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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 Two - “Plans for the Weekend”
Rated G
It was Thursday. When recess came that day Sasha walked on the playground looking for Amy like she had been doing for the past week. This day was different. Sasha was planing to ask Amy to come to her house for a weekend sleep over. She had never had a sleep over before, now that she had a real friend she wanted a real sleep over like everyone else. Sasha waited for Amy to get out of class by the outside door instead of their usual place under the maple tree. As Amy came out she walked next to her and they headed for the tree together. Sasha was excited.
“Amy, ya want ta come over to my house for a sleep over this weekend?” Sasha asked, wide eyed and smiling.
“YAH! that would be fun!” Amy answered, just as excited. “But I’ll have to clear it with my mother first.” she added.
Sasha was reminded that she need to ask her father too . “Yah, she agreed, “I’d better ask my dad he gets upset if I just throw things on him without checking first. I’ll ask him tonight and let yah know tomorrow,” she finished.
“Why don’t I just give you my phone number and you can call me after dinner.” suggested Amy.
“We aint got a phone. We live out in the woods, heck, we ain’t even got a toilet! We use an out house.” Sasha smiled raising her eye brows.
“No phone!? Amy asked surprised. No toilet?, boy, I thought I had it bad.”
“We ain’t got it bad, dad just doesn’t like folks nosin’ around, so he doesn’t give ‘em any reason to come over. No phone, no bills. See?” Sasha stated.
“Yah, I guess that means no TV either. Huh?” Amy implied.
Sasha giggled. “Yep, still want ta come over?” she asked.
“Sure!, It’ll be like camping!” Amy smiled.
“Cool, I’ll ask my dad tonight, let yah know tomorrow. OK?” Sasha asked.
“Sounds good, I’ll ask mom about the sleep over.” said Amy.
“Great, then it settled.” Sasha finished with a smile. Sasha had already told Logan, her father, about Amy her new best friend from school. Tonight she’d ask about the sleep over. Something that had never come up before. This was going to be tricky. Logan did not like strangers in his home. He didn’t like the idea of just anyone knowing where they lived. He had good reasons, being a mutant for one. After the mutant wars, most humans thought most mutants were dead and Logan preferred to let them think so. That night after supper, Logan was in his chair in front of the fireplace smoking his cigar and reading a newspaper. Sasha figures now is as good a time as any to ask him about this weekend. She walked over to him and stood in front of him.
“Dad?” Sasha started.
“Yah darling,” Logan answers, clenching his cigar in his teeth as he exhaled smoke, not looking up from his paper.
“Remember that girl I told you about, the one from school?” Sasha asked.
“Your friend Amy, what about her?” Logan asked, looking up at Sasha as he removes the cigar and holds it in his hand.
“I want to invite her here for a sleep over this weekend.” Sasha stated. Logan face frozen as he raised his eyebrows. He knew this day would happen sooner or later, he was hoping for later. As he thought about how to reply to his 7 year old daughter he took a deep breath then sighed.
“Look darling, I know yah like this little gal, but I anit your average father.” he told her.
“I know dad, but you haven’t had a nightmare in a long while, I promise we’ll be good. I’ll do everything, cook, clean all of it. You won’t have to do a thing. Please,” Sasha begged. Logan thought about it for a minute. This was the first person she had ever really liked and the first time she ever asked for a friend to come over. He looked into her big blue eyes and he understood she needed a good friend.
“Well, I knew this would happen sooner or latter.” Logan stated. “Ok she can come,” he continued, “if it’s ok with her folks.”
“All right!! Yahhhh! Your the coolest dad ever! Woo hoo!” Sasha jumps on his lap crumpling the newspaper Logan was reading. He raised his arms and chuckled, his cigar smoldering as the smoke waved about the dimly lit room.
“Ok, Ok settle down darling, settle down.” he said hugging her. “Shouldn’t you get ready for bed now? You have school tomorrow remember?” Logan reminded her with a smile. Sasha hugged her father closer and kissed him on the cheek.
“I love you dad.” she said smiling.
“I love you too little darling.” he smiled and kissed her back. “Now off ta bed with yah.”
Sasha jumps off Logan’s lap and goes to her room as she says goodnight. Logan watches her disappear into her room. He hopes his concerns are unfounded. Around the same time at Amy’s house, Amy too had told her mother all about Sasha and how they met. Amy told her about Sasha’s training and about being shown how to handle fights. Amy is now telling her mother about Sasha’s invitation for the week end. It’s after supper and Amy’s mother is getting ready for bed. She stands in front of the bathroom mirror rolling her hair in curlers as she talks with Amy who is standing next to her.
“Mom, my friend Sasha invited me to spend the weekend at her place, can I go?” asked Amy.
“Who?” Amy’s mother asked as she placed a hair pin in the roller to set it in place.
“Sasha, my new friend from school, the one I’ve been telling you about all week.” replied Amy now annoyed.
“Where does she live sweetie?” Her mother asked as combed out a section of hair to be rolled.
“She live in the woods with her dad, mom.” Amy answered. Amy’s mother turned her head to face Amy.
“No mother?” she asked surprised.
“No.” Amy answered. Her mother thought for a moment, then rolled her selected hair onto the roller.
“Well, if you give me the phone number and address, maybe you can go,” she said as she pinned the last roller into place.
“ Mom, they don’t have a phone.” said Amy.
“What!? No phone? Even as poor as we are we have a phone,” her mother stated.
“I think Sasha is poorer than we are mom.” replied Amy.
“I need an address at least, and I want to meet her father first before you go.” Amy’s Mom said.
“Does that mean I can go!?” ask Amy excited.
“If you do what I say, yes”. said Amy’s mother.
The next day at school, Sasha and Amy met on the play ground friday at school. They did not practice fighting techniques. They spent the entire recess talking about the week end.
“My dad said you came come over!” said Sasha. “What did your mom say about it?” she asked.
“She said since you guys don’t have a phone that she wants your address and to meet with your dad first before I can go.” replied Amy.
“Does your mom pick you up after school?” asked Sasha.
“Yes,” answered Amy, pulling her hair behind her ears. Amy always wore her hair straight and tucked behind her ears.
“She can meet my dad in the left lot after school, that’s where he picks me up,” suggested Sasha with a wide eyed smile.
“Ok, I’ll tell my mom about it when she comes to pick me up today.” said Amy.
“Good, I’ll tell my dad too. We’ll be looking for you guys.” Sasha said. The bell rang and the two girls walked back to their separate classes rooms. Each was so excited they could hardly wait for the last bell to sound off. When the bell finally did ring the kids went tearing out the school doors with a roar. Sasha and Amy where among the first ones out the doors. Sasha ran to the left lot to wait for Logan. Amy’s mom came to pick her up in front of the school. Amy told her to go to the left lot to meet Sasha and her father. As Amy’s mom drive the car to the left lot, Logan has just arrived on his motor cycle. Amy sees Sasha run towards the bike.
“That’s them mom, Sasha and her father.” exclaims Amy as she pointed in the direction of the motor cycle. Her mother looks and sees a pretty red head girl running up to the bike. She sees Logan kicking the kick stand down and getting off the bike. He walks alongside Sasha with a swagger. His jet black hair is wind blown and he wears a pair of black sunglasses . He’s dressed in a white t-shirt , blue levi jeans, a pair of black boots and 2 silver dog tags that clink in the wind as he walks.
“Oh my gosh.” she thinks to herself, alarmed.
“Wow, he’s not at all the way I thought he’d be,” exclaimed Amy.
“Yah, me either.” agreed her mother. “Well, let’s go talk with him,” she continues as she sets the car in park and they get out of the car. As they approach each other Logan takes his sunglasses off and hangs them on his t- shirt.
“You must be Sasha’s father,” Amy’s mom starts extending her hand. Logan shakes her hand.
“Sheez!” she thinks, “guy’s got a grip like iron! Built like a tank too, for a little guy,” she jokes to herself as she smiles and shakes hands. “Nice to meet you, I’m Sara.”
“Names Logan,” he introduces himself, looking at Sara .
“Not too bad, a little over weight but she has nice blue eyes, too bad she wares that black goop around them, reminds me of Tammy Faye Baker.” he joked to himself. Sara smiles nervously and they break away from the hand shake.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” Logan leans in as he joked. Sara and Logan chuckle over the joke.
“Dad, give her our address so Amy can come over.” Sasha orders.
Sara added, “I told Amy the sleep over thing is ok with me but I need your address since you don’t have a phone,” she explained.
“We don’t have an address per-say, P.O. box only. We live miles from here in the woods. I’ve got a pager, Here’s the number.” He hands her a slip of paper with numbers written on it. “You just page me when ever you need to and I’ll get back to you. I’ll drive Amy to a phone if she needs to talk with you, ok?” asked Logan .
“Sounds like a plan,” Sara replied, unsure of the whole idea. She turns to Amy. “What do you think about it honey, is that ok with you?” she asked.
“Yah mom, don’t worry it’ll be fun!” answered Amy with hopeful eyes. The two girls jumped up and down hugging each other giggling. Sara looked at Logan, despite his rough exterior she could tell he really loved Sasha. The way he smiled at the girls gave her a sense of calm. She felt ok enough to trust him.
“Well Mr. Logan, Are you sure you can handle TWO 3rd grade girls?” she teased.
Logan thought for awhile, then answered “Piece of cake.”
“OK then, tomorrow I’ll have a bag packed for Amy, I guess we should meet up here tomorrow since we both know this location. How about 10 am?” asked Sara.
Logan looked her in the eyes as he said, “I’ll pick her up at your place, save you a trip. At noon. What’s the address?” he asked.
“Ok then.” she agreed as she pushed a piece of dirty blond wavy hair behind her ear. Sara looked up at him and states, her eyes closed in a slight annoyance manner. “I don’t have a pen on me.”
“Just give me the street and number, I’ll find it.” he smiled.
“It’s 1521 Little River Dr. We’re in the red house.” she stated.
“Fine. Saturday at noon.” He nodded. As Sasha and Logan started to walk away Sara stopped them.
“Oh, Mr. Logan?” asked Sara. He turns around to face her.
“Yah?” he asked.
“I really don’t like the idea of Amy riding on the back of that motorcycle, I don’t feel comfortable with those things.” Sara said.
“Not a problem, I won’t be taking my scoot. Be driving my red SUV. Safer that way.” He winked as he waved good bye.
“Bye Sasha!” shouts Amy.”
“Bye Amy , see ya tomorrow!” Sasha returns as she and Logan get on the bike and drive off. As Amy watches them disappear she thinks to herself how lucky Sasha is to have such a cool father. She turns to walk with her mother back to their car. Amy thinks of Jimmy and a sick feeling comes over her as she dreads going back home. Saturday couldn’t get here fast enough.
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