Dad? (Wolverine's Daughter)

Discovering You

Jess's Pov-

Jean pulls the car into a rounded driveway. Apparently, I am at this stupid cool called THE SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS. Are you fucking kidding me?! I am anything but gifted, i'll tell you that! I grab my duffle-bag and ignore Jean's act of kindness if trying to open the car door for me, I have arms. I open the door and grab my bag angerily.

"Well a thank you would be nice!" Jean snaps to herself.

I drop my bag, turn around and shoe my claws, pointing them at her, pressing her back into the car. "Got something to share, bitch?!" I snap loudly. She looks shocked and shakes her head. "That is what I thought. Get me to my so called Dad and get this over with!!"

Welcome Jessica Howlett! Your life is about to change. Enter and you will discover yourself.

I hear a dude in my head and look around to find the voice, showing my claws.

Don't be frightened. I will explain somethings to you when you get inside... This is a safe place.

I nod scaredly. I put my claws away and rub my knuckles. I enter the school for gifted douches and look around.

"Follow me." Jean says. I do and we end up in a room. I guy in a wheelchair, bald is in their with his back to the door.

"Welcome Jessica! I am glad that you came here." Wheely dude says.

I start to laugh. "Okay!! Good prank!!! Where is my dad so I can get this bullshit over with." The dude turns around.

"I can assure you, Jessica, this is not a prank. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Xavier, Charles Xavier! And you, my dear, have a rare gift indeed." He says trying to calm the waves of confusion.

"What does this retarded school have to do with my father?" I ask, snapping.

"Your father is a student here at my school." He says. I laugh even harder.

"So you are saying my dad is a 'youngster'?! HAHAHAHA!!! Now that is Rich!" I laugh, almost slapping him with laughter of negative energy. Charles nods to Jean and she leaves the room. "Where is she going?" I stop laughing and standing more straight.

"Getting... Someone. The lovely woman who brought you here is Jean Grey. She is one of my finest students. This one with the white hair is Storm. This man with the wierd sunglasses is Scott. Jean will return shortly."

I hear footsteps and step away from the door. An angery, muscular dude comes in. "Why was I called here? Did a student tell on me for smoking again?"

"No. But we will decusse THAT later." Charles responds. "Logan, meet Jessica. She is new here."

Logan turns around and looks at me, unamused then fades to shocked. He goes to give me a hand to shake but I back away from him. "Woah kid, calm down. It is just a hand. It won't kill ya."

"I don't have a clue of who you are and you better not touch me until- wait a second... You-you saved me from a drunk car driver when I was five! You told me to be more careful and watch were I walk. You saw my mom come running to me and went away." I say.

"I-I " he looks at Charles, then me again. "It can't be... Why are you here?"

"One would ask you the same." I respond. "Now, tell me who you are!" I almost yell at Logan.

"Frist, why are you here?!" Logan yells.

"My mom died. I was sent here to be with my father. I didn't want to come here, just so you know. I don't want to see my father! He was never there for me. So why should I go crying to him?" I snap. Logan looks broken and looks at the floor. "Does that answer your question?" I say slowly and almost scared.

"Yes... I'm-" he get interrupted.

"Logan is your father." Jean says.

"He-he's my what?!" I yell at her.

"Father. You heard her correctly. Trust me." Logan says looking at the ground.

"NO!! I WANT TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW!!!" I yell.

"You can't." Charles says. I scream and claws come out and go down on the table in front of him.

" WHY, YOU USELESS FUCK?!" I yell in his face.

"Someone is after you. You leave now, you will be in grave danger." Charles says.

"SHIT!!" I say pulling my claws out of the table. "So, I'm stuck here with his piece of shit!?" I ask yelling a little.

"Yes. We need you two to bond." Jean says.

" Why princess?! Cause you want Daddy to love his child, finally?!" I snap.

"I could use a hug. Please?" Logan says.

"Fine." I hug him and he starts to cry, like I was lost for years and never found. He pulls away to look at me. He touches my face and moves it in different angles, panting and crying.

"You look just like your mom!" He says. I smile.

"Hmm, funny? She always said I look like you!" He laughs a little.

"Well, she isn't wrong." We both chuckle. "Oh, I have been waiting for the day when you would be in my arms again."

"You talk like I was taken away from you. Mom said you walked out."

"No, last I remember, she thought that my mutation would hurt you. She kicked me out for her to raise you. On top of that, Charles needed me here. So I came here, waiting for your mom to send you out, so I could raise you, train you, teach you everything I know. I dreamed that you would be my little princess and be there all the time, by my side, running up to me, call me daddy and be the shoulder for you to cry on."

"Why didn't you just kill her then?" I ask.

"She would never get to see how special you were." He smiled.

"Can't tell you how many beds she had to buy. I tore those damn things up to shreads."

"Me too, kiddo!" He says giving me a high five.

"Logan, I believe you have a some training to do." Charles smiles. Logan looks at me then him.

"Alright! Come on kid, you need a room then I can get to shaping you up." He grabs my bag and smacks my back on his way out.

I look at Charles shocked. "Did he just call me kid?!"

"HURRY UP SLOW POKE!!" Dad calls out to me.