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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 Four - “The Pick Up.”
Rated G
Sasha woke up early and cleaned the cabin. She made breakfast before Logan woke up so she could surprise him. Sasha carried the food on a tray to her father’s room. He was still sleeping.
“Good,” she thought as she stated, “Wake up dad!”
Logan opened his eyes and yawned as he stretched and sat up. The smell of food hit his nose and he was immediately hungry. He smiled.
“What’s all this for sweetheart?” he asked.
“The world’s greatest breakfast, for the world’s greatest father!” she exclaimed.
“Thanks darling’, but you didn’t have to do this.” Logan stated.
“I know.” Sasha smiled as she kissed him and sat next to him on the bed. After breakfast Sasha and Logan got ready for the day. Soon 10 am rolled around.
“Isn’t it time to go nows dad?” asked Sasha, sensing the time was near.
“Yah, just a moment darling’.” he answered.
“Come on dad! We’re going to be late.” she urged.
“OK, OK, I’m coming, just let me get my boots on.” he said.
“I’ll be outside by the car, hurry up dad!” she ordered.
“Smart mouth kid,” Logan barked under his breath. Logan heads to the car as he locks up the cabin.
“Get a move on dad,” Sasha urged. At this point Logan was becoming irritated.
“ALL RIGHT Sasha. I’m coming, calm down,” he said, his blue eyes glaring as his head tilted in annoyance. Sasha seeing that look on her father’s face quickly clams up. Logan gets to the SUV and opens the door he climbs in and unlocks the door for Sasha. She climbs inside and sits on the black leather seat. She could hardly contain herself as she buckled up, settling in her seat. Logan looked over to her and smiled shaking his head and he chuckled to himself. He pulls out a cigar from his breast pocket of his red flannel shirt. Lights it and puffs a few time. Sasha turns to him.
“Dad, don’t smoke around Amy ok, she doesn’t have a ‘healing factor’ like we do, she might get sick yah know.” He turns to his daughter, raises one eye brow.
“OK, I’ll put it out when we get to her house.” Sometimes the things that came out of Sasha’s mouth just amazed Logan, At times it was hard to believe she was only 7 years old. When they arrive at Amy’s house it’s 11:45 am, and true to his word, Logan puts out his cigar as they drive up the driveway. Sasha smiles at him.
“Thanks dad,” she said. They see Amy waiting in the window jumping up and down and waving. Sasha opens the car door and states, “I’ll go get her dad.”
“Ok, he answers, make it quick we got a ways to drive home yah know,” he reminded her. Sasha runs to the door and rings the bell. Amy opens the door right away. The two hug.
“Wait a sec, I gotta get my bags.” said Amy.
Hearing Amy, Sara calls from the bathroom, “Jimmy!”
“What!?” he barked, sounding inconvenienced.
“Could you please bring Amy her bags?” she asked.
“nuts! Can’t you bring ‘em to her?” he yelled back.
“Please hon, I’ve gotta get in the shower, besides they are kind of heavy, just do me this one favor, ok?” she whined. Logan hearing this, got out of the car and started walking up the stairs to help with the bags.
Jimmy puffs and picks up the 2 bags, he mutters to himself,“Stupid kid taking all this crap. What does she think anyway, she planning to move in with them, I wish she would, ain’t nothing but a little pipsqueak pest anyway.”
Just as Logan reaches the door and was about to knock, a black bag flies in his face knocking him down the stairs, flat on his butt as Amy and Sasha watch dumbfounded.
“Dad!!” Sasha screeched, “You big jerk!! You hit my dad with that bag, jerkwad!!” She ran out the door to her father’s side.
“Jimmy, you hit Mr. Logan!?” added Amy as she joined Sasha. Jimmy looked out the door pretending to be concerned.
He sees Logan on the grown and starts to laugh, “Hey man , I’m sorry.” he said laughing loudly as he talked. Logan upset, gets up and climbs the 4 steps to where Jimmy is standing in-front of the doorway leaving Amy and Sasha behind with the bag.
“Do you always act like that with children around!?” he asked angrily.
“Dude, don’t worry about it, they didn’t get hit.” he laughs on.
“Yah, but I did, ‘dude’ !” Logan barked as the anger built inside him. Jimmy kept on laughing as if he had not a care in the world. “Find that funny do yah?” Logan asked with a smirk. Jimmy stopped laughing as he noticed the tone of Logan’s voice.
“What are you gonna do about it ‘small fry’?” he challenged.
Logan quietly asked Jimmy. “What did you call me bub?”
Sasha giggled to herself and whispers in Amy’s ear, “Ooh dad’s really mad, Jimmy’s gonna get it good!”
Amy whispers back, “I hope so!” the two quietly giggle.
“I said you’re a shrimp, what are you gonna….” before Jimmy could complete his statement Logan reach Jimmy and snatched him by the collar and tossed him down the stairs where he fell to the ground face first. As Jimmy starts to rise up, spitting dirt and grass, he hears Amy and Sasha laughing big belly laughs.
“Shut the hell up you little pregnant doges.” Jimmy ordered. The two girls stopped laughing as they saw Logan run down the steps and stomp Jimmy back to the ground.
“You don’t talk to little girls like that PUNK!” he yells. “Especially mine!” he continues as he bends down and sets his left knee into Jimmy’s back grabbing his ponytail with his left hand pulling Jimmy’s head up. Jimmy tries to grab Logan’s hand in an attempt to remove it. As he does, Logan grabs Jimmy’s arm with his right hand and pins it, holding it to Jimmy’s back. He pulls even harder on the ponytail jamming his knee even deeper into Jimmy’s back. Jimmy tries to squirm loose as he does Logan growls and slams his face back in the dirt. At this point it has become very clear to Jimmy that he picked the wrong man to mess with. The reality of the situation starts to sink in.
“Ok, Ok, I’m sorry ok, I didn’t mean it, come on man let me up.” Jimmy said. Logan pulls Jimmy’s ponytail even harder as Jimmy’s head raises up.
“Let me give you a bit of advice bub, don’t ever call me small fry or shrimp again, it ain’t healthy! You got me PUNK?” he asked pulling once again on the ponytail.
“Yah, yah ok I got you, I get it.” Jimmy said as Logan released him and stood up.
Logan turns to the girls, “So you two ready ta hit the road?” he asked with a smile.
“Let me just say good bye to my mom before we leave, it’ll only be a second,” says Amy as she runs back into the house to Sara who has been showering all this time. Sasha and Logan wait for Amy by the car. Logan is leaning against the car with his arms folded look at the door. Sasha stands next to him looking at Jimmy sitting on the ground spitting and wiping dirt from his mouth. She smirks and chuckles to herself. Jimmy looks up at Sasha, as he did, Sasha shot him the bird with her middle finger just in time for Logan to see it too.
“Knock it off, Sasha!” he scolded in a rough voice with a scowl. She puts her head down.
“Sorry dad,” she said. As soon as Logan turned his head, Sasha gave Jimmy an evil grin and stuck her tongue out. Just then Amy came down the stairs with her other bag.
“Need some help?” Sasha quickly offered as she left her father’s side and skipped over to Amy and help her with the bags. Logan turned and opened the car doors as Amy and Sasha loaded in. He put the bags in the back space then got in his car and drove off leaving Jimmy behind. Jimmy watches them disappear into the horizon then gets up and head back to the house. He doesn’t want Sara to see him full of dirt, he sneaks into the house and goes to the other bathroom and cleans up.
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