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Daddy's Little Girl
Author: Patricia Anne McCarty
Total Word Count: 9764
Author’s notes:
This is an Original Fan Fic written by me. It was inspired by a dream and my favorite super hero, Wolverine.
I wrote this story LONG before Marvel ever came up with an idea of Logan having a daughter.
This is a work in progress, if you see errors please let me know. (for those that don’t know, I am dyslexic and it is hard to catch them all my self so if you want to help it is most welcomed! ) also please note there is slang in the wording.
Daddy's Little Girl: Chapter One - “My New Best Friend.”
Rated G
Sasha is about 7 years old and one grade ahead of her peers. She has just started in a new school. It is her 3rd day of school at Somerset Elementary, a small private school in Somerset, Canada.
It was recess time at school, something Sasha could take or leave. She felt it simply took up extra time. Time that could be spent in the classroom where she could get her school work over with sooner and go back home 30 min. sooner. Besides, it didn’t seem to matter. She didn’t “click” with the other kids anyway. Sasha didn’t really care too much. Sasha was used to living on the go. She never got too close to anyone. This year, however, was going to be different. Her father had found a nice bit of land deep in the woods by a lake away from everyone and everything just the way he liked it. He decided to build a little log cabin there. So it looked like they were here to stay.
“Good.” thought Sasha, “I’m getting tired of bouncing from place to place .”
Sasha was a bit of a loner, like her father, she liked it that way. No one talked much to her. She looked different, dressed different and her hair was red, bright red. It was shoulder length and stuck out on each side. As the kids all ran out, Sasha walked along focused, book in hand. She headed straight for her favorite spot, under a big maple tree. As she walked closer she could hear some kids playing by ‘her’ tree.
“Oh great!” she thought with a scowl on her face, raising her lip and rolling her eyes in irritation. Approaching the disturbance, it became quite apparent that it was not kids at play, but a group of 3 girls standing as they teased one frail little blond girl who was sitting on the hefty roots of what Sasha considered ‘her’ tree. The girl was crying with her head down and arms wrapped around her raised knees. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt and her jeans had holes in each knee. Her shoes were a pair of red dingy sneakers.
“You’re so ugly!” said one of the 3 girls as she laughed.
“Yah, and your clothes smell like the bottom of a trash can!’ added another. “What’s the matter”, she continued, “you don’t know what SOAP is?!”
The 3 girls laughed. The sight made Sasha’s blood boil.
“Leave her alone, back off!” Sasha ordered. “She ain’t botherin’ you,” she continued, looking into the eyes of the biggest girl in the group who seemed to be the ring leader.
The girl laughed as she said, “Oh look at strawberry head over there.” The others laughed loudly as she continued, “Do you like to live in dirt too strawberry head?!” she mocked.
“She must.” continued another. “Look at that nasty green flannel shirt she’s got on. And those red jeans?? What’s up with that??” She laughed on.
“I know”, exclaimed the next girl, “She’s a lumber jack!!”
All 3 girls laughed. The blond girl being teased lifted her head up and looked at Sasha’s face. She saw Sasha was unafraid, bold and focused. The girl wiped her tears from her face with her hands and waited in silence as she watched on. Sasha walked up to the ring leader and stood toe to toe looking her directly in the eyes. With a calm voice she said. “I said, back off.”
“You better back off strawberry head with wings!” the leader screeched placing her hands on her hips as the other two girls walked closer behind her in support.
“You don’t scare me!” said Sasha. And DON’T call me strawberry head again, got it?”
“Kick her ass Amber! Teacher ain’t looking.” egged on one of the other girls.
“Yah!” added the 3rd girl. “Kick her ass!”
Just then the little blond girl got up and said “Leave her alone!”
“Shut up dirt ball!” said Amber as she pushed the girl hard to the ground.
Sasha lost her temper. “Hey, SCUM that wasn’t a good idea!’ she barked. Sasha grabbed a hand full of Amber’s brown curly hair throwing her to the ground so hard the girl lost her breath. The other two girls jumped on Sasha, but it wasn’t long before they too were on the ground coughing up dirt gasping for air.
“You aint kickin’ no one’s butt!” Sasha said with conviction as she pointed at them. “ ‘Cause I’ll see to it personally!” she warned as she walked over to the little blond girl offering her hand. “Come on, let’s go to that tree over there,” she said pointing with the other hand as she helped the girl to her feet with her extended hand. As they walked, the little blond girl looked back at the 3 girls just rising up and dusting off the dirt from their clothes. They made no attempt to follow Sasha and the blond girl who smiled to herself as she walked.
“Thanks for sticking up for me back there, no one else ever has.” she said with a shy smile.
“You’re welcome. My name’s Sasha Gray. What’s yours?” she asked as they sat down under the tree together.
“I’m Amy Patterson,” she answered. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”
Sasha smiled. “My old man, he’s the best fighter there is!” Sasha loved to brag about her father, because she knew he could back up everything she said, and then some. “My dad’s been training me every since I can remember.” she went on.
“Wow! what does your mom think about it?” asked Amy.
“Well,” she said with a smirk, “seeing that she ain’t around, it don’t much matter, does it?”
“I guess not.” Amy said quietly. She felt sad for her new friend. “No mother?” she thought. “That must be rough.”
“You should get your old man ta teach ya’ about scrappin’.” She nudged Amy with her elbow. “I mean , what’s an old man good for if he can’t teach ya’ how ta hang?” Sasha joked.
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t have a father.” replied Amy. “He died when I was a baby,” she began. “I had a step father, but he turned out to be a drunk. Mom kicked him out,” she went on. “Now there’s just Jimmy”, she said with disgust,”my mom’s ‘creepy’ boyfriend.”
Sasha felt bad for Amy. Sasha loved her father so much she couldn’t even imagine not having him around. “Poor kid” she thought as she made a suggestion. “I can teach ya ta scrap if ya want.” she offered.
“Me!? scrap!?” Amy said, pointing to herself . “Oh Man!” Amy laughed rolling her eyes at the idea.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Sasha added “ keep all the ‘creepys’ away,” she coaxed with a grin.
“I don’t know Sasha.” Amy said, “I’m just not the fighting kind.”
“Oh, I see you’re more the gettin’ beat up type, hah?” Sasha replied.
“What??, NO! I mean I….” Amy was interrupted by Sasha.
“Look Amy, I’m gonna tell you the way I see it. You’re gonna be a victim for the rest of your life if you don’t take charge now while you’re young.” she said looking Amy in both eyes. “My dad says the sooner you learn, the sooner ‘they’ learn. That’s what it’s all about, cause they’re out there, Amy, waiting. You gotta be ready for ‘em.”
“Can you really teach me to fight?” asked Amy.
“Yep! Sure can.” Sasha said with a confidence. “So does that mean you want to learn?”
“Yes.” Amy answered directly.
Everyday at recess, Sasha taught Amy some self defense technique she’d learned from her father. The two became fast friends. One Thursday Sasha invited Amy for a sleep over at her house for that weekend.
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