gabby liked the real world. it was brighter, and there was less killing. and she had laura again, and jonathan. she wasn’t as alone as she’d been when laura escaped. but the best thing was also the worst thing – her decisions were her own now. her life was in her own hands and every single action she took was her responsibility. the very idea left her second-guessing every instinct she had, wondering what was her and what was x23_4gab. she was still working out how to separate those two.
but the school – that was her favorite thing. an entire mansion filled with mutants learning how to be themselves and preparing to save the world. she liked that idea – she clung to it, hoping that saving the world is who gabrielle kinney was. and she spent a lot of time waiting, though she wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even laura. she waited for her father. the famous wolverine. he probably didn’t even know she existed, and all she knew about him was what she heard from her sister or read in comic books. and if she’d learned anything since escaping the lab, it’s that real life isn’t always what you expect.
gabby snuck out with the help of jonathan, who proved to be a successful distraction from one small honeybadger jumping out the front door. he joined her once she was off the grounds and together they got to work – sniffing. she and laura had been born from him, and gabby was positive that she’d be able to sniff him out. they shared half of his dna, after all. but it took… hours – and when she finally did find him, he was in a bar with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. gabby couldn’t decide if it was underwhelming or disappointing or both, but he was… not the wolverine that comic books made him out to be.
she pulled herself up on the stool next to him, ignoring the bartender’s protests against both her and her wolverine’s presence. gabby tapped his arm, eyebrows creased, mouth pressed together in a tight line as she wondered whether finding him like this would be worth it. that is, assuming, he even believed her. she didn’t really want to claw out in public like this.
“su es logan?” gabby asked, eyeing the lines on his forehead and the mutton chops framing his face. “me llamo gabrielle. el es jonathan.” she pointed down at the wolverine at her feet, wearing an x-men vest – courtesy of teamwork between herself and laura – and bearing its teeth to someone staring. “soy tu hija.”
Logan had been having a good night. The last few days had been a whirlwind for him, He had received clue after clue, one little piece of the story following another piece of the story. Some of them years apart, some of the connections having been lasting for years. His mind was a mess and he knew he needed to look deeper into things. He needed to go to this Xavier’s place, for one, but he was avoiding it.
It was strange. What he’d been looking for all these years, he was scared to actually grab when it presented itself to him. He wasn’t sure what was laying ahead for him. He wasn’t sure if he was going to like the person he’d been in the past, not that he liked himself right now. Eventually, he’d have to get over it and start getting everything together again, hoping that whatever made him forget wasn’t going to bite him in the ass.
But, for now, he sat. Drinking, smoking, just taking a moment to really think on things. He was used to interruptions, but he could tell you one thing: a kid in a bar interrupting him, that was a first. How the hell did she get past the bouncer?
Frank, the bartender glared for a moment, but then his expression turned to amusement. He leaned over to whisper to Logan what in the hell she’d just said, causing the man to tense up.
“Fuck no she ain’t,” Logan replied, causing the asshole to laugh even louder. “Nuh-huh, listen here, ya brat,” he said as he turned to point to her. “I ain’t yer fuckin’ dad, dunno who the fuck put that in yer brain, but no way. Now, you take yer mini-bear and hike ya asses outta ‘ere,” he ordered.
He stood up from his seat, ready to go.
“Take your kid, Logan.”
“Do I fuckin’ look like I bred either of these?”
“Well, the wolverine looks--”
“Fuck you, Frank.”
Logan brushed it off and tossed money on the bar as he walked around, hurrying out the door, refusing to even look back to see what the hell the kid’s next move was.
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