts he did remember, he had always been on the run. Either heading to or away from places, finding new lines of work to make money, or living in his trailer on his truck. He always was on the run. "No... I think you should trust your instincts." Advice he couldn't take himself.

Rogue didn't know how to take the advice given to her, in turn taking the time to tell Logan something from her past that haunted her. "The first boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma for three weeks." She paused, thinking about the bittersweet moment. "I can still feel him in my head." Logan furrowed his brows, wondering where she was leading the conversation. "And, it's the same with you." The teenager began to cry, feeling the warm salt deposits run down her face.

The man looked over at her. A part of him still hesitated to reach out for her, remembering a little too well about the events of the previous night. He may have been a fool, but he still had a heart. He carefully wrapped an arm around her, pressing his hand to the hood of her jacket, pulling her in for an embrace. He knew how much she needed it, to need that level of comfort. Rouge felt instantly warm inside, feeling just a fraction of what it felt like to be hugged again.

"There's not many people that'll understand what you are going through," Logan stated, looking down at her. "But I think this guy, Xavier, he's one of them. He seems to genuinely want to help you, and that's a rare thing... for people like us."

Rogue sat up a little, looking at Logan. She had stopped crying at that point, looking at his face to see if he was just pulling her leg. The train started moving, sending the passengers a little forward in their seats. This broke the hug between Logan and Rogue. He looked back at Rogue, smirking. "So what do you say? Give these geeks another shot?" He saw a flicker in her eyes, the quick grin that spread across her face. "Come on," he whispered. "I'll take care of you."

"You promise?"

Logan nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

It seemed the two had a plan. On the next stop, they would turn around and head back to the school. The sudden stop of the train threw them all off. Logan braced himself on the seat in front of him as the lights began to flicker. He was quick to stand up, looking at the back of the train car. Metallic sounds rumbled through the car. Slowly it was dismantled, and layers of the exterior were pulled apart. His eyes widened at the sight as a man appeared in the train car, floating toward him with a long billowing cape behind him. Logan turned to look at Rogue, signaling for her to remain hidden behind the seat.

As the man approached Logan, he unsheathed his claws, stirring the people near him as the pristine six claws appeared. The older man appeared a little jovial as he spoke. "You must be Wolverine." Logan made two steps towards him before finding himself frozen. The man used his hand as a conduit, freezing Logan in his place. "That remarkable metal doesn't happen to run through your body, does it?"

Logan couldn't move. His fear was apparent in his eyes, though he stared the man down before him. If looks could kill, the aggressor would be on his deathbed.

With a flex of his hand, magneto willed Logan's arms out to his sides, flexing his wingspan. He then began to bend Logan's claws at unnatural angles, pulling growls from deep into Logan's chest. With another gesture, Magneto raised Logan into the air, causing panic within Rogue. "Stop!" Her pleas fell on Magneto's deaf ears. "Stop it, please!"

Logan did his best to fight through the other man controlling his body, able to muster out one question. "What the hell do you want with me?"

"You?" Magneto chuckled, finding his question quite humorous. "My dear boy, whoever said I wanted you?"

Sudden panic set in when Logan forced himself to look at Rogue. Of course, he had wanted her. Why would anybody want Logan? Whether it be for good or nefarious purposes.

Magneto pointed at Logan, sending him flying back to the other end of the train car, knocking the man out. Rogue made a run towards Logan, though quickly subdued by Magneto. The man smirked, using his powers to pick her up and leave the train car.

Amaris had heard the sounds of metallic rumbling, following it as quickly as possible. People began running toward her, pulling loved ones as quickly as possible. She found the destroyed train car, hopping into it as quickly as possible. She bore her bone-shaped claws, though her efforts were in vain. Everybody had been gone. Everybody except for Logan.

When she heard his groaning, she retracted her bone claws, running up to the man. She bent down, moving some of his hair out of his face so she could look at him. He grabbed her hands, quickly pulling her up and pinning her against the wall. In a fit of rage, he believed her to be an enemy.

She growled back at him, causing him to blink away his confusion. In the midst of their little tussle, he had unsheathed his metal claws again, and she unsheathed her bone claws. He looked down at her hands, one pointed at him, the other resting at her side. His eyes were still clouded, though a vision came to him.

A woman sat in a bed, covered in blankets. She had a swaddle in her arms. He walked up to her, sitting by her side. "We still need to name her, Logan."

He chuckled, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed, and scooting it over to be as close to her as possible. "You remember the story about the moon and the wolverine?" He asked her as the woman shifted to look at him. She gave a slight nod, a few beads of sweat on her forehead. He looked out the window, seeing the reflection of the full moon shining down on them. "There is a full moon out tonight, you are my moon. It only makes sense."

The dark-haired woman giggled, "What makes sense?" she asked him.

Logan reached over, gently taking hold of the newborn girl. He was nervous as hell as he saw just how little she was in his hands. "To call her a child of the moon." He looked down at the baby, gently brushing his pinky finger over her cheek. "You are my pretty little girl, Amaris."

Logan retracted his claws, causing the girl to do the same. "What the hell?" He let go of her, taking a few steps back as the two animalistic mutants stared each other down. Amaris slid down the wall, using it as her backing as she stood to face him, wondering what his next move was going to be.

You are my pretty little girl, Amaris.

Amaris.

He was lost in thought, seeing his eyes glazed over. "Logan," Amaris called out, attempting to pull him out of his state. "Logan, where is Rogue?"

He turned around, looking at the destroyed train car, items scattered about ranging from coats to bags. He looked back at Amaris, his eyes softening briefly. "Magneto," He huffed, making eye contact with her again, those light brown eyes of hers. "He took her. He didn't want me, he wanted her."

Her jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening. "I think I know where he's heading to. Come on." Amaris took a couple of steps forward, though Logan remained still. He blocked the only viable path on the destroyed train car. He looked down at her, inhaling the deep scent of her being. She smelled familiar to him, but he couldn't tell. Amaris stared up at him, being almost a whole foot shorter than he. He examined her, his eyes trailing over her features. He needed answers, but they also needed to find Rogue.

He turned around, watching his footing as he left the train car. Amaris felt an unsettling tightness in her chest. She had a pull in her heart, not caused by natural forces. She was feeling a yearning, for a part of her to be seen. Maybe this man was truly her father. How his presence, in only the twenty-four hours or so they have known each other, felt somewhat comforting.

No, she thought. We need to find Rogue.

Storm and Cyclops cleared out of the train station when Jean met up with them. She had given Scott another set of glasses. He was thankful to her, pressing a brief kiss to her cheek as the three adults left the ruined train station. "Over here, The Professor is in the car."

Storm spoke up. "Logan and Amaris are here somewhere, looking for Rogue."

"Amaris? Amaris is here?" The red-haired woman asked looking between the two.

Scott nodded in defeat. "She defied a direct order from Charles. She isn't ready for field work."

"Are you kidding? She saved that child from being crushed. She was quick to help you when your visor was stolen, and she jumped into action to help people and find the others." Storm countered as they made their way to an SUV.

Jean chuckled a little. "Sounds very heroic to me."

Scott didn't like their answers. He opened the door for the women to get in, but Jean ignored it and got into the driver's seat. Storm entered the car with Scott following in behind her. "I'm sorry sir." He addressed Charles.

Charles looked up in the mirror to look back at Scott. "This isn't your fault, young Cyclops. There were more nefarious pawns present in the game."

The X-Men and their leader watched as three people left through the main entrance of the train station. Police officers readied their weapons, aiming at the mutants who caused the havoc this evening. Magneto stood in the middle with Sabertooth to his right and Toad to his left. Toad held something over his shoulder, what could only be a person. Too heavy to be Logan, Charles was sure of it.

The police started to shout commands at the three. They were commanded to place their hands in the air. Erik observed the scene, complying with their demands. Though, in his typical fashion, he used his powers, levitating two police cars in the air. He flipped them over, then dropped them onto two more of the cars. He grinned as he witnessed their reactions, the majority of them scared and frightened. "As you should be," commenting to himself proudly.

The three mutants watched as the police officers began advancing on them, pointing their guns at them. "That's not very nice." Magneto had pulled their weapons from their hands, now pointing them at all of the officers, readying them for use. "You Homosapians and your guns," he tsked.

Sabertooth's hand reached over to circle around Erik's neck, causing him to pull his attention away. "That's enough, Erik" came the vocalizations of Sabertooth.

Toad, who held Rogue's body over one shoulder and proudly wearing Cyclops' visor on his head, turned to face Magneto. "Let them go."

Magneto turned his head to look at Toad as he pleaded. He was smarter than that, instantly knowing they were now in the presence of his once closest friend. "Why not come out where I can see you, Charles?" He called out to the crowd, wondering where he had been hiding.

Jean, Scott, and Ororo watched Charles as he spoke to Erik through Sabertooth. "What do you want her for?"

Magneto quipped back, "Can't you read my mind?" He gestured to his helmet, something Charles knew prevented him from peeking into Erik's mind. "What now? Save the girl?" Erik had always been two steps ahead. "You'll have to kill me, Charles. And what would that accomplish?" Charles listened to Magneto and focused on his concentration when connecting to Sabertooth and Toad. "You know if they pass that law, they will have you placed in chains with a number burned into your skin."

Charles spoke to him, trying to be a voice of reason. "It won't be that way."

Erik gruffed. "Do you want to find out? You must kill me." Charles remained silent, pondering Erik's logic. "No? Then let me go."

Charles took a different approach, focusing his connection deeper into Toad's mind. The mutant began to walk away from Erik and Sabertooth, a blank stare on his face.

Erik didn't like this one bit. He was always a man of action. He used his power to fire off one of the weapons, however stopping the bullet as it made contact to a man's forehead. His cries, along with the crowds, could be heard as the bullet slowly spun around causing a burn in his skin. "You're pressing your luck, old friend," Magneto called out to Charles.

Charles turned to look at Jean, sitting in the driver's seat. They listened are the many guns loaded themselves, causing a stir in the crowd. "He's powerful, but not powerful enough to stop all of the bullets." Jean pleaded with Xavier, understanding what she was saying would counteract their rescue mission.

Charles knew this wasn't the way he wanted this to go. he wanted to save Rogue and bring her back to the mansion, but to spill innocent human blood for the price of one mutant wasn't the best outcome. He slowly closed his eyes, releasing the hold he had over Sabertooth and Toad.

The two henchmen blinked slowly, coming back to their relatives. Sabertooth let go of Magneto's neck while Toad rejoined his boss.

A helicopter could be heard overhead. It didn't have any identifying signals on it, nor did it have police lights on it. "Professor," Storm spoke, watching as the three men walked to the helicopter as it landed in front of Magneto. "What do we do now?"

Charles inhaled a deep breath, watching the men load onto the helicopter before taking off. "We must find out what Erik has planned, quickly. With Rogue's powers, there is no way of telling what he has planned."

Amaris and Logan had watched as the helicopter left, guns falling to the ground as their ammo fell out. Amaris spotted the SUV, seeing Charles and the others inside. Charles looked at the young woman, sensing the shamefulness she bore inside. "Meet us back at the mansion, we must regroup," Charles spoke to her inside her mind.

She shook her head. "Come on, Logan. We need to head back."

He looked down at her, still shaking broken glass out of his hair. "And join those losers while Rogue gets taken away?"

She looked up at him, feeling a tear inside her. "Those losers are all I have. So, yes. We go back, figure out what he is doing, why he needs her, and then save her."

He saw that flash image again in his eyes, almost hearing a baby cooing in his mind as their eyes locked together. He breathed heavily, recovering from their run from their destroyed train car. "Who are you?" He asked brashly, not able to shake it from his mind.

She couldn't tell what he meant, or if he had been in a proper state to drive. His senses seemed intact, and she knew from their previous meeting he was nearly indestructible, able to heal from every wound imaginable. "I'm nobody." It was the only response she could think of at the time. Before he could react, she left him, making her way through the crowd of people to get to Jean's car.

I'm nobody, I've always been nobody.

Amaris beat Logan back to the mansion, carefully backing the Viper back into the garage. As she got out of the car, she was met by Scott, his arms crossed over his chest. Amaris huffed a little, not knowing how much more she could take. "I'd rather have this conversation with Charles. It's nothing against you. I didn't listen to him. It wasn't your orders."

After closing the car door, Scott watched her, dropping his hands to his sides. "You can't go galivanting around when you feel like it."

Amaris laughed a little, shaking her head at him as he spoke. "Again, it's been an amazing time, Scott, but I need to speak to Charles."

"After this." Scott closed the distance between the two, wrapping his arms around Amaris. She was shocked by the gesture, pausing for a moment or two. "Thank you."

Amaris wrapped her arms around Scott, closing her eyes for a moment, if anything to feel the moment. "Why?"

Scott patted her shoulder once, pulling out of the hug. "You saved the lives of many people tonight. You don't get enough recognition around here for your efforts as is. You did something dangerous tonight, something that would get us benched from the team. But you sprang into action without dictation. Things could have gone worse without you there."

Amaris looked up at him as he spoke. It didn't seem like something he would normally say. "When you showed up at the station, you looked like you were ready to rip my head off clean."

Scott chuckled, holding his stomach. "What big brother wouldn't do the same? I have to watch after my little sister." The two looked at each other, laughing after a moment of silence. He then wrapped one arm around her shoulder as they walked toward the door. "I can't protect you forever, certainly not against Charles."

She nodded, placing the keys back on their hooks. "I know, but it's my actions, and I need to face the consequences."

"Good luck," He commented as they entered the mansion. He let go of Amaris, watching as the younger woman walked before him.

She entered the main hallway of the mansion, seeing Jean and Charles standing in the center of the grand room. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself. She stopped in front of both Charles and Jean. She faced Jean first, "I'm sorry I took your car. I filled it up with gas before returning it where I found it."

Jean smirked, knowing there was no harm done in the action, though she certainly couldn't let Charles audibly know that. "I accept your apology."

Charles looked up at Amaris. "My girl, what you did went against the code of the X-Men. You left, alone, took another member's car, chased danger on your own again, and you could have easily been killed." He paused, gauging her reaction. Her face appeared soft with each remark he made. He leaned back in his wheelchair, breaking the silence. "You also nobly went on a mission to rescue Rogue, set your safety to the side to save the lives of children and adults, assisted Cyclops and Storm as they were attacked by Magneto's henchmen, and chased down Logan and Rogue to save them. All without direct orders from your team captain."

Amaris smiled a little at the end, though was quick to relax her face again. "I am sorry, Professor. I understand if you wish to remove me from the team. I will not go against your orders again."

Charles laughed, then smiled at Amaris. "Remove you from the team? Why would I want to do that?"

Amaris looked at him puzzled. Soon one of the older students stepped forward from a dark corner. "Amaris, I am moving you up to the A teams roster. You will also remain as my next team captain for the B team. Mr. Peter Rasputin will train with you in the next couple of years, once he finishes his schooling, to be your second in command."

Amaris looked from Charles to the student, then back to Charles. Acting quickly, she knelt down, wrapping her arms around Charles. "Thank you, Professor!"

Charles returned her embrace, smiling as she stood back up. "You demonstrated all of the qualities I search for when assembling my X-Men. Continue to set an example for our students. You very well may be teaching our next set of X-Men."

Amaris nodded, regaining her composure. "Yes sir."

Charles nodded. "Very well. Mr. Rasputin, please return to the dormitories. We have official X-Men business to conduct." Amaris and Peter made eye contact with each other, giving a simple bow of their heads before he left the group. Charles spoke up again. "For this to go right, we will need Logan's help. Rogue trusts him deeply. If we are to find Rogue and bring her back, Logan will be our key."

Amaris looked at Charles. "You're wrong Professor," she commented. "It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when."

Charles chuckled. "Spoken like a true student."

The front door of the Mansion opened up. Logan came marching through, his leather coat in his hand as he shut the door, making his way in. Charles turned his chair to face him, noticing how his face looked. He could tell the taller man was angry. "You said Magneto wanted me. You lied."

"At the time, we were under the impression Magneto wanted you. After all, it was your truck that was destroyed, and you were tracked to Laughlin City." Charles replied.

Logan looked from Charles to Jean, then over to Amaris. He pointed a finger at her, speaking again. "Why did I hear your name in my head? Back at the train car?"

Amaris was puzzled as he spoke. "What do you mean?"

"Nah, don't play that shit with me, lady. What did you do to my mind?"

Charles waved a hand. "She didn't do anything to your mind, I can assure you that." He then looked at Amaris, giving her a knowing look. She nodded, knowing they couldn't put this off much longer. "I promised I would find you some answers to your past. I believe I may have already found something, without having to dive into your mind."

Logan looked at Charles, narrowing his eyes. "Why should I trust you, again?"

Ororo approached the three of them. "Because I've seen it too." She looked at Logan, her eyes turning soft. "We all have. It's your genetic testing."

"Let's go down to the lab. I have everything of yours pulled up." Jean added.

"Logan, there is something we need to show you," Charles stated, then turned his chair to head toward the elevators.

Amaris watched as Charles, Jean, and Logan began walking toward the elevator. Storm approached her. "Ororo?"

The woman smiled, "You think that I didn't add the two together?" She asked her friend, laughing a little. "Amaris, with abilities like that, and eyes like yours, it's hard to deny it."

Amaris' eyes grew a little wet, trying to suppress her emotions as Storm spoke. "How long?" she managed to whisper.

Storm reached out to move some hair that had fallen in Amaris' face. "Since the meeting yesterday. Scott, Jean, Charles, and I all spoke about it while you stared at those X-rays."

Amaris looked down briefly, feeling one single tear run down her face. "All my memories are here, within the mansion. I can't deny this is my family here."

Storm nodded, supporting who she would consider her best friend. "We still are, we still will be... But, Amaris," Storm held Amaris' face in her hands, wiping away a single tear. "He needs his family too."

The two women wrapped their arms around each other as Amaris felt the pull in her chest again. Her words were shaky as she spoke. "What if he wants nothing to do with me?"

Storm rubbed small circles on Amaris' back, soothing her. "That's impossible. He wants his memories back. He wants his life back. You are a part of that." After making sure she was fine to go, Storm let go of her. "Now let's get down there, and see just how much of a genetic match you two are."

Amaris wiped her face, then wiped her tears off on her pants. There was no time like the present. "The quicker we get this out of the way, the quicker we get to saving Rogue."

"That's the spirit!"

The two women made their way down to the lower floors, walking side by side as they met with Charles, Jean, Logan, and Scott in the debriefing room. Logan eyed Amaris as she walked in, noticing how she kept her distance from him, and mostly everyone else in the room. Jean spoke up. "Here are the x-ray slices of Logan's forearms." One side of the screen had his X-rays displayed, showing the metal skeleton and claws he had. She then displayed another slide. "These ones are Amaris'. As we can see, they both have two sets of claws, three, in each arm."

Logan looked at the X-rays, then back to Amaris. Jean then presented another slide. "This is Logan's genetic sequence." She then presented another slide next to it. "This one is Amaris'." They looked very similar to each other. "this is what they look like, laid over top of each other. Logan's is in blue, Amaris' is in yellow." the next slide showed their DNA laid over the top of each other's. "Everything in green is shared DNA."

Logan and Amaris both looked at the sequences as they moved over each other. Scott, Storm, and Charles remained quiet. "I have run your blood samples three times," Jean continued. "Logan... Amaris is your daughter."

Amaris could feel her eyes begin to water again. She slowly looked over to the six-foot two-inch tall man, somebody who towered over her. He looked at her, his brows furrowing. "No, no. That's impossible. I would have remembered if I had a kid. You're too old to look like my kid. I-I would remember."

Charles spoke up this time. "Didn't you remember, Logan? In the train car?" Logan looked at Charles, then back to Amaris. "I can look into both of your minds and see if I can unlock a portion of what has been forgotten."

Logan had been hesitant. "If this is a trick-"

Amaris shook her head. "It's no trick. Charles is a man of many talents, but tricking another to believe something like this," she gestured toward the x-rays and genetics on the slides, "he couldn't do. Not because of his abilities, but his morals."

Logan looked at the man in the wheelchair, letting his mind relax. He gave a brief nod to the older man. "Amaris, come here, please," Charles asked.

Storm patted her shoulder, causing Amaris to pick up her feet and move. Each step felt like she had been tied to cinder blocks. She met up with the two men as the others stood back. Charles placed two fingers on each of their temples, delving into their minds.

Flash images of their shared past flooded their brains. For Logan, he saw a pregnant woman holding her belly, then turning to her holding a baby. The baby lay down on his chest while he sat on a couch in a house. He watched as the baby aged up, taking her first steps, speaking her first words, and playing with toys at his feet.

For Amaris, she could now clearly see his face. Logan's face hadn't changed much from what he looked like now. He was speaking to her, as a baby, holding her, even dancing at one point with her on his hip and a woman embracing the both of them.

Logan, Amaris, and Kayla.

The three mutants were pulled out from their deep dive. Logan appeared shocked, his eyes widening at the discovery. His jaw dropped a little as he studied the girl in front of him. She looked like the woman he saw, had the same tanned skin and dark hair as her, yet her eyes... 

they were his eyes.

The room was silent, uncomfortably silent, as the two mutants stared at each other. Amaris saw Logan's face in her memories finally, being able to see him in that scene again.

"Daddy will come back for you, baby girl. I promise."

Logan shook his head, walking away from everyone. The others looked concerned, watching as he silently walked away from the group. Charles went after him, and Amaris was left feeling the aftershocks once again. This time, the tear felt as if she was pierced. Storm wrapped her arms around her friend before Amaris began to cry, sinking down to the floor as the unbearable weight of abandonment filled her again. She knew she wasn't ready for this conversation, and she trusted Charles with her secret. Ororo smoothed down Amaris' hair as she cried into Storm's shoulder. Jean placed a hand on Amaris' shoulder, and Scott supported Jean, standing by her side.

Charles blocked the elevator as Logan approached it. "Truth has its funny way of hurting."

Logan looked as if he was seething. "You must be sick if you think convincing me that the girl in there is my..." Logan couldn't quite get the images out of his head, or the words out of his mouth. "She can't be."

"Why can't she?" He asked him as the elevator doors opened up.

Logan remained silent for a moment, looking down at the man. "There is a girl out there with the world's most repulsed magnet. She needs our help." Logan made his way around Chares, getting into the elevator. "I'm doing this either with or without your help. Jedi mind tricks to the side. I'm going to find Rogue if it's the last thing I do."

He pressed the button of the elevator, closing the door. Charles groaned a little before Storm met up with him. "Is it true, Professor?" she asked him.

Charles nodded. "It is. Though, this was not how I thought things would go."

She nodded, looking at her mentor. "He will go after her again. We need his help to find her. If he goes alone, we won't have a fighting chance against Magneto."

Charles nodded. "Come with me. You and Logan seem to get along on the same level. Maybe you can help me ease his mind and get him to think logically."

She nodded, ready to find Rogue, though feeling sorry for Amaris and the events that played out.

Charles and Storm both stood in Logan's room. He ran water over his face, tracking it in his hair as he got himself ready to leave the mansion to search for Rogue. He wiped his face with a towel before turning to face the pair. Logan was still torn up about the events down in their briefing room, knowing they had lost precious time in recovering the teenager. "You said he wanted me," Logan repeated to Charles, grabbing his jean jacket and putting it on.

Charles looked at Logan, Storm standing behind him with her arms crossed. "I made a terrible mistake. Everybody makes them."

Logan chuckled as he adjusted the collar on his jacket and shirt. "Yeah, you have a funny way of making the wrong mistake at the wrong time, bub."

Logan grabbed his leather coat, walking past both Storm and Charles, giving her a look up and down as he approached the door of the bedroom. "How are you going to find her?" Storm asked him cautiously.

He paused in the doorway, putting on his leather jacket. "The traditional way: Look" he replied, then leaving the room.

Storm was quick to follow him, knowing the Professor would need time to get down to the main level of the mansion. The two mutants walked down the stairs. She called out to him, "Logan, you can't do this on your own."

Logan continued to walk away from her, approaching the front door. His tone became more gruff and jagged. "Who's going to help me, hmm? The X-Men? Give me a break. All you have managed to do is destroy a train station and zap a man with fangs and fur."

"Then help us. Fight Magneto with us." She offered, knowing it was the only solution they had.

She continued her approach, though Logan stopped in his tracks, turning around and closing the small gap between the two. "Fight with you? Be an X-Man? Fight with the one-eyed freak? You, the storm chaser? Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked her, having been through enough with the mansion's occupants in the last forty-eight hours. "We are mutants. The whole world out there has it out for people like us. They hate and fear mutants. You are just wasting your time, and for what? To protect them?" He shook his head, beginning to turn his body away from her. "I got better things to do than that."

He took a few steps away from her, before turning back. She looked stoic, something that was hardly seen in people. She had been taking the full front of his ranting, taking in each word he spoke. "You know, Magneto's right. There is a war coming... you sure you're on the right side, doll?"

Storm exhaled a deep breath, looking into those hazel-colored eyes again. "At least I've picked a side." Her voice remained easy, level as the face she projected.

Logan huffed, heading back for the door. Once it opened up, he was met with the site of a pale, sickly man, and Amaris.

She seemed out of breath, sweaty herself. She looked up at Logan, then painfully over to Storm. "It's Senator Kelly. He needs help." The man began to collapse, both Amaris and the senator falling into the arms of Logan. Storm raced over to help them.

"Let's get him down to the lab. Amaris, get Jean." Storm commanded.

Logan let go of Amaris, the two looking at each other again. He then followed Storm's order, helping her get the man down to the lab.

Amaris shut the main door of the mansion, then quickly off to find Jean. Amaris had found the doctor in the kitchen with Scott. "Jean, we need you in the lab. Senator Kelly is here."

Scott jumped up. "What's that scumbag doing here?"

Jean stood up too, looking at Amaris. "Something bad has happened to him. He smelled like radiation. Like, a lot of radiation."

Jean brushed past Amaris, going directly to the lab. Scott looked at Amaris, examining her face. She was drenched in sweat, her cheeks looking a little puffy. "What happened to you?"

She looked up at him, finally recovering her breath. "I went running. I saw a figure entering the driveway, and I bolted after them. I found Senator Kelly, and I knew he needed help."

Scott nodded, looking down at her. "Go take a shower super quick. I'll go down to the lab and see what's going on."

She nodded, no longer in the mood to fight with anybody. She left to go to her room, ready to be changed out of the clothes she had been in and into something a little cleaner.

The X-Men had been called into a meeting in Charles' office. Scott, Jean, Logan, and Amaris had been there. "The machine emits radiation," Charles began to explain, "that triggers mutation in ordinary humans."

Jean spoke up. "The mutation is unnatural. Kelly's body is rejecting it. All of his cells are breaking down."

Logan paced the room, listening and observing each of the people in the room. Scott and Jean sat next to each other on a couch. Charles faced them, as one would do in meetings. Logan paced behind the couch, while Amaris stood next to a bookshelf, opposite of the others. She didn't take up much room, crossing her arms over her chest, keeping her frame tight, as if needing to plan a quick escape.

"What effect does radiation have on mutants? Should we be worried?" Scott asked both Jean and Charles.

"There appears to be none," Charles explained. "Though I do fear it can seriously harm any normal person exposed to it."

Amaris watched out of the corner of her eye as Logan stopped pacing, looking at Charles as he explained what he found in Senator Kelly's mind. "What does Magneto want with Rogue, then?"

Charles sounded defeated as he replied. "I don't know."

Logan huffed, moving off the wall and heading to walk out of the office.

"Wait a second," came the voice of Amaris, taking a few steps forward to meet with the group. "You said this machine draws its powers from Magneto, right?" Charles, Jean, and Scott looked at her as she spoke. "And this weakened him."

Logan paused as if he had already been connecting the dots. Charles nodded, "Yes" he pondered, thinking over the events he saw. "It nearly killed him."

Logan turned to face the group. "He's going to transfer his power to Rogue and use her to power the machine." He looked at Amaris, the first time they had looked at each other since they had their previous meeting, then at Charles. The three of them had a knowing look, having found that final puzzle piece.

Meanwhile, down in the lab, Storm had been observing Senator Kelly. He called out in the darkness of the room, "Is somebody there?"

Storm's heels clicked against the ground as she approached him, hesitant at first. "Yes, I am here." As she approached the exam table, he reached out for her, his hand grabbing hers.

"Please, don't leave me," he pleaded. "I don't want to die alone."

Storm nodded, looking down at him nervously. She was bothered by his skin, though she didn't show it on her face. His skin felt wet, and every vein in his body could be seen. They were a bright blue color, exposed through his nearly transparent skin tone. His breath was labored, breathing what Storm believed were going to be his final breaths. She then looked confused, hearing the sounds of running water. That was when she noticed pools of water forming at his shoulders.

Kelly spoke up, his voice coarse. "Do you hate normal people?" Maybe out of desperation, he needed to know how his life measured to the ones he wanted to bring down.

Storm had no reason to lie to a dying man. "Sometimes." She spoke, a light accent could be heard.

"Why?" he asked sheepishly.

Storm struggled for a minute to find the right words, as the sounds of moving water increased in volume. "I suppose I'm afraid of them. What they can do to me."

Kelly grinned a little in shock, his voice shaky as he spoke. "Well... I think you've got one less person to be afraid of." He struggled to get out. He then smiled up at her, only briefly. The water increased as Kelly's face, arms, and legs began to disappear in a pool of water. It took nearly a minute before the man in front of Storm until into a huge pool of water.

Storm was quick to leave the lab, running and making her way to Charles' office. When she walked in, she sounded a little out of breath, her hand and shoes were still wet. "Senator Kelly is dead."

Charles's face glazed over briefly as the others looked at Storm. He had to get his mind right, thinking about their next step. "Cyclops and Amaris, go prepare the jet. Storm, Jean, suit up. Jean, also get Logan a uniform."

Logan looked at Charles as Scoot stood up. "Professor, are you sure this is a good idea? He will only endanger the mission."

Logan chuckled a little, "Yeah, I wasn't the one who gave the train station a new sunroof, pal."

Scott stared Logan down. "No, you were the one who stabbed Rogue through the chest."

Amaris spoke up. "Is this what we are doing? Petty jabs at each other? There is a teenager out there that we obviously all care about and need to save. There is a machine out there capable of activating dormant mutations in humans, that will kill them."

"That's enough, out of all of you." Charles calmed the room, looking at the two men in the room. "I'm going to find Rogue. Everybody does as they are told. Scott, Logan, settle this."

Charles left the room, Amaris quick to follow behind him. She was ready to do her part, and most importantly, stay out of Scott and Logan's way. "You must keep a level head when you go out there. Any moment of deviation from your mission means life or death. Keep your guard up." Charles coached Amaris as they entered the elevator. "I know you will have their backs when you are out in the field. However, you can not focus on where everybody is at the same time. Stay guarded, and help the others."

Amaris nodded, looking over at them after they exited the elevator. "Yes, Professor."

Amaris walked over to the locker room area, quickly finding her uniform and changing into it. She was glad she took that shower, knowing sweat and leather suits didn't mix well. Xavier entered Cerebro, intending to find Rogue. She didn't take long, changing into the black leather suit, hers having a rusted orange line. She adjusted her gloves, making sure her claws would come out without damaging her or the suit.

She walked out to the main hallway when she heard the door open. "I'll go start getting the-" She looked up, seeing Charles down on the floor, passed out. She pressed a panic button to warn the others as she rushed to his aid. She checked his pulse and then his breathing, making sure he was still alive. Once she established that, she carefully picked up the man, took him to the lab, and set him down on a clean exam table.

Thankfully Jean and Storm had been the first to meet up with her. "What happened?" Jean asked, the two women starting to hook him up to a chest monitor and a brain wave monitor.

Amaris shook her head. "I don't know. He went into Cerebro, he was maybe in there for five minutes. The doors opened up and I found him on the ground. I called for you guys and then I got him set up on the table."

Storm looked at Amaris, offering a light smile despite the situation, "You did the right thing."

Amaris stood back as Storm and Jean worked on Charles. Scoot and Logan both arrived too. The men looked at the older gentleman, hearing the constant sound of the monitors beeping, indicating he was alive.

After what seemed like half an hour, Logan approached Scoot, never meeting his gaze. "I'm sorry," He muttered, then left the lab.

Scott was fighting the emotions that could easily be felt in the room. Jean was focusing more on what the cause was, while Storm remained in the moment watching Charles and holding his hand. Amaris had left the room, taking some time to herself in the courtyard outside of the main door.

Logan had been there too, having just stumbled upon her. He ran a hand through the back of his hair before taking a seat next to her. She looked over at him before resting her forearms on her knees, looking down. She held a cigarette between her index and middle finger, tapping the ashes away.

"I thought you didn't smoke." Logan looked up, seeing the full moon they were currently under. He had always marveled at the moon, feeling almost bonded to it. "She was right. You did everything right."

Amaris raised an eyebrow, sitting up and looking over at the man to her side. The man she had found out that evening was her biological dad. "If I did everything right, then why did he go down?"

Logan signed a little, dropping one hand to his lap as he smoked a cigar. "Jean is trying to find out the reason. She thinks it has to do with Cerebro." He looked over at her, seeing how concerned she had been about the man they all came to love and care about. Hell, even Logan himself found something warm about Charles Xavier. "It's not your fault, kid."

Amaris looked up at the moon. She chuckled a little, thinking about some wonderful memories. "Before my powers became known, I used to sneak outside and stand in the moonlight. Charles would come and find me, asking why I was outside." She looked down, wiping a hand over her face before looking over to Logan. "I always told him I was made from the moon. The moon and I were one."

Logan looked at her, taking a long puff of his cigar, and holding the smoke in before exhaling it. He didn't know what he should do. Acknowledge her story, remain silent and move on, find a way to tell her that he couldn't get the images out of his brain of what Charles had shown him, from his past.

From their past…

Amaris looked away, looking down at her hands. "I want to kill Magneto and every pathetic worm that does his dirty work." Her jaw clenched as she flexed her fingers, working out an imaginary knot in the palm of her hands. "But it's not the way Charles would want. I would be no better than Magneto."

Logan snickered. "Or those pathetic worms that work for him." He smirked when it brought a chuckle out of Amaris. "Look, he wouldn't have put you on the team if he didn't think you were like Magneto. It's obvious that you know what you are doing."

Amaris leaned her head back, taking a drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke billow out of her mouth. "Most of my students still don't know what my power is. Yet, I always tell them they should never be ashamed or afraid to use their powers."

Logan nodded, looking over at her. "So why do you hide them?"

A grin etched her lips as she responded. "I'm afraid of losing them. Just because I can heal from scratches and burns easily doesn't mean I can regrow by bone claws." She felt it was a valid reason to give.

Though in Logan's eyes, it wasn't a proper answer. "Fear works against you. Humans fear mutants. Mutants fear humans. To be afraid of yourself, that doesn't make sense." He took the last puff of his cigar, tossing the extinguished butt into the bush behind him after making sure it was out. "What does make sense is using your gifts to save people's lives and prove to Xavier again and again about your worth and value."

Amaris looked up at Logan as he spoke, her brows furrowing. It had been their first real conversation, and it had been meaningful, to the both of them.

Storm raced up to find the duo together on the bench. "Sorry to interrupt, but Jean fixed Cerebro. She knows where Magneto is and what he plans on doing. We need to leave, now." She then looked at Amaris' hand, placing a hand on her hip. "Amaris, those things will give you cancer."

Amaris stood up, using the palm of her hand to extinguish the cigarette, gritting through the momentary pain. "I can't get cancer, remember?" She flipped her palm over, showing the burn healed within a matter of seconds. She then discarded the cigarette in the same bush Logan used, knowing she would have to clean it up later.

Logan cackled a little, finding the younger woman's sense of humor welcoming. Storm had approached him with a uniform, handing it over to him. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at it. "You can't be serious. You want me to wear that?"

Storm corrected him, "Charles wants you to wear this."

Once Logan took hold of the suit, the women left him, re-entering the mansion. He looked down at his, his calloused hands running over the leather. He had fought the entire time he had been in the mansion, with the others, with himself. Now he had a chance to do what he said he was going to do. Find Rogue, bring her back to the mansion, and make sure she is looked after.

Now the stakes were different, no matter how much he wanted them to be different.

Scott and Jean were the only two not in their uniforms yet. Amaris, Storm, and Logan were in theirs as they circled around an interactive table. Scott led the meeting, in Charles' place. 

"Magneto is at Liberty Island. Now, we presume his objective is to mutate the world leaders at the U.N summit on Ellis Island." As Scott spoke, the material on the table moved around, projecting the buildings of the Statue of Liberty and the buildings on Ellis Island.

Storm watched the table, then looked at the others. "He doesn't know that his machine kills." She shifted her weight as she continued on. "Just judging from what the Professor saw, if Magneto gave Rogue enough power-"

The table changed scenes again, displaying a shift in the city. "He could wipe out everyone in New York City," Jean concurred.

Logan looked from the table to Scott, observing everybody in between. "We should land the jet here," Scott said, pointing to the backside of Liberty Island.

Amaris looked at the structures in place. "We can fly in under the George Washington Bridge, follow the bank next to Manhattan. It would make for a better access point and flight pattern instead of flying over it and then landing the jet." Scott looked up at Amaris, his jaw dropped slightly as he was surprised. "What? I've studied the flight patterns of the Black Bird. It's a solid plan."

Logan looked at the model, thinking they had forgotten about something. "What about harbor patrol? Radar?"

Scott shifted his focus to Logan, smirking. "If they have any technology that can detect us, then they deserve to catch us."

Jean nodded. "I'm going to check the Professor one more time. We need to leave in the next ten minutes."

"I'll get the jet ready. Who knows what we will meet with once we get there." Amaris backed away from the table, thinking about the many things they could run into.

"Make sure we have enough medical supplies on board. We can't afford to lose anyone today." Storm commented, looking over at Amaris and giving her an approving nod.

"That includes the Professor," Logan added, looking between Jean and Scott.

All of the X-Men left, heading to different areas to begin preparing for their mission. Scoot, Storm, and Jean had all been on missions together before. It was the first time Amaris was going on one. Logan had only known the five other adults for less than two days and he was already trusted with fighting alongside them under their group's name. It was either their mistake or his saving grace.

Only time will tell.

Once everybody had been ready, they boarded the jet. Scott and Storm sat in the pilot and co-pilot chairs. Jean sat behind Scoot, Logan sat behind Storm, and Amaris sat behind Jean. Logan fiddled with the zipper of his suit, adjusting the neckpiece and fixing the dog tags he wore under his suit.

The jet began to whirl with sounds as the navigation systems, flight systems, and airlock systems activated. Logan could still be heard adjusting his suit. "You actually go out in these things?" He asked, not really expecting any type of response.

Scott looked back at him, a hint of sarcasm lingering in his tone. "What would you prefer? Yellow spandex?"

Amaris chuckled, adding, "He looks like the white suit jacket type of guy to me." This earned a glance from Logan, watching her as she had her fun. He shook his head, turning forward again before looking at his hands. A metallic snikt could be heard as he used his claws, making sure he would be able to use them. Amaris' smile faded as she saw the claws, remembering how they came to be. No mutant should have to go through that, no matter if he remembered it or not.

Once all of the systems were online, Scott pressed a few buttons. The roof over the jet opened up, moving the basketball court through a sliding panel. Once everything was clear for them, they lifted the jet up, leaving the underground hangar and hovering over the school. The basketball court closed again before they took off, heading toward Liberty Island.

It didn't take that long for them to navigate to New York City, flying well above the helicopters that circled around the harbor. The Mansion was only located an hour and a half north of New York City, but the jet was fast, making the trip around twenty minutes. Just enough time for everybody's ears to pop.

The bridge came into view as Scott began to descend toward the water. They flew under the bridge, turning on their cloaking device to disguise the jet. "Storm, can you give us some cover, please?"

The white-haired woman's eyes clouded over as fog began to fill in the harbor area. It was easy for them to navigate the fog as Cyclops pressed a button, changing their view to outline Liberty Island and all of the objects in front of them. Scott navigated to the back of the island, as he had planned in the meeting. He began to turn the engines off on the jet as they lowered closer to the ground. For a brief moment, the jet fell, clashing against the water. Everybody in the jet stirred at the sudden jolt, pulling a quick apology from Scott.

Logan stared at Scoot as the jet was then completely powered down. "You call that a landing?"

Amaris was the first to get out of her seat. She opened the jet door, exiting as Jean, Logan, Storm, and Scott followed her. The X-Men were careful, traversing Liberty Island as they jumped over barriers and examined the area. The two men made their way to the front of the group, figuring out their next steps. Scoot looked up at the Statue of Liberty, pondering for a moment. 

He then looked at Logan. "The torch. It's the highest point on the island."

"Makes perfect sense," Amaris commented. "Magneto wants to watch as he destroys the world leaders. That is his vantage point."

Jean nodded as she looked up. "Rogue's there. I can feel her."

"What are we waiting for?" Logan asked, quickly leading the group up to the doors of the museum. He let the others go in front of him, knowing the place would have metal detectors. Scott, Jean, Amaris, and Storm all crossed through the arch with ease. There had been a monitor on the security desk, and a news report about the U.N meeting was playing, filling the empty museum with sound. As Logan passed, an alarm began to ring. He used his claws, slashing the machine and disarming it and the alarm. Sparks and light filled the air next to the man as the electricity was cut. The others looked back at Logan, though Scott snickered. Logan retracted two of his claws, using the middle claw to flip Scott off. This earned a laugh from the leader of the group before Logan joined them.

The group began to walk through the museum, though Amaris was quick to pick up on a feeling. She smelled the air, unable to place where this other presence was. "I don't think we are alone."

Logan stopped, smelling the air as well. "There's someone here." He agreed, his eyes darting around. He sniffed again as his body shifted.

"Where?" Scott asked, ready to defend his group.

Logan was quick to respond. "I don't know. Keep your eye open," he half jabbed at Scott before walking away slowly, hunting the presence he and Amaris detected.

"Logan," Scott replied firmly back, earning a wave of Logan's hand. "Damn it." he cursed under his breath, watching him leave the group.

He turned around to look at the others. Amaris looked as if she had been picking up on something in the opposite direction of where Logan was headed. Then something else caught her senses. They all watched Logan appear in front of them again. Amaris had this uneasy feeling about the man's presence, taking a few steps forward. "Anything?" Scott asked as Logan walked toward him.

"I know somebody here. I just can't see them." Logan avoided all eye contact with the group, something that threw Amaris off. It wasn't like him. Except it couldn't have been Logan. He didn't smell the same. Amaris bore her bone claws at the same time the sound of the metal ones was unsheathed. Suddenly another Logan appeared, grabbing his doppelganger and tossing them into a room next to the group of people.

The two Logan began to fight, tossing each other against the floor and walls. Scott brought a finger up to his visor, readying himself for a shot. As the others approached them, both Logan had their claws extended out, waving their arms in front of them.

"Wait!" They exclaimed in unison.

One of the two Logans had sliced at a weight on a wall, closing the metal door before the other lunged at him. The sounds of two men fighting with each other echoed from the other side of the wall. A distorted woman's shriek could be heard on the other side of the door. "It's Mystique," Amaris spoke.

"Back up, back up!" He told the women, standing guard in front of them.

Amaris turned around. "Where are you?" She called out, smelling his dirty musk again. She knew she could smell someone else in their presence.

A man came flying through the air. Amaris ducked as he aimed for her. Though unluckily for the others, Scoot took the brunt of the attack, having been kicked into a display. Toad then kicked both women to the side as he faced Amaris. The mutant used his long, green tongue to shut a door to prevent Scott from interfering with his plans. Amaris had her claws out again as she stared down the man. "Do you need recommendations for a dentist?" She quipped, ready to battle with him.

The man tilted his head at her, a sinister grin spread across his face. He then spit at her, a sticky, yet hard, substance covered her eyes. She groaned, trying to claw away at it with her fingers, leaving her to stumble around blindly. He then looked at Jean, spitting the same substance at her. This time, it covered her mouth and nose, preventing Jean from breathing.

He used his tongue again to attack Storm, picking her up by an ankle and tossing her to the second floor. He felt pleased with himself, only momentarily though as Amaris turned to face him. She had still been blinded, though she began to rely on her other senses to give her direction. The man of few words began to dance, almost literally to her, using his footsteps to trick her. Amaris swung one of her hands toward where she thought he had been, instead, wrecking another display case.

Storm peered over the guard rail, looking down at Toad. The man laughed, beginning his next chase with his next victim. He ran down the hallway, then relying on his abilities, he jumped up to the second floor with ease, causing Storm to find a way to give herself some space between the two of them. Everything remained silent for a moment, outside of Jean's attempts to get the acid off her face, Amaris' struggles with breaking glass, and the sounds of Logan fighting with Mystique.

Toad flipped in the air, kicking Storm back into a display of the island, knocking the stand and figures off its display and onto the floor. Storm grunted as she was kicked backward, rolling off the table as quickly as possible. As she stood up, she had been kicked again, harder this time as she flew through the air. Her back collided with a concrete wall before sliding down an empty elevator shaft. Toad walked to the open doors of the elevator, looking down and smirking at her crumbled body.

He kicked the bar he had placed at the doors, catching it and turning away so the doors would close. He spun the stick around in the air, then bowed to his electric performance.

Below on the second floor, a controlled blast was heard. Scott escaped the room he was stuck in, quick to find Jean struggling to breathe. She had laid down on the ground, supporting her back against a wall. "Don't move." Scott looked down at her, lowering his blast level before zapping the acid off of her face.

Jean took in some rapid deep breaths, polling oxygen back in her lungs. Amaris could be heard in the next exhibit over, battling with her sense of direction. He kept scratching her face, fingers and claws in use. There had been dried blood on her face from how deep she had scratched herself. Jean and Scott found her, keeping her distance. "Amaris, stop. Let us help you." Jean spoke, looking at the younger woman.

Amaris snarled at first, glancing over to the sound of her voice. "How do I know it's you?"

Jean spoke in Amaris' mind. "Even Mystique couldn't use my telepathy powers."

Both Scott and Jean watched as Amaris relaxed, putting her natural weapons away. Scott blasted the acid off of her face. Amaris took a step back as she absorbed the blast, wiping away the pieces of acid that fell from her face. She watched the both of them, nodding. "Where's Storm?"

An elevator could be heard dinging, announcing its presence. Rumbling thunder could be heard as the doors opened up. Toad turned around to see the woman floating in the air, her eyes were glazed over and her hands were spread to her sides.

Toad began to approach her. "What will it take for you people to die?!" He lined himself up with Storm, though his plans were foiled as gale-like winds kicked up behind her, sending the rest of the displays flying out the window and deck behind him. Toad tried battling the wind, though his efforts were in vain as a display collided with him, sending him outside.

Storm walked out of the museum onto the desk, graceful as she continued to bend her powers to her will. Toad used his tongue to anchor himself on a metal railing as she continued to weather-based assaults. "Do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by lightning?" She asked him, raising her head up towards the sky. The ends of her hair appeared electrified as little lightning bolts bounced off of them. A dark cloud hovered above the torch, and a thunderous clap of thunder followed. Storm looked back at Toad, smirking. "The same thing that happens to everything else."

A bolt of lightning shot down, connecting to the metal railing. It fried Toad and his tongue, sending the remains of the man backward as he let go, the wind throwing him into the cold waters of the harbor. Storm smirked, releasing her hold on the wind and lightning before turning around and reentering the museum.

In another section of the museum, Logan stood in a room, observing his surroundings. He knew that Mystique couldn't have gone far. "Logan, is that you?" Storm asked as she joined him in the room.

"Shh." He commanded, keeping his guard up. He remained facing away from her as he used his skill set to try and figure out where his current enemy was. "The other one ain't far away."

Storm slowly approached him. "Come on, we need to join the others." She called to him, placing one hand on his upper bicep.

Logan sniffed the air again.

Target identified.

"I know. There's only one problem." He turned around almost instantly, using his claws and piercing Sorm through her abdomen. She groaned, her eyes widening as she stared at Logan's face. "You're not one of the others."

Logan let go of her, watching as her eyes began to shift from white to yellow. Her hands produced metallic claws as she crumbled to the floor. Her skin changed from Storms darkened skin tone to an unnatural blue state. White hair turned red, and a strange pattern etched itself into her skin. Logan watched as the woman fell in front of him, wounded by his claws, pressing his eyebrows together as he watched her. He wanted to make sure she was dead. After she remained still for a while, Logan left to head back for the others.

Scoot, Jean, and Amaris were all together, picking up where they had left off on their hunt for Magneto and Rogue. The door that had closed earlier opened up, and Logan appeared. Scott placed a finger over the button on his visor, ready to use it.

Logan waved his hands up looking at the three of them. "Woah, woah. It's me." He tilted his head to the side.

Jean stayed back behind Scott. Amaris pulled her hands into fists as Scott observed him. "Prove it."

Logan shrugged his shoulder, keeping his hands up. "You're a dick."

Amaris was the first to relax as Scott took a moment to analyze the answer. He then nodded, lowering his hand. "Okay." Logan felt relieved, relaxing his hands before looking over at Amaris. He could hear the pounding in her chest, having wondered what happened to them while he was busy playing with a mutant-like Barbie doll.

Storm interrupted the conversation, speaking to them over the second-floor landing. "Hey, you need to come see this." She spoke, nodding up for them to follow her. Scott and Jean were the first to head toward the nearest staircase. Amaris and Logan looked at each other, a pastime of theirs as of late. They both nodded to each other, silently communicating they were fine, before following the footsteps of the others.

Minutes later, the team ended up in the stairwell of the torch. Scott led the team up, ready in case they were met with trouble. Behind him was Jean, then Storm, Logan, and Amaris. The five of them stopped as they looked up to the top of the torch.

Logan's voice cut through their silence. "Everybody get out of here."

"Why?" Storm asked.

"I can't move." His body slowly turned, then was forcefully pulled up to the ceiling of the room they were in. He grunted as he tried to move.

A piece of metal began to move, pulling Storm to the opposite wall. Scott tried to blast the metal, by was foiled when he was pulled to another part of the wall with Jean following him.

Amaris was the only one standing in the middle of the room. She looked at the others, knowing her powers weren't going to be of much use to help them escape.

Magneto appeared, floating in through an opening. "My brothers, my sisters. We meet again." He looked up to Logan, smirking darkly. "Let's point those claws away. For safety reasons of course." Magneto raised his hand, using his power to manipulate the metal around Logan and inside of him. His arms were raised, crossing over his chest with his knuckles pointed to his chest, a metal bar covering his arms so he couldn't move. Magneto then looked at the young woman in the center of the room. "My, I didn't think Charles let precious little students out of his sight."

Amaris stared at him, afraid to move herself. "I'm not as young as you think I am, old man." A brave little lie, with a bigger bark than a bite.

Magneto chuckled. "My, what a temperament you have. Somebody ought to teach you a lesson about back-talking your elders."

A roar could be heard as Sabertooth jumped down, landing behind Erik. He stared at Amaris as the others helplessly looked on.

Magneto turned his attention to Scott. "If I were you, I'd close my eyes." Sabertooth crossed the room and picked the visor off of Scott's face.

Scott shut his eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath. "Storm, I think now's a good time for a lightning show."

"We can't Scott," Amaris spoke. "We are in a copper room. One little hint of a spark will end up frying all of us."

Magneto nodded, looking down at her. "Pretty and smart. I guess you can have the best of both worlds."

Logan sneered. "Stay the hell away from her."

Magneto looked at Logan, seeing a vein expand in his forehead. "It seems I've struck a nerve with this one." He turned to face Sabertooth, then hinting to the girl.

Amaris was no match for the much taller mutant. He grabbed her in a headlock, making sure she wouldn't move. Amaris was lifted into the air, holding onto the furball's arms as he held her closely.

Jean spoke up, watching Magneto out of the corner of her eye. "Senator Kelly found us."

Magneto looked at her, taking a step toward her. "He survived his fall, hmm? And the swim to shore? What a lucky man. He has much more power than what I could have ever imagined."

"He's dead." Jean bluntly stated.

Storm added, "It's true. I watched him die." Magneto shifted his gaze from Jean, now approaching Storm as she looked at Magneto. "The same will happen to all of those people down there, and in the city."

"Are you sure about that?" he questioned her. He walked away to stand next to Sabertooth, holding Amaris as she struggled to breathe under Sabertooth's hold on her. "Why can't you all and Charles see what I am trying to do? Huh? Why are we allowing humans to control our fate? Mutant lives can not be held in the hands of human leaders."

Logan stared at Magneto as he spoke, catching himself eyeing Amaris. His Amaris. His little girl.

"Help! Please, somebody, help me!" Came the long-awaited voice of Rogue, pleading for her life, sobbing through her cries for help.

Logan looked back down at Magneto. "You're so full of shit," He started, venom slipping into his words. "You want to be the righteous one to save us all, it should be you in that thing. Not a teenager who hasn't lived her life yet."

Rogue's cries continued to fill the room as fireworks began to fill in the background. Magneto looked away from Logan, then at Sabertooth. "Any sign of resistance from any of them, kill the girl." He then left, floating out of the room.

Logan’s heart began to beat rapidly, hearing the screams of Rogue and choking sounds Amaris made under Sabertooth’s hold. It was all too much, and knowing he had a plan to get out of his situation, he prepared himself for the pain. Logan yelled, tightening his tendons and releasing his claws into his chest. The six metal claws penetrated his lungs, killing him. Because his metal skeleton was so heavy, his frame bent the copper, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Logan!” Jean called out watching as he fell.

The grip on Amaris' neck became tighter. Her hands clawed at his arm as he suspended her in the air. Scott was defenseless, breathing heavily as he listened to the cries of Rogue and the choking sounds of Amaris. Jean wasn't powerful enough to get into Sabertooth's mind to release his hold on her. Storm Wouldn't have been able to use her powers without causing them all damage.

"What do you get out of this, Fido?" Amaris asked between gasps of air, trying to avoid eye contact with all parties.

Sabertooth looked down, smiling a predatory-like grin. "You think you're so funny. How funny do you think it will be when your friends watch you die."

"She did nothing wrong to deserve this," Storm called out.

Sabertooth walked up to Storm, making sure the woman saw the fear in young Amaris’ life. "You still owe me a scream, pet." Sabertooth took a step back, looking into Storm's eyes. In a quick motion, he snapped the neck of Amaris, dropping her lifeless body to the ground. Storm screamed, wiggling against her restraints as she watched Amaris fall.

Sabertooth turned his attention back to Logan, walking to stand over his corpse. Though Sabertooth could tell something was wrong. He bent down to pick the other man up. Logan was quick to stand up, sinking one set of his claws into Sabertooth’s chest. He caught the sight of Amaris on the ground, her head bent at an awkward angle. He tried to listen for her heartbeat.

Except it didn’t beat.

Logan’s face pulled together, yelling as as Sabertooth pushed Logan out of the room onto the crown of the statue. He rolled backward, catching himself before he fell, looking down at the ground hundreds of feet below him.

Sabertooth grabbed one of Logan’s feet, pulling him back. Logan kicked at Sabertooth, disorienting the man. He recovered quickly, throwing Logan across the head of the statue. Logan recovered, unsheathing his claws again. “You killed my girl. I’m coming for your god damn head.”

Sabertooth roared again before the two exchanged blows, almost dancing around one pivotal spot on the the top of the statue’s head. Their grunts and roars filled the room below them where Storm, Scott, and Jean were still pinned to the wall.

Logan watched Sabertooth as he reache for his dog tags, stabbing the man through his hand. “This is mine.” He snarled.

Sabertooth took a hold of Logan by the neck, tightly holding him in the air. “I’ll kill you, if it’s the last thing I do.” Sabertooth then shifted his hold on Logan, tossing the man up into the air, throwing him over the side.

Logan used his metal claws, catching onto one of the spikes of the crown, using his weight to circle around the copper statue, flipping around and landing on his feet. Logan yelled, jumping and propelling him toward Sabertooth, sinking his claws into his chest again. Sabertooth flipped Logan off of him, making Logan slide down the side of the statue. He sunk his claws into the statue, ending up anchoring himself on the opposite side of the wall that Scott and Jean had been pinned to.

Sabertooth landed in the room again, looking down at the girl in front of him. She should have moved by now if she were to come back. “Pathetic.” he mocked.

Logan dropped into the room, eyeing Sabertooth. “I ain’t finished with you yet.” He looked at Scott, Jean, and Storm, making sure they were safe and perfectly situated. “Scott, I think you dropped something, pal.”

“Open your eyes when I tell you, Scott.” She whispered to him.

“No,” he protested.

Logan held up the visor, “Jean, now.”

Jean used her powers to move the visor at an angle so Scott could use it. “Scott, open your eyes, now.”

Scott reluctantly opened his eyes, using his blast to attack Sabertooth, sending the mutant out of the room. He fell from the head of the Statue, crashing into a boat below.

Logan quickly released everybody for their metal restraints before turning his attention back to Amaris. His lower lip quivered as he knelt down beside her. He was acting before he could even think, moving her body by flipping her over, holding her upper body against his lap. He pushed the hair out of her face as her head moved at another awkward angle. “Come on, baby girl,” he whispered, looking down at her face. “You’re my kid. You have to wake up.”

Scott looked down at the two mutants, Jean and Storm both closing in on his sides as he wrapped an arm around them. They had all become family, they couldn’t afford to loose family.

Amaris’ eyelid twitched, a strong heartbeat returning to her chest. She exhaled a deep breath, groaned as she felt a pop between her shoulder blades. She opened her eyes to see Logan peering down at her, worry and concern washed from his face. “Hey, hey that’s it.” He whispered to her, holding her while she woke up.

“Logan?” she asked him, bringing a hand up to her face, rubbing her temple.

He shook his head. “I’m your dad, kid. You should address me as such.”

Amaris had a pink color wash over her face as Logan pulled her in for an embrace, both of them grabbing onto each other as if they were saying goodbye.

A loud shrieking could be heard as Rogue yelled. Jean, Scott and Storm looked up to see her standing in the middle of a device the whirled around her.

Logan and Amaris both stood up, looking at Rogue. Their bonding time would have to be set to the side. “We have to get her out of there.” Logan stated the obvious. “Cyclops, do you think you can hit it?”

Scott studied the machine briefly. “Those rings are moving too fast. I’ll end up hitting her.”

Scott turned to face Storm. “Can you fly me up there?”

She shook her head. “It doesn’t work like that. I could easily throw you over or under it.”

“Then let me go,” Logan stated. Scott looked over at him, worried. “If I don’t make it, you can at least still blast the damn thing.”

Storm had been standing next to Amaris, making sure she was fine. Jean looked at Scott, nodding to the plan. “Okay, let’s do it. Jean, use your power to steady him.”

The women all agreed, making sure to give Logan his space before they manipulated him. Storm’s eyes began to cloud over as she guided Amaris against the wall. “Everyone, hand onto something.” A force of wind filled the room, encapsulating Logan in it. Jean outstretched her hand, using her powers to steady him. Logan was pulled up into the air, spinning around slightly as he struggled with the sensation of flying.

Logan found his way to the top of the machine, still feeling Jean focusing him until he was balanced and Storm releasing her hold of the wind around him. A bright white light overcame the machine as Rogue began to scream again, feeling herself starting to drain.

Scott, Storm, Jean, and Amaris watched Logan as he stood on top of the machine, standing on pins and needles to see what would happen next.

Logan timed the rings, jumping down inside the machine without getting hurt. He pulled his claws out again, attempting to slash at the machine. He had been stopped, however, by Magneto who used his powers against Logan. Logan kept his eyes trained on Magneto, seeing out of the corner of his eye how Rogue’s hair began to change to white, groaning as the machine continued to roar to life.

Scott brought a hand up to his visor, watching as the white field of radiation began to grow. “I’m taking the shot.” He announced, aiming for Erik. He blasted the older man in the back, throwing Magneto to his back. It released his hold on Logan, who focused his energy into stopping the machine. As bits and pieces of it fell apart, Jean and Amaris could be heard catching their breaths.

Helicopters and boats could be heard beginning to rush to the island. “We have to get them down from there and head back to the mansion,” Amaris commented.

Scott turned to look at her. “How do you plan we do that?”

She looked at the summit of the torch, thinking. “Get the jet up here, we will pick them up from there, then get out of here.”

“Come along. We need to hurry before the authorities get too close.” Storm wrapped an arm around Amaris, heading out of the head of the statue and flying down to the jet.

Up on the torch, Logan looked at Rogue. She had that same look about her face that Amaris had mere minutes before. He cut her restraints away, catching her in his arms. She wasn’t responding anymore, breathing shallowly. Logan looked at her hair, touching the white that now grew at the front of her face. He pulled a gloved hand to his mouth, removing it and dropping it to the ground. “Come on.” he whispered, daring to touch her again after what happened the previous night.

He finally touched her face, closing his eyes as he tried to give her some of his power. He was ready to feel it drain from his body again, if only to make her wake up. After a few seconds, he didn’t feel anything. He opened his eyes to look at her, seeing no change in her face or appearance. He left his hand on her face, starting to feel the effects of the battle, how worn down her was, now to lose the teenager he promised to keep safe.

He began to weep, the side of his face brushing up against hers. He moved his hand to cup the back of her head, bringing her face closer to him with his cheek pressed to her forehead. He failed her. He had to accept he failed her.

His eyes widened, feeling his skin pull near his eyes. He felt a sharp pull within his body, a dull ache taking a hold of him as he felt the air in his lungs leave. The skin on his face began to rip apart, and blood began to pull out of the spaces in his suit where he had previously been injured.

Rogue woke up frightened, pushing Logan off of her. Soon the jet arrived at the torch, the hanger door opening up. Jean and Amaris walked out. “Rogue!” Jean called, extending a gloved hand toward her.

Amaris rushed out to find Logan on the floor, gasping and bleeding. Rogue grabbed Jean’s arm, entering the jet. Amaris picked up her father, getting back into the jet and setting him down on the medical gurney. Jean and Amaris both began to work on Logan. “It was an accident.” Rogue said, repeating the same statement from the night before.

Amaris looked over at her. “No, he saved your life.”

Once back at the mansion Amaris and Jean rushed Logan into the infirmary. Storm stayed with Rogue, doing an assessment on her. Scott’s first thought was checking on Charles. He was surprised to see the man waking up.

“Welcome back.” Scott muttered, looking at Charles.

The older man chuckled, looking at him. “I knew you would lead the team well.” He pulled his face together, gathering something went wrong. “How did we do?”

Scott approached the man, stuffing one hand in his pocket. “Rogue was rescued, though not without some complications.”

“Complications,” Charles asked.

Scott nodded. “She used up nearly all of Logan’s life force to come back to us. Though this was his call.” He moved out of Charles way to show on the other side of the glass wall Logan laying on an exam table connected to oxygen, a heart monitor, bandaged up, with Amaris at his side, holding his hand between hers. “Amaris nearly died as well. I thought she wouldn’t recover.”

Charles hummed, observing the Howlett’s. “They are designed from the same structure. They both will bounce back, on their own timing of course.”

Nearly a week had passed since the X-Men rescued Rogue. Both Rogue and Amaris had checked in on Logan, Though Amaris stayed with him nearly the entire time. Other members of the team, and Charles, had to convince her to go get proper sleep in her bed, to shower, just to stretch her legs. Scott, being the big brother he claimed to be for Amaris, would often bring her something to eat, or cover her up in a blanket if she happened to fall asleep. Her reasoning behind staying with Logan so much was she didn’t want him to wake up alone.

Jean had convinced her to take a shower and eat a meal at a proper table. Amaris had been reluctant, but complied to her requests. Jean monitored Logan, doing another set of vitals on him. She examined his face, seeing his wounds had closed up. She then lifted the dressing off his chest, her fingers tracing over where his other wounds would have been.

Logan stirred when she touched his ribs, gently grabbing her hand. “Stop, that tickles.” His voice was rough as he woke up from his deep sleep.

Jean smiled looking down at him, thankful to hear his voice. “How are you feeling?” She asked him.

Logan chuckled a little. “Like a million dollars.”

She continued to smile at him, taking note of his reactions. He seemed fine, physically and cognitively. “What is the last thing you remember?”

Logan flexed his fingers, thinking about that night. “Scott blasted Magneto… I cut Rogue out of her restraints… and.” His eyes widened, then pushed himself up as he pulled at the wires connected to his body. “Where’s Amaris?”

Jean placed a hand back on his chest, forcing him back down. “I sent her to take a shower. She’s been here by your side day-in and day-out.” She watched the relief wash over his face. “She’s been talking to you, telling you stories about her childhood here, asking you questions about your favorite music and your favorite places you’ve been to.”

Logan hummed, nodding slowly. “I could remember hearing her.”

“Rogue has been down here to check on you too.” Jean added, removing the electrodes from his chest. “She wasn’t kidding when she says she can absorb personality traits along with peoples powers and energy.”

“Sorry about that.”

Jean smiled, tossing the stickers into a trash can under the table. “I think she’s taken a little liking to you.”

Logan coughed a little, still stirring out of his coma. “You can tell her my heart belongs to somebody else.” Logan had taken quite a liking to Storm. She challenged him in ways that nobody else did, and she had a lovely personality to back it up. “How’s the Professor?” he asked, nervously.

She nodded. “He is well.”

Logan was relieved. Everybody was safe, well, and accounted for. He did what she said he was going to do, and maybe a little more.

A pair of boots could be heard entering the lab. “Logan,” Amaris whispered, seeing Logan awake. She dropped a paper plate that had a sandwich on it, her damp hair resting behind her as she crossed the room, standing on the other side of the exam table.

Logan sat up again, using one arm to support himself, wrapping the other around her smaller frame. Amaris wrapped both of her arms around his neck, stifling the sob that built up in her chest. “What did I tell you before?” Logan asked in her ear.

Amaris giggled, feeling the tears she had sealed away behind to fall. “Hi Dad.”

“Hi, baby girl.”

Jean left the room, leaving the father and daughter to have their moment together, this time without anybody to interrupt it.

Logan pulled away from Amaris, helping her to wipe her face. “Metallica. One, The Unforgiven, and For Whom the Bell Tolls.”

She looked at him puzzled. “What?”

He smiled looking at her, finally seeing the bits of him that built her. “My favorite band and my top three songs from them.”

He smiled looking at her, brushing the wet hair out of her face. “You could hear me?” She asked him.

He nodded. “The whole time.” He chuckled a little as he observed her face. “So, about that jailbreak?”

Amaris gave Logan some clothes to wear so he could leave the infirmary. He went up to his room, taking a shower and getting dressed in the same clothes he showed up to the mansion in the week before. She made him something to eat, knowing he had to be exhausted still from all of his downtime.

Amaris brought the food to his room, where she had been met by Charles. “I suggest you get your strength up. I still have my end of the deal to uphold.” He watched as Amaris entered the room, having made Logan a couple of cheeseburgers. “I think the both of you would benefit from a little trip. Learn more about each other, learn about your past.”

Amaris handed the plate over to Logan, both of them looking at Charles. “Come down to the debriefing room after your lunch. I will give you all the information I have to offer you Logan.”

Charles left Logan’s bedroom, rejoining the rest of the mansion’s occupants in their daily lives.

An hour or so later, both Logan and Amaris showed up at the debriefing room, seeing the interactive table again. “I found this abandoned military base in the Canadian Rockies, at Alkali Lake. It’s close to where we found you, Logan.” The two men looked at each other as Charles presented the information. “Not much is left, but it’s possible to find some answers.”

Logan nodded as he studied the scene. “Thank you.”

“Amaris, the choice is yours. No matter what you choose, you will always have your spot as an X-Man.” Both Charles and Logan looked at her. Amaris looked at the man she grew up with respecting and learning from as a father, then to the man who was her father. It was a hard choice to make, but in the world that they lived in, everybody had to leave their nests and learn how to fly.

Amaris nodded, “I’m going with you.”

“Are you going to say goodbye to them?” He asked both of the mutants. Logan and Amaris looked at each other, giving a slight nod. “There is a jeep in the garage. You will find the title work inside the glove box in your name, Amaris. You should take it. Alberta is a long ways away from here.”

Logan extended a hand out to Charles. Charles shook Logan’s hand. “Thank you, for finding more than what I thought you could have found.” Once they let each other’s hands go, Logan looked at Amaris. “I’m ready whenever you are, kid.”

She nodded. “Let me go pack up a bag. Get us some things we might need.” Logan nodded, walking away. Amaris walked over to Charles, smiling at the man. “You have given me every tool i could possibly need in this world. I can never pay you enough for that.”

Charles laughed, taking a hold of her hand between both of his. “My dear child, share those tools with Logan. Learn from each other. Once you both find the answers you are looking for… come back here. I wish to hear all about it.”

Amaris nodded. “I will.” she whispered before leaning down and hugging Charles again “This isn’t goodbye, Professor. I’ll just see you around.” She let go of the man, standing up and walking away from him. She moved about the hallway, catching sight of her suit hung perfectly in it’s glass container. She passed by the lab, having spent more time in it this week than any other portion of her life.

Making her way to the elevator, she hopped onto it, heading to the secondary floor of the mansion. She headed for her room, grabbing a duffle bag that bore the symbol of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The same symbol was used for the X-Men’s gear. At least she would have a piece of them with her when they left.

She changed her clothes, keeping her boots and jeans, though opting for a t-shirt and a jacket. In the bag to packed two blankets, a couple of flashlights, an extra jacket, and some under garments. She knew they would end up picking things up along the way between Westchester county and Alberta. The most important thing to have would be the clothes on their pack, a couple of provisions, and some cash for gas.

Amaris took another look at her room, knowing that this chapter of her life was completed, and she was moving onto the next.

She made her way down the stairs to see Logan and Rogue talking with each other. The teenager gave a wave to Amaris before returning to the main room where other students could be heard.

Storm approached Logan, Amaris noticed this and kept her distance, giving the two some time to talk.

“You gave us quite a scare for a while, there.” Storm told Logan, fixing the collar on his leather jacket.

Logan chuckled as he watched her. “Yeah, so I’ve heard.”

Storm smirked, looking down briefly as she spoke. “Should I be under the impression you aren’t coming back?” She looked up at him, a soft look painted in her eyes.

Logan brought a hand up to his neck, pulling his dog tags out. He removed the necklace, taking her hand and placing the dog tags in hers, then closing her hand. “I’ll come back for these one day, doll.” Storm looked down at their hands, giving Logan the right moment to reach down and press a chaste kiss to her cheek. He pulled back, letting go of her hands. “I promise.”

Amaris smiled watching the interaction between her long time best friend, and her newly found father. She walked around to meet them, hoisting her bag over her shoulder. Storm and Amaris looked at each other, remaining silent before embracing each other again. “Don’t worry, Storm. I’ll make sure we stay out of trouble. We don’t need to rely on the X-Men to save us on our road trip.”

Storm laughed, letting go of Amaris. “Go, find yourselves. Then return to us.”

Amaris nodded, watching Storm as she left. The young woman looked up at Logan, a glint in her eyes. “Are you ready to go, old man?”

Logan arched a brow looking at her. “Now I’m the old man?”

“You’re my old man, are you not?”

Logan opened up the front door of the mansion, shaking his head before they started walking to the garage. Amaris found the jeep Charles told her about, checking the registration was in the console, along with passports for the both of them. Jean and Scott must have gotten these ready for them to make crossing the borders easier.

Amaris placed her bag on the floor of the backseat, watching Logan as he eyed the motorcycle that belonged to Scott. “Do you want me to haul your bag?”

Logan approached the jeep, setting the bag down. “I think I do.” He then made his way over to the key rack, grabbing the keys to the motorcycle.

Logan mounted the bike, revving the engine before taking off. Amaris followed her father in the jeep, wondering what next adventure lay in store for the Howlett’s.

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i posted Take My Whiskey Neat part three yesterday (not even a whole 24 hours later), and I already have 5,000 words for part four written. In hind's sight, thats one-fourth the average word count for a typical installment.

Hope you guys are ready for it

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Take My Whiskey Neat (Part 3)

Summary: Returning back to the mansion was supposed to be relaxing. Logan agreed to take Storm out for the night, Amaris found herself taken with the stranger known as Remy, and a new threat emerges to ruin this bit of happiness the Howlett's have found. Tags: Canon-typical violence, use of weapons, fluffy moments (romantic, platonic, and familial), unwanted romantic advances (briefly, unsolicited kiss) Word Count: 18k+ A/N: I do not own any of the characters mentioned except for Amaris Howlett. The divider credits are in my master list. Images found on Pinterest. Part One Part Two Part Four

His calloused hand wiped the condensation from the mirror to expose his reflection in a blur. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Logan turned the faucet on, running warm water in the sink. He cupped his hands together collecting the water before running it over his face and down his neck. The door of the on-suite bathroom was cracked to allow the fog from his shower to dissipate. Logan looked at himself in the mirror, carefully raking over his appearance. He didn't need to shave as he had done so the day before in the hotel room. He wanted to wait until he got dressed to brush out his hair.

He had heard of a place from one of the other teachers, a little bar about ten miles away from the mansion. It was newer but it always had live music and was seen as a safe place by the staff at the school. It was everything that Logan could have wanted to take Storm out on a date.

Feeling confident about his choice, Logan reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste. The rugged cage fighter was now cleaning up his act, for one night only, as he planned to leave mutant business behind to have a good time out with Ororo Munroe.

Logan finished taking care of his physical hygiene needs before heading out of the bathroom. After taking a few steps into his room, he gasped and then stood behind the door. Get out of here, kid! he hollered, holding his towel tightly around his waist.

Amaris had set some clothes down on his bed, some pants and shirts. Look, I'm just giving you some things. I know you have that date with Storm tonight. I thought you might want something different than the jeans you have and the red button-up. Amaris turned around and walked toward the door. I'd suggest the dark blue top and the black T-shirt.

Logan peered around at his bed, seeing the clothes she had dropped off. I don't need styling advice from you. Nor did he want to accept the clothes that were dropped off for him. There was nothing wrong with what he owned. Though, he did think that if he was staying at the mansion longer than he anticipated he would need more clothes.

Amaris opened the door slightly, calling back, I know you don't, before she closed his bedroom door, leaving him to his preparations for date night.

After ensuring she had left from the other side of the door, Logan left his bathroom, approaching his bed and seeing the clothes laid out for him. They were freshly cleaned, smelling of laundry detergent. He looked from the door of his room to the clothes his daughter gave him. He then looked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, seeing his jeans and red button-up on the hanger.

With a huff, he grabbed the two shirts Amaris suggested, then walked over to the wardrobe to grab his jeans, belt, and boxers. Women, he whispered to himself as he walked to his bathroom again to change into the clothes. Meanwhile, in her room, Storm had changed out her earrings for some gold hoops. She was humming a song to herself as she ran a hand through her white hair, finding herself getting a little nervous about the date with Logan. She wasn't scared that it was going to be a bad date. She was more concerned she would develop something for him like a bad habit.

Jean knocked on her door twice. 'Ro? Can I come in?

Storm looked up, turning around in her seat at the vanity. Come in, Jean.

Jean entered the room, closing the door behind her. She beamed brightly, seeing Storm. You look gorgeous! What's going on?

Storm giggled a little before standing up. Her hands ran down the fabric of her yellow dress, smoothing the edges. I have a date tonight with Logan.

Jean nodded approvingly, wanting to support her friend. She also knew there had been a danger to the situation as well. Just be careful, Ororo.

Storm's bright facial expression slowly turned to confusion as she narrowed one eyebrow. What do you mean by that, Jean?

Jean waved her hand out, He's good-looking, don't get me wrong. But, he is Amaris' dad. Don't you think that will do something between the two of you? She asked her, more curious than a warning.

Storm knew what she was getting into when she continued the banter with Logan. She could only let him mentally undress her for so long before doing something about it. But the after thought of Logan's daughter being her best friend never ran across Storm's mind. Was this a mistake then? Should she have called off the event?

Jean placed her hand now on Storm's shoulder. You have a good head about you. We all want you to be happy, she would too. Just... have fun, and don't change yourself for him. Or anybody for the matter.

Storm nodded, feeling a bit of relief wash over her. Speaking of Amaris... She said she needed a patch job earlier. What's up with that?

Jean removed her hand, sighing a little somberly. She shifted her body weight, leaning on her right side. You know I'm not at liberty to say. She is family to us... but I still have an oath to protect patient information. She shrugged her shoulders, crossing her arms over her body. I’m speaking with Charles and Hank about it.

Hank? Storm gasped, covering her mouth with both of her hands. She knew if Hank was involved, something serious had been going on. Do you think…whatever it is… will get better?

Jean shook her head from side to side. Not on its own. It would take a miracle to fix it. Jean gauged Storm’s response as a sense of dread washed over her. I’m going to have her stay here tomorrow and watch over Gambit. He should have a clear bill of health by the end of tomorrow, but I want to give him another night in the infirmary. Just to be safe.

Storm nodded, a sneaky smirk weaving on her face. In that case, I want Logan to attend the field trip tomorrow. You know we could use an extra set of eyes and ears with the students, if you are going to have Amaris on medic duty.

Jean shook her head back and forth, laughing a little. Let’s talk about that after your date. Jean left Storm’s room, shutting the door to let the woman finish getting ready. Jean remembered the days of being young and in love, but she still wanted to be cautious with the interpersonal connections. Jean was friends with both Storm and Amaris. With Storm crushing on Amaris’ dad, it could lead to disaster if something terrible happened.

Storm sighed, heading back to her vanity and looking at herself in the mirror. She thought of her happy place, looking forward to the date, wanting everything to be perfect.

Amaris met with Charles, as he requested. Besides her earlier encounters with Rogue, Bobby, Storm, Jean, and the man named Gambit; She had kept to herself. She had two things on her mind.

Her injury and what it meant for her moving forward with the X-Men

And the stay from Calgary.

I’m sorry this has happened to you, my dear. He spoke, looking at her broken claws in her right hand. He knew it had to be painful, much like an injury he suffered decades earlier. Sometimes we lose crucial parts of us in order to become better.

Amaris looked at him, wondering why he was using her injury as a lesson. Yeah, well, if the only thing that becomes better is my judgment, I may have half a fighting chance. Her voice sounded strained, almost broken in spirit, yet she chuckled a little at the end.

Charles examined her face, offering her a warm smile. We are still analyzing the properties of your healing factor. To access if you are able to regrow your claws. I would think that if you were able to heal from a broken neck, you have a good chance of healing your claws.

Amaris looked down at her hand, waiting until Charles’ hands were a safe distance away before retracting her claws. The pain had been different from their natural state, ripping through her tendons and tissues in a rough way as her once sharpened claws were now jagged and broken. She shook her hand before massaging her knuckles when her skin healed. Professor… can I tell you something?

Charles looked at her, nodding his head once to assure her that she was safe to talk to him. Like any other time, speaking to her as a student or as a teacher. Amaris sighed, feeling tears forming in her eyes. I did something I thought I would never do. I know that I did what I had to do to protect myself and… She closed her eyes, looking away for a moment, figuring leaving Pietro’s name out of the conversation would do her story better. A group of men, a little militia attacked me. I killed them, all but two of them. I didn’t hesitate. She looked back at Charles, feeling the remorse in her chest begin to tear her apart, knowing she could not take back her emotion. They said they were looking for Logan.

Charles remained stoic, feeling the sense of grief from her. After many years of him being able to read minds, he was able to tell and feel how somebody felt just by looking at them. Being an empath wasn’t a mutant ability, it was a human gift. You had to do what you needed to do you protect yourself. He assured her.

Amaris lingered for another moment, then she continued on with her retelling. A man’s voice came through on a radio. He said he wasn’t looking for me, at least not yet. This hadn’t been the most concerning part. Oh no. He knew exactly who I was. Almost as if he was confirming his suspicions, or tracking me.

Charles spoke up. Did he say who he was?

She shook her head slowly. The one who did this, she gestured to her hand, He mentioned somebody named Stryker.

Charles knew the name Stryker all too well. He opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by Scott who recently entered the room. You asked for me, sir? Scott, with the world’s record for the best timing, gave Amaris the out of the conversation she needed. She remained silent, getting up and leaving the room. Both of the men watched her, waiting to speak until she left the room. Is there something I should know? he asked the older man looking at him.

When one enemy falls, a new one emerges.

Logan waited down in the foyer space, his hands constantly shifting from being stuffed in his pockets to wringing his wrists and knuckles to fiddling with his hair. Some of the students had been passing in the hallway, greeting him as they traveled to their destinations. He stopped pacing, smelling something sweet coming from the top of the stairs. He looked up, seeing Storm pausing at the top of the stairs. He smiled at her, feeling a slight heat rise up his neck as she looked down at him. She didn’t have to get all dolled up for him, but Logan appreciated it.

Storm stared at Logan as she made her decent, her hand gliding over the railing as it supported her. This was it, now or never. As she rounded the corner of the stairs, she watched Logan as his hands left his pockets. You look amazing. he spoke faster than he could think.

Storm smiled, eyeing him up and down. So do you. She hummed, placing her hands on his chest as she smoothed out the collar of his shirt. How did you know I like blue? she quizzed.

It seems Amaris did know a thing or two about Logan’s fashion choices. He would have to remember to thank her for it. It was, uh… lucky guess. He spoke, watching as she slowly removed her hands from his chest. The feeling of her hands on him ignited that fire in him again, forcing himself to suppress the pitting feeling that welled in his belly. Do you like dancing?

She tilted her head to the side, thinking about his question. Sure, as long as you can keep up.

She was challenging him? Oh, how Logan already liked this woman. There’s only one way to find out He did something he normally wouldn’t do, hold his arm out toward his beautiful date. Storm looked from him to the arm he offered her, then back to him. She curled her hand into his elbow before he led her out of the front door and toward the garage. It had been a beautiful night out already, and as Logan caught himself taking another glance down at Storm, he couldn’t think of how more beautiful it could be.

Uh, we picked up something along the way. He spoke, walking her over to the El Camino he owned.

Storm’s eyes widened at the new addition. And where, do tell, did you find this? She asked him as he opened up the passenger door for her.

I can tell you about it on the way. He offered, then using his eyes and a gentle nod of his head for her to enter the car.

Storm giggled a little, smiling as she grabbed the sides of her dress, slipping into the single cab. Logan did his best to keep his smirk to a minimum, but the edges of his lips failed him. He closed the door, then walked around the front and got into the driver's side. He fished the keys out of his pocket, turning the engine over.

Storm looked over at Logan as he began to drive down the white stone driveway of the mansion, observing his features. This had been the first time she had been with him in a one-on-one setting, away from prying eyes. Away from the telepaths and empaths of the mansion, students and staff alike. It was almost as if she had the luxury of having a normal night out. Though, there was nothing normal about Logan.

He drove the car, one hand on the steering wheel, the other struggling to find a place on his lap or on the back of the cab seat. Storm looked over at him the entire time, crossing her legs as Logan turned onto the main road. He looked different from the time he had left, at least just a little. Was it possible he found a sense of peace on his journey? Or had he simply just found some missing pieces of a puzzle he had been working on.

Logan caught the sight of her staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He looked at her briefly, looking away from the road. Do I have something on my face? He asked, his free hand now running over his lips and cheek wondering if toothpaste had dried on the edges of his lips.

Storm shook her head, reaching a hand out to cover his. This took Logan by surprise, looking back to the road in front of them. The barren and empty road, leading them to their destination. You look really good. You look refreshed. She spoke, then removed her hand from his, placing it back in her lap.

Logan looked back at Storm, feeling the edges of his lip curling. He couldn’t say he felt relaxed on the trip, having the run in at Alkali or being stalked by Magneto’s son could put anybody on edge for a while. Maybe… I’m just looking forward to relaxing. he countered, watching her face turn. Her eyelids hooded a little, giggling at his response as she ran a hand through her hair.

He had a good feeling about tonight, how it could easily be a fluke thing that they both could get past, or maybe this was something they wanted to explore more. Hell, they had only known of each other for about three weeks now, but her smell was intoxicating. The way she commanded a room of teenagers was admirable, and her battle tactics were instincts that couldn’t just be taught. She was a strong willed woman that Logan already knew. Now, he was curious about what else he could learn from her.

Back at the mansion, Amaris had decided she was going to make something to eat. In the kitchen, she had opened up the door of the oven, using a kitchen mit and pulling a pan out, setting it on the stove top. She examined the chicken, using a spoon to gather up the liquid on the sides and poured it over the pieces of meat, having seasoned it with the items some of the others didn’t normally use. She wanted Italian chicken, but she also wanted spicy. She decided on a rosemary spiced combination, thinking it would satisfy her needs. It had been a while since she had a home cooked meal.

Amaris set the pan back in the oven, closing the door and setting the mit down. Something felt strange. There was a presence she hadn’t been familiar with, she could feel them in the door frame behind her. She spun around, her eyes meeting him again. Those red-on-black eyes were mesmerizing for sure. Woah there, buddy. I didn’t expect to see you up and about. She spoke, leaning against the counter, crossing her arms.

Remy nodded at her, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a black x-men hoodie. He tilted his head to the side, pouting his lower lip briefly before speaking. The light’s down there, they be too bright for Gambit’s taste.

Amaris laughed a little. Yeah, I don’t blame you. I’d have a migraine after a while of being under them, I’m sure.

Remy smelled the air, stepping off the threshold and walking further into the kitchen. Whatcha cookin’ there?

Amaris watched him, relaxing her shoulders a little. She knew better than to be relaxed around strangers, still not knowing what happened to him before he came to the mansion or what it was he could do. Yet, he had a kind face, and he was a little charmer. Some chicken and pasta. She could see the approving look on his face. There had been plenty to share with him, plus it would be a nice little meal after recovering from an injury. You hungry? she quizzed him, shifting her weight and uncrossing her arms.

Remy looked from the stove back to Amaris. mourir de faim, mon amour. Starving.

Amaris smirked, then tapped the counter space opposite of her at the island, gesturing for him to sit. As he crossed the room, he watched her grab a second plate, setting it next to one she had out already. So, what's a face like you doing in a place like this, huh?

He was blunt, something that most mutants had to be these days. She got her little taste of the treatment while out on the road. I grew up here, she told him, turning her attention to the pot on the stove and stirring the noodles. Now a days, I teach english.

Gambit made a sound crossing between a hum of agreement and a chuckle. You don’t look like no school teacher. At least not English. Far too boring. He watched her as she spared him a look from her cooking, a quizzical glint in her eyes. Nah, you look like somebody who ought to be out there somewhere.

Amaris removed the noodles from the heat, taking the pot over to the sink and draining the water from it. I don’t get out much. This place is all I’ve known. It was kinda embarrassing to say out loud, let alone to a stranger. Sometimes it was easier to admit things to strangers, never feeling the sense of owing them an apology or anything for what people could say to them. Besides, I’m a little hindered in my abilities at the moment.

She walked back to the oven, setting the pot on a cool surface before retrieving the chicken from the oven again. You walking around and talking, petitie. What’s keeping you at bay?

She fixed both of the plates, making sure everything looked yummy and presentable. She turned around, setting a plate in front of him and then one for herself. She fished around in a drawer for utensils, handing him a fork and knife. Not all injuries are visible. It was the kindest way to set that part of the conversation to the side as she picked up her fork and knife. Go on, ooyit. Eat. She stabbed her fork into her chicken, cutting into it.

He watched her, flicking his wrist over and pointing his fork at her. What was that word, petite?

Amaris fumbled a little, watching him as she set her knife down. Eat? Like what I’m doing now?” she asked, then eating the piece of meat she cut.

Gambit chuckled a little, furrowing his brows. Nah, that other word.

She used a napkin to wipe her mouth, having teased him before with her question. It means ‘eat’. Ooyit. She twirled her fork into her pasta, now finding herself not hungry at all as this handsome devil in the black hoodie eyed her down. It’s Blackfoot. My tribe.

Remy nodded, then turned to his food and cut into it. He took a bite of the chicken, almost analyzing it with every chew. Amaris watched him, biting the inside of her cheek. I can make you something else. A burger, maybe a frozen pizza? or-”

It’s not bad… he interrupted her thought, watching her reaction. Though, it could use some bouillon, little bit of mushroom, and some more spice. He winked at her, taking another bite. Maybe next time Gambit cook. Only to return the favor.

She didn’t know how to take his comment. He was a stranger, he was supposed to be resting down in the infirmary. Yet, being her normal, selfless self, she shared a meal with him and volunteered private information to him. What spell had she been under? Are you a telepath? Or do something up here? She asked him, using her pointer finger to touch her temple.

He shook his head, getting a fork full of the pasta. I’ll show you, if you willing to show me first.

Her lips drew into a thin line. It was reasonable, a request that Amaris, after much internal deliberation, decided to honor. She set her utensils down, then brought her hands together to crack her knuckles. With her left hand, she quickly unsheathed her three fully functional claws. The right hand unsheathed as well, in a less dramatic fashion. Had a little accident with these bad boys last week.

She watched him as he examined her claws, his eyes shifting over her knuckles as the bones protruded. He watched her as she sheathed them again, watching her wince before holding her right hand. Does it hurt? His tone shifted a little. Before it had been a little lively, light and full of banter. It changed into something more solemn, which caught her off guard. She responded quickly with a ‘yes’, rubbing her knuckles briefly. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a deck of cards, the same ones he had on the little table next to his bed. I charge the playin’ cards. They go boom He held one card between his finger and middle finger, a purple hue coursed through the cards details, the same hue sparking in Gambit’s eyes.

Amaris watched in awe, seeing how beautiful it was. Something so dangerous was still beautiful to her. Jean’s ways of moving objects with her mind. Scott’s optic vision was captivating. Storm’s control over the elements was awe-inspiring. There wasn’t anything beautiful about her mutation. She was destructive and dangerous.

The words echoed in her mind over and over again, something that she hadn’t hid well. Gambit noticed her eyes, searching back and forth, her once half smirk beginning to fade. What’s wrong, Chere?

Amaris looked up at him, pulled out of her thoughts as he spoke to her. She had been thankful he pulled her away from them, but the ever looming feeling still remained. Oh… Nothing. I was just thinking. Amaris took a bite of the pasta now, swallowing the echoes of doubt she battled with. The man watched her, silently agreeing with her, continuing their meal together.

A band played that night, their covers of songs filling the air along with the crisp sound of pool balls colliding together, and the smell of alcohol filled their nostrils. Logan and Storm sat in a booth at the bar, both nursing glasses in their hands. Storm giggled a little, pointing a finger at Logan. So you’re telling me that Road House was more entertaining than St. Elmo’s Fire? She asked him, feeling the warming effects of alcohol collect in her chest. Or maybe it had been the good company she had been with.

Logan watched her, leaning over his side of the table, crossing his arms on the table top with his hand holding his beer bottle. All I am saying is that Swayze is a better actor than Lowe.

Storm laughed a little more, relaxing her shoulders as she looked at Logan. This wasn’t the same one she had met toward the beginning of the month. He was a little softer around the edges, though only the ones he had been sharing with her. They were talking about movies and television shows, something that she wouldn’t imagine having outside of the mansion. To have a somewhat normal sense of being was to be celebrated.

Logan could tell there was a small shift in the air between them. He narrowed one eyebrow at her, watching the apples of her cheeks flush with a light rose color. What is it? he asked her, a small smirk playing on the corners of his lips.

Storm watched him, biting the side of her tongue. He had been insightful, something very fitting for him. This night has just been… Logan’s shoulders tensed up a little, wondering where she was going with her sentence. Had he messed up already? Made her uncomfortable somehow? Was this why he felt better alone without anybody to depend on him? Everything I could have imaged. she continued on.

Logan’s eyes perked up a little, a new flash in them as he looked at Storm. How her beautiful white hair danced across her shoulders, matching white eyelashes batted at him, and that sweet smell of rainwater permeated from her. How could she smell like rain? Was it due to her mutation? Did she use some type of product? Or had she been enchanting him, drawing him closer to her? The song changed, the band becoming people to the dance floor. It was a risky move, but the piano began to play, an intro that Storm loved more than life itself. Come on, Logan! I want to dance with you. she exclaimed as the guitar rifted, adding more notes to the band’s cover of November Rain.

Logan looked at her outstretched hand, how little her fingers looked reaching out to him so giddy like. He long since forgot about his beer, scooting out of the booth and wrapping his hand around her fingers. He looked at their hands connected now, watching as his massive hand swallowed hers whole. Storm smiled at Logan watching as he stood up, almost falling in line with her gentle tugs. She was much more than just a mistress of the elements, as she had told him before. She was a siren, and Logan was a sailor all too willing to listen to her songs.

Once they reached the dance floor, as did about three other couples, Storm rested one of her hands behind Logan’s neck, her fingers gently scratching at his nape. The hands that had locked together stayed nearly in the same position as Logan rested his hand on Storm’s hip. He looked down at her, at how beautiful she was. In their shared hand, he fiddled with her fingers, moving around to be able to his hand around hers comfortably. Thank you, Ororo. he spoke just loud enough for them to hear, piercing her beautiful blue eyes with his green-hazel ones.

Storm looked up at him as they danced together, basically swaying and shuffling their feet together. She hadn’t heard him call her Ororo before, only by Storm. Sure, she didn’t want the other people around her to hear her code name or give away the fact she was mutant. It was easy to explain the white hair at an early age, but the name of Storm with white hair was different. No, it was the way he looked down at her, their chests pressed against each other. It was the way he looked at her that made the shared air around them different. For what, Logan?

He found her quizzical face adorable as she looked at him, the way her cheeks began to flush when the hand from her hip moved up slowly, his fingertips tracing her side before reaching the side of her face, moving a white lock of hair from the side of her face. He could hear the way her heartbeat quickened against his slow moves, not out of fear. For saving me… a few weeks ago.

I know it’s hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn’t time be out to charm you?

They stopped swaying to the beat of the song as Logan’s hand moved back to sit on Storm’s hip. Time felt as if it fell still around them. Logan made a slight move toward Storm to start closing in on the distance between them. He watched her as her eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips, a slight hesitation in her actions. The music continued to play on, filling in the dead space between them. Let me kiss you, pretty girl. Please. he whispered between them, his lips ghosting over hers.

Storm’s reaction was quick, a gentle pull at the base of his neck as their lips met, a gentle force against each other. Logan’s hand gripped the fabric of her dress, using it as an anchor while Storm clung onto his neck. She pulled her hand from his, now placing it on his chest as their lips crashed against each other a little harsher. Logan’s hold on Storm almost felt protective, as if she would crumble in his hold at any minute. The way his beard scratched against her cheek and lips feeling the bit of scruff that she found really attractive on him. Or how his free hand now wrapped around her back to support her. Logan had lifted her up a little bit, just so her feet were no longer touching the ground.

Storm had been the first to break their kiss, slowly opening her eyes to meet his again, a smile spreading across both of their faces. Logan moved again to set her back down, her hands moving to smooth out the fabric of his shirt she had wrinkled up. She felt she had to breath heavily to catch her breath, never having a first kiss feel that way before. She could see fireworks before her eyelids, feel a sense of comfort in his hold, and lose track of time being this personal with him.

Logan smiled again, pressing his lips to the top of her forehead. She broke the silence between them, her hands slowly sinking away from his chest. If that’s how you show your gratitude, I can’t wait to see you apologize. she mused, tilting her chin up to look at him.

Logan pursed his lips together, shrugging his shoulders in thought. I can think of a reason or two to stay around for a while.

Turning the faucet off after the last dish had been washed and placed in a drying rack, Gambit threw a towel over his shoulder, spinning around and leaning back against the counter. He watched Amaris as she wiped down the counters she used for food preparation, where they ate, and the stove she used. His reddish brown hair feel to the side of his face and head as the hoodie clung lazily against his shoulders. Amaris looked up at him as she threw away the cleaning cloth, wondering how somebody like him ended up in Charles’ school. Everything okay? she asked him.

She grew curious of him, from their first meeting only a few hours prior. He had been welcoming to her presence, and he hadn’t backed away from her or tenses up when she showed him her mutation. Most others would gasp in horror or pull their hands away. One student even felt pity for her, though he was an empath who could feel her pain when using her claws. Gambit was stoic, his facial expression didn’t change unless he was talking. And that voice of his was otherworldly. Smooth, jazzy like, and just sharp enough around the edges to keep his listener on their toes. A man like him could be living it up anywhere in the world, Amaris was sure of it.

He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. Does this place always sound quiet? He asked her.

She shook her head. When things are quiet around here it means one of two things. During the day, danger is around. But at night, She walked around the island, standing next to it as she faced him, keeping a little bit of distance between them. It means everybody is asleep or winding down for the day.

Gambit hummed a little. You ready to unwind, Amaris? he asked her.

That question could lead to several different outcomes. If she said yes, who would know what he would say? He didn’t seem tired and wanted to sleep or rest up. Amaris had been a bit of a night owl these last few weeks, feeling something was going to happen. She wished she could figure out what she was feeling so she could stop whatever it was that was going to happen.

If she said no, some of the same questions still applied. What would she do? Watch a movie? Work on lesson plans in her classroom? Read back over the letters her parents wrote to each other or herself?

Or was she willing to live a little?

Are you good at climbing?

Gambit leaned off of the counter, grabbing the towel and setting it down. I’ve done my fair share.

Amaris gestured for him to follow her as she approached the threshold. Hearing his approach behind her, she smirked, then pulled her hair over her shoulders to fall down her back. Gambit remained quiet as he followed Amaris, walking up two flights of stairs. She led him to a balcony outside, then walked over to one of the walls with jagged bricks and vine. She made quick work, scaling the wall and climbing to the rooftop.

Gambit followed behind her, watching the bricks she grabbed and taking the same ones. He looked a little shocked at the outward stretched hand to him, seeing the little woman in front of him wide eyed and smiling at him. He took her hand, hoisting himself up onto the roof of the mansion. Once both of them were up on the roof, Amaris took in a deep breath, stretching her arms out briefly before exhaling. The night sky had been clear, the moon was in its last stages of filling out again. She then stuffed her hands in her pockets, walking up toward one of the chimney’s, taking a seat. Gambit followed her, standing next to her as he looked out to the back side of the mansion. He saw the fountains, the little pond, the basketball court, and the pastures to the side of the mansion. You got all this?

She hadn’t been sure if he had been asking her directly, but she responded anyway. Actually, Charles owns it all. He just lets us stay here, brings in wayward kids, gives them an education, and we get to practice and use our powers freely here. She reached into her hoodie pocket, grabbing a box of cigarettes. She taped the butt of the box on her hand a few times, then flipping open the top, pulling a cigarette out and the lighter she had tucked into the box. After lighting it, she tucked her supplies again, pulling a long drag from the butt. After holding it in for a few seconds, she slowly exhaled all of the smoke, blowing it out as it flowed with the light breeze.

Gambit looked down at her, then decided to take a seat. Do you mind if Gambit get a puff?

Amaris shook her head, reaching her right hand out to hand him the cigarette, twisting her upper body a little. She watched him as his hand then wrapped around her wrist as he leaned toward her, guiding her hand to cover his lips. He wrapped them around the butt of the cigarette, his lips dancing on the thin pads of her index and middle finger, closing his eyes as he inhaled the cigarette. Once he felt satisfied with his drag, he removed her hand from his face, holding the smoke before blowing it out.

Her cheeks felt warm, creeping up to her ears. Thankfully it had been dark, so hopefully he didn’t see her face flush. Though, as the reds of his eyes flashed toward hers, she had a sneaky feeling he knew what happened. Thank you, Amaris.

Call me Mara, if you want. She responded, her tone dropping a couple octaves above a whisper. She didn’t need to be so quiet being outside alone with him, but she knew he was supposed to be in the infirmary. Yet here she was, sitting on the mansion’s rooftop with a near-total stranger, sharing a cigarette, and internally gushing over the feeling of his lips against her skin. The second time that day.

His position shifted a little, leaning closer to Amaris. His hand moved slowly, reaching up to move her hair off of her shoulder, tossing it behind her shoulder. His eyes scanned hers, seeing how they lightly reflected a yellow-amber color in the dark. Amaris should have moved by now, or stopped the altercation, yet she found his presence warm and inviting. Her finger tips felt cold and numb, almost needing a shock to bring them to life. Remy? she asked, watching as his face inched closer and closer to her, their noses nearly touching.

His lips parted as he closed in on the gap between them before the sound of a car’s engine approaching cut through the quietness. She turned to look, seeing the outlines of the camino approaching the mansion. Shit, get down before we’re seen. She replied, placing her hands on his chest and pressing his back down on the rooftop. She looked down at him, feeling his breath beat against the skin of her neck. His hands found her hips in the sudden motion, resting his palms on the top of her velvet pants, his fingers splayed out and way from her. Who are we hiding from? he asked, whispering between the two of them, his eyes bouncing between both of hers.

She watched him as his eyes shifted between hers, listening closely as the car’s engine was shut off. Storm, mostly. But there’s also him. She slowly moved off of him, handing him the cigarette as she tried to peer over the top of the roof, watching as her father and her best friend left the car. It seemed their date went well, enough to watch Logan pin Storm against the half wall next to one of the courtyards, hearing Storm giggle before they kissed.

Gambit, being a little nosey, also peered over, taking another puff from the cigarette. Seems she has better things to focus on, ange. They’re too busy to notice us up here, non?

Amaris turned away, flipping back over to face the sky. Maybe, but i’m not risking getting caught up here. She had been happy that her father and her best friend had a seemingly good time. At least good enough to return to the mansion in such high moods. Though she certainly didn’t want to listen to them kissing. Finish that, then we’re going back inside. I’ll get you some blankets to stay up in the common room.

Gambit looked over at her, blowing out more smoke. Yes ma’am.

Storm looked up at Logan as he broke the kiss off, the sounds he made had been heavenly music to her ears. Though, as she opened her eyes, he saw the confusion on his face. Had his ears been on top of his head like a dogs, she would have seen how one would stand up tall and the other flop over. What’s wrong, Logan?

He kept his hands firmly on her waist, twisting his body around as he sniffed the air. Primrose, cigarettes, and murky water. He knew they hadn’t been alone, but he couldn’t tell what the cause of the third scent was. Figuring it was easier to let it slide than to investigate, he turned back to look at her. Nothing. Thought I smelled something. He sounded a little sheepish toward the end, his face relaxing again as he looked down at her face, bringing his hand up to her chin, his thumb resting on her chin before pecking her lips once more. Let me walk you to your room.

Storm watched him as he slowly relaxed again. She gave him a brief nod, accepting his request before she turned off the wall. Do you wonder who fixed the car? She asked him as they both walked up to the main door of the mansion. Storm had wrapped her arms around her body as Logan put his hands in his pockets

He shrugged his shoulders, thinking about her question. I have an idea who. The older man at the library clearly knew his way around a car. If he had any kids, he was sure they would have maintained the car. The couple seemed really invested in Logan’s past, so it could have been possible they had people keeping an eye on the place. Guess I’ll never know.

He opened up the door for her, letting her in before following behind Storm, locking it up. She could swear she had seen a light quickly shut in one of the common rooms right off the main part of the hallway. Logan watched her as she hesitated, her body pointed toward the stairs and her head looking over to the halfway. Logan broke the little silence. I’ll check it out after you get up to your room.

Storm turned to look at him, a smirk playing on her lips. I should, really. I’m a staff member here.

He looked down at her, shaking his head. Ororo, I promise. I’ll take care of it. Consider it rent paid for the night, s’long as I can keep my room for the night.

Her smirk turned into a smile, turning around and taking the first few steps up the stairs. The way his coy smile creeped on his face combined with those hazel-green eyes of his had made her younger again. Acting like her lovesick teenaged students, feeling the warmth from her cheeks reach her ears and down her neck. Your room and board have been paid tenfold, in my eyes.

She had been thankful to have Logan around during the time of Magneto’s attack and plans weeks before. Now, she had been even more thankful, if it was even possible, to have him around. As they reached the top of the stairs, he walked up next to her side, staying near her, their sides ghosting over each other. Even his presence felt comfortable to her. It was warm despite his cold exterior. She could tell he had a unique way of displaying his affection. He had been protective of Rogue when they first came around, being the first adult the young girl could trust. She saw the way he carefully cradled Amaris when they thought she had been dead, how he was scared to touch her but couldn’t bear to see her in such a state.

Then it was the way that he looked at her all night, how his eyes raked over her body and how he complied with every single request she made. He was a different person, maybe he too felt a little warmer.

She stopped next to her bedroom door, turning to face him. Her arms slowly unraveled from her body as she looked up. Thank you for tonight, Logan. I had a lot of fun.

He smiled, looking down at her. His mind had been working on autopilot as he reached a hand out to hold the side of her face, pulling her in for a tender kiss. They both smiled against the other, foreheads pressed together as Logan’s fingers brushed through Storm’s hair, gently pulling a couple of the locks down the side of her face. I did too.

He watched her as he took a step back, letting go of her, his hands finding his sides. Storm offered him another warm smile, opening her door and shutting it behind her. Logan nodded a few times, backing away from the door, spinning around and walking back down the hallway. His fingers reached his lips, tapping them as he savored the taste of her cherry chapstick. He enjoyed the night out, not being able to recall a night that felt so nice like it before. It had been a long time, he would have bet. But the wait he made to have shared a few blissful hours with her made it worth it.

He descended the stairs, hearing a little clutter in the kitchen. He stalked up to the door slowly, hearing a couple cabinet doors open and the sound to glass moving. He peered in, seeing the dark kitchen in front of him. One little detail about Logan was that he had night vision, able to see very well in the dark. So, when he looked in and saw a pair of eyes flash toward him, a slight yellow-amber glow meeting him, he didn’t know what to think at first. When the figure stood up taller, Logan shook his head, crossing his arms. Jesus, kid. Whatcha tryin’ to do? Wake the whole place up?

Amaris looked over to see her father at the arch. She blinked a few times, then turned on a little lamp on the counter. She dusted her hands off on her black velvet pajama pants. I’m just cleaning up my mess from earlier.

Logan watched her, one of his brows narrowing a little. He could smell it again. Primrose, cigarette smoke, and murky water.

Were you outside smoking?

Amaris scowled a little, placing one hand on her hip, popping her opposite knee as she looked at him. I may have been. You going to tell me not to do that, too? Tell me it’s not lady like?

Though they had known each other for around three weeks now, Logan could tell when she was joking around. Thankfully he knew she was just jabbing at him, but he also knew it was wrong of him to act fatherly to her when she was an adult now. I’m the last person to be telling you what’s lady like. He leaned off the frame, walking up to her. He could smell the water smell around her, but not on her. He wanted to know what it came from, who had been responsible for it. You’re first night back in the mansion and you’re doing dishes? Are you okay? It’s nearly midnight.

Amaris looked up at her father, wondering if he had been deflecting from his night, or if being back in the mansion had been unsettling for him. I can skate by on a few hours of sleep. I’m not tired. She shrugged her shoulders before adjusting the plain orange top she wore, pulling at the neckline.

Logan inhaled a deep breath before speaking. You should go to bed. At least sit in it. Find a book to read or listen to some music. Amaris smiled looking up at her father. She silently agreed, turning off the lamp and walking around him. He then followed her in tandem, walking toward the staircase that led to the corridor that houses most of the adults living in the mansion. He walked behind her, feeling a set of eyes following him from the shadows of one of the common rooms. Have any plans for tomorrow? He asked her as they walked.

Jean’s having me stay here while everybody else takes the kids on a field trip. I’d protest to go, but i remembered I would have had to be responsible for some children and I couldn’t do that to myself. She giggled a little at the thought. She liked teaching them, but sometimes it felt that she was holding herself back as a teacher. I have some lesson plans to work on.

Logan stopped at his bedroom door, just a few rooms down from Amaris. If you could choose to do anything else, would you? he asked her.

Amaris looked up at him, a little caught off guard. She wondered where the question came from, or what her real response would have been. She became a teacher, just as her mother had been unknown to her at the time. Whatever I would chose, I would have wanted to be happy doing it.

Are you happy with it?

Silence lingered between them. The question felt heavy on her shoulders, suffocating her thoughts about the future or of a different place and time she could have been in. Goodnight, Dad.

Goodnight, Amaris. he responded.

She shook her head. You can give me a nickname, if you want. Seems a little too formal, like i’m in trouble or something.

Logan chuckled a little, turning the knob of his door. I named you, remember?

Yeah, and you never gave me a middle name. She laughed a little under her breath before turning to go to her bedroom.

Storm had decided to drink a cup of tea before the rest of the mansion decided to wake up. She remained quiet as she left her bedroom and making her way to the kitchen. There had been only one other person awake, to her understanding, which was the little boy who had the unique mutation of controlling technology. He was able to switch the channels on the tv with a blink of his eye, control the volume with a thought. Yet, his mutation kept him from sleeping. He didn’t need to, which was a strange offset to his mutation, but everybody had their ups and downs.

Storm began to heat up water in a kettle on the stove top, prepping her mug with a tea bag and the slightest amount of sugar to offset the bitterness. She walked over to the floor-length window, watching as the first hints of the sun’s rays peered over the trees. She had a difficult time sleeping, having thought about her date with Logan. How gentle he could be, when he wanted to be. Logan could have chosen to not go on the date with her, or he could have made her night horrible. She trusted that he wouldn’t, and thankfully she had been right.

The kettle began to whistle, pulling her out of her thoughts. She walked over to the stove, turning off the heat and removing the kettle, pouring the hot water into her mug and steeping her tea bag for maximum flavor. She set the kettle down on the stove again on a colder surface, stirring her tea.

Bold choice. Scott spoke, rubbing the back of his neck as he entered the kitchen, making his way to the coffee pot. Storm smiled at him, still not awake enough to muster a proper greeting. Scott opened up a cabinet, pulling out a new filter and a plastic jar of coffee grounds, scooping some in before starting the brewing cycle. He put his items back before grabbing an empty mug for himself, setting it next to the coffee pot. You were out pretty late last night.

Storm looked from her mug to Scott. Yes, we were. But, still rested enough for the field trip today. Storm loved to take the kids out, let them realize they are just like everybody else except they were a little bit more gifted.

Scott shrugged his shoulders as he looked at her. I’ve never brought your judgment into question, he started, resting his hands on the countertop at his sides. He wanted what was best for the team, and sometimes that meant dishing out tough love. Do you think this is right? What you and him did.

Storm wrapped both of her hands around the mug as she turned to face Scott, narrowing one of her brows. What we did last night? she questioned. All we did was go out. You act as if we much more than that.

Scott watched her, now crossing his arms over his chest. Did you?

She rolled her eyes. What you and Jean do isn’t any different. she paused for a moment before speaking again. Actually, No. What you and Jean do is more serious than what Logan and I did. Scott, you have done everything for Jean except marry her. So, excuse me, for wanting to go on a date with a guy.

Ororo, it’s not about you going on a date with a guy. It’s you going on a date with him

In the hallway, Amaris had passed through, still wearing the same set of pajamas as she wanted to go into the common room to check in with Remy. Hearing the conversation perked her ears, making her stop before the door to the kitchen. She focused on her breathing, making sure not to be heard.

Care to enlighten me then? What’s wrong with Logan?

Scott sighed, leaning off of the counter and uncrossing his arms. He’s dangerous. You’ve seen how he reacts. He doesn’t take orders, he leads with his own intentions, and he doesn’t need to be here.

Why? What makes him dangerous?

Venom filled his voice, his tone deceived him as he tried to sound level headed. Because he’s an animal, and we all know animal mutants only hurt others. It’s all they know.

Amaris listened to the words as they filled the air. Her hands balled into fists, the slightest ounce of pressure threatening to unsheathe her claws. How could somebody she looked up to as an older sibling share the same common mindsets of most of the humans who hated mutants? How could he say he is looking out for the students and the team and still be so judgmental of a small group of mutants? How could Scott be so cruel?

In times when tears would fill her eyes, she swallowed the emotions hard, relaxing her hands as she entered the kitchen, looking at Scott with anger in her eyes. Don’t ever say anything about animal mutants ever again. She stared at him, keeping her distance as he faced her, his lower lip quivering a little. You have no idea what restraint we put ourselves through to keep that side in check. Nor will you ever understand what limitations we will cross to protect the ones we love and care for.

Amaris! he exclaimed in shock, then swallowed hard. I was just-

Save it. If your next words are about anything except for todays field trip, I swear to you I will become something more for you to worry about than my father. she returned with equal fervor to his venom.

Scott turned around, pouring coffee into his mug. He walked to the kitchen door, hesitantly passing by Amaris with his head hung low. She eyed him, her stance unwavering as he left. She had been so angry that she nearly forgot to breathe during the encounter, exhaling what she had left and then taking in a deep breath. Her hands began to shake a little, mostly from the nervousness as she felt a fire course through her veins.

Storm set her mug down, remaining silent as the moment passed over. Amaris, she softly spoke, watching as the younger woman turned to face her. Ororo saw the hurt in her eyes lying behind the scrunched nose and furrowed eyebrows. I promise, I don’t have those same thoughts about Logan.

The younger woman watched Ororo, her best friend. Her face didn’t change, but there was a shift in her tone as she spoke. I know you don’t. But I’ll be damned before I let anybody here talk negatively about animal mutants as a whole.

Storm watched her as she spoke, hearing the tone shift from rage to a statement. Amaris' hands still shook, which only concerned Storm, not wanting her to hold onto emotions. Her lips parted right before Amaris spoke up again. Did you enjoy your night out?

Storm inhaled a deep breath, a smile spreading across her face. I did.

The corners or her lips cracked, turning upward. Good. That’s all that counts. She left the room slowly, turning around and heading toward the common room she had left Remy in. Her hands stilled as she walked, regaining her composure.

Another set of steps enter the kitchen after Storm returned to her tea. He cleared his throat hoping not to startle her. Good morning. Logan spoke, walking up to the coffee pot, thankful it had already been made.

Storm watched him, a thin lined smile still on her face. Good morning, Logan.

He found a mug, pouring himself a cup of coffee before he turned to face her. Did you sleep well? he asked her before taking a drink from the mug. He wasn’t much of a coffee guy, but if Ororo was going to bring Logan on the field trip as another set of eyes he would need a little extra boost of caffeine.

Storm stirred her tea again, removing the bag and tossing it into the garbage can. I did. she replied, then setting her mug down on the counter in front of her before leaning against it. How about you?

Logan chuckled, watching as her posture changed. She did look rested, which is better said than him. He tossed and turned all night, thinking back to the day up on the mountain when he and Amaris were attacked. How he let his guard down and didn’t sense those men approaching him. How he was unable to keep his daughter from getting injured to the point that she may never fully recover. Slept longer than usual. he replied as nicely as he could phrase it. You sure you really want me to go out there with you and the kids? I don’t know if you’ve ever met me before, but I tend to attract the unsavory types.

Storm gave a firm nod, pressing her lips together. You won’t have to teach. Just be with me in my group. Artie can be, well… a handful. she knew he was a unique child. He was mute, and had the powers of visual telepathy, and for some reason his tongue was forked and dark blue. He liked to stir messes with other kids, so going out where humans were made Storm a little concerned.

Well, as long as I don’t have to teach, i don’t see any problems then.

The mansion had nearly emptied out by now. The kids were on their way to a museum of natural history along with most of the staff. There were still a few staff members left at the school catching up on grading papers or writing lesson plans. Amaris had been trying to do the same, but there was an awfully attractive distraction sitting at one of the students desks. This is what I’m talking about. Gambit spoke, shuffling the deck of cards he pulled from his jacket. All work and no play must make Miss Mara a dull girl.

Amaris held her pen with both hands as she looked up at him. He had kicked both of his feet up on the desk, leaning as far back as he could. I’ve been gone for two weeks. I need to make sure that who ever subbed in on my classes kept up with the lesson plans I had ready, just in case.

Are you always looking out for others? He asked, collecting all of the cards in one of his hands.

She set her pen down, scooting away from the desk and crossing her arms. I’m just repaying Charles’ kindness for taking me in. Raising me.

Gambit swung his legs off of the desk, leaning forward. That’s not what I asked, ange.

Amaris exhaled deeply. She didn’t think she wore her heart on her sleeve, but ever since she had been reunited with her father, she felt there was a difference within her. She acted more territorial when it came to her loved ones, her teammates, but she knew recently she had acted more possessive of them. It’s been a while… since somebody has looked out for me.

Gambit nodded slightly. He could tell she had been taking care of herself for a while. I overheard you in the kitchen this morning, talking to Dr. Grey’s man. He watched her reactions as her face fell a little. Who’s Logan?

Amaris, for some reason, felt guilty about it. She had every right to say what she did, though thinking back on the conversation she may have sounded harsher than what she meant. You remember last night?

Gambit’s lips curved, dragging his thumb over the corner as if to wipe something away. All to well, he spoke coily, winking at Amaris.

She felt heat begin to creep across her cheeks, snaking up to her ears. Her fingers dug into her bicep as she spoke. The man that Storm was with, that’s Logan. She released the tension in her fingers, relaxing, though mentally cursing herself as she looked at Gambit, his unique eyes piercing hers. Logan is my father. We reunited three weeks ago.

Gambit looked at her confused. What do you mean reunited? I thought you said the professor raised you.

Amaris hated lesson plans, so she was happy for this distraction. You must really like me if you’re asking me all of these questions. She watched as he shrugged his shoulders in response. The last time I saw my father was 1979, the day Charles saved me and Scott, along with a lot of other mutants.

Gambit aint the smartest, but Logan looks a little too young to be your daddy.

Well, you’re not wrong. She stood up, moving from her chair to sitting on the edge of her desk, placing her hands in her lap. It’s his mutation. Probably mine too, seeing as I inherited a lot from him. She raised one hand up, wiggling her fingers hinting at the source of her mutation. He’s older than the professor. Much older.

Gambit stood up, his long brown leather coat trailing behind him as he put his cards away. Yet, he is able to produce beautiful creatures like yourself, chere.

Amaris watched as he approached her, placing both of his hands on either side of her, palms flat on the desk, lowering his face down to be eye level with her. She could swear the previous heat of her face turned into fire the closer he got. You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're interested. His eyes were the feature that drew her into him, a total stranger.

How long has it been since somebody looked out for you, ange? he asked her, his voice lowered as his breath again fanned over her skin.

It’s been four years, she responded, fighting the urge to lean back and away from him or to lean in to close the distance. Suddenly it felt like she had to fight for air, feeling her chest rise and fall in tune with her quickened heart beat.

He looked over her features, her brown-hazel eyes and how light they were, the way her cheeks flushed complimented her natural color, down to the lavender perfume she wore. Four years is a long time. Maybe time has healed those wounds, yeah?

This was wrong. She didn’t know this man. He was a stranger to her; tall, dark eyed, and mysterious. He could have been a threat to her or the children. He could be spying for somebody and trying to get intel on the x-men and Charles. But he was flirtatious, outgoing, and didn’t care about what others said. He was a flame that burned the perfect shade of orange and yellow, and she was a moth drawn toward him.

Amaris inched forward, her eyes flicking up to Remy’s. He watched her movements, falling suit with hers. Inches shrunk into centimeters. Remy closed the distance, softly clashing against Amaris’ lips. Her hands rested in her lap at first, hesitant to reach out and touch him. Remy didn’t care as he brought both of his hands now up to her face, cupping her cheeks as their lips clashed again, this time with a little bit more pressure.

Amaris could swear she had been seeing stars, as if a weight had lifted off of her during that minute. Remy, being the natural flirt he was, did feel a magnetic pull to the woman in front of him. He broke the kiss off, allowing them to breathe as his thumbs brushed over her cheeks, admiring how breathless he made her. What was it you were sayin’ ‘bout being interested?

Amaris’ eyes fluttered open again as she looked up at the cajun man. She brought one hand up to cover one of his. Her eyes focused on his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers, hating how she almost leaned into his touch. She must have looked like a love depraved little girl, and he was this man who had obviously seen a thing or two in his life. She parted her lips to speak when she heard the floorboard creaking outside of the classroom. She gently pushed Remy out of the way, hearing a pounding sound on the other side of the door. It was a heartbeat, pounding as if it’s owner ran a marathon. Or ten.

Amaris made her way to the door as Remy called out her name. As she opened it, she smelled that all too familiar scent again.

Peppermint.

Pietro stood outside of the classroom door, a bouquet of flowers in hand. Princessa, you look lovely today. He cooed, holding the flowers out to her.

She had been shocked by his presence, pulling him into the room and slamming her door shut. You have a lot of nerve showing up here. She pointed a finger at him, causing the man to tense up, though he had a smile on his face as he closed his eyes briefly. The same smile she fell for as a teenager.

You wouldn’t hit a man who brought you flowers, would you? he asked, holding them out to her. They were lovely, and incidentally were the same color schemes of their hero suits. Light blue daisies, orange tulips, and white roses. It was an interesting arrangement, something he would have had to pick out.

Amaris had taken a couple of courses during her time at Xavier’s ranging from mechanics classes led by Scott, to creative writing led by Charles. Another one of these filler classes she took had been flower arrangements by Storm. Amaris took the flowers, a scowl still present as she looked at the flowers. Just when I thought I knew you. She examined the flowers, bringing a finger to gently drag over the petals. A bouquet was worth a million words. This one was worth only a few. You think you can come in here with flowers and think i’ll forgive you for what you did? she asked, then tossing them back at him.

Gambit leaned against the desk, pulling his deck of cards out and shuffling them as he watched the encounter. Pietro looked over at him, wondering who he had been, before looking back at Amaris. Blue daisies? Loyalty? Is that what you call running away four years ago? she asked him, truly upset he waltzed in with the flowers. Orange Tulipes? White Roses? You think you can make an apology with these? Proclaim love with these?

Pietro set the flowers down on a desk next to him before turning back to the woman, holding his hands out to his sides. I had to come back to the mansion to make sure you made it home safely. Can you blame a man for that?

She couldn’t trust him. The timing had been troubling for her. They had lost contact for four years, then ran into each other in the same library in a different country, then he tracked her down to her parents cabin in the mountains. Now he was back in New York as if nothing had happened. What do you want? she asked plainly.

Remy cleared his throat. Do you need some help taking the trash out, ambre? giving her a little nickname based off the amber hues of her eyes in the evening dark front he night before

Amaris looked over at Remy as Pietro used his powers to run up to stand in front of Remy. I’ve never seen you around here, he spoke, eyeing the man. Are you another lost soul Xavier’s men found?

Remy’s eyes flashed the purple hue Amaris saw the previous night. Not wanting to have to explain to the others why her classroom was destroyed, she marched over to the men, placing one hand on both of their chests, pushing Pietro back. Sorry if the welcome isn’t warm. The last time you made an appearance I ended up with around five bullets in my back.

Pietro continued to stare at Gambit, his once charming smile turned into a cocky smirk. Almost as if he was trying to prove a point. He took a hold of Amaris’ hand, pulling her into his grasp. His other arm wrapped around her body as he spun her in a way she ended up leaning into him. I apologize for that, princessa.

Before she could react, he pulled her in for a kiss. Amaris’ eyes remained open as she pushed at him. Remy had intervened at this point, pulling Pietro’s hands off of Amaris. He forced space between them, standing in front of her while holding fistfuls of Pietro’s shirt. I don’t know where you come from, mon ami, but where I’m from we don’t kiss girls who push against us.

Amaris pulled her shirt back in place from where Pietro had grabbed her. She used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, looking up at Remy as he turned his head to look back at her. She never felt so defenseless before, having always been able to take care of herself. She had a hard time accepting help of any capacity, including help in loving herself. Suddenly that kiss with Remy earlier didn’t feel so wrong now.

Pietro, you have one more chance to tell me why you’re here. Or else, I’ll let him have his fun.

Pietro flashed both of his hands up, a sign of surrender. Stryker. He has my sister.

There was a flash in her mind, remembering the conversation she had on the radio back at the mountains. The older voice, eerily sounding on the other end. How the soldier used her body weight against her, breaking her claws while they were sunk into his body. What did you say? she asked, wanting to hear it again.

Stryker has my sister. I can’t find him. Remy still held Pietro, but he searched his features for any signs of deceit. I came here because that’s what the x-men do. They help mutants. They help their own.

Amaris brought her hand up to Remy’s shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. She maintained eye contact with Pietro as he spoke. How do you know Stryker has your sister?

The flowers. The note is in with the flowers.

She looked at the flowers, slowly walking over to them and grabbing the stems. She fished a note out of the flowers, slightly damp on the corners front he stems, the faintest hint of green saturated on the corners.

She turned to look at him, flashing the little card. W.S. ? What are these coordinates? She asked him.

That is where my sister was last seen.

Remy looked over at Amaris. You really gonna trust this good for nothing swamp rat, Mara?

Pietro hummed a little, that coy smirk on his face again. She’s letting you call her Mara now? That’s impressive, Red.

Remy sneered a little looking back at Pietro. Amaris broke the tension. He’s telling the truth.

She set the card down as Remy let go of Pietro. The Sokovian man fixed his jacket, chuckling a little. I do it quite often. Nobody believes me.

Another set of steps approached the room, swinging the door open. Amaris, you have to see this. Came the voice of a woman, another member of staff. The president was attacked. They’re saying it was mutants.

The trio looked amongst themselves before Amaris led the charge out of the room, making her way to the nearest common room area. A couple other staff members had gathered around the television as a news reporter talked about the attack. She watched silently as the two men watched her, standing against the wall. Pietro spoke lowly between them. She’s loyal. Kind. Caring. I’ll give her that. But a word to the wise, friend. As soon as you can, get away from this place. It only causes misery for people like us.

Gambit had crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall. He didn’t shift as Pietro spoke. All he knew was that he could not trust the other man. It had been obvious Amaris did not trust him, and they clearly had a past. Gambit decides where he is needed. We all need a bit of rain every now and then to look forward to sunny days. His eyes shifted back to Amaris, watching the now worried woman analyze the screen.

Remy turned to look at Pietro, matching his volume, but keeping his tone lowly. I see you pull a fast one like that again and I swear to you I’ll make your fingers into snacks for my gator friends.

Pietro chuckled again, rolling his eyes. You’ll have to catch me first, Red.

The kids all made it back safe, though their trip had been cut short. Charles, Jean, Scott, Storm, Logan, and Amaris met together in Charles office. Scott was worried as he paced in front of a window overlooking the gardens. Jean and Storm shared a couch together, and Logan stood near the door. He still hadn’t found his place with the group, which was something Amaris hoped he would one day. Though it would have to be his choice, something she nor anybody else could force him into making.

Amaris stood next to a bookshelf, again keeping to herself as Scott spoke. Magneto has to be behind this. It only makes sense. he spoke confidently.

Jean was the one to object him. No. He couldn’t do that. He is already living in a plastic jail cell, the last thing he would do is jeopardize his living conditions to have another act in his will.

Erik is quite the wordsmith, Charles began, he is capable of organizing an event like this from prison. However, I agree with Jean. He wouldn’t risk being caught, seeing as he would be the primary suspect in this case. He wants mutant superiority. This would only hurt his goals and dash his advances.

Storm spoke up, a hint of anxiety in her voice. The government won't take lightly to this. They will only re-introduce the mutant registration act.

Charles watched her, a grave tone in his voice. Worse, even. They could place every mutant in the country on house arrest. Contain them.

How can they enforce such a plan? Keep every mutant in their homes? They don’t have the man power for that. Logan added.

They would be counting on that, Amaris added. As soon as somebody steps out of line, they will demonstrate their forces and make an example of them. It’s easy to control the masses when you base your work off of fear.

Like Senator Kelly did. Jean replied. She then looked over at Charles, wondering what he had been thinking. Do you think the assassin was working alone, Professor?

Charles sighed a little before looking over at Jean. The only way to find out is for us to find him. At least before the authorities do. I’ve been using Cerebro to track him, but it’s difficult.

Logan looked at him puzzled. Why?

His moves are erratic. I can’t pin him down to one location long enough before he moves again. He took in a deep breath, then looking between Jean and Ororo. Storm, Jean, I have a set of coordinates. I want you to go there and see what you can find. Please, take the Black Bird and try to bring him in to us.

Ororo and Jean looked at each other, giving a simple nod.

The team split up as the two women left the room first, headed to go get ready for their recon mission. Amaris, may I have a word? he asked.

Logan looked toward his daughter. She gave Logan a thumbs up before walking over one of the seats. Scott and Logan both left the room. I should go help the girls get ready. he spoke, taking a step toward the staircase.

Logan was quick to grab his upper arm, causing the man to turn around and look at the other. We’ve got something to talk about, pal.

Scott shook his arm, freeing himself from Logan’s grasp. I don’t have any business with you, Logan, and I plan on keeping it that way.

Logan shook his head before resting his hands on his hips. You see, you’re kinda already in my business, so that’s not an option for you. he spoke coldly. You don’t like me. I’m fine with that. Everybody else in the world doesn’t like me. That works for me. But the last thing I need is for my daughter, who I’ve only known for three weeks and I would murder for her, to defend me and my existence to somebody like you who wouldn’t be able to function with a pair of glasses. You’re a glorified blind person, and you're over here shitting on animal mutants. Got to say Scott, thats fucked up.

Scott kept a solid, thin lipped facade as Logan tore into him. You will never understand what it feels like. Being responsible for your friends, protecting them with your very life, only to watch them interact with the one thing that will kill them.

Logan’s lips twisted. I’m sorry, is Storm not leaving to track down an attempted killer? Did Amaris, who risked her hide going to the train station to find Rogue, not give her all in a whim of hoping to help your ungrateful ass?

You think you have all of the answers? Scott asked coldly. Please, by all means, with your twenty years of memories and knowledge, you think you can lead the group? Be my guest.

Logan sneered at him. The next time you have something snippy to say about me, say it to my face. Logan then walked past Scott, shoulder checking the man as he headed down the stairs. He needed a puff from his cigar, something to take the edge off.

As he approached the foyer area, he saw Storm, causing him to change his course. He walked up to her, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Need a hand with anything? he asked her.

She smiled looking up at him, then shaking her head. I think Jean and I have it all under control here. Her eyes then widened, holding a singular finger up. Actually, yes. There is one thing we could use some help with.

Name it, Darlin’

Storm hummed a little, approving of the little pet name he used. We need a babysitter.

Logan rolled his eyes before looking back down at her. What are you talking about?

Jean and I are heading to Boston to find the mutant who attacked the president. Charles and Scott are going to visit Magneto and see what he knows about it. We can’t just leave the kids here unsupervised.

He tilted his head from side to side. Amaris is going to be here. She’s a staff member.

Storm giggled a little. One teacher in charge of nearly eighty ward’s? I don’t like those odds. She approached Logan, placing a hand on his chest. His eyes narrowed a little at her as she closed the distance between him, his hands instantly finding her waist. Do it for me, please?

Logan grumbled a little. Well, since you asked so nicely… maybe I will.

I’ll take it as a yes. She reached up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, something Logan returned all too eagerly. Storm then walked away from Logan, waving at him before heading to the elevator. He watched her as she left, starting to think that Xavier’s school isn’t so bad after all.

So, did you enjoy the museum of natural history? Amaris asked him, sneaking up on him.

Logan was a little startled by her presence, though still welcoming of it. You see one sack of bones, you’ve seen them all. he commented. He then gestured between her and the staircase. You in trouble with your boss, your team leader, or Charles? he asked her, wondering what their conversation had been about.

She drew her lips into a thin line, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she looked down briefly. Guess you could say all three. she responded looking up at him.

Mari! Pietro called, casually walking up to her and Logan. Perfect timing. he spoke, then placing his hands on her shoulders and standing behind her, using her as a shield.

A man could be heard speaking rounding the corner. reviens ici, espèce de diable d'argent Gambit called, then spotting Pietro standing behind Amaris.

Because of her height, she stood only shoulder tall compared to all of the men around her. Logan was on edge, eyeing the hands of the silver haired man on his daughters shoulder. Outside, now. Logan called, freeing Amaris from his grip and forcing her to stand behind him. He stared them both down as he kept one of his hands on Amaris while using the other to point at the door.

The four adults all filed out of the foyer area and walked out to the main court yard. Logan had let go of his daughter at this point, though he made sure to stand just to the side enough so she hadn’t been blocked, keeping her away from the men. He pointed at Pietro, a vein in his forehead nearly popping out. I don’t like you, bub. What the hell are you doing here?

Pietro had been nervous in Logan’s company, unsure of how he would react. I came for Amaris’ hel-

Excuse me? she quipped.

He sighed a little, closing his eyes before speaking again. I came for the X-Men’s help. he spoke, correcting himself.

Logan’s eyes shifted from Pietro to the other man he didn’t know. Who the hell are you?

Remy put his cards back in his pocket. Remy Lebeau, le diable blanc.

Logan shifted between the two, craning his neck to the side to crack the joint. Why were you chasing him down?

It’s a simple misunder-

I wasn’t talking to you, fly boy. Logan snipped back at Pietro.

Gambit looked at Logan. I saw this couyon snooping around Mara’s room. I found him heading out of it, acting funny. I was only looking out for her, mon ami. His eyes then shifted over to Amaris.

She looked at Gambit, feeling grateful he had been looking out for her, though as her eyes darted over to Pietro, her brows furrowed together. Seriously?

I was just putting the flowers in your room. I wanted to make sure you at least had them in there.

Flowers, huh? Logan asked. Sure those couldn’t have just been sat next to the door, or given to her in person?

I threw them back in his face, when he entered the mansion while you were on the field trip. Amaris explained.

Logan turned back to look at Amaris. He could hear her heart the strongest, how it fluttered when the red haired man spoke and how it pounded when Pietro spoke. Is he bothering you? Logan asked.

She looked from Pietro up to her father. She didn’t rely on adults to make her choices or to defend her. She was still trying to get used to having a father, her blood father back in her life. Charles was her father in the emotional and stable upbringing she had. Logan was gone, though not of his own choices as they had learned previously. She brought her right hand up as she spoke, running her thumb over the thin pads of her fingers. Yes… and as much as I would love to kick him out of here, which i’m still half tempted to she spoke staring at her ex, He has reasons to believe that Stryker took his sister.

Logan watched her. The name flashed images in his mind, prints xrays that displayed metal bones, the soldiers on the mountain that attacked him. The same one that proclaimed they worked for him as he took Amaris’ bone claws. His jaw clenched as he turned around. Do you know what they did to her on that mountain? he roared at Pietro, taking a step closer to her. Maybe I should break one of your legs so you’ll know a fraction of what happened to my daughter up there.

Dad, she protested.

No, Amaris. I watched this scum talk to the shop keeper after you left her. He stalked you in Calgary, he just so happened to follow you to the cabin right before Stryker’s boys could attack you. Now, here he is less than a week later at Xavier’s asking for help? Giving you flowers? Snooping in your room?

Gambit watched the interaction, smirking the whole time. Don’t forget the part where he grabbed Mara and kissed her when she was pushing him away. He chuckled a little, clearing his throat. I should have done more than just pull him off of her.

Logan looked from Gambit back to Pietro. Amaris could hear the low grumbling in his chest before the distinct snikt of his metallic claws were unsheathed. Amaris watched in slow motion as Logan charged at Pietro before a blue and silver line filled the spot where he stood, dissipating quickly down the driveway and past the gate. Amaris huffed, crossing her arms. You coward! she yelled, then kicked a rock into one of the bushes, balling her hands into fists.

Logan turned back to Amaris, relaxing his hands as the six adamantium blades slowly retracted into his arms. Did he hurt you? He asked her, his eyes scanning over her face.

No, she replied clearly. Remy pulled him away. I should have let him kick him out.

Logan’s attention turned back to Remy. The other man stood motionless as Logan observed him. He didn’t know the man, not having met him until now, nor could he ignore how level he sounded when he spoke about the incident from earlier. Or how the beating of his heart never faltered when he spoke, indicating everything he spoke had been true. Do you know anything about him?

Gambit shook his head. Aside from his feeble attempts to woo Mara, and the sickening amount of cologne he was wearing; No. I don’t know anything about him.

Amaris could sense a shift in Logan. He was still on edge, and she needed to help him. We can trust Remy. she told him, walking up to Logan’s side. Her brown-hazel eyes looked down to her father’s hand, seeing how it trembled a little. Hearing how quickly he had been breathing was another indicator to his confusion of the situation and how he was processing it. Amaris decided to reach for his wrist, her hand slowly and gently wrapping around his wrist. Logan looked from Gambit down to his wrist, seeing how Amaris had reached out for him. His breathing slowed down as he then met her eyes with his green-hazel eyes. It’s okay, she whispered.

Logan had struggled being on his own for so long, what had been only twenty one years of life that he had remembered clearly. Struggling with discovering that he had more parts of him physically living on the same continent. Struggling with wanting to go back to Alberta and pick up where he left off at figuring out his next move to make money. Staying still and complacent.

Then there was a new beginning in front of him. One with his daughter, whom he had twenty-one years of catching up to do with. A beginning in New York where he could be in a safe place full of other people like him, filled with mutants who were not afraid to use their talents and learn how to control them. A beginning with a team who wanted to help mutants and humans alike all in order to protect their way of living. To be able to not just survive from day to day, but to live.

It’s okay he echoed as Amaris then wrapped both her arms around him, pressing the side of her face into his chest, listening as his heart beat slowed. His arms wrapped around her, one of his hands sinking up to the back of her head and cradling her to him. It’s okay.

The students had retreated to their rooms for the night. Scott and Charles had travelled to see Erik while Jean and Storm went to Boston to find the mutant they believed was responsible for the attack on the president. Logan stirred in his sleep, seeing a room with a strange table in the middle surrounded by raw concrete walls and a viewing gallery. Men could be heard cheering as corks were popping on bottles of alcohol. The sound of a guttural animal screaming drowned out their voices, along with the hail of bullets and guns firing. The searing pain in his hands woke him up, the last thing he saw was a blinding light through a door as he ran to it.

Logan woke up panting as he bolted up in the bed, his hands gripping the sheets. A few beads of sweat littered his forehead and chest, which now clung to the ribbed tank top he wore. He swung his legs off of the bed, running his hands through his hair as the cool night air filtered into his room from the open window. As he caught his breath, he grunted, standing up. Every night was filled with nightmares, little windows into his past. More of these windows presented after he read the journal, which now lays on the nightstand next to the bed.

He stood up, needing to sort through some of the feelings he had with a smoke and a cold beer. He slipped his boots on before leaving his room, walking down the hallway. The mansion had been silent, eerily silent. Every step he made even sounded like a muted thud against the hardwood floors. The kids were asleep, or talking lowly amongst themselves. He had heard the sound of a television playing. At first he thought it had been left on by one of the kids, though as he approached the room, he heard the channels flipping through some of the infomercials. Logan leaned against the threshold, crossing his arms as he observed a boy watching the tv. He watched as the boy would blink, causing the channel to change. Can’t Sleep? the kid asked Logan, never looking away from the tv.

Logan smirked a little before responding, How could you tell, kid?

The boy looked over at Logan from the side of the couch. You’re awake.

Logan nodded, finding his response humorous. How about you?

A soft voice chimed in. Jones doesn’t sleep. Amaris spoke, holding a blanket in one hand and a small bowl of popcorn in the other. She walked around the couch, handing the child the snack and then covering him up. He’s a great listener when I’m up late grading papers.

Thank you, Miss Amaris. he replied. She then walked out of the room, heading back toward the kitchen.

Logan followed her. Something keeping you up? he asked.

Amaris looked up at him, then shrugged her shoulders. The thought of my ex snooping around my bedroom kinda puts sleeping in there feel creepy. she admitted, then taking the corner into the kitchen where she saw Bobby eating a late night snack as well.

Logan looked at the teen boy, grunting a little. Doesn’t anybody sleep in this school?

Bobby dipped his spoon back into the container of ice cream. Guess not. he replied.

Logan opened up the fridge, looking around. Got any beer?

Bobby looked up at him, laughing a little. This is a school. Full of minors.

Logan shut the door, rolling his eyes. Is there anything else to drink aside from chocolate milk?

There should be some soda in the cabinet over there. Amaris pointed at with a knife she was using to slice an apple.

Logan walked over to it, grabbing one of the glass bottles. He easily popped the cap off of it, setting it on the counter. He then eyed Bobby before holding the glass over to him. Bobby chuckled before taking the bottle, blowing cold air into the drink. Logan watched as ice trails formed on the outside of the glass, making the liquid the perfect cold temperature to drink. Thanks, kid.

He then looked over at Amaris. She had been dressed in work out clothes, jogger like pants and a long zip up jacket. Her hair was in two long braids, wrapped in an orange wrap starting from her ear lobes and reaching down to her hair ties. What do you plan on doing?

I’m going to the gym. Might as well use this energy for something productive. she spoke before cleaning her knife and setting it down in the dish rack. Be easy on him, Bobby. She joked, winking at him before leaving the room.

Logan watched as she left before taking a swig from the glass bottle. Miss Amaris is a good person. She just has a hard time asking and accepting help. Bobby spoke up, watching as the older man shifted his gaze back to him.

What do you mean?

Bobby reached for another spoonful of ice cream. I started school here right before she became our English teacher. That was when that Peter guy dumped her. She closed herself off for a while. She threw herself into the gym, working out a lot, going down to the danger room and flight simulators and putting in hours there, mostly keeping to herself.

Logan leaned against the counter as Bobby spoke, watching him. Has she always been like this? he asked.

Mostly, I would say. The better person to ask would be Scott. He looks out for her the most, secondly to Storm. he set the spoon down, looking over at the man.

Logan knew that Storm was very nurturing of the students at the school, and to hear it even reached as far as his daughter made him feel good on the inside, adding embers to his fire. Though Scott hadn’t been the same kind man that the others discussed he was. Your parents sent you here? To mutant school? Logan quizzed.

He watched as Bobby’s smile faded, his tune changing suddenly. He swallowed hard before responding. Actually, they think I’m at prep school. Miss Amaris and Dr. Grey came to talk with my parents, it was Dr. Grey who told them this was a prep school.

Logan gave a quick nod, thinking about his words. Well, I guess lots of prep schools have their own dorms and large campuses.

Bobby chuckled in response. What about jets and superheroes?

Logan narrowed one eye. You got a point there. he took another drink. Why tell your parents this was a prep school instead of a mutant academy?

It’s complicated. You and Rogue, huh? Bobby nodded in response as Logan took another swig from his bottle. How do you two…

Bobby leaned back in his seat, shaking his head. We’re figuring that out.

While the two men spoke in the kitchen, an unknown threat began to enter the mansion. Jones had been the first to notice as he left the media room. He found two men dressed in tactical gear entering the mansion, their faces covered in various shades of green and black pain. The soldier then pointed a gun at him, shooting three needles filled with tranquilizers, knocking the boy out. The thud from his body had pricked Logan’s ears. He set his glass down, standing up taller. What’s wrong? Bobby asked him.

Logan urged him to remain quite as he slowly stalked around a corner. Bobby had watched as Logan walked around the kitchen, heading out of a side door. He stood up wondering what had been happening. About a minute later, Logan reentered the kitchen, though he had wrapped his arms around a soldier who had entered the kitchen, weapon drawn at the teen boy. You picked the wrong house, bub. Logan stated.

Only a few seconds later, the mansion had been alerted to danger by the super sonic screech of the student known as Theresa Cassidy. Bobby ducked down, covering his ears as glass began to break. The soldier began firing his gun as Logan yelled at the sudden sound of the girl's scream.

Everybody else had woken up as well, including Gambit who was resting in an empty bedroom. He was quick to jump up, grabbing his deck of cards from his side table and the staff he had leaning against the door.

Amaris had covered her ears, kneeling next to a rack of weights as the glass began to shatter. Then the screaming stopped. She stood up, instantly running out of the gym. Her students were in danger, and she was coming for blood.

Logan had tossed the soldier against the fridge before plunging his claws into the man's chest, disposing of him. Stay there. He instructed Bobby before walking out of the kitchen. He spotted a group of soldiers in the main corridor. Using his claws, he covered the first soldier's mouth with one hand before killing him, doing the same for the next three soldiers. Hearing their teammates fall, one of the soldiers turned around and saw Logan. He shot the tranquilisers at him, though this didn’t have the same effect as Logan easily powered through the sedation effects and killed the other two soldiers.

Amaris entered the main corridor, spotting her father and the fallen soldiers. I’m going to get the students out of here. She spoke, unsheathing the claws of her left hand, making her toward the student dorms.

Logan followed behind her, ready to take on more soldiers. The young girl snaked up the stairs, pausing on the top stair as she heard footsteps in the room next to her. She followed the wall closely, controlling her breathing as she rounded the corner. There had been a soldier who just entered one of the bedrooms. She quickly entered, kicking in one of his knees before staging him in the neck, then pushing him down to the ground. There had been a group of teenage girls huddled together. Amaris looked up at them, slowing her breathing again. Come on girls. We need to get to the tunnels.

Amaris stood over the corpse, guiding the girls around it and out of the room. She had heard more gunshots as they left the room before a big crash could be heard. She watched as a man’s body fell to the floor before watching a taller man walk through the opening in the wall, holding a child. Peter? This was perfect. Head toward the tunnels, I’ll cover for you.

Peter nodded, then called for the children to follow him. Amaris and Logan had worked in tandem, taking care of the soldiers who followed the children through the school. Amaris peered down a side hall, seeing a group of children being cornered. She quickly made her way down the hall, charging at the soldiers. She had been shot with the tranquilisers, though they did not have an effect on her, as she was easily able to push them out of the open window. Go find Peter, go to the tunnels. Go, now!

Mara! Gambit called, spotting her in the hallway. He ran toward her, Amaris spotting him and meeting him halfway. The two wrapped their arms around each other, Amaris careful not to accidentally stab Gambit. You need to leave.

Not until all of the children are out of here. She said, letting go of him as a soldier rounded the corner. Gambit was quick to respond, throwing a supercharged playing card at him, watching as the man’s vest exploded and sent him flying. She nodded, turning around to face him. Not bad, Cajun. She hummed.

Gambit smirked looking down at her. Not bad yourself, ange.

Amaris grabbed his hand, then started to lead him down the hallway. She paused before reaching a corner, making sure to leave an arms length between her and the corner edge. She listened closely as she heard somebody approach. She sucked in a deep breath she rounded the corner, claws bore. She then froze, seeing his silver-blond hair looking down at her. Forgive me. Pietro whispered. In a flash to Amaris and Gambit, but in a very short amount of time for Pietro, he had placed mutant power blocking devices around their necks, then zip tying Gambit’s hands together behind his back. He then moved to Amaris, zip tying her hands in front of her.

A soldier grabbed Gambit, injecting him with the stunning medication. Amaris watched as he sank to the floor. She then looked back at Pietro, feeling the anger filled tears begin to brim in her eyes. Why, Pietro?

He brought a hand up to her face, running his thumb over her cheek. He took pity on her, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her hair and then to her forehead. I hope you’ll forgive me, Princessa.

Meanwhile, Logan had managed to find Bobby, Rogue, and John Aldrich running away from the soldiers. He managed to keep them safe, getting them to the entrance of the tunnel. He shut the door, ensuring they would escape safely as he heard more boots colliding with the floor. He looked up as soldiers pointed weapons at him. You wanna shoot something? Then, shoot me! he growled, releasing his claws again.

Don’t shoot! a man commanded, standing in the shadow of the men as he slowly crept up to the light. Don’t shoot! Logan watched the silhouette of the man as he walked up the hallway, taunting him. Wolverine? I can’t believe it!

The man walked far enough up the hallway that Logan could finally see his face. This is the last place on Earth I would expect to find you. Must say, it’s astonishing to see Xavier house animals such as yourself. He sounded rather confident as he came to a halt nearly ten feet in front of Logan. Though, you are quite a unique animal. Just not a rare one.

Logan then heard the sound of a woman grunting as she had been dragged in by two other soldiers, Pietro escorting them as they stood next to Stryker’s side. I had always wondered what happened to that little ball of sunshine you adored. You would never shut up about getting back home to your girls. It was annoying how after everything I ever offered you was never enough to leave them behind you. I guess that’s why Kayla’s dead and you never saw this little one again. William had grabbed Amaris’ chin, forcing her to look at him, gritting her teeth in the process. You look just like your mother. He clicked his tongue, then looked over at Logan.

Who are you? Logan asked, his claws sinking back into his arms.

William smirked, letting go of Amaris. Come now, Wolverine. Don’t you remember? He asked, chuckling slightly. He then turned to Amaris, looking at her hands. Don’t worry your darling little head, child. Soon, I’ll make you into what he never wanted you to be. Stryker turned back to face Logan. A true monster.

A cold wall of ice began to form in the hallway, separating Logan from the group of soldiers. Logan yelled, trying to push at the wall. Bobby had come back with Rogue and John to make sure Logan would escape safely. Logan turned back to look at the kids. I have to save her! he yelled at them.

He’ll kill us all if we don’t leave. Rogue pleaded.

That includes you, Bobby added.

Logan looked back at the wall again, seeing their forms through the ice. After a moment, he turned around, entering the tunnel and shutting the door behind them. We can get to the garage through here. Bobby said, leading the group of four through the tunnels.

It didn’t take long for them to find the garage, still left untouched by the soldiers. They entered the first car they saw, which Bobby stated had been Scott’s car. Logan used one of his claws, using it to start the car. Rogue sat in the front passenger seat as Bobby and John entered the back seat. Logan floored the car, racing him and the children out of the mansion as quickly as he could. Where’s Dr. Grey and Storm? Rogue asked as Logan began driving down the winding road.

Boston, Logan replied, gripping the steering wheel tight as his knuckles turned white.

My parents live in Boston, Bobby spoke, half hopeful and half ashamed.

Good, that’s where we’re going. Logan stated, shifting the car again. He wished he could have stayed behind at the mansion, found a way to save his daughter, found a way to make sure the kids were safe, and figured out what Stryker wanted. He breathed heavily as he turned onto the highway. He needed to save his daughter.

She saved him already, just by showing him love and taking him in when he proved time and time again he wasn’t worth having around. Now, Stryker had her, and it was all his fault.

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okay friends, i have a serious question. We know Logan can smell other people, get familiar with their scents, and its canon he can smell their emotions/hormones. Do you think his biological kids can interpret smells in different ways? I am writing the second chapter of Take My Whiskey Neat and I was thinking about Amaris (my oc/ his daughter) having the ability to smell illness in others. I touched on it in the first chapter when she smelled the radiation on Senator Kelly. But what about smelling common illnesses or even cancer? As some animals have been known to detect it before people do.

Or is that too silly?

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the next installment of Take My Whiskey Neat is currently at 10,000 words. I'm still re-reading what i have and i'm adding to the fic, but i think i know exactly how to end this off. Do I just do a shorter cut than the previous chapters (both of which are 20k+ words) and then roll into the next chapter? what do you want?

I'm also super excited for the Stormverine / RoLo scenes!

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i have 5k+ words written for my third chapter of Take My Whiskey Neat, and i have all the muse/ideas to write what happens after this planned chapter, and not for the active chapter. Makes me wonder if i should do a time jump in it to the stuff i want to write.

i can't decide.

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Take My Whiskey Neat (Part 2)

Summary: Logan and his newfound daughter take a trip to Alkali Lake. One is in search of who he was before 1979. The other is looking for who her parents were before she joined Charles Xavier's school. Ghosts come back to haunt them both. How will they act when faced with these challenges? Part 1 Part 2Tags: father-daughter fluff, angst, canon typical violence, creepy stalker mentioned in first section, broken bones, use of firearms, use of an original character Word Count: 20k+ A/N: I do not own any of the characters mentioned except for Amaris Howlett. The divider credits are in my master list. Images found on Pinterest. Amaris' face claim is Devery Jacobs. Also, if you think something in here is written wrong (when it comes to the heritage of the character) PLEASE TELL ME!

Leaving the school hadn't been something she planned on being a forever thing. There would always be a part of her that stayed with the school, and it with her, beyond just the memories tied with it. Danger room sessions with her fellow X-men, crying to Storm when a boy broke her heart for the first time, supporting Jean when she thought she blew her chances with Scott, asking Charles why he gave her chance after chance every time she accidentally hurt somebody else. Of course, teaching the kids was another fond memory of hers.

Though none were more fonder than the sleepless nights she stayed up on the rooftop with him.

She was brought out of her thoughts when she saw Logan signaling to her, pointing at the next exit sign about a mile away. They had been driving for a good portion of the day before winding up in Toledo, Ohio. With the sun setting behind them, Amaris wondered if Logan wanted to continue riding along toward the Canadian border or if he wanted to find a place to stop for the night. They still had quite a way to drive to reach Alberta, let alone to get to the border of the countries.

Logan revved the motorcycle engine as he led Amaris and Jeep to the exit lane, aiming to find a place to lie low for the night. His mind had been whirling most of the drive, flooded with the memories of his life, the things he began to remember. The images that felt the most vivid were of him and Amaris when she was a baby. They were the warmest in his mind, a time of peace and comfort, along with the woman he saw. He couldn't believe he had a family, or that his memories and time with them had been stolen from him.

However, other memories flooded his mind. Brief glimpses of him in army uniforms, holding guns and other period clothing flooded his mind. So many visions of war clawed within his mind. He can remember certain scenes of different wars he had been in, remembering the look on other people's faces. He saw blood splattered across the floor of forests and pastures and heard bullets flying and ricocheting off of people and their environment.

What bothered him more was the pounding he heard in his head heavily outweighed the roaring of the engine of the motorcycle. He needed off of the hunk of metal, at least for a few hours.

The Jeep roared behind him as Logan found a little side-of-the-highway hotel to stay at, one of those big commercial ones. The big red sign advertised eighty dollars a night. It was the perfect pitstop for their long journey, and with a bar across the street, Logan knew he would find some peace and quiet in his mind.

He found a space to park the motorcycle, and Amaris pulled the Jeep up alongside him. As he stood up, the motorcycle creaked as it rose up into its normal fashion. Logan rubbed the palms of his hands, hearing his knuckles pop as if metal rubbed against each other. He watched as Amaris hopped out of the jeep, stuffing the keys into the pocket of her jeans. Neon lights began to illuminate the stretch of road they found themselves on before music from the bar began to play.

You are in charge of the rooms, kid, I need a drink. He tilted his head just enough to crack his neck before turning around and crossing the road.

Amaris rolled her eyes, grabbing both of their bags out of the jeep. She found her way to the main office, entering with the sound of little bells alerting the receptionist of her arrival. A little television was on a news channel.

"As of tonight, the New York police department, the FBI, and other governing agencies still do not know what happened on Ellis Island or Liberty Island last week. An up-and-coming group named The Friends of Humanity has deemed the act a mutant resistance, calling for a mutant registry. At this time, The Friends of Humanity have not been backed up by a governing body."

The receptionist hummed. We're better off without mutants. Freaks. The comment was made to himself, but with her slightly enhanced senses, Amaris was able to hear it.

If only he knew she was one of the few mutants responsible for the destruction on Liberty Island.

Or how many people she and the X-Men saved that night. Mostly the X-Men. All she managed to do was destroy parts of the museum and get her neck snapped by Sabertooth.

The man watched her as she approached the desk, setting the bags down at her feet. I need a room please, two queens.

He eyed her up and down, staring at her a little too hard for her liking. He looked down at a room registry he had, looking at the options. I can offer you a room with a king... and I'm not just talking about the mattress honey. He winked at her, smiling a half smile.

It appeared he had been missing the majority of his teeth, and the ones he still had were filled in with silver fillings. Amaris did her best to hide her physical repulsion from the heavier-set man. Sorry, I don't feel like sharing a bed with my brother. She remained firm in her response, though she could tell this didn't deter the man.

He looked back at the list, then clicked his tongue. hmm, I dunno...

Amaris looked over at the screen again, seeing the report about the mutants. About her, and her father, and her friends... her family.

Just, tell me you don't service... them... here. Speaking against mutants, against incredibly talented people like her students and her friends was something she would never do. It felt as if she had betrayed them with her words, but she knew others had to do the same thing.

He looked at the screen, then back to her. He nodded, writing in the document before him. It seems as if I do have a room left, with two queen beds. He produced two keys as Amaris handed him cash. What is the last name for the reservation?

Amaris squatted down, picking the bags back up. Howlett.She grabbed the keys after replying to him, making a quick exit, and turning in the direction of the hotel room. She closed her eyes for a moment, shaking the thoughts out of her mind. Calling her kind out like that just to gain the favor of the receptionist in exchange for a dry place to sleep for a while.

What would the Professor say?

Amaris had found the hotel room, entered it, and set their bags down on the beds. With nothing much left to do, she made sure to lock the door behind her, before entering the bathroom. She flipped the light on, the stale yellow-white light showed her the dingy countertop, small shower, and equally small toilet. She removed her jean jacket, turning and tossing it onto one of the beds. She began to run her hands through her hair, pulling the ponytail holder out.

Her hair was rather long, having kept to the traditions she read about growing up. She knew from an early age she had been Indigenous, mostly thanks to Charles Xavier who dug into her mind to see where she had come from. With his help, she was able to read and research about her native ancestors, the Blackfoot people.

Her hair was the biggest connection she had to her ancestors and her family. As it relaxed behind her, her hair stretched down to almost her waistline. The ends of her hair looked a little wind-sharpened. Nothing her hairbrush couldn't handle.

Her hair was the least of her concerns right now.

She could hear the door of the room creak open. Knowing she had locked it behind her and having both keys in her jeans pockets, she knew Logan wasn't around. She stayed facing the mirror, as the sink and counter area was exposed to the room behind her. She took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she listened to her surroundings.

She quickly snapped around, grabbing the wrist of the receptionist, pinning it backward to the point the man had grabbed his arm and began sulking backward. Next time, pal, I hope she isn't as merciful as I am.

He began to plead with her, sobbing "no's" between winces and groans.

Amaris flashed her teeth at him, as she growled her slightly sharpened canines shimmered in the dull light of the bathroom. Pull some shit like that again, and I swear to you, you won't be able to run back home with your tail between your legs. She then continued to walk him back toward the door, pinning his wrist back even a little further. She opened the door, making sure to lock the door behind her. Now, be a good little boy, and make like a retiree heading to Florida. She let go of his wrist, watching as he grabbed at it and held it close to his chest, turning around and making his way back to the office.

She knew it wasn't safe to be by herself right now, and she had a feeling Logan could easily get into some trouble here. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, walked through the little parking lot, and crossed the street.

The music grew louder, as did the sounds of voices flowing out of the bar. Logan sat at the corner of the bar, puffing on a new cigar he had tucked away in his jacket, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand before him on the bar top. His eyes darted from the glass to the mirrored-back bar watching the young woman enter the bar, walking up to his side and taking a seat. He turned to look at her, his fingers reaching out to take a strand of her hair between his index and middle finger. Has it always been this long?

Amaris pointed at Logan's glass when she made eye contact with the bartender before turning back to her father. Ever since we met last week. She really should have tied it back up again. I don't normally wear it down. It gets in the way.

Logan huffed a little as the bartender refilled his glass and brought one out to Amaris. He took another puff of his cigar, letting its smoke fill his throat and lungs before blowing the smoke out. I'm not a good person.

Amaris grabbed her glass, scooting it closer to her, the tips of her fingers covering the lip of the glass, holding her face with her other hand. What do you mean? She asked him.

He brought his glass up to his lips, swallowing the amber liquid in one gulp, setting the empty glass on the bar top. The burn was something he thought would bother him more than the conversation at hand, though here he was. I need to figure out what happened to me, what led me to where I am today. He tapped the ashes of his cigar into the tray sitting between them before he looked back at her. When the Professor...he gestured with two fingers to his temple, I saw things that I've only seen in the movies... and more.

Amaris looked at him puzzled. Her lips parted, intending to speak. However, she was caught off guard when a hand grabbed her head, forcing it into the bartop.

A shotgun was loaded, cocked as the hotel receptionist stood with two men. One of the men held Amaris' face into the bartop. Logan stood up quickly, his claws exposed. Amaris braced herself on the bartop, her bone claws were exposed, though with her hands not positioned in the right way, the two long claws that would appear at her knuckles were now forced through her palms. She groaned against the pain of the claws in their unnatural position and the sensation of the bridge of her nose grinding against the old liquor-soaked wooden bar. I told you she was a mutant! She attacked me at the hotel!

Some of the bargoers left the bar quickly, grabbing their items and leaving the scene. Some of the others stayed behind, unsure which side they would jump into.

Logan looked at the three men, pointing a hand toward them. You want to fight a mutant, fine. Fight me, leave her out of this.

The receptionist pointed the shotgun at Logan. You must be the brother she mentioned about. Mr. Big Man In Charge. I can see where she gets her sour attitude from.

Logan looked between the three men. He slashed at the shotgun, though not enough of it to disable the weapon. Kill the mutant bitch, Frank.

Amaris stepped on the man's foot, causing his grip on her to loosen a little. He dropped his head at the same time she threw hers backward. The back of her head and his nose collided. Amaris spun around, maneuvering the man around and throwing him behind the bar. Logan slashed at the gun again, destroying it as he eyed the clerk. Amaris moved around Logan, ducking down and kicking the man's feet out from underneath him, knocking the third man off of his feet and onto the ground. She was able to manipulate her claws back into her forearms, grabbing a fistful of the man's shirt at his neck, and standing over him.

Logan grabbed the other man by his jacket, Don't get me wrong, bub. She can have a sour attitude, and we share that. But that mutant bitch isn't my sister. Logan's eyes shifted back and forth as he looked down on the other man. He could smell just how terrified he was from the encounter. That's my daughter.

Amaris heard the words, though as rough and gruff sounding as he threatened the other man, Amaris instantly felt emotionally pulled to Logan. To her father. The man who just a few minutes prior stated he wasn't a good man. How did those words taste now?

Now, you just ruined my night, and I lost my cigar. Why don't I repay the favor by ruining that smug grin of yours? Logan brandished the claws from his right hand, a sinister glint in his eye as he smiled down at the man.

Amaris turned to look back at Logan. She knew they had to be better than that, to give mutants a fighting chance. Dad, we can't go around mutilating humans because they threatened us.

Logan held his eye contact with the heavier-set receptionist, shaking his head slightly. Mutilating? No. Plastic Surgery.

Amaris looked back down at the man below her. She let go of his collar, standing up straighter and running a hand through her hair. I think they got the picture.

Amaris turned to look at her father, though was met with a blade to her chest, right below her heart. The first man she tossed over the bar and came out fighting again. She groaned, feeling the blade begin to move as her muscles, tendons, and tissues began to regenerate before gripping the knife and pulling it out of her chest. That was not very nice. That hurt. She rubbed the spot where he had stabbed her, often finding open wounds extremely itchy as they healed. The man looked down at where her wound would have been, mortified as he watched it heal almost instantly with very little blood staining her shirt.

The man who had been lying on the ground had rolled over, getting to his feet, and ran out of the bar as quickly as he could. Logan stared at the man in front of him. Okay fat boy, you have about three seconds to get your glory hole friend here out of this place and go home before my patience decides to take a vacation.

Amaris nodded, still holding the knife in her hand. She bent her elbow in front of her, running the blade between the fabric of her shirt, wiping the blood away. Trust me, running home to Mama is the best-case scenario here. She whispered to the man, Frank, smirking a little.

The Howlett's watched the men run away in fear, grabbing onto each other as they hollered, leaving the establishment. Logan turned to look at Amaris, his once stone-cold facade cracked as Amaris found the concern that filled his eyes. She nodded a few times, waving her hand at him, letting him know she was fine. She put the knife in her boot, keeping it as a souvenir from the encounter. She walked back to her seat, picked the chair back up, and set it where she found it.

The bartender threw a rag over his shoulder, crossing his arms. He looked between the two mutants, shaking his head back and forth. Money is money, I don't care where it comes from. But I can't have you two here. Not because you're mutants, but because your presence has already drawn too much excitement for one night.

Logan grumbled under his breath walking out of the door in front of Amaris. She nodded, leaving some cash on the counter and grabbing the bottle he left where they had been sitting before following suit behind Logan. She looked down at her shirt, her fingers running over the sliced fabric. Look, let's get a couple of hours of sleep before we get back on the road.

Logan looked over at her as they crossed the street. You first. I still have a few hours left in me. It was a lie, but he couldn't stand being in Ohio for any longer than he needed to.

Amaris shook her head. You're the one on a two-wheeled machine that weighs as much as you do, if not a little more. She looked up at him, having been nearly half a foot shorter than him.

Logan continued to march on, almost ready to hop back on the motorcycle and continue to ride on. The only thing keeping him from doing so was his bag was now in the room, and he had no idea where he was going. I don't need somebody else to worry about me, he commented. He meant for it to sound absolute, however his tone betrayed him.

She could hear the slight fear in his voice, almost sounding like a whisper between the two of them. She handed him the bottle as an offering. She couldn't find any words that sounded right to reply to him. It was hard for her since she grew up in a safe place while he had wandered around without a clue about who he was or what he was. She had that luxury, he did not.

It was hard on him since he learned a few things about himself at the mansion. He had become a loner because of what a man did to him. He had nothing to go off of to find out who he was. Then to learn he had a family, a rather small one, but no less a family that he cared for and supported. Now, he was reunited with a young woman who was his young daughter once, at a point in both of their lives where they were dealing with their identities. Logan looked down at the bottle, accepting it from her, remaining silent.

Amaris led him to the hotel room, opened the door, and walked over to her bag. She pulled a CD player out with some headphones. She had a disc already loaded into the player, Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park. Logan looked at her, watching as she crossed the room again, taking a seat in the chair next to the little table. I told you, get some sleep. She responded, kicking both of her feet on the tabletop.

Logan took a swig from the bottle, narrowing a brow at her. He had plenty of time to brood around her, but he needed to make it to Canada. He sat down on the bed, kicking his boots off before leaning against the pillow and headboard and setting the bottle down on the side table. He relaxed his shoulders, shutting out the sounds of the world around him as police sirens could be heard approaching the bar. He thought they should have left, but he went against his better judgment, deciding sleep was better for them.

Amaris monitored the situation outside, parting one of the slits of the blinds to see the bartender meet the cops outside. He pointed down the road as they conversed. Music and lyrics filled her mind as she watched for nearly twenty minutes. The police left the bar, heading down the road in the direction the man pointed them. Amaris began to wonder if he was a mutant himself or just somebody unbothered and truly meant what he said earlier. There is still some good in people out there she thought to herself, looking away from the bar and back down to her CD player.

She skipped back to Crawling when she began to hear the subtle breaths of Logan who was drifting off to sleep. The lyrics suddenly became darker for her as she looked over at her father.

There's something inside of me that pulls beneath the surface, Consuming, Confusing

With a quiet exhale, Amaris looked away from Logan, looking down at her CD player wondering why she had decided to listen to this album.

In the early morning hours, Amaris and Logan loaded up the jeep with their items. There was no sign of the receptionist from the previous night or any of his buddies. Logan straddled the motorcycle again, a distinct creak of the metal filled the air briefly before he turned the engine over. They had enough gas to get them out of Ohio before needing to make another pitstop. Logan led the way, pulling out of the parking lot as Amaris followed him in the jeep. Logan seemed intent on leaving Toledo as quickly as possible. After the events of last night, she didn't blame him.

Amaris had never been to Canada before. The furthest west she has been is Nevada. There was a conference about mutants that her very good friend Dr. Hank McCoy invited her to. He was more like an uncle to Amaris if she had to label it. He is incredibly smart beyond his years. He had been one of her teachers once before he was elected into office, Secretary of Mutant Affairs. Amaris remembered the party the mansion had when he left, wanting to send him with a warm send-off. Hank had always been an honored guest at the school, serving as one of its first round of teachers, and a X-Men himself.

It was strange to discover she had been Canadian, though she knew everybody came from someplace. She wondered if Logan too had been originally from Canada. With the way he looked, he only appeared in his younger to mid-thirties, despite being at least old enough to be her father. She was twenty-four now, choosing to celebrate her birthday on the first of every year because she did not know when her actual birthday was. It felt nearly impossible to know that information now. If they lucked out, maybe they could find some information about Logan, and in turn, maybe about her too.

Or her mother. Kayla.

Amaris and Logan had crossed the Canadian border three hours prior. It was a nervous process for Amaris as it had been the first time she left the United States, though Logan seemed so calm and cool about the situation. He led the charge, stating they were returning home to pick up a few things before heading back to New York. She admired how quick he was to come up with a story, and Amaris was quick to follow up with it.

They arrived in Calgary, needing to find their next place to rest up for a bit. Logan had wanted to find a spot to drink while Amaris was more invested in doing research. She needed to find somewhere for them to start, and logically the library was the best place to start. Logan watched as Amaris grabbed her coat, using the thicker one that she packed since it had been colder out today. You really think you are going to find something at the library?

She turned to look at him, having just finished braiding her hair in a single braid. I'm sure I can find something out about Alkali Lake. You need to have all the information you can get so you can find some answers.

Logan finished lacing up his boots. What do you get out of all of this? We've driven well over a thousand miles in four days. Just for what? A road trip?

Amaris shook her head. I've had others help me figure out who I was, as a person, my whole life. I just want to repay that favor, and hopefully, help you not find out who you are. I want to help you remember what you were.

Logan stood up, approaching Amaris as he looked her over. He still couldn't shake the image of the woman, Kayla, out of his mind. He could see Kayla in Amaris, and he could see himself in her. It was rather unsettling for him, only because he knew that he had been emotionally tied to her already. He wouldn't know what to do if something happened to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, nodding as his lips pulled into a thin line. Don't get into any trouble here. I know you attract trouble.

Amaris looked up at him, confused if he was just saying that, or if it came from potential concerns about her. I'll behave. The only scrape I can get into is with a piece of paper from a paper cut. I promise.

Logan nodded, then dragged a finger over her hair again. I like it like that. It suits your face. Logan stepped away, grabbing his wallet, passport, and keys. This gave Amaris time to leave, heading out of the hotel room and walking toward the stairs.

To have a dad was a strange feeling for her. Somebody who cared for her, well that was something else. Her family was Charles, Scott, Ororo, Jean, and Hank. She had a familial bond with students like Jubilee, Kitty Pryde, and Bobby Drake. She had a couple of lovers in the past, all of them having left the school to go down their own paths.

Some days she felt she could still hear him walking around the school, or smell his aftershave. Her mind would play tricks on her in her most vulnerable moments, often feeling his presence wrap her up in a cool embrace when her mind was fighting between waking up and going back to sleep.

She approached the jeep, hopping into the driver seat and turning the engine over. As she settled into the seat, a big gust of wind kicked up behind her, and just as fast as it rolled through, the wind rolled right out. It certainly caught her attention, along with the very faint scent that came with it.

It couldn't be. It was just another trick of the mind, reminding her that no matter how much of a mutant she was, she still was human at the end of the day.

Amaris left the parking lot of the hotel as Logan left the hotel room, watching her drive off toward the library. He was ready for a drink, and maybe some pool. He knew he was acting hard on her, acting as if the situation wasn't something natural. He was having a hard time believing that he had been nobody to everybody nearly two weeks prior. Now he was a part of the X-Men, and he was a father. Or that his daughter was an adult in her mid twenties.

That he had forgotten about her.

It was honestly for the best for her. He couldn't fathom being a father. Could mutants reproduce? It seemed like a silly question, seeing as they were nothing more than humans. They just happened to have special abilities, as Charles taught him. What was so special about steak knives in his arms and healing abilities?

Logan huffed, heading toward the motorcycle, wanting his drink as quickly as possible, and space between him and Amaris.

While Logan went on the hunt for his next drink, Amaris found her way to the library. She was honest when she said she was going to do some research about the lake, however, she had a few more keywords she wanted to search. Howlett, Logan Howlett, Kayla, Kayla and Logan.

Selfishly, she wanted to know where she came from. What hospital was she born in? Where did her parents meet? Where did they live? Alberta in the Seventies had to be different from the turn of the century.

She parked the jeep, grabbing the notebook and folder she brought with her. She was going to find some answers, no matter how much time she had to invest in it. She owed it to Logan. She owed it to herself.

It was easy to gain access to the library. She approached the counter to speak with one of the librarians. Hey there. Can you help me find some information about Alkali Lake? There was a military base there, and I was hoping there was something about that here.

The older woman looked at her. Alkali? She asked her, confused before shrugging her shoulders. I'd suggest looking in our geography section. Third row to your right, toward the middle of the aisle. If not, come speak with me and I'll give you computer access.

Amaris nodded, parting ways with the older woman before heading for the section. Every footstep she took felt heavier and heavier as if walking into impending trouble. She could feel her breath hitch in her throat as she entered the aisle. A pounding sound echoed in her mind as she walked in the row, approaching the section.

She turned, scanning over the many rows of books. Her eyes read the spines as quickly as she could, eventually reading one that caught her eye. Alkali Lake: A History.

She reached out to grab the book at the same time a slight breeze swept past her. A figure now stood with their back leaning against the bookshelf. The book she was once focused on was now in their hands. He opened the book, flipping through the pages. Princessa, I did not know you were interested in lakes. His voice was velvety smooth as always, though his posture was different.

Amaris looked up at the man, his accent filling her ears once again. His aftershave filled her nostrils as the fabric of his jacket rested at his sides. Pietro?

He closed the book, leaning away from the bookshelf, handing the book over to her. What is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. His icy blue irises pierced her hazel eyes. Suddenly, they both were twenty and twenty-three all over again. He thought she hadn't changed in the slightest, albeit her hair was longer now.

Amaris took hold of the book, observing his features. His eyes and his hair were much different now. He almost looked much happier. Not a ghost, she commented, pressing her brows together. You changed your hair. The roots of his hair remained dark brown, though he bleached the majority of its length. Did you cross paths with Justin Timberlake?

Pietro nodded, running a hand through it. Do you like it?

Amaris smiled, nodding as he took a step closer to her. She exhaled sharply, then took half a step backward. What are you doing here, Pietro?

He chuckled a little, then pouted his lip. Maybe I missed you? He watched her as a flush of pink graced her cheeks. Last time I checked, this isn't New York. And it's certainly not the mansion. What are you doing up here?

Amaris looked down, needing to break herself away from his gaze. This didn't make any sense. What was Pietro doing in Alberta? Uh.. I'm doing some self-discovery. It wasn't lying, but she wasn't telling the whole truth.

Something the man knew about Amaris was her inability to keep eye contact when she was hiding something. Come on. How long has it been? Three years?

Amaris looked back up at him, doing her best to keep a stone expression. Four. Four years since Pietro decided to leave the mansion, wanting to find his father and know why he and his sister were pawned off to the care of Charles Xavier when their powers were activated. Something Amaris couldn't blame him for wanting, but to do everything in his power to keep her from joining him on his trip was something else.

Pietro whispered lowly between the two of them, holding his hands out to his sides as if throwing in the towel. What is that place? He asked, pointing at the book.

Amaris pulled the book toward her chest. I don't know yet. That's why I'm studying it.

Pietro spun on his heels, placing a hand on her shoulder. Perfect. We can study this book together, then. He had been more than half a foot taller than her, though Amaris had been shorter than most people she had met. She stood at a solid five feet and two inches tall on a good day. With Pietro being nearly six feet tall, she often found herself climbing on objects to be somewhere near or at his eye level. Before she could even put up a fight, she found herself walking in tandem with Pietro toward an empty table. Just like old times.

Amaris watched as he took a seat at the table, then she followed suit. Settling the book down on the tabletop, she reached for her notebook. The sound of whirling air filled the space again. Once she had her notebook and pen in hand, she looked back up to see him looking through the book again. Too bad super speed doesn't come with speed reading.

Amaris reached over the table, taking the book from him. Believe me, I remember. She rested back in her chair, flipping to the index of the book. You never answered my question from earlier. Why are you here, Pietro? She peered up, staring at him over the book.

I could listen to you say my name all day long, he cooed, finding it rather relaxing. He crossed his arms, leaning back in the chair as he balanced it on the back two legs. I haven't heard from my sister in a couple of weeks. Last place I knew her to be was in this freezing hell hole.

So you came to the library? Please, I know you better than that. Amaris flipped to a chapter in the index that piqued her interest, rolling her eyes at his comment.

Pietro hummed a little, looking at her. No. But the sound of Summers' motorcycle rolling through the city was certainly something of interest to me. He rested all four legs of the chair on the ground before leaning on the table. So where is Summers?

Amaris looked up at Pietro, fumbling with the pen in her left hand. In New York, with the others. Amaris brisked over the sentences in the book, pulling out a few points. A location of an old quarry. Knowing militaries could be finicky about their locations, she wanted to make note of the quarry.

Pietro tilted his head, looking at the notebook she was writing in. Then who's on the bike? Your new boyfriend? He tested her, wondering what he was up against.

She looked visibly disgusted. Gross, no. A year was written, 1973. He's a friend. Scott and Ororo saved him a couple of weeks ago near Laughlin City, just north of here.

Pietro nodded, pressing his lips together. So you are just escorting him home with Summers' motorcycle.

Amaris set the pen down, looking at Pietro. Didn't you say your sister was missing? Isn't that more important than wondering if I'm dating anybody?

So, you are single. He commented, smiling again.

She tapped the pen on the notebook, her patience running thin with him. I have other things I'm doing right now.

Pietro nodded again, looking into her eyes again. Like destroying Liberty Island?

Amaris set the pen down on the notebook, Sssush! she commanded, then looked around to make sure people did not hear him. She looked back at him, clenching her jaw momentarily. How do you know about what happened on Liberty Island?

Pietro chuckled looking at her expression. World leaders gathered on Ellis Island, and some funky shit goes down on Liberty Island. Mutants are to blame. X-Men were obviously involved.

Amaris crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair as she crossed her legs. What do you want to know?

For starters, what are you really doing here?

A pair of boots could be heard approaching the table. The heavy smell of a freshly smoked cigar filled the air. Amaris knew her father was within feet of her. She smirked, knowing it was her out of the conversation.

Logan walked up behind her, noticing the other man. He observed him, quickly deciding something was wrong with the conversation at hand. Is everything okay here? He asked Amaris, standing behind her.

Amaris smirked at Pietro. Yes. She turned to look up at Logan briefly before looking back at the icy man. Just catching up with an old friend.

Pietro chuckled a little. You have a funny way of describing friends, Princessa. Logan eyed him, and a very low growl could be heard emitting from his throat.

Amaris smirked, knowing this was more for her entertainment than anything else. Pietro, this is Logan. My father.She watched as his smug grin began to evaporate. Logan, this is Pietro Maximoff. He was a student at Charles' school. She could hear the shift in his posture as she spoke. Pietro is my ex-boyfriend.

Pietro stood up quickly, adjusting his jacket. He never knew Amaris to have a father, nor to expect him to look so young. Logan watched him, silent as he watched the man squirm around. Your fath- Pietro's lips drew into a flat line again. It's nice to meet you, sir. I need to go, though. I need to find my sister.

Logan watched him, a master of the uncomfortable situation, as Pietro backed away, retreating from the mutant duo. He exhaled the breath he held onto, then walked around the table and sat down. What was his deal?

Amaris shrugged her shoulders. I don't know. He was always skittish. She looked back down at the book, picking up the pen again. A word to the wise, never date somebody with super speed. You'll regret it.

Logan nodded. Is he trusted enough to know about us?

Amaris nodded, scanning through the book again. Pietro is known for a lot of things. Betrayal and snitching isn't one of them. She looked back up at him after writing some more brief notes. What happened with the drink and pool?

Logan shrugged his shoulders. The scene is rather dead right now. Plus, I knew you couldn't stay out of trouble.

Amaris looked up at him, narrowing one eyebrow. She set the pen down, studying Logan for a moment. She studied his features, how he sat in the chair, how smug he looked poking fun at her time spent with an unexpected visitor. Misery keeps company.

An older man approached the table, appearing in his early sixties. Logan? Logan Howlett? Is that really you, boy?

Logan was quick to turn to the man, running a hand over the back of his neck. Me?

Amaris knew this was an opportunity they needed to find more information. Oh, sorry sir. This is my brother, Robert. Logan is our father. She watched as Logan looked back at her, winking at him to make him play along.

The older man was still fixated on Logan. His lip quivered as he spoke. Really? No kidding! Logan would have to be well into his fifties by now. My God, rest his soul.

Amaris was quick to respond again. Yes, he truly is his father's son. She paused for a moment, thinking about the later part of his sentence. Yes, I was still very young when it happened. Robert had a car accident not too long ago and he is experiencing some amnesia.

Logan looked from Amaris up to the older man, nodding. Right... yes. Really bad accident, as I have been told. He gently kicked her foot under the table, earning him a glare.

The older man nodded a few times, then turned to the girl. You must be little Amaris! Oh heavens, I remember your parents pulling up to the yard with you in the middle. You even took a little tumble in my office once. Logan was so quick to pick you up. He was mortified every time, constantly looking for scratches or bruises. You were a tough little cookie.

Her eyes softened a little, hearing the story the man told them. She struggled to push those feelings to the side as she continued her investigation. The yard?

The older gentleman chuckled a little, holding his belly. The lumbar yard. I doubt you would remember any of that now. You're much too young for that.

Logan looked up at the older man, placing a hand on his hip as he spoke. You know, I can't remember where the yard is. I keep trying to remember, but it all is still very blurry.

The older man nodded, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder. It was about an hour and a half west of here. There's a house built on it now, but the yard was there. A little lumber mill area that was operational in the seventies. Logan didn't make much, like the rest of us, but he made it work for his family. The man squeezed Logan's shoulder, proudly looking down at him.

His family? Amaris asked. Sorry, that sounded obvious, didn't it?

The man nodded. Most of the other guys didn't understand Logan. He was focused on his work and remained silent most of the day. However, he always smiled when he saw Kayla. She was a pretty young woman, she would be proud to see how big her little one has grown. Just as beautiful.

Kayla was a pretty woman.

Kayla was.

A woman appeared at the table. There you are, Hank. You can't run off like that. She gently scolded the man, taking hold of his arm with hers.

Hunny, look. He pointed to Logan and Amaris, proudly beaming. It's Logan's kids.

The woman turned to look at the two mutants. Her face lit up as she recognized their features. Her face then drew into shock, as if she had been seeing ghosts. It can't be.

Amaris looked over at Logan briefly, rolling her eyes to hint they should go. Logan ignored the direction, pressing on. We were just on a little trip. We were passing through, and we remembered Dad was from south Alberta. What was the harm in trying to find out some things about him?

The woman nodded, clinging to her husband's arm. Logan was such a hard worker. He was very reserved. I remember the day we found Kayla... and the car accident.

There seem to be a lot of those, lately, Logan commented, earning him a kick from Amaris.

What do you mean by finding Kayla? And the accident?

The married couple looked at each other, a somber look in their eyes. They silently agreed, then took the other two open seats at the round table. They held hands, resting them on the top of the table before the man began to speak. It was the summer of seventy-nine. Late summer, as school had started back for the young ones. Logan and Kayla pulled up to the yard, that Camino was an amazing car.

Hank, these kids came here to find out about their dad. Not his car.She spoke, squeezing his arm.

Amaris picked up her pen, slid her notebook in front of her, and kept eye contact with the couple.

Anyways. Kayla drove off as Logan and the rest of the boys loaded up and headed out to the site. Some of the men said Logan had acted funny. One thing led to another, and Logan ran away from the site. The gentleman looked down at his hands, shaking his head. You would have thought him a deer or a baby moose with how fast he was running. We called out for him, thinking he was suffering from the effects of the heat.

We found Kayla's body. She had been attacked in one of the clearings. It had to have been a bear, or a mountain lion. There was so much blood. He continued on, seemingly a little more upset each time he spoke. Amaris looked over at Logan, trying to read his face as they listened to the story. His expression from his nose down was solid, mirroring that of a brick wall. His eyes betrayed him, revealing the shock and horror he felt internally.

The older woman began to speak. The next day we found the Camino crashed into a tree near one of the bigger bridges around here. The floorboard was littered with whiskey bottles and beer cans. We searched for several days, but we could only come to the conclusion that..

The opening under the bridge leads into Alkali Lake. It was nearly a hundred-foot drop. If anything survived an impact like that, there wouldn't be much left to battle the current from the waterfall to the lake. The man finished the story, feeling the need to owe it to the two younger people.

Logan remained silent, Amaris could hear his heart race as his chest began to swell with bigger and more rapid breaths. Do you know what happened to their house? She asked, wondering if, by some miracle, it was still there two decades later.

The woman nodded. Yes, it's still standing, though it's in quite disrepair. Some say they can feel their spirits there, living as if life hadn't moved on from them. It's a big reason why it never sold and was just left abandoned.

Logan broke his silence, tracing a small circle on the table with his index finger. Where can we find it?

The older woman nodded, holding her hands out to Amaris for the pen and paper. Amaris made sure to flip her work over to the next page and hand over the items. She scribbled the address on the sheet of paper and then handed the items back. I don't know what will be left over there if you're looking for something in particular.

The man nodded, staring intensely at Logan. I never remembered Logan to have a boy.

The woman shook her head. Hank, our memories are failing us. He looks just as handsome as Logan though. She then turned back to Amaris, smiling warmly. You should stop by and see Koko.

Who's Koko? Should I know her? Amaris asked, quickly writing down the name.

The woman waved her hand. No, but Koko can help you find some pieces of your mother's heritage. She has a little shop next to the post office. She sells things she makes with her family. The beadwork is amazing. She also happens to have some records about Blackfeet families for the last seventy years.

Amaris nodded, closing the notebook. Logan took this as his sign to get up from the table. Thank you for your time. We appreciate what you could tell us about good ole Dad. He turned to walk toward Amaris, wrapping an arm around her shoulder after she gathered her things, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. Really? Amnesia?

Amaris hummed a little as the father and daughter made their way to the exit. He won't remember by tomorrow, she spoke confidently.

How can you tell, Logan questioned her.

As they crossed through the doors, she turned to look at him. He is sick. There is something wrong with him. He has a tumor, I think in his head.

Logan narrowed an eyebrow at her. How can you tell?

Amaris sighed a little heavily. When I was younger, maybe around thirteen, I could smell this really strange smell on one of my teachers. It smelled like heavy minerals, mostly iron. I kept pleading with him to see a doctor. Turned out he had a mass on his kidney, noncancerous thankfully. After that, Charles and Jean helped me practice my sense of smell. I was able to detect tumors easily, but then I began smelling colds and flu before others knew they were sick. She looked down, chuckling a little. I could heal from those ailments very quickly, but I always knew when others were sick before they ever started showing signs and symptoms.

Logan looked down at her. That's how you knew Kelly was sickly? She merely nodded in response to his question. That's impressive.

Amaris chortled, Not as impressive as smelling emotions. That certainly gives you a major step up on the battlefield.

Logan groaned a little, letting go of her shoulder. Yeah, let's keep the battlefield talk to a minimum. He had still been battling the visions he saw about different war zones he had been in. I tell you what, why don't you go to that shop the old lady was talking about.

Amaris watched him as he walked over to the motorcycle. What are you going to do?

Logan mounted the motorcycle, fishing for the keys. Keep my distance, make sure Mr. Blue-eyes stays away from us. Before she could get a word out, Logan revved the engine of the motorcycle, moving it to a better position to take off. He didn't bother waiting on the younger woman, choosing to head toward the post office himself. It couldn't be that hard to find, though he could give himself some time to think.

Logan had plenty of new things to think about now, and with each passing day, it became increasingly harder to not think about at least one soft spot he had. He had found himself taken to Storm. He couldn't tell if it was her warm eyes, her cool touch, or her demeanor. She commanded the room and the skies. He found himself thinking about her in the time passing from town to town from New York to Calgary. She seemed to pop up in strange places when things seemed to be coming to a head. She soothed over what the problem was, and then directed the next move.

He wondered how she was doing. What was she doing? Maybe teaching a class? Or running a mission with the others. Or she could have been on a date with a man he didn't know about. Or showering by herself.

Amaris honked the horn behind him, gesturing to the light as if it had been green. He exhaled, taking off again as the two traveled through the city. Still, he couldn't get her out of his brain.

About an hour later, Logan was leaning against a wall, his arms crossed as he stared at the storefront. Amaris had been inside for a while now, speaking with Koko. He could hear a phone ringing in his pocket. He pulled it out, looking more like a shiny belt buckle. It was a design for the X-men, allowing them to communicate with each other. Hello? Logan asked, still keeping his eyes on the storefront.

Logan, how's the trip going?

He closed his eyes, his jaw tightening a little. Her soft voice filled his ear canal, and he could almost feel his arms chill up. Huh, didn't think I'd be hearing from you. He shifted his weight around, kicking a rock before looking at Koko's place again.

Storm giggled a little, sounding amused. You have a promise to uphold. I have something of yours, so you must come back at some point.

Logan nodded. Oh yes, I remember. The missing weight from his neck had been a brief reminder of what his next steps had been after looking into Alkali Lake.

Good. Then your memory should serve you well in order to answer my previous question. She mused, a different tone in her voice, one that conveyed professionalism, but also personal inquiry.

Logan took in a deep breath, crossing one arm over his chest and tucking his other elbow on his wrist as he held the phone up to his ear. We made it to Calgary super early this morning.

Storm hummed a little at the words. That's impressive. You guys must have hardly slept.

Had she really been worried about their rest instead of how the trip was going? There's a difference between catching a few Z's and sleeping.

Oh? She asked, sounding rather quiet on her end. What's the difference?

Logan whispered darkly, I'll teach you when we make it back.

Storm was silent for a moment, though not too long. Come now, Logan. You know, it sounds like you're flirting.

Logan watched as Amaris left the store, a bag in her hands as she turned toward the Jeep. Oh doll, you don't know me well enough. He had smirked at the end of his sentence. His eyes caught a brief glance as something blue caught his eyes. There had been a side door that blocked the view of who was inside. However, Logan could clearly see the frosted hair and light blue jacket combo. Hey Storm, can you do me a favor?

Storm seemed a little caught off guard. Yeah, I suppose I can.

Tell me everything you know about Pietro Maximoff.He watched the young man, who appeared to be speaking to whoever had answered the door.

Pietro?She stammered the name a little, quickly thinking about what she knew. He was a student here. He left about four years ago. He wanted to travel the world.

Logan nodded, now standing off of the wall and dropping his crossed arm to his side. He and Amaris?

Storm's voice dropped a little, sounding sad. Amaris hurt him in the danger room one day. Just a scratch on his forearm. They had a fight about it. He called her an animal and said feral animals belonged in cages. He left the next morning. She hadn't been sure she should have been telling him that information. Is everything okay, Logan?

The older man watched as the younger one left very quickly, in less time than a blinking eye. Yeah... His eyes then drifted to Amaris watching as she loaded up the jeep. Thanks.

Storm pouted a little on the phone. Logan?

His glance shifted a little to the distance as she spoke. Yeah?

Storm hesitated a little, then mustered the courage to speak again. Can I ask a favor?

Sure, he whispered.

Take me out when you get back.

His eyebrows lifted a little, hearing the request. His heart felt as if it had raced a little, stuffing his hand in his jacket pocket. Yes ma'am. Logan knew he would have to leave, and see what was up with Amaris and the store owner. I'll talk to you later. Logan hung up the phone before he could give Storm enough time to respond, then tucked the phone back into his pocket.

He walked across the street, approaching his daughter. Find anything good in there, kid?

Amaris had turned around to face him, sporting a new braid in her hair with some beads in the colors of orange, yellow, and red. I couldn't tell if I was ever going to get out. She mused a little at the thought. Nothing about Kayla could be found here. But Koko was sure to send us on our way with some elk jerky.

Logan wasn't sure what to make of it, nor about seeing Pietro snooping around. Let's take today to unwind from driving. We can leave tomorrow and head on out.

Amaris looked up at her father, giving him a nod. He turned around, heading back to the motorcycle. She had watched him as he peered around in all directions as if he was looking for something. She grew a little concerned, wondering if he had remembered something else from his past, or if he was itching to get out of Calgary now.

The Jeep was packed with their belongings. Logan had fixed his backpack, making sure they had items like flashlights, matches, and some other items. He didn't need the flashlights as he could easily navigate the dark with his night vision. He wasn't sure why he was able to do this, other than having heightened senses. Still, it was for peace of mind to have.

Amaris had bundled up, wearing a dark red shirt paired with a brown flannel and a cargo jacket. Her boots were tightly laced, and her bag was resting in the passenger seat of the jeep.

The two had traveled up the mountain range a little, finding a clearing they could stop at. Amaris took a moment to appreciate the mountains. The top was covered in a thick layer of snow, the trees barren as the wind kicked past them and out over the open body of water. It had smelled so fresh, the innocence of the lake below them and the untouched snow above them. It was simply beautiful.

Logan scanned over the area, for the first time in a while hearing nothing. He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling free from everything beyond the two of them. His mind could rest as he felt the peace the scenery provided them.

This peace wouldn't last long, as they both had their own missions. He exhaled, feeling the cool air he exhaled rush back on his face. I'm going to the quarry by myself. You should go to the house. He sounded firm in his instructions as if giving commands to the masses. We both have things we need to do, and we can't be in each other's way.

Amaris looked up at him, pressing her brows together. How do you know that?

Logan turned and looked down at her, putting one hand on her shoulder. Because what I am looking for isn't what you are looking for. He watched her as her eyes searched his. I'm looking for me. Who I am, who I was. You're looking for your parents.

Amaris exhaled a little, sounding like a gasp. I want to help you.

Logan shook his head as he watched her. Sometimes you have to do things on your own. He wasn't a sentimental guy, at least he believed that. He knew he had some things to work out on his own, but he couldn't subject her to his darker past. Logan closed the distance between him and Amaris, bringing his other hand to cup the back of her head. He embraced her, for the first time since he woke up in the infirmary.

Amaris hadn't been used to gestures like these from parental figures. Charles was her father figure, and he did his best. Yet, this was different. It was her father wrapping his arms around her. She could finally feel that security blanket she had been missing the majority of her life. It felt warm enough to burn her skin and heavy enough to bury her. It felt like home, what it should have been.

Logan placed a brief kiss on her hair, pulling away from the hug as he pinched the braid Koko had put in her hair. The pad of his thumb ran over the beads in her hair as his eyes lingered over them. Let's meet back here. If either of us don't return by this time tomorrow, take this phone and call the X-Men. Logan showed her the phone, put it in a bag, and then walked over to a tree, hanging it up on a barren branch.

She placed a hand on her hip, watching him as he hung the bag up. Does it have to be up so high? She joked at first, needing to exert some of her emotions. As he turned to face her, a smile crawled on his face, shaking his head as he looked down. Don't give me a reason to use the phone. She told him sternly.

Logan chuckled a little, now holding the keys to the motorcycle in his hand. Don't make me hunt you down.

The duo shared another look at each other before Logan mounted the motorcycle again. As he turned the engine over, some of the snow beneath him shifted. He started to climb up the road of the mountain again, leaving Amaris behind him.

The young watched her father as he continued on his drive, crossing her arms over herself, savoring the last little feelings from her father's warm embrace. It would be something she would hold onto until she saw his face again. She turned away from the beautiful scene of the snow-covered mountains and the still lake waters, entering the Jeep again. She turned the engine over, with only one thought on her mind. Please, Professor, watch over us. A simple plea was muttered before Amaris turned down the fork of the road, now making her way down the mountain pass toward the location of the house. The paper map had been weighted down on the passenger seat next to her, being her guide of where she was going.

For the first time in nearly twenty-one years, Amaris had been on her own.

And she was scared as hell.

She had turned the radio back on, playing a mix tape she had brought with her. The sweet instrumentals of Zombie began to play. The music filled the empty space of the Jeep, yet it still never reached her mind. There were so many questions she had been asking herself, and she was running short of proper resources to find those answers.

Nearly two hours later, Amaris came across the entrance of the road that would lead her to her childhood home. The closer she approached, the more she felt something was wrong. It couldn't be this easy to find the house without something going wrong. Her heart felt as if it would burst, and the pounding in her head grew louder and louder. She stared down the road, looking out to see the edge of one of the cliffs maybe a mile down the road. There hadn't been much foliage aside from some snow-covered bushes and grass. She had been so high up on the mountain that she could see bits of clouds that were leveled with her.

The woman shook her head, leaning against the steering wheel, a warm ball pooling in her stomach. She looked up to the sky as she heard the screeching of an eagle. She watched as it flew above her, circling a few times before turning toward the house, flying nearly parallel to the road. Amaris leaned back in the driver's seat, putting her foot on the gas pedal as she followed behind the bird.

She approached the house, seeing some piles of debris that were scattered about the property. The cabin house looked as if it was built in a circular shape with large beams on the roof covered in whatever debris could be tossed around. She shut the engine off, stepping out of the vehicle slowly as if her presence would notify an unsuspecting guest.

The eagle had landed on one of the beams that rested above a broken glass door. It watched as the young woman walked up a couple of steps where a once magnificent deck had been built. She covered her hair with her hands as she stepped into the cabin home through the broken glass doors. It had been four in the afternoon, according to her watch, but the inside portrayed a very different setting.

Aside from the bits of sunshine that poured in from the holes in the roof, the cabin home had been cast in darkness. She took a quick scan from right to left, looking at furniture that hadn't been touched in twenty years. The air had been a little stale-smelling, knowing not much had passed through this place aside from the occasional looter.

Amaris approached a medium-sized, round dining table. There had been a newspaper on it, the edges curling in as the paper had faded to a yellow hue. The words were hardly legible at this point, making its date useless. A wooden bowl had been knocked off along with a salt and pepper shaker. One chair remained, turned out to face the kitchen area.

She stepped over the piles on the floor where the ceiling had fallen in or where animals had made little nests to use. Some of the cabinet doors had been opened up, and a stary plate here and there remained. The young woman picked one up, running a finger around the rim of the plate.

Creak

Amaris turned around, exposing a blade she had in her shirt sleeve, throwing it in the direction of the creak. As quickly as her face turned from defense, her gaze softened, lowering her arm and catching her breath. What are you doing here?

Pietro, who used his speed abilities, caught the blade with his dominant hand. He spun the blade in his hand as he took a step forward, approaching the counter. You seem to like saying those words in the same sequence. He set the blade down on the countertop, then slid it across to her, leaving lines of dust on the countertop.

Amaris eyed him, not reaching out for the blade. You seem to like to pop up in places you have zero connection to. Her tone was cold, the opposite of their encounter at the library. You better start talking.

Pietro leaned against the weathered island, crossing his arms as he looked down at Amaris. You told me you were going to Alkali.

I did, it's beautiful. Do you need directions?

Pietro laughed darkly, his eyes raking over her form. I guess some people never change. His thumbs wiggled in the little cutouts of his sleeves as he rubbed circles into his arms. Why are you acting short with me?

Amaris gritted her teeth as she watched him. None of this made any sense to her, and everything in her mind had told her to run as quickly as possible. "Let's see, the last time we spoke, not yesterday, you cursed me in Sokovian. You called me a feral animal and said I belonged in a cage as if there was an opening in the zoo. You left without telling me.

Pietro exhaled sharply, looking down after her response. He remained silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. His piercing blue eyes met her warm hazel irises, stirring something between them. I was stupid, Princessa-

Amaris brought her hands up at her face level, curling her fingers and then resting her arms at her sides. Stop calling me that. I am not a princess. I am not your princess. I am an animal. You made that clear. I've made that clear.

Pietro reached a hand out to her, however she took a step away from him, turning around to face the ruins of her childhood home. She swallowed hard, tightening her eyes as tears threatened to spill over.

I was much younger then. I don't know what it's like to have powers like you, just like you don't know what it's like to have powers like me. He continued, watching her as she reacted to him.

Amaris turned around, tears be damned as she replied. You don't think I've ever imagined what it would be like to have super speed? Or angel wings? Or literally any other power? Do you know how much sleep I have lost thinking about how I hurt you? Or how I may lose control one day and hurt somebody else? Do you know what it's like to have pain constantly ripping through your hands when you're driving, or writing, or doing literally nothing? She felt a couple of tears stain her face as she watched him take in her response. Do you know what it felt like to sit up on the rooftop and watch you willingly turn your back on us and leave the mansion because of one shitty danger room session? You didn't have the nerve to tell anybody you were leaving. I had to watch you as you walked, and then ran away.

Amaris breathed heavily, letting everything she had felt out, mostly through her words. Pietro took another step closer to her, making Amaris take another step backward. Amaris, every time he spoke her name, he would always roll the r, I should have never called you an animal. I should have never made those comments.

Her furrowed brows slowly softened, returning to their normal state as her eyes widened at his statement. Her clenched fists that threatened to bear her claws loosened up as she watched him take baby steps toward her. This wasn't the normal Pietro she had been used to, somebody who had a hot temper and was quick-witted was now remorseful and acted wounded.

Scratches heal, they leave scars that have stories to tell. He then raised his jacket and shirt sleeve revealing the scars she had left. The very faint, yet defined scars. I've carried a little bit of you with me these last four years. Every day I get to wake up to you, and every night I get to say good night to you.

Amaris shook her head, freezing in place, as he finally walked up to her. He looked down at her and lowered his sleeves, the cold nearly affecting him instantly. Pietro, why are you here?

His hands reached to cup the sides of her face. Amaris tried to pull away but was unable to, only able to look down as a final tear left her eyes. I saw you again, and I knew I couldn't let you go again.

She could feel his presence begin to close the short distance between them, and instinct kicked in.

Control your breathing, and imagine the space around you, minimal movements make for big differences.

Amaris brought her hands up, forcing his hands off of her face. She walked away from him, walking toward the torn and weathered couch. I was never yours to lose. She looked down and spotted a blanket, covered in leaves and mildew.

Princessa, I-

Creak

Get down! Amaris yelled, rushing over to him and yanking him down to the floor. She could hear voices outside of the cabin, the sound of a couple of engines cutting off, and radio chatter.

Pietro collapsed to the ground with her, unable to hear exactly what she heard. What are you doing?

Amaris rolled her eyes, peering around the corner to scan the wall opposite of them. I swear the next time you say those words, you will be tasting them.

Found them, sir, permission to engage? came a deep voice from a man. There was radio static for a brief moment before the sound of falling glass could be heard.

Hope you have your dancing shoes on. She replied before stalking her prey. She had already been in a vulnerable position, being in an environment she had not been used to. However, she would make things work. She slipped over to the couch, flipping it over as two men entered the cabin. They fired their weapons at it, sending stray feathers and stuffing around. Amaris used it as her distraction, jumping out from behind the flipped couch and attacking the men. She had disposed of them, killing them with three claws to their chest.

Another began to fire at her. Pietro made his way around the counter, using his powers to move one of the bullets around to face the gunman again. Amaris watched as he fell to the ground and Pietro faced her, giving a thumbs up. Her attention was diverted when she took a stumble forward, feeling the burning sensation of a bullet entering her back. Fuck! she grunted, taking a moment to stand up again. She turned around to face three more gunmen. Of course, it has to be guns.

The gunmen began to fire again, several of the bullets hitting Amaris and littering her jackets and shirts. She charged at them, sheathing the claws of her right hand to punch one of the men in the face. She then unsheathed the claws again, stabbing another of the men.

She felt a wisp of air as Pietro joined her in the squabble, taking the third man and tossing him off the little deck. He turned around to see Amaris killing the other two guards, the backflow of blood splashed on her face as a dark look overtook her features.

Amaris stood up, her claws retracting slowly as she breathed heavily. She turned to look at her ex-lover, seeing a mix of emotions on his face. Whether it had been a post-rush of adrenaline he had, or if he had been mortified by what he saw, she didn't have time to care. She walked over to the man who was now on the ground. She knelt beside him, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt. Who the hell are you?

The man grunted, recovering from the fall he took. Wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart?

Amaris nodded a little, her jaw dropping slightly before pulling a half smile. Oh, you think this is funny? Amaris stood up, dragging the man by his collar as she approached the edge of the cliff. He squirmed under her grip, desperately driving his heels into the dirt. She had been strong enough to pull him to the edge, flipping him over to look down at the drop below them. I'll give you another chance. You tell me who you are, or you become the wolf's next meal.

The man's cries slowly turned into laughs as he looked down at the opening below him. You'll kill me either way. Why should I tell you who I am?

Pietro walked up behind her, holding his hands out. Woah, think about this. The Professor didn't teach you this.

Amaris looked at the man, then back to Pietro. There's a lot he taught you that you forgot about. She then looked back at him, now shifting some of his weight over the side of the cliff. Why did you come here?

The man shook his head, the same demented tone vibrated through his voice. You were not the target.

Amaris was puzzled at his response. Who?

You already know who.

Amaris felt a fit of rage fill her again. She screamed, picking the man up and throwing him back toward the house. She walked back to him, unsheathing her bone claws again. Who do you work for?!

The man looked at her, catching his breath. It's too late for me. She watched as he flexed his tongue, then heard the distinct sound of something cracking in his mouth. A couple of seconds later he began to convulse before a gray-blue substance seeped from his mouth.

Amaris stood up, shocked by his actions. She watched as he suffered through the effects of the self-ingested poison, looking at him with disgust. Pietro stood at her side, looking down at the man. He was at a loss for words about what he saw her do, how quickly she acted, and how ruthlessly she defended herself.

She heard the radio static again, coming from one of the corpses. She walked over to the body, finding a radio clipped to his vest. She picked it up, pressing the button. I don't know who you are, I don't care who you are. I need answers.

An older man's voice responded to her. I am not looking for you, pet. At least, not yet.

She had been disgusted by his response. Why were they always so creepy? If you're looking for an animal, you've found one.

He chuckled before responding. I know. Each member of that team was embedded with a microchip that would relay to us their vital signs. Seems you like to take direct approaches. You should keep up the good work.

Amaris shook her head, pressing the button again. You come looking for me again like this, or anybody I care about, understand no moral code will keep you safe from me.

Trust me, Miss Howlett, we will be seeing each other. Hopefully next time, it's in person.

She dropped the radio on the man's body, looking down as it rolled right off of him. She turned to head back into the house, though she was grabbed by Pietro. He firmly held her elbow in his arm, earning him a look from the shorter woman. We should leave. They will send more men out here.

She tugged away at him, freeing her from his grasp. Not until I find something. She didn't give him any time to react as she turned away and entered the home again.

Logan had found a part of the lake that had been mostly untouched. The cold winds came rushing past him as they moved the tides of the lake. Snow crunched under his boots as he took in the scenery. There had been a dam at the lake, separating a small portion from the rest of the lake. It didn't seem to be serving a particular purpose, other than dividing the two bodies of water.

He removed the cigar from his mouth, blowing out the smoke as he figured out his next steps. He found himself wondering what he would find at the facility. If it had secretly still been active, what would he find there, and if this would resolve his problems? The Professor had promised him answers, yet Logan craved more. He wished the older man would have magically restored his memory, and figured out what wall was blocking him from being able to remember his past and who he was.

Until two weeks prior, he was Logan, The Wolverine.

Now he was a father, a cage fighter, and an X-Man.

Logan found his way to the facility entrance of the dam, the place where he had been told there was a quarry. He came across a half-broken barbed wire fence with government signs on it. The broken fences and the decaying metal and wood gates told him that the place hadn't been touched in years, maybe over a decade. Logan was met with a white wolf at the gate, the two animals staring each other down. They seemed to have come to a silent agreement as the wolf turned around and walked into the facility. Logan followed behind it, making sure to give them each enough space.

As Logan approached the gates he looked to his left, spotting a sign.

Alkali Lake Industrial Park Department of Energy and Natural Resources

Logan pushed on, sliding through the gate to finally see what was on the other side. He looked around, shocked to see ruble about him, the ruins of a building were all that remained aside from the lake.

"No", he thought. This couldn't be what Charles had seen in his mind. This wasn't the right place. There was nothing.

Logan screamed out loudly, exposing his metal claws as he slashed at a decaying column, snow shuffling around him as the debris fell. He fell to his knees, looking up at the sky, crossing his arms as they lay in his lap. It was all gone, none of it was there.

He hadn't been sure of what he was trying to find, or what he would find when he did. Yet, this felt more devastating than finding anything. Another thing had been ripped from him, something he was missing was gone again, and this angered the man. Why was this happening to him?

Amaris had shuffled through the house, moving debris so she could look under it or access parts of the cabin that had been blocked before. Pietro followed her, keeping his distance as she tore through the home. Amaris, there's nothing here.

The shorter woman grunted as she moved one of the collapsed roof beams that had blocked her from a closet. I refuse to believe that. Something has to be here. She pulled on the doorknob, opening a closet. There were clothes still on the hanger. Nothing seemed to have been touched, the roof above the clothes was still intact, and no sun had pierced through. She moved some of the hangers, finding some flannels and band t-shirts. She had pulled one flannel out, her fingers running down the sleeves. It was a brown color, somehow having a lingering pine smell to it. Hold this. Amaris extended the item out toward Pietro.

He sighed, then took the garment from her. You came here for a shirt? I would have bought one for you.

Amaris continued to look through the closet, squatting down as she found a metal safe. She pulled it up, wiping her hands over the top of it.

Alkali Lake Industrial Park Department of Energy and Natural Resources

She stood up with the case in her hand. No, we're here for this. She walked around him, heading back to the kitchen area. She avoided the bodies of the men they had killed, a strong scent of metal filling the room. Amaris set the case on the countertop, her hands now hovering over the latches.

Pietro followed her, tossing the shirt over his shoulder as he hung onto it for her. What's the matter?

She looked at the words of the case, feeling a sense of dread begin to brew in the pit of her stomach. My parents lived here... I lived here. My mother died when I was three, my father lost his memories, and I ended up in Charles' care. She exhaled a shaky breath as she finally unlatched the case. I need to know who they were.

Pietro stood next to her as she removed the top of the case. He wasn't sure how he could help her at this point, other than silently support her. He watched as her small hands began to shake as she reached for the first layer of contents.

Amaris picked up a set of photos, letting out a sound close to a muffled sob. The top picture had been of two people standing in front of the house. The man had been Logan, his arms wrapped around a woman who was holding a baby. The woman was beautiful. The black and white picture had given Amaris her first-ever glance at her mother.

She flipped to the next picture, showing Kayla asleep on the couch. The third was Logan holding an older Amaris on his shoulders in the living room. The same living room where that once little girl killed militia sent out for her.

She carefully set the pictures back in the case, now pulling out a weathered folder and a journal. She opened up the leather-bound journal and began to read the first page.

My name is James Logan Howlett. My mother was Elizabeth Howlett, my father was John Howlett. I have a brother named Victor. I was born in 1832 in a private estate to my parents some years after Victor. My wife's name is Kayla Silverfox, an ordinary person compared to me, though she is extraordinary next to me. I have a daughter, my little moon. Amaris was born in April of 1976 in Calgary. I wish to one day give her a life worth living, and I hope that she is a normal human like her mother, so she may never live a curse like mine.

Her eyes scanned over the sentences multiple times. Her mind could not comprehend what she was reading.

James Logan Howlett... born in 1832

She lowered the book on the countertop, her shoulders slumping. Pietro's quick hands rested on the small of her back and her forearm. Princessa?

Amaris looked from the journal to Pietro, her eyes filling with tears again. Tears she had been terrified to release for days. For years. My father... he's - he's over one hundred and fifty years old. Her voice came in a whisper as she verbalized what she read. His eyes widened as he searched her face, wondering how it had been possible.

Amaris turned back to the book, slowly flipping through the pages. There had been mad scribblings of different dates in time. The American Civil War, The Spanish-American War, World War One, World War Two, the Korean War, The Vietnam War. Scribbling of troop numbers, commanding officer names, division classes, and military ranks.

The pounding returned to her head as she realized that her father had been involved in almost every single major war in the northern parts of North America for nearly one hundred years. This made his night terrors and mumblings sense now. He had been a man who had fought in turmoil for one hundred years, who only remembered the last twenty-one years of his life. This isn't fair. She muttered, closing the journal, unable to read more about what had happened to him.

Pietro set a hand on hers, pleading with her. Stop. Don't do this to yourself.

Amaris shook her head, looking up at him. I have to know what happened. She persisted, now looking down at the folder. Pietro removed his hand, watching as she studied the folder.

Amaris looked at a letter that rested on top. The handwriting had been different, more wispy and thin. Her eyes widened at the greeting.

Amaris covered her mouth as she turned around, leaning against the counter for support.

My dearest Amaris,

If you are reading this, it means I am no longer here and something terrible has happened. I only ever wished to burn this letter one day and hoped you would never have to find out the truth.

I hope I get to see you grow up. I want to see what type of person you become. I already know you are as stubborn as your father, which will be my biggest challenge when raising you. I also know that you brought a new light to his eyes the night you were born. I thought I knew Logan before that night, but he surprised me and became a different kind of man as soon as his big arms wrapped around your tiny little body.

I want you to know that out of everything you learn about what has happened, my love for you has never changed. It never will. What I did was something I will never expect you to understand, but I hope one day you will forgive me for it. I only wanted to save my sister, your aunt, from the ones who made your father into what he is now. I didn't want to betray his trust, as I do love him. But my darling little honey badger, I had no choice.

I may be dead less than twenty-four hours from now, either by the hands of your father, his creator, or his brother Victor Creed. Victor is a mutant like your father and I, he goes by Sabertooth. I will do everything in my power to make sure you are well looked after when I am gone if your father can not take care of you. When you miss me, only turn to the moon. It is there I hope to go so I may look down at my beautiful child. My Amaris.

With all of the love in the world, and the deepest of apologies,

Your mother Kayla Silverfox

Amaris fell to her knees, her chest heaving. She wanted to scream, parting her lips, however, her emotions were too thick all she could let out was a gasping sound followed by silent sobs. Pietro dropped down, wrapping his arms around Amaris, and pulling her toward him. What is it?

Amaris leaned into his chest as he held her, holding the letter close to her chest as her tears fell in her lap. My-my..moth- Another sob rumbled through her chest as her brain looped the letter back again. She buried her face into his chest, the zipper of his jacket scratching her nose as she tried to burrow deeper. Pietro held her in one arm, his other brushing down her hair, cooing to her in an attempt to soothe her. Amaris tilted her head up to look at him, breaking her silence again. My mother turned my father over to whoever made him into what he is now. She betrayed him, and now he doesn't know who he is.

She continued to cry as Pietro brushed the hair out of her face, then pulled her back in, cupping the back of her neck as he held her. Let it out. I'm here.

Amaris wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him closer. He thought she was human, and she lied to him... why would she lie to him? Pietro remained silent as Amaris tried to process her feelings, wondering how on Earth her father fell head over heels with Kayla, who seemed more than willing to trade him for the world.

The night had been the longest of Amaris' life. She collapsed into the arms of her ex as he stalked her through the Canadian Rockies. She unleashed a small portion of her animalistic side as she killed armed men coming for her and Pietro. She found some clothes that smelled of her father, found photos of her family, and found devastating news about her parents.

Amaris looked through the folder to see its remaining contents, mostly holding written communication from Kayla to Victor or to "Agent Zero", speaking about Logan and getting him to return to his brothers. Kayla had been working for months with Sabertooth to make Logan join them again. She found a plan Kayla wrote about convincing Logan, with her powers, that she had been killed by Victor. Plans that would lead Logan down a path to choose to undergo experimentation in the Weapon X program.

On the opposite side of things, she read through her father's journal, reading his stories from different wars. It was hard to believe that her father and Sabertooth, a man who had killed Amaris two weeks prior, had been the best of brothers fighting side by side in the wars. The words were sickening to her, reading about how much her father had changed for his family for him to never learn of Kayla's betrayal.

She walked out to the jeep, accessing the damage on it. The engine had been shot multiple times and various colors of fluid stained the snow below. There was no way she was going to be able to drive it back down the mountain, let alone across two countries. Pietro had run away like a scared dog the moment she left the living room area the night before, leaving her alone on the mountaintop. She looked over to the other vehicles that the militiamen brought. She knew they would be tracked by its agency, making it easy to find her. When she thought all hope was lost she turned her head to the side, finding another building on the property.

Amaris was drawn to the building next to the cabin. It seemed to be in rather good shape, as if it had been regularly checked in on from time to time. She was cautious in her approach as she walked up to it. There had previously been a large door that no longer existed, which displayed the contents of the building. Maybe it was an old garage door or a large barn door that no longer existed.

Her eyes were drawn to the center of the garage, something large was in the middle with a weathered tarp over it. She gathered a large handful of the fabric, ripping it off of the object. Her eyes widened seeing the restored 1965 El Camino the old man had told her about previously, sitting in the garage of its owner.

She laughed to herself, approaching the door and opening it up. The window had been rolled down and the keys were sitting in the bench seat. Oh, Dad. Her whisper filled the cab as she entered the driver's seat, her hands resting on the steering wheel. She looked down at the keys, picking them up as she eyed her damaged jeep sitting in front of the house.

Amaris put the keys in the ignition, switching it over. The rumble of the engine grew in decibels as she revved its engine, bringing the classic beast to life. With a new means of transportation, Amaris turned the car off after looking at its gas tank reader. The jeep had enough in it to fill up the Camino. She had a plan. Siphon the gas from the jeep, put the extra canteen of gas in the trunk bed along with everything she found, make sure everything about Xavier was out of the jeep, take the plates, and go. Once back in the city she could call Scott and get him to fix some documents to make the Camino legal with the plates and tags of the Jeep. It was perfect!

She packed up the case in the Camino along with some clothes that survived over the years and some photos she was able to save. Pietro had left in the middle of the night, needing to find a place where he could comfortably get warm. The young woman left the cabin home, regretting having ever searched for it. She would have rather lived her life without the answers had she had a thought that maybe something else had been working against her.

Then there was that group that attacked her, she had no idea who they were or who sent them. The threat that one day he wanted to was the next motivation she had to improve her skills. She wasn't a little Barbie doll to be played with when others wanted, she was going to be a force they dared not to cross.

She approached the spot where she had last met her father, seeing a figure in a leather coat sitting on the edge underneath the bag he hung up. As she cut the engine off, Amaris sighed, grabbing the case. It wasn't hers to have, it was his. She shouldn't have gone digging through the case, but she could not deny herself the anticipation of knowing its contents.

The woman trudged through the snow bank and then took a seat next to him. Logan looked over at her, taking in a deep breath. Pine, peppermint, and gunpowder. Amaris felt his stare, turning to look at him. Instead of answering the unasked question, she held the box in her hands, holding it out for him to take.

Logan looked at the box, taking it. He saw the same words as he did on the gate of the dam, hearing something shifting inside the box.

Before you open it, Amaris started, Just know that whatever you think after this, I still want to help you find the answers you're looking for.

Logan looked from her to the box. He battled with opening it himself, wondering what rabbit hole it would lead him down. Here goes nothing, right? The man opened up the case, finding it in the same order as Amaris found it. Pictures on the top of a life he didn't remember. The images did try to dig a response out of his mind, but nothing stuck.

The next thing he pulled out was the journal. He tapped his fingers on the cover of the book. There was nothing at the quarry. It's been destroyed by the weather, and I'm assuming other things.

Amaris looked from him to the lake below them, watching the water rippling around the little islands and the shores, looking down at her hands. Well, you missed all the action. She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Logan nodded. So that's why you smell like gunpowder, and you lost the jeep?

Amaris reached into her jacket pocket, pulling out five bullets. The one from my shoulder was the most painful to shed.

He looked from the bullets to the journal, his fingers pinching the cover. Hope it was worth finding this. Amaris' face grew cumbersome as she put the bullets into her pocket again, watching him open the journal. She watched his face switch emotions from curious to shocked, then to anger.

Logan's eyes scanned over the sentence, recognizing the handwriting as his own. It was cleaner though, practiced strokes with a pen. The man who wrote it clearly wanted his words to be legible as if he didn't want to forget who he was.

Logan let out the breath he held in his chest as he read over and over again the beginning paragraph. His name, his parents, his brother, his birth year.

Sabertooth? Sabertooth was his brother? In what universe would that make sense? The same man that had nearly killed him two weeks prior, threatened Ororo's life. The same man who killed the young woman next to his side, his daughter. Sabertooth's niece.

He swallowed hard as he looked down at the world. It only made sense why Sabertooth's vendetta ran strong against Logan. The man closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. This wasn't what he thought he would find.

Amaris looked up at her father, wanting to do anything for him. Unable to find the words, she did something she even thought herself was questionable. She leaned against his side, her head resting against his shoulder. People evolve over time. They change their clothes, their hair, and sometimes their personalities.

Logan opened his eyes, turning his head to look down at her. His chest heaved a couple of deep breaths before he looked back down at the box. Inside he found some more pictures and a folded-up piece of fabric. It was a canary-colored baby dress. He set the journal down, reaching for the little dress. He held it up with both of his hands, his thumbs and index fingers pinching the shoulders. His eyes scanned it, never imagining seeing something so little being able to wear it one day. He brought it up to his face, inhaling a deep smell. His eyes flashed open staring out at the lake in front of him but his mind faded back to 1976.

Memories of a baby crying could be heard. The crying turned into laughter. "Where do you think you're goin', little lady?" he asked the little baby crawling on the floor. He saw images of himself sitting on the couch as the little girl sat in his lap drinking a bottle or eating a snack. Images of him holding his little family filled his mind.

Logan lowered the garment from his face, looking over to the girl sitting by his side. She looked up at him, seeing the shock spreading across his face as he smelled the air around her. Amaris?

The woman stared at him, narrowing one eyebrow. Dad? What's the matter? She could hear his heart pounding a mile a minute.

He dropped the dress, his hands reaching out to cup her face, one thumb dragging across her cheekbone. I... I remember. His words came as a whisper as his eyes quickly examined her features. She smelled the same as she did as the baby he remembered, aside from the new baby smell. Cinnamon, fir wood, and evening primrose. His jaw quivered as his hazel eyes met hers. I remember you. Logan fell into his heart's wishes, pulling her into his hold. It had been a different type of embrace compared to the one before. Somehow, a different side of his personality awakened by the dull scent of his baby girl, now a grown adult.

Amaris's eyes were wide as Logan pulled her tightly, holding her close to his frame. She almost felt the force of his strength was going to suffocate her before long. It was then that he pulled away from her, looking her face over again. You look so much like your mother. He studied her as if it had been the first time he saw her.

Amaris bit her tongue as he spoke about Kayla, somebody she had been the most anxious to learn about. Now knowing her secrets and how it drove the family apart.

The sound of snow crunching thankfully ended those thoughts. Amaris pulled out of his hold, standing and spinning around, unsheathing her bone claws. Logan stood up as quickly as possible, discarding the metal case to the side as the metal pierced through his skin. He stood over her and she hunched down near the ground.

Men began to approach the two of them, guns pointed at them. Amaris could hear static again near her ear. Her tiny braid that was weaved by the older Blackfoot woman brushed past her ear. She listened closely as a slight hum could be heard near her ear. She gripped the lock of hair, using her bone claws to cut it away. She put a tracker on me.

Logan snarled as he eyed the team of eight men. One of them began barking orders. This can all be very easy for you. Surrender and we won't hurt you.

The mutant man shook his head. I'm tired of taking orders from men like you.Logan charged at the men, bullets beginning to fly through the air. Logan made his way to the leader of the group, piercing his chest with his metal claws, and then tossing him over the hood of the Camino.

Amaris ran towards one of the outliers as he began to follow her father. She ran up behind him, jumping on his back before stabbing him with two claws. The man fell to the ground, using the last bit of energy he had to fire his gun again. Unluckily for Amaris, it pierced through one of the tires on the Camino.

With two of the men down, the others began fighting without order. Logan used the body of the first man he killed as a shield, approaching two more and quickly taking them out with expert precision. Logan tossed the body of the man to the side as another man charged him head-on.

As the man knelt on the ground, Amaris ran up to him, using him as a ramp as she placed one boot on his back to give her a running jump at the man. She sunk both of her hands into his shoulders, using her body to her advantage as she shifted her weight around and maneuvered him to the ground. Logan had been taking care of the last three men while Amaris stabbed the man beneath her several times. If you're gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough, little girl.

The man used his weight against her, pinning her in an awkward position for her. In the flip, he wrangled one of her hands around, nearly snapping her wrist. Tell your old man Stryker says hi. The dying soldier maneuvered them one more time and a grueling snap could be heard.

Amaris looked down at her freed hand, only to see the three bone claws had been snapped off. She looked at the soldier who was slowly dying with a bloody smile as the missed three claws protruded from his shoulder and neck area. Amaris breathed rapidly, then hollered out as she gripped her wrist.

Logan had finished handling the business with the last of the troops when he turned around hearing her scream. He rushed over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. As he took a step around to face her, his eyes caught the sight of her broken claws, observing the jagged cuts of the bone. His hands reached out for hers, looking over the damage she took. Charles can fix this.

Amaris looked up at him, the pain in her face overtaking her drive to hide her emotions as she began to cry. She shook her head before speaking, He can do many things, but he can't fix my mutation. Her eyes shifted from his down to her wounded hand. Blood dried on her lip as the last little drop fell onto one of her broken claws. I'm sorry, I lead them here. Her voice came as a whisper, turning to look back at the lock of hair hanging onto a rock on the ground next to where they had been sitting. They're looking for you... and I led them to you...

Logan knelt down in front of her, shaking his head as he pulled her face to look at him. People will always be looking for me, I suppose. But you didn't do this. It ain't your fault, baby girl. He wiped away a run then ran down her cheek. We need to get out of here as fast as possible. Avoid that boy of yours, get back to the mansion.

Amaris looked up at him, pressing her eyebrows together. But Alkali and the quarry-

It's gone. What I have that's left of me is what you found in that case, and You. His voice faltered toward the end, cracking with emotion. His hazel eyes met her hazel ones in a different light from their previous interactions. Something in him came to life when he remembered her as his little baby, following him around the house and clinging to his pant legs. Dancing in her high chair as they listened to music or had been eating. Snoring softly on his chest with her mother tucked under his arm asleep at his side. I found you, and I ain't about to let you go.

Amaris leaned into his hold, holding her injured hand closely to her chest as he wrapped his arms around her long hair, doing his best to comfort his little girl. We're gonna take this nice and slow, okay? Come on. He spoke to her, his arms wrapping under her legs and behind her back, picking Amaris up into his arms. He walked over to the Camino, opened the door, and set her in the passenger seat. He closed the door, walking over to the motorcycle. As easily as he picked her up, he picked the motorcycle up, setting it into the trunk bed of the Camino. He finally walked back to the metal box, picked it up, and walked toward the car with it.

Amaris looked down at her backpack, knowing she kept the file safe from him. The last thing she wanted him to know was that his family was so traitorous to him that to know even the woman he once loved was willing to trade him for her gain felt wrong. Would he ever think the same of Amaris, who only wanted to protect him from the truth? Would she hurt him more by concealing these documents from him?

The pain of her injured claws receding back into her forearm had been more painful than the thoughts she had. As Logan entered the cab of the Camino, he looked over at Amaris, watching her knuckles and wrist heal over. He turned the engine over, shifted it into gear, and drove down the mountain. They needed to get to the Mansion as quickly as possible, for their safety, and for more answers.

Nearly three weeks had passed since the events of Logan being attacked. In that amount of time, he had become a part of a team that defended mutants while also protecting humans, learned he had a daughter, and began to remember his past. He recalled more memories from different wars he had been in with each passing day since reading his old journal. He could also faintly remember his brother's face, how they cared for each other well and had been close. Now, Victor was gone, a shell of what he used to be in Logan's memories.

Logan led the drive down the driveway of Xavier's Institute, the motorcycle roaring with the old Camino following behind him. As they approached the garage of the mansion, Logan could see students and teachers peeking through the curtains. He chuckled to himself, finding a good spot to park before turning off the engine.

He walked to Amaris as she got out of the Camino, slinging her bag over her shoulder. Well, that was a great vacation. She commented, grabbing the box of items she rescued from their home. What are you going to do next?

Logan pursed his lips, shrugging his shoulders. I should speak to Charles. There has to be something we're overlooking. He walked by her side as they walked around to the main entrance of the mansion. And you?

Amaris didn't know what she should do. There were a million things on her mind, but her next steps back in the mansion seemed a million miles away. I don't know.

Logan opened the door, walking through and holding it open for her. You'll figure it out, I'm sure.

Logan! Came a giggling-sounding Rogue as she approached Logan and Amaris. She carefully wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached to hug her back. Amaris had closed the doors as the two interacted. Some other students passed by, greeting the man as they walked to their next classes.

Did you miss me, kid? He asked as they let go of each other. He chuckled when she shook her head no. How are you doing since we've been gone?

Good, really. Find anything you were looking for out there?

Logan tilted his head side to side, then nodded. Just a few things. He watched as a teenager approached Rogue, looking to be her same age, if not a year older. Who's this?

Bobby eyed him, holding his hand out. I'm Bobby. Rogue's boyfriend. He sounded very stern as if warning the older man. Logan reached out to shake his hand. Call me Iceman. Logan watched as Bobby's hand turned to ice, freezing Logan's hand.

Amaris approached them. Bobby. There are different ways to introduce yourself. She spoke, then watched as the two let go of each other's hands. Bobby nodded, remaining silent. Bobby is one of my students. Well, as long as I haven't been replaced or let go of.

A set of heels could be heard walking down the stairs next to them. It's okay, you just used all of your PTO for the year,Storm spoke, placing her hand on the rail. Look at who's come back.

Logan had looked up first, meeting Storm's gaze as she descended the stairs. He smiled, watching her every step. Yes, well, I left something here when I left. I had to come back for it.

Storm nodded, reaching for her neckline and removing the dog tags, gently handing them over. Logan smirked looking from the necklace to Storm. I wasn't talking about these, he hummed, earning him a chuckling response from Storm.

Amaris looked at Bobby and Rogue. Why don't you two go study or something? Who knows, we might have a pop quiz this week.

Bobby groaned at the sound as Rogue's gloved hand took hold of his hand and walked away from the adults. What are you going to do, Amaris? Storm asked her, using this time to avoid Logan's stare.

I'm going to find our good doctor. I need a patch job, she wiggled her fingers, looking up at her father and giving him a wink before walking away from her best friend and her father. What a wild concept.

Oh, she's downstairs. We picked somebody up yesterday. You should find her there. Storm then turned her attention back to Logan, his hand still cupping hers as she held the dog tags. We're taking the kids on a field trip tomorrow. We can always use an extra set of eyes when it comes to the students.

Logan hummed, looking down at their hands before looking at Storm again. I thought we were going out? As promised.

Oh, we are, Storm stated matter-of-factly. Tonight, seven o'clock. You pick the place.

Logan nodded as she set the necklace in his hand before walking away from him and heading down the hallway. Yes, ma'am. He spoke to himself, feeling a warm pit in his stomach. He couldn't remember what it was like to feel for another person before. He knew he deeply cared for and loved his daughter, but this was obviously a different type of feeling. What was it about the woman that made him feel so strange?

Scott appeared in the hallway, crossing his arms as he looked at Logan. Enjoy your joyride?

Logan looked at the other man, nodding. He fished for the keys out of his pocket, tossing them to Scott. It needs gas.

Scott caught the keys, and then tossed them back to Logan. Then fill her up.

Logan caught the keys, nodding slightly. After I take Storm out. He turned to walk down the hallway, hearing Scott mumble a little.

Logan walked down the hallway until he found Charles' office, hearing him on the other side. Before he could knock he could hear the older man's voice in his head. Come in Logan. Logan opened the door, adjusting his backpack as he entered. How did you fair?

We found some things, but not enough. He took in a deep breath as he watched the man in the wheelchair. Somebody had followed us for a while. Somebody who i think you know better than Amaris does.

Charles looked at him perplexed. Who was following you?

Logan took a seat on the couch as Charles gestured to him. Does the name Pietro Maximoff mean anything to you? He watched as Charles face turned white. I'd say it does.

Charles signed, looking at Logan as he spoke. Pietro was a troubled student. He was constantly in trouble with the staff here and local law enforcement. I will say he did observe better judgment when he was around Amaris.

Logan nodded, resting his forearms on his knees as he leaned in, locking his hands together. I think he is up to something.

Charles looked shocked. What do you mean by this, Logan?

He showed up where we were in Calgary. Said he was looking for his missing sister, but I could tell he was lying. Logan replied, unable to shake the feeling.

Did he say which sister, by chance? Charles asked.

Logan shook his head. No. As he watched Charles' expression change, he knew something else was wrong. Does it matter which one?

Charles moved his wheelchair so he could look out a window. He watched as children played on the basketball court. No, but Logan, there's something you should know about Pietro Maximoff. Logan watched as Charles spun his chair around to face him. Pietro's father is somebody you've already met. To know that you've had a run in with him already is concerning, but to hear he is potentially searching for a sibling ramps up this concern I have.

Logan stood up, walking over to Charles. Who?

Charles looked pained as he looked at Logan. Erik Lensherr. He choked out, thinking about the potential trouble that was brewing. Magneto.

Logan searched the Professor's face, watching as the man seemed to fall into a deep sense of dread. He followed us around, showed up in the places we went to, but he was actually following Amaris.

Charles looked up at Logan, hearing his words. I understand that she is your daughter, but I must implore you, you must keep an eye on her. If Pietro has decided to show up in place she hasn't been before, or he for the matter, she must remain guarded. She loved him, but he-

Logan could hear Charles' heart begin to quicken, a sure sign of panic or fear rising in his veins. He isn't any good, is he?

Charles shook his head, remaining silent as the two came to a silent agreement. Something was wrong, and some type of storm was brewing.

Amaris had dropped her items off in her bedroom, making her way down to the lab where she had been told she would see Jean. She had been wearing one of the band t-shirts that she recovered from the cabin home. It seemed he used to like The Rolling Stones int he seventies. It had been one of her fathers as the fabric swallowed her frame whole. All she needed was a pair of JNCO jeans and she could blend in with her students.

Jean walked around the corner, nearly walking into Amaris. The women laughed, catching their breaths before speaking. It's so nice to see you back, and in one piece! Jean spoke, looking thrilled to see the young woman back. Amaris' face fell from a happy one to a little somber one. What is it?

She held her hand up, wincing as she unsheathed her claws. I'm mostly one piece.

Jean was shocked, bringing her hands to touch the broken bones. My dear. She whispered analyzing the breaks. They were terrible, jagged and splintered.

Amaris nodded, biting her tongue as Jean touched the bone. The broken ends felt like live wires as the older woman examined them. I don't know if there is anything that can be done about it. I thought you were the best place to start.

Jean sighed a little, then holding her hands between both of hers. Let me do an exam. I'll speak with the Professor and Hank. Maybe we can do something like a prosthetic or figure out if your bones have any healing properties.

Amaris nodded, then following Jean into the Infirmary. She stood next to one of the tables as Jean began to gather some supplies.

Well I be. 'His must be heaven. Came a husky voice.

Amaris looked up, seeing a man with long red hair looking at her. She tilted her head to the side. Why? Because I'm an angel? She asked in her most dramatic flirty voice, sarcastically replying to the age old pick up line.

The man shook his head. If you're an angel, then I'm in the wrong place. See, 'dae don't fly down here wit me. It's too low for 'dem, an' their wings would burn up.

Amaris laughed a little, making the man point at her. Tell me, what's you name, Chere?

Amaris approached his bed, finally seeing his eyes. His irises were reg and the whites of his eyes were black. Amaris, Amaris Howlett.

The man grabbed her hand gently as she approached. Remy Lebeau, at your service. He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, causing a warm flush to flash across her cheeks and down her neck. He looked up at her, then running his thumb over her knuckles. They call me 'da Gambit.

Amaris felt the smile creep onto her face before she could counteract it. Gambit, huh? That's a cool little codename you have there.

Remy gave a small nod of his head, looking up at the woman. I'm sure yours is somethin' to marvel at too.

Oh, no. I don't have a code name. She responded, forgetting about her hand at this point.

Give me a couple days, Gambit promises he'll give ya a nickname worthy to be chanted.

Jean cleared her throat as she entered the room. Amaris turned around quickly as Remy let go of her hand. This had certainly been the most exciting thing that has happened to him since being recovered by the X-Men.

Amaris left Gambit as he winked at her, having a funny feeling that by the end of the week he would have a different outlook on his life, and it might be due to the shy woman he met, Amaris Howlett.

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I’m thinking about writing out little stories scenes based on songs to pair with my Take My Whiskey Neat series, things that can happen in the past, future, or alternative situations.

Like imagine My Demons by Starset playing in the background as the black bird is crashing out. There are young x men on the ship and my oc (Amaris) is saving them by giving them parachutes and pushing them out of the jet. It’s only when she realizes that the last parachute is in Gambit’s hands. She knows she will do anything to save the jet in order to save the others. But Gambit isn’t willing to let her go down with the jet by herself.

Ugh! I need this!

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Take My Whiskey Neat (Part Four)

Summary: Logan, Storm, Jean, and their rag tag crew attempt to save the children who were captured from the raid on the mansion. While the professor is being forced to act as a super cell to attack mutants everywhere, young Amaris is being used in ways she had only ever read about. Tags: Canon-typical violence, torture, surgical scenes (no use of anesthesia/conscious surgeries), use of weapons, cursing, character death, could be more. Word Count: 18k+ A/N: I do not own any of the characters mentioned except for Amaris Howlett. The divider credits are in my master list. Images found on Pinterest.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Logan had pulled into the driveway of the Drake’s family home, through the guidance of young Bobby. Thankfully they hadn’t lived that far away from the mansion, roughly three and half hours away, though it was three and half hours that Stryker had to do anything he wanted with the mansion. Bobby led the group into his home. Mom? Dad? Ronny? he called out as Rogue and John followed him in. Logan shut the door behind them, locking it as Bobby looked around. I’ll find everybody some clothes. he spoke, taking two steps up the stairs. He then turned around to look at John. Just, don’t set anything on fire, please?

Bobby continued up the stairs, Rogue following him. John fiddled with a lighter he had, a shark painted on the casing. Cause that’s all I’m good for, right? he retorted, shaking his head as he walked further into the home.

Logan had examined the device they found in Scott’s car, a piece of x-men gear. Logan thought it was a phone, bringing it up to his ear. Hello? he asked, hearing static on the other end. However it never connected. He huffed, placing the device in his pocket. Where are you Storm? he whispered to himself.

Bobby came back down the stairs, finding Logan a plain white t-shirt from the back of his father’s closet. He then gave John a pair of his jeans along with a long sleeve brown shirt. John had been in the living room finding pictures of Bobby’s family. He observed one with their parents standing behind Bobby and his little brother Ronny. They looked like a little happy family, something John didn’t quite have growing up. He kept his life private from the other students which often made him an outcast, given he was hot tempered already. Adding fire manipulation powers to the mix was, quite literally, adding fuel to the fire.

The humming of the fridge drew Logan in. He swung the door open as his eyes scanned the shelves, sniffing about until he found it. An ice cold beer he had been wishing for over the last four hours. He pulled the bottle off the shelf, shutting the door as he twisted the cap off. He brought the bottle to his lips, taking a long drink from it. He heard a little noise, causing him to stop drinking. He tensed up as his claws extended, pointing them at the threat that approached him.

The cat, affectionately known as Snowball, sat on the island watching Logan. The cat then sniffed his claws before licking them. Logan watched the cat, his eyes softening as he observed the animal. It didn’t back away from him or retreat in horror, hearing the soft purring the animal emitted.

The sound of a door opening pulled Logan away, retracting his claws as he watched a boy, a woman, and a man filter into the home. The woman watched Logan before reaching down for Snowball who ran to her owners. The man walked around the boy, staring at Logan. Who the hell are you? he demanded.

Shuffling came down from the stairs again as Logan watched Bobby and Rogue come from the stairs. Logan, still holding the bottle in his hand, pointed a finger at Bobby as he was locked in eye contact with Bobby’s father. Mom, Dad! Ronny! Bobby had been happy to see his family again.

Sweetie, his mother spoke. aren’t you supposed to be in school?

Bobby, who’s this guy? his father asked.

Bobby looked from John to Rogue, Rogue to Logan, and then Logan to his father. He nodded a couple little nods. This is uh… Professor Logan. This earned him a look from Logan, narrowing one brow. Bobby knew he couldn’t hide himself from his family anymore. His honest self. If they were going to get any help from them, they had to know the truth first. We need to talk.

Charles woke up in a dark room. As he stirred he noticed the freezing cold bouncing off the concrete walls, then the weight of a device on his head. He breathed in deep breath to center himself as his vision finally cleared. He noticed the man standing in front of him, just a few feet to his side, had been a woman. Charles spoke up. William-

Please, Xavier, save your strength! You wouldn’t want to move around too much after that long and endearing flight. Stryker spoke, stepping closer to Charles. He watched as the older man leaned forward in his seat, wincing in pain. He laughed at Charles’ misfortune. Do you like it? I created it, a neural inhibitor.William brought two fingers up to his temple, tapping it. It keeps you out of here.

Charles looked over to the woman who had watched William, eagerly anticipating his next commands. Charles looked away from her, feeling restraints on his wrists. He pulled up at them lightly, knowing he was no match at breaking them. Where’s Scott?

Stryker leaned off the wall, rubbing his hands together. I’ve taken a page out of your book, Xavier. I have taken the liberty of putting him through some… re-education. Something you know a thing or two about.

Charles knew that William was a scorned man, somebody who believed that being a mutant was a choice, a disease that could easily infect others. William, you must understand, what you wanted was for your son to be cured. Being a mutant isn’t an illness.

Stryker turned around quickly, yelling It’s a lie! Stryker watched Charles as silence fell over him. The Great Charles Xavier and all of his mental prowess. I turned to you, of all people, when I needed help the most. Turns out you were more frightened of him than I ever was.

Charles leaned back in his seat as William approached him. Did you know that about a year after he returned home from your pathetic school, he did the unimaginable? My son, an illusionist, sat still without remorse or concern on his face watched as my wife put a power drill through her left temple. William started to grow erratic with his movements, pacing a little and shaking his hands. Jason resented us, told us that we were the cause of his condition, that we forced him to be this living embodiment of sin.

William watched as Charles’ eyes flicked over to the woman, Yuriko, as she looked down at her hands, her metallic colored nails shining in the light. William raced over to her, forcing her to bend her neck down. He pulled a syringe out from his pocket, dropping a liquid substance on her. After a moment she straightened her posture, a new look took over her eyes. For somebody who hates mutants, you tend to keep quite the interesting company.

William watched as Yuriko walked away. He smiled at Charles, an evil look in his eye. Mutants do serve a great purpose… as long as they can be controlled properly.

Charles shook his head, finally understanding the events of the morning. You. Charles almost sounded defeated by his own statement. You were behind the attack on the president.

William smiled, clapping his hands together. Excellent job Xavier! And to think, you didn’t need to even read my mind to figure it out. That's impressive! he spoke in mock enthusiasm.Do you know what baffles me, Xavier? The fact that I’ve been dealing with mutants for nearly as long as you have. Granted, our encounters with them have been, well… different, to say the least. In all of the years we have been working with them, we have never been able to figure out exactly how many there are.

Charles watched him as he walked closer to him again, unable to do anything but stay still and listen to the man’s ranting. Except there is one way. Charle’s eyes widened at the thoughts.

The sound of a woman's screams could be heard down one of the hallways, slightly filtering into the chamber. The scream sounded familiar to Charles, though in his current state, he couldn’t quite put a name to it. How many others do you have down here, William?

Not nearly enough. However, I did come across quite a few new additions to my collection.

The large door opened up again as a soldier pushed a rather large wheelchair into the room. The metallic sounds of a respirator device hissed every few seconds. Charles looked at the man in the wheelchair, mortified of what had happened. William! By God, this is your son! Charles exclaimed, looking at the rather large scar on the right temple of the man.

William shook his head. No, my son is dead! He stared Charles down as he passed behind the wheelchair Jason was in. This is mutant subject 143. He’s a special case, you see, he is able to produce a mind controlling agent from a secretion from his brain and spinal fluids.

You’ll never find the answers you’re looking for William.

Funny you should say that, Charles. I’m approaching the pinnacle of this plan. You are just the missing railroad spike from the tracks. Stryker headed out of the room, followed by the two soldiers who escorted Jason into the room. Charles was left alone with Jason, the sounds of his device hissing filling the room.

Stryker remained silent as he walked down the causeway, entering the room where the screaming woman had been. He watched as the doctor and used the scalpel to slice through her forearm, pulling the tendon sheaths to the sides and exposing the bone claws. William smiled sadistically as he approached the operating table.

Amaris had been strapped down to the table in metal restraints, the power blocking collar still on her neck. She hissed through gritted teeth as she looked up at Stryker, towering over her. As you can see, Dr. Williams here is excellent with a blade.

Amaris watched him, unable to move due to her restraints. I’ve seen better. he retorted. Her feet had been shaking from the shock of being awake from the operation they were doing on her, having both of her forearms cut into and exposed. There were tourniquets applied to both arms to keep her blood loss as minimal as possible. Her vitals were being monitored on a screen, and the low hum of the device around her neck rattled in her brain.

Stryker peered into her arms, seeing one beautiful set of bone claws in her left arm, and three nearly missing ones in her right. I remember when you were nothing but a little babe. Riding in your momma’s lap up to your dad’s terrible job. He left behind greatness, you know? Left your uncle in the dust as well.

Amaris had tried to contain her shaking, though she knew she wouldn’t, not until her body healed. What do you want me for? Huh? she asked him.

He tossed his jacket to the floor, grabbing a set of gloves. From you? Nothing more than your compliance. He picked up a set of pick-ups, medical grade tweezers, digging into her right forearm. She grunted through the pain, fire coursing through her veins as he poked at one of her broken claws. I created a masterpiece with Logan. So, naturally, I only want to perfect your image. You see, I don't want anything from you. I want to fix you. Make you my most successful Weapon X subject.

He pulled the pick-ups out of her, looking over at Dr. Williams. Remove these broken ones and the spare one over there. Then take one of those and put it in her right. I’ll have two matching sets over here within an hour.

You’re a monster. Amaris seethed.

William turned to face her, No, you are the animal here. He then stormed off, heading back out of the chamber. The doctor began to cut into her right forearm, preserving the nerve endings needed to house the new claws. Her screams filled the chamber again as the door closed, Stryker humming as he walked.

Logan stood up, crossing his arms as he observed the kids. Rogue and Bobby sat on the couch as he spoke with his family. John leaned against an accent table, igniting the lighter and closing the cap repeatedly. It was Bobby’s mother who broke the awkward silence. So, Bobby… when did you know you had… were a…

John looked at her, seeing how she fumbled with her question. He laughed nervously. A mutant? He watched her as the corners of her mouth twitched, staring at him.

Bobby’s father spoke up. Please, understand, we thought Bobby was going to prep school. An academy for gifted children.

Rogue shook her head. Bobby is gifted.

His mother looked over at him. Bobby, we still love you, you're our son. She looked between Bobby and Rogue, not able to shake the nervous feeling she had. This mutant problem is-

What mutant problem? He asked her.

She rolled her eyes at him. It’s complicated. she spoke, then grabbed the rosary around her neck.

What is it that you teach Bobby, Mr. Logan? his father asked, staring up at the man.

Logan wasn’t known to be a quizzical thinker. He just acted on impulse. Art, he drew out, which only earned him looks for the three teenagers.

Rogue turned back to look at Bobby’s mom, putting her gloved hands together. You should see what Bobby can do, it’s amazing.

His mother had been more focused on the tea she had, needing to calm and center herself. Bobby slowly readed out with a single pinger pointed. He touched her tea cup, instantly freezing the hot drink. His mother flipped the cup over, watching the large tea ice cube settle on the saucer. She set it down as Snowball came up and licked it. Ronny, who had remained silent, stood up, racing up the stairs and toward his room. His mother rocked in her seat a little, nervously rubbing her knees. This is all my fault. she stated.

John laughed. Actually, the mutation gene has been linked back to males being the carrier. So, technically, it’s his fault. he spoke, pointing at Bobby’s dad.

A beeping sound could be heard, similar to a ringtone. Logan dug into his pockets, pulling out the device. That’s for me. He quickly made his way to the back porch, shutting the door behind him. Storm? Jean?

Yeah, we’re here, Storm replied, taking a seat in the co-captain chair. Where’s everyone at? We can’t get anybody at the mansion to respond.

Soldier’s came, attacked us in the middle of the night. Logan explained, pacing the back porch.

Jean gasped at the news. What happened to the children?

We helped some of them escape. I can’t be for certain. he spoke. They took Amaris.

They? Jean asked.

It was Stryker. Pietro was with him too. Had his grubby little smell all over the operation.

We haven’t been able to get in contact with the Professor either, or Scott.

Where are you, Logan? Storm asked him,

Boston. We’re at Bobby Drake’s house.

We’re turning around to pick you up. Jean spoke, already in the process of turning the Black Bird around.

Logan could sense something was going on, hearing a rustling sound in the bushes. Make it quick, girls. he responded before turning the device off. He stuck it in his pockets, re-entering the house. Kids, come on, it’s time to go.

Logan, what’s wrong?

He looked at the teenagers, approaching the door. Now, come on! he called.

Though this effort came too late. His claws extended as he crossed through the door. There had been several police cars on the street with cops pointing their guns at him and the kids. Drop the knives and get down! one cop demanded.

There’s been a misunderstanding Logan explained, looking between the cops at both ends of the porch.

Bobby looked around, then back into the house where his parents were still standing in the living room. His brother was still missing, more than likely up in his room. It clicked. Ronny. He must have called them.

Put the knives down! the cop yelled again, taking one step closer to the group.

Logan looked at him, slowly bringing his hands up.I can’t. Look.

As he brought his hands up, the cop saw it as a threat. He pulled the trigger of his gun, the bullet hitting Logan in the chest, entering his heart. Rogue screamed as Logan hit the porch floor, blood beginning to stain the white t-shirt he had been wearing. Bobby and Rogue both slowly sunk to the ground as they minded where Logan’s body fell. John was the only one who still hadn’t moved.

Many thoughts raced through his brain, thoughts about what would happen if he were to follow suit with Bobby and Rogue. What would happen if he didn’t move? Surely the cops wouldn’t shoot a kid. No, as John saw it, he had two choices. He could fall in line with his peers, or he could take matters into his own hands.

Come on, kid. Just get on the ground.

John pulled his lighter out from his pocket, looking between the two cops. You guys watch the news? See all those terrible stories about mutants? His thumb ran over the switch, igniting the lighter. One day, you’ll see me on that screen… That day, is today.

With quick, fluid like motions, John directed the fire toward the police officer who shot Logan. The man fell off the porch as the blast of heat attacked his senses. John then directed the fire toward the female cop, sending her flying back off the porch and onto the lawn. John looked behind him, seeing two more cops rushing up at him. He directed the fire into the house, attacking the two cops.

Satisfied with those attacks, John looked forward, eyeing the cars. He then created a large fireball, juggling it between the police cars already stationed at the house. He watched as some of the cars flew up into the air from the explosions. His terror did not end with those cars, as he watched another car approach the house. Once it had been within a reasonable amount of distance, he directed the fireball to it, holding the cars occupants hostage against the heat of the fire.

Rogue watched in horror as John attacked the officers. She slipped the glove off that Bobby gave her, then grabbed John’s ankle to absorb his powers. She then reached her hand out, reabsorbing the fire and making it dissipate. Once the fires had been out, John fell to his knees, recollecting himself as Rogue let go of him. Wing began to kick up as the Black Bird approached the cul-de-sac, landing and lowering the ramp.

The bullet fell out of Logan’s chest as his eyes opened up. He rose up, looking down at his shirt, now wet with his blood and a hole in the fabric over his shirt. He saw the destruction around them, looking back at John. He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. Let’s go. he commanded, leading the group toward the jet through the mangled mess John made.

Bobby turned around, looking up to Ronny’s bedroom window where he saw his family huddled together. It was at this point he knew this was the last time he was going to his family again. If they only knew half of what had happened, things may have been different. They were too stuck in their ways to see that he wasn’t any different from them. He was just gifted.

Bobby turned around, following John up the stairs and into the jet. The kids all found a seat, startled by the presence of another mutant who had been sitting with his feet in the seat, covered in a thin blue fur layer with strange shaped fingers.

Logan approached Jean and Storm. Storm’s eyes widened, placing a hand on his chest below where the blood had stained him. I’m fine, ‘Ro. He then took the seat behind Jean, looking over to the blue-furred mutant. Who the hell is this?

The other mutant clapped his hands together, a strong German accent laid thick. Kurt Wagner. Back in the Munich Circus, I was known as the Incredible Nightcrawler!

Yeah? Well save the rest for later. Logan replied dryly.

Jean and Storm flew the jet away from the Drake’s home, needing to get out of Boston air space as quickly as possible. A pocket of turbulence came over the jet, causing the man to grip the sides of his seat, trying to calm himself. He hated flying. If we were meant to fly, we’d grow wings. he commented.

Once back in her cell, the power blocking device was turned off, allowing her body to heal. She grunted feeling an itchy sensation consuming her forearms for a few moments. Amaris walked back to the furthest wall, clenching her fists as tightly as she could, releasing the claws she had now. She looked down in dismay, feeling the sharp slicing of the metal plated claws rip through her muscles and tendons, ripping through the scar tissue built up over the years of using her bone claws. Instead of having six bone claws she now had four. On each hand she had one bone claw and one made of adamantium.

She felt a deep feeling of guilt, distrust, and anger fill her chest. She slid down the wall, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her left arm wrapped around the tops of her knees, her right elbow rested on the top of her knee, her hand resting on the top of her head as the stinging pain surged through her hands. Her incisions healed nicely, not leaving a single scar on her forearms as the stitches popped out slowly, one by one. Her mind, however, was a different story.

Across the way from her was Gambit. He walked up to the bars of his cell, his hands clinging to the bars. Mara? Is that you?

Amaris looked up, seeing Remy’s outline resting against the bars. She sighed heavily, trying her best to swallow her silent screams. Remy? she asked, lowering her hands and retracting her claws.

As long as the sun still shines and the skies be blue.

She wiped her nose before crawling toward the bars on her cell. She pressed her face against the bars, thankful to see his face. He had looked as if he had been beat up, his hair was disheveled and his jacket had been torn to bits. I don’t see any easy ways out of here, Cajun. She spoke to him. Her once lively voice was now very somber, feeling defeated by the violations made to her body that day.

Remy wanted to reach out and hold her, though the cells were strategically spaced far enough away that the thought was impossible. All he could settle for was seeing her face. Don’t think like that, ange. We will get out of here, Gambit promises.

Amaris looked at him, spotting the red-on-black eyes even in the near dark of the corridor. Don’t make promises you can’t keep. She whispered, feeling a new set of tears stream down her face. I need to get the kids out of here, if it’s the last thing I do.

Gambit rested his arms on the bars, seeing how her amber-yellow eyes looked shinny. It was then he heard her sniffling. I’d hold you if I could.

Amaris smiled a very weak smile at him, the sound of his heart beating drowning out the sounds of water dripping in the hallway. I’ll settle for listening to your voice.

He chuckled as he repositioned himself, now leaning his back against the wall. Gambit is more than happy to oblige.

Amaris took in a deep breath, wiping her face again with her hands. How did the x-men find you? her voice still sounded shaky, using his voice as her source of comfort.

Gambit rested his head back, thinking back to his rescue. I was recovering something taken from me. Just so happens that the person who stole from this thief was also a mutant. He happened to get the upper hand in the situation, leaving ole Gambit injured down in a bayou. Guess the professor could sense it, so he sends Dr. Grey and Summers down to get me. I’d been in that cold bed for maybe three days before you came walking through the door.

Amaris laughed a little, lowly, though loud enough for Gambit to hear her. It at least let him know her spirit hadn’t been broken. Your screams, chere, they are a battle cry.

What? she asked him.

You’re in there fighting, without your powers. You’re telling them that you won’t go down easily.

Amaris sank down to the floor, laying on her side while curling her arm under her head, facing Gambit’s cell. Animal’s go down fighting. she responded.

Gambit watched her, slowly following suit with her, laying on his side. You keep giving it your all, ange. Keep fighting them. Don’t let them take the best of you.

She sighed a little, wrapping her other arm around her torso. Promise me you’ll make sure the kids make it out of here safe, please. A slight tremble of her voice echoed toward the end. Artie is mute, but he will listen to direction. Jubilee is our firecracker. She may question you every step of the way, but she will follow you through the eye of a storm. Jones will make smart ass remarks, but he is extremely talented. she took a deep breath, thinking about the kids who had also been taken to this base. Kitty is quick on her feet and will be useful for finding hidden dangers. Jenny will be the most scared, make sure doesn’t focus on her fear. And Matt will run laps around you, making sure nobody is left behind.

Gambit could tell exactly what type of soul she had based on how she recounted each of the children locked up at the base. She spoke fondly of them all, clearly able to take quick notes of their strengths and weaknesses. If the kids were lucky enough to have Amaris as a teacher, they were going to be alright. I promise to get us all out of here safely. That includes you.

Amaris closed her eyes, feeling her arms tingling as they grew accustomed to the metal claws now laying within them. Only one of her six original claws remained in its natural state. The second was housed in the opposite arm now, and her three broken claws and her one good wrist claw were gone. She never experienced pain as severely before, nor undergone surgery before. Let alone being awake for the operation and feel every slice from the scalpels used, feel each of her muscles and tendons reacting to the foreign sensations. Yet, at the same time, she felt that had only been the beginning of Stryker’s intended transformations. I’m afraid. she admitted out loud in a whisper, looking back at Gambit.

Of what, ange?

She inhaled a deep breath again. I don’t think I’ll make it out of here like this. Her hand that wrapped around her torso grabbed a fist full of the medical gown she had been given. What Stryker wants, he typically gets. Which means the only way I am getting out of here is without a single ounce of humanity in my body… or in a body bag. Stryker wanted weapons at his disposal. Amaris could easily hide in plain sight as a militarized weapon. She was small, standing at a whole five feet and two inches tall. She could keep to small spaces and make easy entrances and exits. Much easier to conceal versus a six foot two inch tall man.

I just got my dad back. I just started getting used to the idea of actively working on the x-men team instead of being on the sidelines. I even enjoyed our time together, Remy, though it’s been short.

Gambit hummed a little. Once we’re out of here, chere, I’ll give you all the time you want.

Get some rest, Gambit. We don’t know how much time we have.

Good night, Amaris. he spoke, slipping one arm out of the cell, outstretched toward her.

Amaris reached her hand out as well, resting it on the corridor floor. Good night, Remy.

Charles had been struggling, finding a sense of peace standing in his office back in the mansion. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the mansion sounded quiet. It was all screen, almost as if it had been something he was supposed to be doing at that time.

He was standing.

A soft rippled of a white light pulsed behind him. Jason, stop it! Charles shouted, pulling himself out of the illusion the other man had put him in. Don’t do this. You’re father is using you in an attempt to kill us all.

The other man stared at him, unable to talk or move. All he could do was stare. It was easy for him to compel a new world into his mind.

Charles was in a hallway at the mansion. He could hear a girl crying, sitting in a corner hiding away. He looked over at her. Are they gone? she asked him, sniffling.

Xavier nodded. You can come out now. He watched as she crawled out from the side of the desk, then standing up and walking up to him. Charles reached a hand out, this thumb wiping away her tears. Come with me. We must find the others.

How will we do that? she asked him.

We’ll use Cerebro. he explained. He then started moving the wheelchair down the hallway, holding the girl's hand as they made their way through the mansion.

The crew had a rather interesting journey heading back toward the mansion. Due to John’s actions back at the Drake house in Boston, the Black Bird had been tracked down by military planes. After not giving into their commands, the military jets targeted the Black Bird, intending to bring it down and eliminate the threat.Jean and Storm had mauvered the jet to avoid their targeting systems, including inverting the jet at one point, creating a wide spread breakout of tornados, and using Jean’s abilities to destroy both of the bogie missiles sent after them. Though, as the last missile blew up right outside of the jet and tore a hole into it, Rouge fell out after not securing herself with the seat belt. Nightcrawler proved useful, teleporting to her and bringing her back to the jet.

They had lost so much altitude that they had all been sure they were going to perish in a crash. Luckily for their skins, and by some twist of fate, they had come back into the company of Magneto and Mystique. Magneto had used his powers to slow the jet down right before it collided with the ground. A true had been made between the two rivals, all in the name of Charles Xavier.

Logan had finished setting up his tent, dusting his hands on his jeans. Storm walked up to him, handing him a jacket. It’s Scott’s size, but if you can fit into one of his suits, you should be able to fit into this.

Logan looked at the jacket, spotting a black t-shirt tucked neatly into it. Thanks, he replied. He set the jacket down on the top of the tent, ripping the white and bloody t-shirt off. Storm’s eyes wandered his chest as he grabbed the black t-shirt. He caught her out of the corner of his eye, slowing down his movements briefly, chuckling under his breath before slipping the shirt on. He then grabbed the jacket, running his arms through the holes and adjusting the fabric. It’ll do for now, I’m sure.

Storm smiled up at Logan, though it slowly fell. I’m sorry about what happened at the mansion. And about the students, and everybody else. I’m just so worried about them.

Logan could tell she had been bothered by the situation deeply. He hadn’t seen her upset before. Angry, yes, happy, yes. This was new to him, seeing her so vulnerable, and she trusted him enough to see her in that state. Hey, hey. It wasn’t your fault. he spoke, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace. Storm blinked through the tears that threatened to spill over, wrapping her arms around Logan. She had been safe the entire time, tracking down Nightcrawler in the abandoned church in Boston while Logan had to fight soldiers and helped the children escape. He had to come face to face with his past, and watch as his daughter was held hostage from him. It wasn’t fair.

It’s not your fault, either. she spoke against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head, rubbing soothing circles on her back. Logan hadn’t known Storm for very long, yet he could tell she had been something different than he ever thought imaginable in life. She was always looking out for others, looking out for the safety and well being of the children and staff, wanting to make sure the kids knew they were safe with them. Just to hear that some of them had been taken by Stryker. Someone that knew Logan, but Logan couldn’t remember him. We will find her, Logan.

He moved his head, then pressed a kiss to the top of Storm’s hair, finding peace in her hold. It had been something he felt he had been missing for a long time, unknown to him until it happened. We’re going to find the professor, Scott, and the children. We will fix up the mansion, make sure something like this never happens again. Not as long as I’m around.

Storm tilted her chin up to look at him, her eyes shifting between both of his. Had that been a statement he used to provide her comfort? Or had he made a promise to stay around for a longer amount of time? So much has happened in such a little amount of time. Up felt like it was down, right seemed left, day felt like night. Logan?

He looked at her, offering a soft smile. I’m going to make sure everybody makes it back safely. I won’t leave until everyone is back, or until I’m not wanted anymore. He knew his time at the mansion had been chaotic, even borderline insane, though he began to find a sense of belonging there. He wasn’t the school teacher type, but maybe they could use him for other practical things. Maybe a live-in handyman? A groundskeeper? The resident drunk that sits in the corner and broods most of the day. I have a sneaky suspicion that between you and Amaris, the latter sounds unlikely.

Storm laced her arms behind his neck, securing herself neatly in his hold. I want you to stay here, with us. She leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips. Logan pulled her closer to him, one hand cradling the side of her neck as his thumb rested on her cheek. Storm wrapped one hand at the base of his neck as they moved in tandem with the other.

A twig snapped near them, causing the two to break away from their brief make-out session. This makes so much more sense now, Mystique chided at the two. Come to the fire pit. We have much to discuss. She turned around, sauntering away from the couple.

Logan watched as she walked away, balling one hand into a fist. Storm watched him, placing her hand over his as her fingers caressed his knuckles. Another time. If we want to save the professor and the children, we will need their help.

Logan looked down at Storm, knowing that what she had said was true. He didn’t like it, but he knew that his previous adversary would do anything to keep Charles safe. He often wondered about their past and what had happened for them to form such a trusting bond with each other, only to be on opposing sides in the politics and war zones of mutant rights. He let go of her waist, taking her fingers between his. We’re sure there’s no other way?

Storm shook her head as they began walking toward the firepit. We don’t have the time or the resources to find another way.

Magneto had been sitting on a log next to the fire, removing his gloves and holding his hands out toward the flames. His telepathic blocking helmet rested next to him as Logan and Storm approached hand-in-hand. Magneto looked at the two, taking a few mental notes. Jean soon joined the group, holding a couple of tools she had been using on the jet for repairs. Mystique then joined, standing behind Magneto, fresh from his jail break. I’m certain you have all heard of his name before. The person responsible for the attack on your precious school is Colonel William Stryker. He could have a multitude of reasons to invade it, though he had one intention in mind. He wanted Cerebro. He then looked around the group. I have reasons to believe he is close enough to finishing one of his own.

How could he do that? Jean asked. There’s only one mutant on the planet who could operate Cerebro, and that the professor.

Magneto nodded, I also believe he knows that, which is why my very dear friend is still alive.

Alive? Storm asked, sounding relieved. Though her face began to fall as she made eye contact with Jean. Wait… Oh my God. her jaw dropped slightly.

Logan watched the girls, seeing Storm’s facial expressions then noticing a slight color change in Jean’s. What’s going on? What do you know?

Magneto laid down the groundwork for Logan. Once Charles is inside of Cerebro, he is able to connect to every human or every mutant in existence, neither at the same time. If he were to focus on one group hard enough, he could kill us all.

Storm collected herself, looking at Magneto. How would Stryker even know what Cerebro is? Or what it does?

Magneto exhaled deeply looking at the group. The colonel is much more than just a man working in the nation’s armed forces. He… oversees mutant experiments. The very ones that turn the Wolverine into the animal he currently is. Magneto hummed before his lips drew into a fine line. He has powerful weapons of persuasion on his side. Of which, he used on me. The information was coerced out of me.

You sure you didn’t forfeit it over in exchange for your freedom? Logan asked.

Mystique placed a hand on Erik’s shoulder. I was the one who aided his early release.

Magneto pointed a finger at Logan. I may have done some horrible things in my life, but I assure you, I would never put Charles Xavier’s life on the line in exchange for my freedom.

He’s telling the truth, Logan. Jean responded. She looked at Erik, somebody she had met with Charles the day she left her home to go to the mansion. Can you tell us more about Stryker?

He gave a simple nod. I know he will never stop in his journey to bring down the mutant race. He isn’t the only one out there performing these experiments or creating these weapons. His eyes then shifted back to Logan, smirking a little. He is also the only man I have ever known who can bend adamantium to his will. You know, the metal that covers your bones and claws.

He shook his head, unable to believe it. Charles couldn’t tell who did this.

My dear boy, Charles trusted that you would find this out for yourself. It’s a shame, really, I wouldn’t hold that same trust in you. he chuckled.

Logan huffed. Did you know he had help scouting the inside of the mansion?

What are you talking about, Logan?

You know, I had an interesting run in up in Calgary with somebody he knows. Somebody we all have some level of interacting with. Logan stared Magneto down, a pressure rising in his chest. Charles told me your boy was up to no good. He watched as the older man’s face changed hearing his son was involved. Yeah, he showed up at the mansion, forced his grubby little fingers on my daughter, and snooped around the place before I ran him off. The next time I saw him, he had handed my daughter over to Stryker.

Pietro? Magneto whispered to himself. He couldn’t believe it. Last he heard, his twins had been in Sokovia in a revolution there for mutant rights. It was also troublesome to know his son had interacted with the daughter of the Wolverine. Did he say why he was there?

He said Stryker had his sister. He wanted Amaris’ help to save her.

Magneto looked up at Logan. I don’t know the type of relationship you have with your daughter, but please, listen to me. From one father to another, we need to join our forces to rescue our children.

Logan’s mind raced as Magneto spoke to him, urging him to work with him. Logan would have gone in as a one man army to save Amaris. He would have every head roll to find her and bring her back. He knew she was able to defend herself and had lived nearly two decades without him in her life; but Logan would do anything to trade places with her now. Knowing that Stryker was the creator of the monster he had been now, Logan would have clawed his way through the ice wall Bobby manifested to get to Stryker.

Tell us, where do we come in on this plan of yours.

Mystique spoke up. I found the plans to his secret base. Details of holding cells, chambers for mutant experimentations, and a room we believe is Stryker’s version of Cerebro.

Our biggest problem is, we don’t know where this base is located. Though I have a feeling one of you do. he chimed.

If what you are saying is true, I wouldn’t know. The professor tried already, and I can’t remember.

Magneto clicked his tongue at Logan, tsking him. Not everything is about you, Logan. Magneto’s gaze then shifted to look up at the tree above him. Everybody else followed suit, spotting the teleporter hanging upside down from the tree by his tail. He waved at them awkwardly before teleporting to safe ground with the group.

It had taken a little convincing, though Kurt accepted, sitting down on the log. Just remain still. This may sting a little. Jean spoke before bringing her hands up to hover just over his temples. Kurt closed his eyes as Jean began to read his mind, seeing flash images of a lake split in two by a dam. She then saw an opening through a spillway into the bunker, hearing screams of different people, military equipment laying around, and various x-rays posted on the walls.

She opened her eyes, releasing Kurt as they both returned to the present, panting slightly from the mental journey they took. Jean took a moment to collect the information, piecing it all together. Alkali… It’s at Alkali Lake.

Jean, that’s impossible. There’s nothing there. It’s gone. Logan spoke.

She turned to look at him, shaking her head. It’s underground. It maintains the dam and serves its purpose for Stryker’s experiments.

Amaris woke up at the sound of approaching footsteps. The collar around her neck turned back on as the slight static hum filled her ears, drowning out the soft snoring of Remy. Her arm had still been outstretched past the bars of her cell toward Remy’s. She sat up, pulling her arm back as she wrapped them around her knees. She saw a pair of mostly white tennis shoes stop in front of her. The man squatted down, holding a water bottle in his hands. I never meant for any of this to happen. Pietro spoke.

Amaris looked up at him, pressing the lower portion of her face into her folded arms. The library. My parent’s cabin. The mansion. It was all an elaborate ruse, wasn’t it? she asked him, hurt filling her chest again.

Pietro shook his head, feeling a pull in his chest as he looked at his ex-girlfriend sitting on the floor of her cell. He told me if I didn’t hand you over to him I would never see my sister again.

So, you would be more than willing to trade me in for Wanda’s safety? The team would have helped you at the first sign of trouble.

Pietro sighed. I know you would have helped Wanda, no questions asked. another set of footsteps approached them. But Wanda’s back in Sokovia. Pietro set the water bottle down before standing up. The new pair of boots stopped at his side as Amaris looked up to see her face.

Lorna?

The woman cackled, looking down at Amaris. The one and only. she almost sang, wrapping one arm behind Pietro’s back. Your pathetic life for mine? Hm, doesn’t feel like an equal trade, brother.

Amaris stood up, grabbing the bars of her cell. I see your still as snarky as ever.

Lorna giggled at Amaris. You almost have that lost puppy dog look in your eyes. You’re not fooling anybody though. Nobody wants to adopt vicious dogs. They want the adorable, innocent little puppies. Something you’re not.

You can’t blame the breed, mon amie. You must blame the owners for teaching them bad manners. Remy spoke, rising to his feet.

Lorna and Pietro turned to look at him. Don’t tell me tall, dark, and handsome over here wants anything to do with the runt of the litter over there.

I gave you a warning, friend. You should have left when I told you to. Pietro spoke, eyeing the man in the cell before he punched him in the gut. Remy folded over, falling to his knees as he grabbed his stomach.

Leave him alone! Amaris called out, rising to her feet. He didn’t do anything to deserve this!

Lorna left Pietro’s side, walking up to Amaris’ cell. Nothing except for accepting the help from the x-men? Stay in Xavier’s fancy mansion in upstate New York? What’s the most difficult choice you make on an average day there? One lump of sugar, or two?

Please, this is between you and me. Leave him out of it. she begged her.

The woman with the green hair reached into the cell, forcibly grabbing Amaris’ jaw. Just admit it. You’d never help me. The only reason why I’m free now is because Pietro had to hunt you down like the filthy animal you are.

Pietro walked over to Lorna, forcing her away from Amaris. That’s enough, Lorna. Let’s go.

Pietro, Amaris stared at him, speaking through gritted teeth. Understand that if I ever get out of here, I will never do anything for you ever again. I will pass you by on a street corner and treat you like any other stranger in New York City. I will ignore every call for help. I will not race to your deathbed. I will sit happily on a beach or in the mountains somewhere with a cold drink in my hand as your body turns into dust. She had been seething at this point. Our relationship meant nothing to you. You’re just like your father.

Pietro watched her, a stone cold expression painted on his face. He took every jab she metaphorically threw at him before scooping Lorna up into his arms. That makes two of us. Once Lorna had been secured, Pietro used his super speed abilities, leaving the base as was promised to him by Stryker.

The hurt that she once felt turned into a numbing sensation, as if cold water had been poured over her head. The fond memories she looked back on during her hard days meant nothing to her now. Suddenly her mother’s letter had a new manifestation. Amaris found herself in her father’s shoes, having been turned over to William Stryker for his sick personal gains, and Pietro traded the love he once had for her for the safe return of his sister. Everything they had built together had been for nothing. She was worth nothing.

The collars remained on as a set of boots came down the hallway. Grab the girl. Take her to the chamber, it’s time to start the second phase of this operation. Stryker spoke, looking into the cell.

Amaris grunted as a soldier used his weapon to deliver a blow to her head, causing her to stumble back. They grabbed her, dragging her out of the cell. When’s Gambit gonna get his turn? Remy spoke, recovering from the gut punch.

Stryker laughed at him, holding his belly. You are funny. You think you’re of value here? William walked away, following his soldiers and a stunned Amaris. We will come and get you, when it’s time for target practice.

The soldiers had brought Amaris into a new chamber, forcing her into a chair. She had been strapped in with metal restraints and her ankles and her wrists. Oddly, they had positioned her hands into a certain position, curling her fingers over the edge of the arms of the chair. Her palms were forced down flat. Next to the chair had been two metal trays filled with tools. One tray had four triangular shaped metallic items. The other tray was covered with a blue sheet. Laughing nervously, Amaris watched as Stryker walked in front of her, stopping as Dr. Williams entered the room with two other people dressed in scrubs. You could at least take me to dinner before you decide to fuck with my body, Stryker.

William watched her. Trust in me, there is a reward at the end of all your operations. This is only the second step before I bring you to your full potential.

The two assistants had walked over to Amaris, coating her knuckles in a brown iodine solution, making sure to coat her hands and fingers evenly. I was overdue for a nail appointment. You wouldn’t happen to have pink, would you? I’d be willing to settle for orange as my second choice.

William raised his hand, forcing it across her face with solid force. I will not tolerate your attitude much longer.

Amaris had looked over to her side, feeling a small trail of blood stream from her nose, coating her upper lip. She turned her face to look back at Stryker, smiling up at him. Oh dear, here I thought we were just getting to know each other.

Ready to make the first incision sir. the doctor spoke, holding the scalpel in his hand.

Stryker nodded at the doctor, then watched his new test subject. The assistant’s had picked up sharpies, marking triangles between her first and second knuckles and her third and fourth knuckles. The assistants then stood to the sides as the doctor walked over to her left side. Amaris gripped the arms of the chair as the sharpened blades sliced through her skin, gritting her teeth as she screamed out in pain, watching as blood rushed out from her knuckles.

Your father was my favorite experiment. Certainly the most successful at the time. Stryker spoke, taking a seat and observing the work he had orchestrated. I wonder what he’s up to now.

Both knuckles had been opened up on her left hand at this time. The doctor had been handed a tool that was now being used to cauterize her blood vessels, slowing down her bleeding but burning her at the same time. Amaris breathed heavily as her cheeks puffed up and shrunk at the untimely intervals. She looked at Stryker as he spoke, unable to form a proper sentence at the time. The doctor handed the tool back over to his assistants, requesting one of the metal pieces and a drill. Dr. Williams had the drill in his dominant hand, then lining up the cold metal piece into her third to fourth knuckle space.

These pieces are fitting you for will aid and assist your claws to release and retract with ease. It will make wearing jewelry difficult, and also make your mutant status a little bit known, but these are the prices we pay in order to have our weapons in top functioning condition.

The doctor brought the drill down to the adamantium screw, drilling it into one of her bones. Amaris yelled again, leaning as far forward as she could, searing pain taking hold of her entire body. The doctor had fastened the adamantium pieces into the knuckle within thirty seconds, though Amaris felt it had been longer than that. Her face was red, feeling very warm and even shaking as the shock began to take over her body. It’s a very quick procedure, as you can see. We’re not even five minutes in from that start and we are already a fourth of the way done! You must feel good about that.

Amaris hissed at him, gathering some of her composure as the doctor finished with the first knuckle, starting to move onto the second. How many children did you get? She asked him between rage filled sobs.

The drill roared again, thirty seconds had passed as the second knuckle fussed with the metal housing unit. Is two too many for your little heart to bear? he asked her.

The doctor moved over to her right hand, using the scalpel to slice into her knuckles again, opening both sets up. One is too many. she seethed before her sobs turned into silent screams as the doctor cauterized her knuckles again.

Stryker laughed, finding her pain amusing to him. It only served her right, for being a mutant. He could save her, by shredding every ounce of humanity from her and using her for what nature intended for her. She would be a mindless animal acting under his orders as seen fit, spending the rest of her life in a cell where she belonged. Be prepared six times over for that heartbreak.

The sounds of the drill and her screams filled the room again, a minute passed as the last six screws and two housing units were secured to her knuckles. William pulled a remote out of his pocket. Please, step away from the test subject. We must now test the housing units. The doctor and his assistants stepped away from Amaris before William pressed a button. The humming of her collar stopped. The open parts of her knuckles closed up, exposing the metal pieces and incorporating it to her hands. The skin seems to be faring well. Let’s try extending the claws now. with another press of the button, he forced her nervous system to extend her claws. They punctured through the scar tissue, filling through the housing units. The test had been successful, causing the scientist to stand up. Amaris was unable to move, so he was able to approach her, keeping his hands away as he studied the claws. This is fascinating. he spoke, almost admiring the claws.

Amaris breathed heavily as her healing factor helped her to recover from the operation. I’ll give you a closer look, just remove these restraints.

Stryker pressed the button again, causing her claws to retract. He then grabbed her face, examining her over. What I find mysterious is just how much alike your father and his brother were. Sharpened claws on a whim of their choosing, using their senses to hunt down their enemies, even slightly sharpened canines. He hummed a little, then took his thumb and index finger to spread her lips into a smile, displaying her teeth. Not as sharp as I would like for them to be.

Stryker turned to look at the doctor, nodding his head. The assistant walked up to Amaris after William turned her collar back on. They leaned her seat back, placing a restraint over her forehead to keep her head in place. Don’t fight this, Howlett. If you pass out, enjoy the sleep. It will be the last bit of peaceful sleep you will have for a very long time.

The jet took nearly five hours to repair. Their camp was taken down and packed away in the many compartments of the Black Bird. Logan, Jean, and Storm had changed into their suits, putting their clothes into the comparts dedicated for their suits. You got some of those in there for us? Bobby asked.

Logan closed the comparts, pulling at the leather collar around his neck. They’re not due for another couple of years. he spoke, patting a hand on Bobby’s shoulder before walking away. The teen grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it, not expecting the older man’s hand to feel heavy. Maybe Bobby needed to take more sessions in the gym.

Come on, Logan. What do you expect us to do? Sit around in here while you guys get to have all of the fun? Rogue asked him.

Jean turned around, looking at the kids. Nothing about this is fun. The professor is missing. People like us are being experimented on and tortured in that place. Every time we wear this suit, we are accepting an unspoken vow to do everything in our abilities to complete our missions. Even if that means putting our lives on the line.

Storm agreed. Being an X-Men means much more than solidifying your being in history. You take an oath to protect mutant and human kind, risking your very lives to ensure nobody is left behind. Storm looked up at Logan, placing a hand on his back. We look out for each other, and we never rest until everybody makes it back home.

Magneto chuckled, watching the scene as he sat in a chair next to Mystique. That’s quite an indoctrination.

Logan’s gaze shifted to Magneto, feeling a small snarl creep into his throat. He swallowed it, knowing that Magneto was trying to get under their skin. They all needed to work together in order to achieve their goals. Let’s go. The quicker we get there is the quicker we get back home.

Jean and Storm both made their way to the captain’s chair. They pressed various buttons and flipped a few switches. The air outside of the air whirled as the occupants found their seats, putting their seatbelts on as the aircraft raised up into the air. We should be there in five hours. Storm called out to Jean and Logan. The three x-men had all worn ear pieces that served as their communicators so they wouldn’t have to raise their voices to speak with each other.

Jean laughed as the jet propelled forward. Not if I have anything to do with it. She wanted to get to the base as quickly as possible. She knew Scott was there along with the professor and their students. We should come up with a game plan. I can locate the professor if i can tap into his mind.

Storm nodded, keeping the controls steady as they travelled. I’ll take Kurt with me and find the children. His abilities will be useful to get them to safer spaces.

Leave Stryker to me. Logan spoke, focusing forward as he watched the trees vanish below the clouds. I’ll find my daughter and I’ll make sure Stryker is dealt with. Permanently.

Meanwhile, Magneto and Mystique could be heard talking amongst themselves, occasionally looking up at Rogue and Bobby. The teen girl turned around, staring at them. Mystique covered her mouth to muffle her laugh, though it didn’t last long. Don’t mind us. We were just admiring your hair. Have to say, it suits you.

Rogue smirked at them, tilting her head to the side. She then brought her left hand up to unglove her right hand, taking one step closer to them. Bobby placed both of his hands on her shoulders, directing her away. Not here, Rogue. They’re not worth it.

John laughed a little watching the encounter. He didn’t sit with his friends or his instructors. He sat in the back, though keeping equal distance from Magneto and Mystique. He fidgeted with his lighter again, opening and closing the lighter as he looked down at it. He was hunched over, resting his elbows on his thighs before looking over at the two mutants. You’re supposedly the bad ones, right? he asked.

Magneto turned to look at him, smirking. He flipped his palm over, summoning the metal cased lighter into his hands. It depends on who’s the ones telling the stories.

Across for their seats had been the purple and maroon helmet that belonged to magneto, resting on his cape. What’s up with that dorky looking helmet of yours?

Magneto eyed John as he spoke. That ‘dorky looking helmet’ is the only thing that keeps me protected from the real bad guys. he explained. He then looked down at the lighter in his hands, igniting it as he admired the fire. Tell me, boy, what is your name?

John.

Magneto shook his head, turning back to look at him. What’s your real name?

John pondered this question for a moment. He held his palm up, summoning the fire from the lighter to then hover over his hand, swirling it into a ball. Pyro.

Magneto began to smile, watching the boy as he controlled the flame. It’s quite a unique talent you have there, Pyro.

John looked over to Magneto. I can’t produce the flame. I can only manipulate fire that’s already been started.

Which is still talent. Mystique chimed in.

Never doubt yourself in your abilities, Pyro. There could be others out there who can only manifest the flame, but would not be able to control how it rages. John closed his palm, squashing the flame away. You are a God that walks amongst creatines. Don’t let anybody tell you any differently. Magneto then held his hand out toward the teenager, offering him the lighter back.

John reached out, taking his lighter back, flipping it over in his hand a few times. During this entire mess, the older man;s words had been the closest thing to comfort. The best bits of advice he had received since starting at the school. Possibly even the best advice he had ever received in his life.

Charles had finally made his way down to the lower levels of the mansion, the little girl walking with him at his side. Is it time yet? she asked him.

Charles hummed. Nearly, child. We must be patient.

Meanwhile, outside of the illusion, Stryker had been monitoring the surveillance cameras of the cells. He had focused on the children, laughing as they were repeatedly shocked by the invisible field around its perimeter. The nightmare will soon be over, children. he whispered to himself. He hadn’t planned to let them go. They would be used as test subjects, finding out their abilities and how far he could test their limits.

A group of soldiers approached him. Sir, the chamber is completed and the adamantium chamber is prepared. Both subjects are ready for you. he spoke.

William nodded, smiling. Excellent news, sargent. He stood up out of his chair spinning around. Bring Xavier and Mutant 143 to the cerebro chamber first. Once the doors open up, bring weapon x point two to the infusion chamber. Make sure all parties are ready. I want everyone to be prepared in case we need to eliminate her.

The sergeant agreed. Yes sir. His eyes then caught the footage feed of the children, watching as some of them still shocked themselves on the field. Sir, if i can ask, why keep the children?

Stryker eyed the man, taking in a deep breath. I am a scientist, Sargent. Nothing we do is science until we write it down and have evidence. I need to ensure both my machine and my weapon are well documented successes.

Stryker, Yuriko, and the band of soldiers left the security room, heading toward the chamber known as Cerebro Two. The soldiers had communicated with each other through walkie-talkies making sure all of the test subjects had either been on their way into their chambers or had already been placed. First up was Charles Xavier, to get him to connect with the Stryker’s Cerebro device and having Jason in the room with him to keep up the illusion. Then it was onto the final part of Amaris’ operations.

Willim looked happy as he walked through his base, arms happily swinging as they rounded the various corners. A few minutes had passed by before they approached the cerebro chamber. Stryker punched in the pass code to the chamber, watching as the circular doors opened up. Inside had been one of his men standing before Jason’s wheelchair, then here was Charles sitting in front of the table. Stryker walked up to Jason, whispering words to him.

It’s time. the little girl spoke to Charles. We need to find all of our friends. All of the mutants.

Stryker watched as a hypnotized Charles reached out for the silver colored helmet, placing it on his head. He and the soldier both walked out of the chamber, making sure the door had shut. I want a full squad posted here. Shoot anybody that approaches unless radioed previously.

The soldiers then posted up their guard, readying their weapons as they strategically placed themselves along the walls of the corridor. Yuriko walked with Stryker, now heading to the infusion room. It had been near the cerebro room, making his journey through the base easy. He was finally going to achieve his goals and prove to the ones who questioned him how successful he could make the program, even over two decades later.

The two entered the room, which was occupied by Dr. Williams, his two assistants, and about four soldiers. There was a metal perforated table in the middle of the room, water bubbling under the table top. Amaris had been strapped down to the table as the two assistants drew over her body with a sharpie. There had been a large device above her with several syringes and needles filled with tubing. There had been a bubbling sound coming right past her head. Stryker approached the table, placing one of his hands on Amaris’ shoulder. The very water sitting below you is the same water your father volunteered to lay in while having this exact same procedure performed.

You mean tricked into. She responded.

Stryker laughed a little, bringing his hand up her shoulder, grabbing a hold of one of the braids that she had still from her capture. Only one other man has gone through the type of hell you are about to endure. You will be the second woman of your kind, but arguably the strongest.

Amaris couldn’t shrink away from him, nor could she push him away. She had been at his mercy for the duration of her hold at the base. Have you heard the phrase ‘sometimes the best person to do a man’s job is a woman’? Stryker looked down at her, his smile fading again. No matter what he had put her through, she never once broke.

This is your last chance. Tell me what you know about Cerebro and how it tracks mutants? he grabbed her braid forcibly, pulling it down.

Amaris smiled, flashing the new smile Stryker gave her, showcasing the adamantium canines that replaced her previous white ones. Eat shit.

Stryker let go of her. He looked at the Doctor’s white coat, spotting a pair of scissors. He walked over, grabbing them out of his coat before walking back to the table. Amaris spotted the scissors, crying out as Stryker hacked away at her braids. The hair that once reached down to the tops of her hips now unevenly rested at her collarbones. Her hair was sacred to her, it was important in the native communities. Hair was cut only to mourn the death of a loved one. Though, in some sick and twisted way, this was the death of Amaris, knowing that she was either going to die ina failed experiment, or by some miraculous turn of events, she would survive physically but emerge as something new.

Begin the grafting process! Stryker called back, tossing the scissors to the ground before leaving the room. He had learned from his previous mistake back in 1979. He was going to be safe outside of the room, and he was going to watch it to its very end.

The doors closed, sealing tightly. Amaris had stared up at the cage like device above her. One of the assistants walked up to her holding an aspirator in her hands. Don’t focus on what has happened since you’ve been here. Think about your family. Think about your friends. Anything strong enough to make the pain bearable.

Amaris looked up at the woman, who looked no older than her. Is that what you tell yourself everyday you go to work for that bastard?

The woman sighed, fastening the aspirator to her face, plugging her nose and making sure the device fit in her mouth. We all have our dues to pay.

The assistant then walked away. The three medical team members and the four soldiers walked up on the catwalk, taking a moment to prepare themselves for the torture they were about to witness. The doctor then pressed a series of buttons, lowering the table into the water. Amaris squirmed, having a fear of water. She never learned how to swim and didn’t enjoy water coming up past her shins. So being submerged had only added fuel to her anxiety and the adrenaline pumping through her body. She watched as the cage device then lowered into the water. He eyes widened as she watched the needles begin to warm up before sinking deep into her body, each needle piercing deep. She clamped her eyelids closed as molten metal filled the syringes, filling the spaces around her bones. Her skull, her spine, her arms, her chest, her pelvis, her legs, her feet, and her toes all felt they had been on fire. It felt hotter than fire, as if she had been sitting inside a pocket of molten lava.

Heart beat has increased to the two hundreds…. Three hundreds one of the assistants spoke, documenting the procedure. The doctor had monitored her vital signs. Her heart is failing, she’s going into cardiac arrest.

Her head pounded, hearing a sound similar to a train horn blowing in both of her ears. Her heart felt it was going to explode out of her chest. The darkness behind her eyes turned into a white light, the molten fire turning into numbness. Maybe this was it, her sweet release from the hell she was living through. All she had to do was accept it.

Wake up. came the still voice of a woman.

Amaris looked around, seeing the room she had been in, though time had stood still. People were up on a little walkway looking down at the table below them. The same table that she saw her body in, watching the water bubbling with the heat produced by the adamantium flowing through the syringes which were plunged into Amaris’ body.

Look at me, my honey badger.

Amaris turned her head, spotting a woman with long black hair and tanned skin. She wore a silver pendant around her neck, a fox charm resting at the bottom. Amaris had been stunned in her out of body experience, looking at the woman she had seen in the photos she recovered from the cabin. The woman who cradled her in her arms, who stood at her father’s side next to the cabin. Look at you, hunny. You’re beautiful.

Mom?

There’s not much time. she spoke, walking up to her daughter. She placed both of her hands on Amaris’ face, cradling her face. You can’t let Stryker have you as his mindless weapon. You have to fight back with everything you have.

Amaris looked up at the woman, also taller than her but not as tall as her father. You tricked dad into trusting Stryker.

Kayla nodded, then smoothing down Amaris’ now shoulder length hair. I know. What I did can never be undone. She then brought her hands down to her daughters shoulders. The same with you. What’s happening now can never be undone. But you can make it Stryker’s problem. You need to let go of your emotions now. Let go of everything that is keeping you sane now. You must become the animal within you if you want to survive.

Amaris narrowed her brows, observing her mother’s face. How-? Why-? What if I never come back from that? It was all too much to think about. She needed to save the children, free Remy, and escape the base.

Kayla zoned out for a moment, her face slightly turning as if to hear something behind her. She smiled, turning back to Amaris. You’re father’s here. You don’t have to worry about the children. You don’t have to focus on your friends. You need to focus on yourself. A loud pulse rang out in the air between them. Hunny, listen to me. In order to survive this, you have to let go of your humanity. It’s the only way. Kayla pressed a kiss to Amaris’ forehead, giving her shoulders a squeeze. Fight like a Howlett. Fight like a Silverfox. Fight because your life depends on it.

Amaris could feel herself begin to be pulled back toward the table. She reached her hands out toward her mother’s figure, watching as her image began to fade into a black vapor. I’m not strong enough! Amaris pleaded.

You are strong enough. Just let go.

The doctor threw his clipboard down, leaning back in his seat as he rubbed his temples. Her heart had stopped beating as a siren began to ring in throughout the base. Time of death-

Wait doctor… look.

The medical team stared at the screens that monitored her vital signs. The once flat line monitoring her heart status slowly beeped once, a small movement on the graph. One small movement became a small steady beat. After about ten seconds her heart beat raised to nearly one hundred sixty beats a minute. They looked at the table, mortified as they watched the cage device be destroyed and sent flying through the air. The soldiers pointed their guns at the woman as she rose out of the water, angry, pissed, and roaring. The soldiers began to fire at her, hoping the adamantium hadn’t cooled all the way before they fired their regular rounds at her. A bullet that grazed her forehead bounced right off, revealing the shiny metal alloy underneath. We’re going to die. The doctor whispered watching as her skin instantly healed.

Soldiers ran down the short amount of stairs, still firing at her. Amaris got out of the water, her only thoughts were fighting back and breathing. She approached the first soldier, sinking two adamantium claws deep into his chest, hoisting him up to use as a shield as she approached the second soldier, slicing his head off his body cleanly. The doctor had taken one of the soldier's guns hanging from his utility belt, shooting both of his assistants in their heads before shooting himself in a last act of mercy.

Logan had heard a commotion from the chamber, hearing the animalistic growling and the guns firing. As he approached, the door opened up, and the guns stopped firing. He walked into a grizzly scene, seeing several bodies thrown across the room, some in pieces. Fresh blood coated the floors and walls. As he looked up at the catwalk, his face fell, a look of shock on his face. He saw his daughter breathing heavily, hearing the pounding in her chest. Her claws were still out, though only seeing two per hand, long and metal like his. Lines covered her body along with the little bit of clothes she had been wearing to cover herself. Her hair was shorter than when he last saw her the night before, the long braids now discarded on the floor.

Magnificent, isn’t she? Stryker called, standing at a secondary door to the chamber. Just to think, maybe seven minutes ago, she was nearly as human looking as I.

Logan had been caught between running over to Stryker and getting his answers, or watching as his daughter looked around mindlessly as if she had been caught in her fight or flight response. Amaris? He called over to her.

She looked down at her now itchy hands, down at the blades that protruded out of them before hearing her name. She was quick to look over at the man in the black leather suit. She hunkered down a little, carefully stepping down the stairs two at a time as she sized the man up and down. She couldn’t recognize who he was, her mind filled with the thoughts of escaping and protecting herself. Her pupils were blown, appearing mostly black. The hair at the base of her neck stood up. She sniffed the air in his direction, trying to get a sense of what he was.

Logan froze as he saw Amaris in a feral state. Every little bit of her lively eyes had disappeared, swallowed whole by her pupils. It’s me, Amaris. It’s Logan. I’m your father. He pleaded with her, retracting his claws.

Stryker chuckled lowly as Yuriko walked up to his side. The same thing happened to you, you know. Except you may have appeared more human. I took the liberties of highlighting those animal instincts.

Amaris continued to approach Logan, seeing red, though her sense of smell took over her brain. The closer she got to him she could smell the old leather and cigar smoke that soaked his facial hair and skin. She bared her teeth as she growled, walking around her father. Logan watched her the entire time, noticing how her canine teeth had been replaced with sharper metal teeth. He saw the rivets in her hands that housed the claws she still displayed, ready to use. Mar. he breathed out in a silent cry. The woman continued to eye him before leaving the chamber, knowing she needed to escape.

Logan could have chased her down and rescued her from whatever had plagued her now. Or he could focus his efforts on Stryker.

It’s a shame, Wolverine. Stryker spoke, grabbing Logan’s attention. I used to think you were one of a kind. he watched as Yuriko entered the room, allowing him to make his exit. That’s a mistake I will never make again.

Logan ran toward Stryker, yelling as he unsheathed his claws. The woman stopped him in his tracks, sending him back against one of the columns. Logan recovered, standing up quickly as he eyed her down. She turned her palms upwards as each of her fingernails grew in size, having the same metal grafted to her nails. Holy shit.

he murmured to himself before his adversary came charging at him.

Meanwhile, Storm and Kurt traversed the facility trying to locate the children. Mystique told them they had been on a lower floor of the base, but it was hard figuring out where to turn. They didn’t have a lot of time on their side, so changing directions was going to be the hardest. As Storm and Kurt turned down one corridor, there was a small explosion. Bars flew across the space and a small purple smoke filled the space. Storm used her powers to eliminate the smoke to reveal a busted up Gambit exiting his cell. Gambit? She asked approaching him.

The man coughed a little as he looked down the hallway, seeing Storm approach him. Where one x-men be, more are to follow.

Have you seen the professor around? Or the children?

Gambit rubbed the back of his neck where the collar had been released only moments prior. I’ve only heard they are keeping him away from everybody else. The youngin’s should be right down here. He spoke, pointing down the hall past his cell. Tell me you found Mara.

Storm shook her head. Logan is looking for her. She spoke, then starting to follow Remy as he lead them down the hall.

Remy stiffened a little, his jaw tightening. They put her through some serious business, mon amie. Remy wished he could have traded places with her, knowing she had fought every step of the way while they had been at the facility. Her screams have been the only thing Gambit has heard.

Strom looked up at Gambit, then looked over to Kurt. She wanted to find the kids as quickly as possible and get them back to the jet. Gambit led the three down the hallways, coming to a stop when he heard their voices the loudest. Storm looked down, seeing a hatch in the ground. Right below it had been all of the children. Kurt teleported into the room below them, watching as the children stared at him. Kurt’s going to get you all out of there. One at a time. Storm instructed.

Kurt took each child, one by one, moving them from the cell below to the corridor above them. Storm examined each one of them, making sure they hadn’t been harmed aside from the stunning agents introduced into their bodies. Okay kids, grab a buddy, grab an adult, and let’s get out of here. The children grabbed the hands of their rescuers, Jubilee hanging tightly onto Storm as quick as the words left her mouth. Storm then led the charge, weaving through the corridors. A loud rumbling echoed down the hallway, making everybody freeze.

Tell me you have a quicker way of getting out of this place. Gambit asked as the two children with him grabbed his hands a little tighter.

Kurt shook his head. I have to see where I’m going, or have to have been there and within a short distance of it.

Storm sighed a little. We must be at least a few miles away front he jet.

Gambit picked up the smaller child, setting him down on his hip before grabbing the hand of the other child. Well, no time like the presence to pick up the pace.

As the group rounded the next corner, a piercing buzzing sound filled their heads, causing each of the mutants to drop down to their knees, covering their heads and temples. The two children with Kurt curled into his jacket as they held their heads. Gambit, in the mind numbing attack, made sure the child on his hip did not fall forward, tucking his head down as low as it would go.

Charles had connected to every mutant in the world, concentrating on where they were at and how many of them existed in the world. Pyro, who had been tired of waiting around in the jet, wallowed around in the snow. Bobby and Rogue held onto each other's hands, squirming on the floor of the jet. Logan leaned against the blood glass of the water table, holding one side of his head. Jean and an recently united Jean fell to the floor with each other as the onslaught of their minds continued on.

The only person not affected by it had been Erik. He had successfully breached the chamber Charles had been in. As he entered, he spotted the other mutant in the room with his old friend. The man didn’t speak, just simply looked at Magneto. Due to his helmet and its properties, he had been left unaffected by Cerebro’s influence. He stood between Charles and Jason, looking at his old friend. How long must you insist we continue to to play by their rules? He hummed a little, then raised his hands as he began to levitate. It’s only fair that we play by theirs. Erik had pulled panels out of the walls, shuffling them around and being mindful of Charles’ connection to the machine.

Once Erik had finished moving everything around, he lowered back to the ground. He gave a simple nod to Mystique. She entered the chamber, changing her form into Stryker’s. She walked up to Jason, beginning to whisper to him. There’s been a change of plans, Jason. We need to find the humans. All of the humans. Concentrate on finding all of the humans.

Erik smiled, turning back to look at Charles. Goodbye, old friend.

Magneto and Mystique then left the chamber as a new plan began to form. All they needed was a way out of the facility, to go back to their headquarters and form their next plans and goals.

Logan tracked Stryker down. The man had left out of a side exit, one of many Logan had been sure. He saw the weathered man removing a chain from a helicopter. Logan attacked quickly, grabbing the man and pinning him up against the helicopter, using his claws to just nick the man in his ribs. You think you can escape that easily, you piece of shit? Logan seethed.

Stryker groaned under the cut of the blades at his sides. You think that those people back there give a rats ass about you, Logan? he questioned. You and I did remarkable work back in the day. We worked together, on a team. They say time changes a man, but you and I both know that’s not true.

What am I?! What did you do to me?! Logan yelled, wanting answers.

As I recall, you volunteered for the procedure. Nature made you an animal. All I did was give you claws.

And Amaris? She just volunteered, too?

Stryker laughed a little, shaking his head slightly. She was traded, to put nicely. Logan’s claws in his other hand slowly extended, threatening to pierce through Stryker’s neck. I wanted to make a new weapon, one that I could easily conceal in plain sight, yet remain as deadly as possible. All under my control. Pietro Maximoff wanted his sister back. All parties involved benefited from this endeavor.

Logan yelled, pulling the man away from the helicopter and throwing him down on the ground. An alarm began to ring out across the valley. Birds began to fly and animals began rushing to higher grounds. What the hell is that?

Stryker looked up in the direction of the dam, his face sinking. The dam. It’s compromised. Logan looked down at Stryker as he spoke. In a few minutes, we will all be underwater. Nothing back there will matter anymore. If you come with me, I will give you all of the answers you want and you can what what you’ve always been. A survivor.

Logan had spent the last twenty years looking for answers about who he is or what he once was. He knew he couldn’t trust Stryker any further than he could throw him. His choice was clear. He picked the man up, setting him in front of the wheel of the helicopter. He then took the chain, wrapping it around him a few times and locking it in place. If I’m going down, you’re going down with me, bub. Logan was satisfied with his restraints, then turning back toward the base, running back inside.

He needed to make sure the others would get out safely. Find them, keep them safe, get them to the jet or to the helicopter, get out of dodge. That's all he could do. Yet, he knew there was one missing piece to this massive puzzle. It was finding his daughter. He hoped like hell he could find her, or die trying.

Logan ran through the base, running around relying on his senses to try and find the others. Soldiers tried to attack him, but he had successfully defended himself, as some decided he hadn’t been worth the trouble and attempted to flee the base to save their lives. He must have looked like a mad man, feeling sweat drench his forehead and cling to his hair. Suddenly there was a scrambling of feet running back toward the spillway they had entered through. Logan heard the massive wall of water beginning to approach the chambers they had been in, then spotting Storm, the professor, and the rest of the crew attempting to reach the door. He used his claws, slicing at the electrical that controlled the door, sealing it shut. Come on, let’s go this way.

The crew scrambled together, children running with their teachers and instructors, Storm and Kurt supporting the professor, Logan picking up an injured student as he guided them through the base back to where he had left Stryker and the helicopter. Logan looked around, mortified by the sight of the helicopter being gone. It was right here! I don’t understand!

A whirling sound began to fill the air. Scott and Jean both looked up first, spotting the Black Bird unsteadily flying through the air in an automated emergency landing sequence. It had bounced around a few times as it landed with great force not too far away. Kurt, can you please get the professor in there?

Kurt took a hold of the professor. Hold your breath. he instructed the elder man. They disappeared in a blue cloud of smoke, appearing inside of the jet where Kurt assisted the man into a chair, securing him with a seatbelt.

Bobby lowered the ramp to allow the others on up. The children were the first to enter, he helped them get into seats, making sure they were buckled in. Storm raced up the steps, walking up to the main pilot’s seat. She placed her hands on Rogue’s hands who still clung to the controls. You did amazing. Let go. It’s okay.

Storm took the seat Rogue had been in as Bobby grabbed her and moved her out of the way of the others. Scott took the other pilot’s seat. The controls had been damaged, leaving the x-men to try and figure out how to correct the problems. Though Storm, Scott, and Logan had been trying to figure out what was wrong with the jet, one of their members had left the jet. Jean? Charles asked, sensing her presence outside of the jet.

Jean walked out in front of the jet, using her powers to force the ramp up. She focused her energy into powering the jet back up, keeping to her oath as an x-men.

Go on out there and get her! Logan commanded Nightcrawler.

He tried, a small little cloud of blue smoke appearing around him. He shook his head, looking out at her. She isn’t letting me.

Charles closed his eyes, feeling Jean connect with his mind. While powering the jet and lifting it up, Jean also held back the tidal wave that approached them, pushing her powers to their limits. Don’t worry about me she spoke through Charles.

Scott looked over at the professor, seeing he had been in a trance. He knelt down next to the man, beginning to cry. Jean, please, don’t do this.

Charles’ head turned toward Scott, his eyes still closed.

Let me save you. It’s my choice. Let me save you. It’s my choice.

Once the jet was lifted high enough, Jean turned back to the tidal wave. She released Charles from their connection, dropping her hands. The water claimed Jean. She’s gone. Logan choked out, feeling the weight of the day finally hitting him.

Scott turned around, pushing Against Logan who only held him. Jean! No! he cried out, wanting to turn the jet around, wanting to go back for his beloved woman. The only person who made life worth living in his eyes. Jean! Scott cried out again, broken sobs filling his chest.

Logan looked out the windows of the jet, seeing everything covered in water. Everything was gone, and everybody left behind. Stryker, his men, Jean, and Amaris.

He closed his eyes, an overwhelming sense of despair filling him. They’re gone. he choked out again, feeling as Scott collapsed into him. Both of the men fell into a misery filled embrace. One man losing his partner, the other losing his daughter. She… She’s gone. Logan repeated, tearing streaming down his face.

Get out. Get away. Outside.

The words echoed in her brain as she stumbled around, running as quickly as she could through the strange place. She could hear the sounds of birds beginning to fill the cavity of the hallway she had been running in. She ran toward it, finding a door left ajar. Pushing it open, her feet connected with snow. Fresh, undisturbed snow. The light front he sun had been harsh, making her close her eyes a few times in order to adjust to the light. She looked down at her hands, blood still dripping down as it stained the snow at her feet. The realization of what had happened to her hit her, the searing pain engulfed her body, the sharp metal claws that were in her hands. She brought her hands up, taking in a deep breath before screaming again, feeling the pain that came with the metal.

Higher ground. Find higher ground!

The woman ran around the corner, looking up through the tree lines. She pushed herself forward, grunting and huffing with each stride she took, running as quickly uphill as she possibly could. She needed to get away from whatever place she had been as quickly as possible.

As she ran, she passed by another figure. Unknown to her, she passed by one of her students, John, on his own little mission. She didn’t detect his presence, knowing her safety had been the only thing she had been worried about.

Nearly seven minutes passed, allowing her to get up high enough to see over the dam, see the secondary lake that filled the valley. She fell to her knees, looking down at the foreign objects protruding from her hands. They shook as tears streamed down her face, an animalistic cry escaping her as she folded over holding herself together. She had been scared, confused, and freezing. All of these things made her prey in a predator's world.

Snow softly gave way in front of her. She looked up, her dampened hair falling in her face as she saw a pack of animals slowly walking up to her. They were of about medium sized covered in various shades of brown fur with large paws. One of the animals had made its way up to the woman, sniffing the air around her. It turned to the others, making soft clicking sounds. The animals then approached her, circling her before laying down against the woman. The first one had nuzzled its head on her lap.

She couldn’t understand the animal, but Amaris had been certain she could easily figure out what had happened.

She had been taken in by a pack of wolverines. She wasn’t alone anymore.

It’s okay, Amaris. You’re safe.

The woman looked out as the dam broke, filling the valley below it as the water moved. She simply moved in tandem with the wolverines as they got up and started moving. They would certainly know the way. To find good shelter, food, and water. The woman stood up, retracting the claws back into her hands as she followed behind them, making her way to their next destination.

Three long, agonizing months had passed. The mansion had completed all of its repairs, though parts of it still didn’t feel right anymore. The courtyard behind the mansion featured a tombstone for Jean, a small light pyre constantly lit in her honor. Scott spent most of his days there, talking to her and grieving her loss. Storm picked up a lot of slack from the loss of Jean and the disappearance of Amaris. Luckily for her, Logan stuck to his word, sticking around after the attacks and everything had settled.

He never gave out hope that his daughter was still alive. It could feel it in his heart. He went back to Alkali several times, trying to find where she had disappeared to. Though as the season changed to spring and the snow melted away, he couldn’t continue to search areas he had already been to to find her.

Logan, you know that if there had been a change in activity, I would have told you already. Charles spoke as he moved his wheelchair toward the doors of Cerebro.

Logan placed his hands on his hips, nodding. Trust me, I know. But something feels different. He told the man.

Charles spun his chair away. Looking up at the man, he gestured his hand out. What do you mean by this?

Logan exhaled, bringing a hand up to hover over his chest, making a small circle motion around it. I don’t know. It’s… He ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking about his words. Last night, I could see her. She was injured and scared. She was bleeding, something we both know is against her mutation.

Charles sighed, looking up at Logan. I haven’t been able to pinpoint her location. If you saw her hurt, and it’s possible your minds are on some level connected, it’s possible her healing factor is protecting her mind and forgoing healing her body.

Logan narrowed one eye, looking down at Charles. Which would mean?

It means her mind has either tricked her or protected her by thinking she is not a mutant or a human. He watched as Logan’s face changed. If that logic holds any value, that means cerebro would be useless in finding her. She would essentially be thinking like-

An animal. Logan finished before rubbing one of his temples. He felt as if he had failed her, he didn’t protect her. He let her go during the attack instead of fighting alongside her or forcing her to escape with the children. He was seven minutes late arriving to find her to keep the experiment from happening to her. She hasn’t lived her life yet. She hasn’t done anything to deserve this!

Storm walked up behind him, rubbing a soothing circle on his back. It’s also possible that her mind could release that hold on her and we will be able to track her down and bring her home. she spoke.

Charles always saw Strom as the voice of reason. She had often kept the team on their toes, the students well informed, and keeping the school running. Exactly my thoughts. He then looked back at the man. Logan.You need to ask yourself what would you do if this experiment has altered Amaris in any way beside the physical aspects of it. She could come back to us as, mentally or emotionally, a different person.

Logan wrapped one arm around STorm’s shoulders, holding her close to him. I just want my daughter back. I want her home, safe.

Logan and Storm both turned around, allowing Charles to continue on with his tasks for the day. Logan, I know that she is resilient. She will bounce back from what happened back at the base.

The couple entered the elevator, moving up to the main floor. I don’t see how somebody can just bounce back from something like that. I can’t remember it happening to me, or how I acted. What she is, is all my fault.

Storm shook her head, wrapping her arms around him. Stop blaming yourself for the faults of humans.

Rain began to pour outside as children re-entered the mansion. Logan looked out the windows, feeling more despondent that day. I’m going back to bed.

Storm nodded. I’m going with you.

Logan and Storm both entered Storm’s room, Logan moving his things into her bedroom a month prior. He didn’t have much, just his backpack he came to the mansion with, some shirts and jeans, his journal, and the box of recovered items from the cabin he lived in. Logan had stripped down to his boxers as he laid on his back, his arms curling around Storm who decided to wear one of Logan’s shirts. She fell asleep easily, the sounds of her breathing filled the room as Logan stared up at the ceiling. He had nightmares about the wars he had been in over the last greater part of a century or so. He had nightmares about his testing at the hands of Stryker. The nightmares he had now were call backs to seeing Amaris covered in blood, scared, and without her humanity. It haunted him to know that there was so much he could have possibly done to help her, though he had been all too late.

He eventually closed his eyes, succumbing to the sleep that he escaped from for the last few days.

Later that evening, the rain continued on. A storm wreaked havoc on the area as lightning filled the skies and the thunderous roaring of thunder followed it.

Go home. Go home. Hurt.

A woman breathed heavily as she looked up, peering around a tree. A flash of lightning filled the area again, highlighting the sign of Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. She exhaled sharply, holding her sides, stumbling from side to side. Her hands pushed at the gates, opening them as she began to walk up the white driveway. She leaned against a brick wall as she looked up at the castle-like school. Her hair was tangled and matted, her scalp feeling tender. Her feet hurt as rocks pressed into the flesh. Her back felt as if it had been on fire. But she had to press on, because the voice in her head told her to move.

The woman made her way up to the front steps of the mansion. She fell to her knees, curling up in a fetal position, unable to bring herself to beat on the door.

Hurt she whispered to herself.

The team had been alerted to the presence of a person at the front door. Logan nearly sprung up out of the bed, running out into the hallway. Storm stirred, waking up and following him out. She watched as Logan missed stairs as he nearly lunged himself down toward the door. Hunny, be careful. she called to him.

Logan brandished his claws as he opened the door, ready for danger. He breathed heavily, looking around outside. When he didn’t notice anybody right away, his shoulders relaxed a little, dropping as he retracted his claws. It was then he heard the sound of a weak heartbeat and soft snoring. He dropped down to his knees as the rain began to soak him. He brushed the hair out of her face, seeing the many cuts on her face, how they were still bleeding.

Storm approached the door. She watched Logan before covering her mouth. She couldn’t believe it, Amaris turned up at the front door of the mansion.

The woman opened her eyes, looking up at the man as he looked down at her, tears filling his eyes. Her lips parted again, Hurt. she spoke weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Baby girl, he cooed her. He watched her wince and cry out in pain as he scooped her up in his arms. Her eyes shut again as she curled into him. He turned back into the mansion, heading toward the elevator. Storm closed the door, calling for the team. Logan entered the elevator, looking down at Amaris as he could hear little whimpering sounds coming from her. I’m so sorry. he whispered.

Once the door was open, he rushed her into the infirmary. Storm was quick to get her set up on several monitors to establish her vitals. Logan stood next to her side, looking over her injured body. His jaw tensed as he looked down at her hands, seeing the metal rivets fastened to her knuckles. He noticed there hadn’t been a single scratch or buff on them. It was barbaric to see such hardware in her hands. He couldn’t even imagine how it was placed.

What’s going- Scott entered the room, his jaw dropping as he approached. Oh my God.

Charles filtered in next, moving his chair to rest behind her head. He observed her injuries, how weathered her body had been. He placed both of his hands on her temples, leaning in and pressing his forehead to hers.

Charles connected to Amaris’ mind. He looked around, seeing the chamber room back at the base. Amaris was standing next to the table with the cage above and the water below. The smell of iron and metal filled the stale air in the room. Amaris?

The woman turned around, looking at him. Her appearance had been similar to how she looked now in the infirmary except she hadn’t been wounded. She looked shocked to see him. Professor? Is that you?

He laughed a little, giving her a nod. Where are we?

Amaris’s face turned somber as she looked around. Stryker’s base. This is where it ended.

What ended, Amaris?

She looked back at Charles, her lower lip quivering. The pain.

What’s the last thing you remember?

Amaris turned around to look at the table. Leaning against it as she drug a hand over it. The pain was so intense. My heart felt as if it was going to implode. Then my lungs filled with water.

Charles walked up to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. You’re mind is protecting itself from you. You must move past this memory.

She looked over at him, shaking her head. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to remember anything about this.

Charles sighed looking down at her. Listen to me, you are severely wounded. You need to move onto the next part so you can heal yourself and wake up.

Wake up?

I don’t know how you managed it, but you came back to the mansion. Charles explained. You’re in a coma.

Amaris felt a tear run down her face. How long has it been?

Three months. You’ve been missing for three months. She exhaled deeply, looking away from him. Now is not the time to mourn the lost time. You must fight now. You need to move onto the next memory, find a way to let your body heal. Logan needs you to heal.

Amaris looked back at Charles as he spoke her fathers name. He’s still at the mansion?

Oh, yes. Charles replied, a warm smile on his face. Come back to us. Heal.

Charles broke the connection, moving his chair back. He looked up at Logan, giving him a firm nod. She’s still in there. She’s just stuck.

Stuck where? Logan asked, rubbing his face, the whites of his eyes turning red.

Her mind stopped time, during her operation when she died. he responded. Her heart stopped at some point of the operation, and she’s scared to remember or get past what happened when she came back.

Logan looked over at the table as Storm addressed some of her injuries. Scott placed an oxygen mask on her face, aiding her breathing. Logan knelt down next to the table, pushing her hair out of her face. He whispered to her. Amaris, I need you to hear me. Listen up, and listen good. Whatever happened is something you can’t change now. Good or bad, you have to live with what happened. He looked over her face again as the others worked on her. Come back to me, Mar. You can’t get out of this family that easily. You get back here, fight whatever demons are plaguing you right now. Claw, bite, scratch your way back to the surface. Be better than me. You have to be better than me. You made it this far, sweet girl. You can make it through this.

Amaris no longer saw Charles, but she could hear her father’s voice. It echoed, bouncing off the walls. She nodded, listening to him. She was a fighter, as her mother told her to be. As her father was now instructing her to do. She wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Let’s do this. She whispered to herself. She jumped up a few times, getting blood pumping through her veins. She stopped, then flexing her tendons to expose her new claws, four adamantium claws. She strangely admired them, seeing herself in the reflection. Let’s fucking go.

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I see other authors doing this, so i decided to join in as well. This excerpt if from chapter 3 of Take My Whiskey Neat.

Jean’s having me stay here while everybody else takes the kids on a field trip. I’d protest to go, but i remembered I would have had to be responsible for some children and I couldn’t do that to myself. She giggled a little at the thought. She liked teaching them, but sometimes it felt that she was holding herself back as a teacher. I have some lesson plans to work on. Logan stopped at his bedroom door, just a few rooms down from Amaris. If you could choose to do anything else, would you? he asked her. Amaris looked up at him, a little caught off guard. She wondered where the question came from, or what her real response would have been. She became a teacher, just as her mother had been unknown to her at the time. Whatever I would chose, I would have wanted to be happy doing it. Are you happy with it? Silence lingered between them. The question felt heavy on her shoulders, suffocating her thoughts about the future or of a different place and time she could have been in. Goodnight, Dad. Goodnight, Amaris. he responded. She shook her head. You can give me a nickname, if you want. Seems a little too formal, like I'm in trouble or something. Logan chuckled a little, turning the knob of his door. I named you, remember? Yeah, and you never gave me a middle name. She laughed a little under her breath before turning to go to her bedroom.

i'm excited for this chapter. hopefully i'll have it out before the holidays

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November Rain seems Rolo // Stormverine coded to me. Tell me i'm wrong.

I know it’s hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn’t time be out to charm you?

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just thinking about my Take My Whiskey Neat series...

Amaris would totally end up in the void with Laura, Gambit, Elektra, Blade, and Johnny...

If she was based on Earth-10005, she would go from seeing her aging father die a hero's death to seeing him again and not know how to feel about seeing a young Logan with just as much stamina and drive as when they first met...

is this a way future chapter? is this an au? i don't know

i need to find out

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does anybody have any asks/prompts/or questions from my Take My Whiskey Neat Series? I'm craving some world building for this series.

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not me posting the third installment of Take My Whiskey Neat which features an Indigenous woman main character on (American) National Indigenous Day.

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as stated before, i love world building in my fics. So i created a supersuit for Amaris. I pulled inspiration for this based on the physical attributes of wolverines. It's nothing to amazing, but i thought it was fun.

For reference, Amaris' play by is Devery Jacobs.

anyways, do you guys like to create or think about what your characters would wear in their fandoms?

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wip wednesday

I understand nobody asked, but i thought i would share this tidbit from the next chapter of Take My Whiskey Neat

His hands reached to cup the sides of her face. Amaris tried to pull away but was unable to, only able to look down as a final tear left her eyes. "I saw you again, and I knew I couldn't let you go again." She could feel his presence begin to close the short distance between them, and instinct kicked in. Control your breathing, and imagine the space around you, minimal movements make for big differences. Amaris brought her hands up, forcing his hands off of her face. She walked away from him, walking toward the torn and weathered couch. "I was never yours to lose." She looked down and spotted a blanket, covered in leaves and mildew.

i am loving this so far. It's sitting at 12k+ words now, and I think it's halfway done. I'm curious to know what you think the context behind this shared bit is. Leave your guess or comments!