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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 Six - “Nightfall”
Rated G
As the sun started to set, Logan got up and walked to the fireplace mantle where he lights 3 lanterns that sit along the mantle. The soft yellow glow of the lanterns cast long shadows on the walls of the small cabin.
“Dad?” ask Sasha.
“Yah” Logan replies.
“Can we go fishing tomorrow morning?” ssked Sasha.
“Yah sure,” he answers.
“I don’t know how to fish,” Amy states.
“No biggy, dad and I will teach ya!” Sasha replies.
“You girls better start getting ready for bed if we’re going fishing tomorrow, gotta get up at the crack of dawn,” he smiles. Amy walks over to her bags and pulls out her nightdress, pillow, a toothbrush and her favorite stuffed animal, Moo Cow, an old stuffed cow she’s had since she was 1 year old.
“Where do I get ready?” she asked.
“In Sasha’s room”, said Logan. “She’s back there now waitin’ for ya.” He pointed towards Sasha’s room. As Amy walked to Sasha’s room the cabin seemed different to her. She noticed the floor planks squeaked and the flickering of the lanterns seemed to make everything come alive. A sinking feeling hit her at the thought of going to sleep in the dark. She suddenly wished she was back home, then she remembered Jimmy and decided this wasn’t as bad as home right now.
“Sasha?” Amy called timidly. No answer. She walked closer, entering the room. “Sasha?” she called again. Suddenly Sasha jumped out.
“BOO!” she shouted. Amy screamed as Sasha giggled into a belly laugh. Hearing them, Logan just chuckled to himself walking to Sasha’s room with one of the lamps.
“You kids about ready for bed?” he asked stopping at the doorway the glow of the lamp casting long flickering shadows behind him. Sasha and Amy screamed as they brushed their teeth in an old fashion bowl with a picture along the side spitting tooth paste.
“Dad!! You scared us!!” exclaimed Sasha.
“Oh did I?” he mocked and they all laughed together. The girls finished and cleaned up with towels Sasha brought in the room. She opened the window and tossed the water out of the bowl.
“Tell us some stories Dad!!” said Sasha.
“YAH!!” added Amy. Sasha and Amy jumped on Sasha’s bed giggling as they got under the covers. “Oh wait, I forgot my moo cow,” said Amy.
“What the heck is a “moo cow” ?” asked Sasha.
“He’s my old buddy from when I was a kid.” explained Amy.
“Was a kid!?, You’re still a kid.” Logan joked as he sat at the foot of the bed.
“Well I was a smaller kid then,” said Amy as she crawled over the bed to retrieve her beloved Moo Cow. As Logan watched her climb back into bed, he looked at the old tattered stuffed cow.
“That’s what you forgot?” he asked. “Maybe he should have stayed forgotten.” Logan mocked.
“Hey, he’s my friend. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks,” she replied smugly as she hugged moo cow tightly.
“What ever makes ya snore, kid.” Logan said as he begins telling them a story. Soon the two friends fell fast asleep. Logan raised from the bed and kisses Sasha on the forehead stroking the side of her little face with his finger. She smiles in her sleep as Logan whispers, “Good night, little darlin’.” He pulls the covers up around Sasha and Amy’s necks and smiles. Logan walks to his bedroom the floor planks squeak behind him as he blows out 2 of the 3 lanterns still carries one with him. He sits it on the near by night-stand of his room and sits on the bed. Logan pulls off his boots, jeans and shirt. As he blows out the lantern, he gets in bed and soon falls asleep.
During his sleep Logan has a nightmare. Sasha has a very strong psychic link with her father. She feels what he feel, always has every sense she was a baby. It’s part of her mutant gift from her mother’s side. Because of this she knows things about Logan that she is too young to understand. Logan is unaware of his daughter’s knowledge. Sasha tosses and turns in her sleep. All the trashing about wakes up Amy. Amy sits up in the moonlit room. The full moon shines threw the window.
“Sasha,” she softly calls as she shakes her arm in an attempt to awaken her friend. She hears growling. It sounds like a dog. Amy looks around the room expecting to see a wolf as her heart pounds with fear. “Sasha wake up, there’s some kind of animal in here,” she whispers, starting to panic. “Sasha, Sasha, wake up!” Amy shakes her harder. The growls grow louder. Amy begins to realize that there is no animal, the growling is coming from Sasha. Amy’s breathing becomes heavy as fear starts to settle in. She jumps out of the bed, clutching moo cow and runs to Logan’s room next door.
“Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, Sasha is have a weird nightmare and can’t wake her up! I’m scared,” Amy says in a huff. She hears that same growling sound, only deeper. She becomes even more afraid and starts to cry. “I want to go home!” She panics as Logan’s growls get even more wolf like. “I want my mother!” she sobs loudly. Tears stream down her face. Her crying wakes Logan up. His eye pop wide opened as Amy hears a something that sounds like a sword being quickly drawn from it’s sheath, she looked around but it’s too dark to see what it could have been.
“What’s all the noise about kid?” Logan asked startled to find Amy in his room. She shaking and crying. “What’s wrong?” he asked concerned. Now fully awake, Logan hugs the child in an effort to confront her.
“It’s Sasha,” she sniffed, “She’s having some kind of nightmare, I can’t wake her up. She just keeps growling,” Amy explained as she cried.
“It’s ok, I’ll go check on her. Hand me my robe , it’s hanging on the door.” He pointed at his door. The moonlight lit her way and she turned around to get the robe then handed it to Logan. As she got closer to Logan she could see his muscular hairy chest.
“Oh my gosh! they’re werwolves!” she thought. The smell of Amy’s fear became even stronger it filled Logan’s nostrils.
“It’s ok Amy”, he told her calmly, “I’ll take care of everything.” He put his robe on and got up and they walked towards Sasha’s room. All of a sudden they hear Sasha screaming at the top of her lungs.
“DADDY!!!!! DADDY!!!!!!!” Logan runs to Sasha’s room with Amy following close behind him. When they get to her room Sasha is shaking and holding her hands up in front of her face . They are covered with blood and bits of hanging flesh. Sasha sees her father coming. “It hurts daddy! Make it stop!” She cries as the moon illuminated the look of pain on her face. It brought Logan to tears as he sees the boned claws sticking out from the back of her little hands. Amy looks on, shocked.
“Oh my gosh , Sasha you’re turning into a wolverine!” She put her hands to her face. Amy’s comment only magnifies Sasha’s fear.
“I’m a freak!!” Sasha states. Logan turns to Amy with a scowl.
“Amy, she not turning into anything, it’s normal,” he barks. Amy stood idly by quietly hugging moo cow as she watch on.
“Darling’, it’s ok, you’re all right,” Logan tells Sasha as he moves in closer and holds her to him, kissing her forehead. “You’re ok sweet heart, you’re ok. It’s normal,” he reassures her.
“How do you know?” Sasha asked, her voice muffled as she spoke.
“Because darling’, I live with ‘em everyday of my life. You got them from me.” Logan answered holding his hand up as he popped his claws. Sasha and Amy watched in awe as 3 silver claws pierced threw the skin of Logan’s hand drawing very little blood. Fully extended, they were 8-12 inches long. Sasha began to calm down, wiping her eyes dry with her fingers. Her bone claws began retracting back into her hands, the wounds heal right before her eyes as if nothing had happened. She looked at her father’s claws, the reflection of the moon shined on the polished metal. Logan watch the look on his daughter’s face as she reach out and touches one claw with her finger.
“Careful doll, they’re real sharp.” Logan warned. Sasha smiled at her father.
“Will mine look that that when I’m older?” she asked.
“I hope to God not, darlin’. My claws were once like yours, until one day someone got the wise idea ta make ‘em like this.” The look on her father’s face told Sasha that this was something her father did not want.
“Who did it?” Sasha asked curiously. Logan took a deep breath as he retracted his claws and exhaled.
“An experimental weapons facility, back when I was in the Army.” he answered.
“How did the army get the metal on, Dad?” she asked.
“They cut me open, nabbed me when I wasn’t looking,” Logan explained as honestly as he thought his daughter was able to handle.
“Did it hurt?” She asked.
“More than words can say,” he answers, looking her in the eyes. She could feel his memories of pain as she listened to the tone of his voice. Suddenly Sasha burst into tears and hugged Logan as tight as she could crying uncontrollably.
“My daddy. my daddy, how could they do that to my dad!” Her reaction took him by surprise. He held her closely.
“Daddy’s ok sweetheart, he beat ‘em,” he continued as he rocked her in his arms. A brief cold blast of fear ran down Sasha’s spine as she felt how Logan had to beat them. She gulped as a flash of an image raced threw her head of her father. He was nude and coved in blood, his claws extended as bits of flesh plopped off them and hit the ground. She saw the look in his eyes, it was less than human as he raced out of a thick metal door leaving a trail of broken bloody bodies behind him.
“He had no other choice, it wasn’t his fault”, she convinced herself as the vision faded away. Amy came towards Logan and sat next to him. She started hugging him too, unaware that she dropped moo cow. Logan’s heart just melted and he reached an arm around Amy hugging her as well.
“I saw it dad.” Sasha said, looking up at Logan.
“What do you mean, you saw it?” Logan asks, confused.
“In my dreams,” she replied.
“Dreams? Can you tell daddy about theses dreams darling?” he asked.
“They’re awful, sometime I wake up and my bed is wet from all the sweat. I didn’t tell you about them because I just wanted them to go away, then one day they did. Until tonight that is,” she explained. Logan listened with as Sasha began telling him her dream in full detail. His face dropped when he heard her describe the exact same dream he himself woke up from that very night. Logan sat in disbelief, listening to his 7 year old daughter talk about the tortures of the Weapon X project. “I didn’t know until tonight those dreams were about you dad, When I saw your claws I started putting it together. That’s how I know what they did to you,” she went on.
Logan put his head in his hands. “Oh dear God, I’ never wanted you to see that stuff, I’m so sorry Sasha,” he said as a tear streamed down his cheek. He lifted his head. “When did these dreams start darling ?” he asked, his voice and face changed.
“ I first got ‘em last year, dad are you mad at me?” Sasha asked.
“No, it’s not your fault, none of it is anyone’s fault but those who did what they did to me,” he explained. Logan took a deep breath and looked at the two girls hugging him, one on each side.
“Mr. Logan?” asked Amy looking up at him as she hugged him with both arms.
“Mmm?” he acknowledged.
“You said it’s normal, does that mean I’ll grow claws too, my mom never told me about claws.”
”No, Amy, ya ain’t gonna grow claws.” He sighed, “Listen kid, Sasha and I are different than you and your ma, we’re Mutants.”
“Mutants!?” I thought you guys were werewolves. Boy, was I wrong,” she smiled.
“Werewolves?! You thought we were werwolves?” Sasha laughed. “Oh my gosh, Amy! Ha-ha, there’s no such thing as a werewolf! Next thing you’ll be telling me there’s a Santa Claus, too,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “Can you believe that dad?” Sasha asked, looking up at Logan. “You’re a werewolf,” she mocked as Logan chuckled.
Amy began feeling quite stupid as she tried to smile, “Yah, what was I thinking? Pretty stupid of me huh?”
“Yep!” Sasha immediately agreed. Logan saw the embarrassed look on Amy’s face.
“You’re not stupid, Amy, I think that was a normal thing for a young girl ta think. Heck , I would have thought the same thing if I saw my friend with claws popping out of her hands on a full moon,” he smiled. Amy smiled back looking up at Logan. “Well,” said Logan scratching his head, “looks like you two are gonna have ta bunk with me for the rest of the night. Can’t sleep here in this bloody bed,” he stated.
“YAH!!” they screamed jumping up and down.
Logan smiled, “Come on you little squirts, let’s get some shut eye.” He scooped both girls up, one under each arm as they giggled all the way to the bedroom.
On the way Amy asked, “Mr. Logan? Do you hate humans for what they did to you?”
“No, I don’t hate humans Amy. I’ve loved quite a few of them in my day.” He smiled. “Like everything else in this world kid, there’s good and bad on both sides,” Logan answered as they got under the covers and fell back to sleep.
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