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Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: The
X-Men belong to Marvel comics. This is fanfiction written soley for
entertainment purposes. No money is being made off of this. Denver is
my creation, so is Alex.

Author's Note: I
wrote this story over ten years ago, so much of what you read here
has most likely been disputed as time has gone on. Especially in
regards to Wolverine. So, while I do love and appreciate all reviews,
don't waste your time telling me, “This just wouldn't work,
because Logan is much older!” Also, this is completely a “What
if” story and doesn't fit into Marvel Continuity.

Chapter Six

They stayed in the garage for a couple hours, letting Denver's
healing factor do it's work. Denver was all for just getting out of
there, but Remy wouldn't hear of it. He wasn't a very good driver,
having never had much of a chance to drive, he didn't have a drivers
license, and he wanted to make sure that Denver would be able to
drive home safely. He wouldn't give her the keys to the car until her
face looked normal and she stopped wincing every time she moved.

They were both very quite as Denver drove. It wasn't until they
were safely in Rhode Island and almost home that Denver finally
spoke. "Remy, I think it would be best if we just don't tell my
mom what happened."

"I agree," Remy said, feeling relieved. He had no desire
to let Alex know about the interesting day they both had either.

Unfortunately, neither of them counted on the power of the media.
When they got to the house, Alex was waiting for them, outside. The
moment they stepped out of the car, she looked at them. "Both of
you, in the house, now!"

She looked completely emotionless. Remy and Denver looked at each
other nervously. "Um...something wrong mom?"

"Yeah," Alex said, "We do get news from Boston in
Rhode Island." She turned and walked into the house.

"Oh shit...." Denver muttered as they followed Alex into
the house.

Remy's heart was beating so loud he was sure they could hear it
all the way back to New Orleans.

The moment they were inside, Alex threw her arms around Denver.
"Oh God, Kid, are you okay?"

Denver stiffened for a moment in shock. "Wha?"

"Oh God, sorry I came across as such a tightass out there,
but I was so damned worried and I didn't want to do anything that
might alert the neighbors....I don't think anyone realized it was you
two on the news, but I just..."

"Mom!" Denver put her arms on her mother's shoulders.
"Mom, calm down. We're all right, really. Tell me what happened,
what you saw on TV. I didn't see any TV people there."

"No TV cameras were there when it happened," Alex said,
"But someone had brought a camera to the commons and took some
pictures. Channels 5&7 have been down there for awhile talking to
anyone and everyone." She turned and looked at Remy. "Are
you all right?"

He assured her he was fine. He never thought he would see Alex
look so agitated, as though she wanted to leap out of her skin. At
Alex's suggestion, the three of them went into the kitchen. Alex
immediately walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out three
beers. She handed one to Remy and Denver and opened one herself.

Remy looked at the beer and then at Denver. Denver shrugged and
opened hers. Remy followed suit, wondering if Alex even realized what
she had done.

"After today, I figure ya both need a beer," Alex said,
answering the silent question. "Let 'em come and arrest me.
We've got enough problems." She flopped down at the kitchen
table, guzzling half her beer in one gulp, then looked at Remy. "So,
you're a mutant, eh?"

"I t'ink I made that obvious today, didn't I?" Remy
said.

"And I gather you told him about us, right?" Alex asked,
looking at Denver.

"Well, the crowd beat the crap out of me, and I sort of
healed before his very eyes, pretty much, I had to tell him about our
healing factor."

"You 'ave it too?" Remy asked Alex.

She nodded. "My father had it and my brother too. It's a
family thing. When Denver has kids, they'll probably have it. Which
technically might make it not a mutant ability, because it breeds
true, but the assholes at SCAM don't give a tin shit."

"What about your brother?" Remy asked. "Does he
have any problems getting along with this ability? Are people hunting
him?"

Alex frowned. "My brother is a sore subject with me. We were
very close when we were kids and now he doesn't even remember me, or
anything about the two of us growing up."

"How?" Remy tipped his head to one side, giving her a
curious look.

"Some people basically did some pretty nasty shit to him,"
Alex briefly explained. "Changed his body and then erased his
memories and gave him some other ones to take their place. I got
shuffled out of the memories, I guess they thought remembering me
would remind him that he was a human being, that at one point there
was someone who loved him dearly and looked at him as a father, a big
brother, and a minor God. Couldn't have that, now, could they?"

She spoke so bitterly that Remy just decided to change the
subject. "How much trouble do you think Denver and I are in?"
he asked. "Was the picture they showed on TV clear?"

Alex shook her head. "I knew because I know the both of
you...but it was kind of blurry. Denver wasn't really recognizable at
all, with her hair falling in her face like it was and all bruised up
and stuff. You were clearer. I think you'd better lay low for a few
days."

"Oui," Remy said, sadly. "I am sorry..."

"For saving my daughter's life?" Alex looked shocked.

"No, for possibly endangering the both of you. Perhaps it
would be best if I just left."

"No!" Denver shouted quickly and
loudly. Both Alex and Remy turned and stared at her. Her face
immediately turned bright red. "I-I mean, he can't leave now,"
she muttered, looking at her mother. "We can't let him go, SCAM
is looking for him I'm sure."

"You're right about that," Alex agreed. "Remy, you
aren't going anywhere. You're staying right here."

"But if they find me..." Remy blurted out. "Dey
might hurt you an' Denver..."

"We'll worry about ourselves," Alex said, her mouth set
in a determined line. "Kid, you're a Mutant like us and we gotta
watch out for our own. Unfortunately, the world ain't gonna give us a
break, so we've gotta give them to ourselves. You're staying here.
You're going to keep low for a couple weeks, stay inside and forget
working on the house and all, but I'm not sending you out into the
streets. SCAM gets their hands on you and you'll be dead my little
friend."

"But..." Remy began.

"No buts," Alex said, making a slashing motion with her
hand as though to cut him off. "You're staying. If you even try
to leave, I'll kick your ass so hard you'll have to stay."

Denver reached out and put her hand on his. "Please, Remy,"
she said, quietly. "Please stay. I'd be so worried about you if
you left."

Remy looked from mother to daughter and slowly nodded. "'How
could I possibly turn down two such special ladies?"

Alex snorted, but Denver just smiled.

Logan, AKA Wolverine, flicked the remote to the TV, flashing
through the channels. Christ all mighty, he thought,
Chuckles puts in a fancy satellite dish. We got about two hundred
channels and still nothing decent to watch! Disgusted, he tossed
the remote over to the corner of the couch and lit up a cigar.

Things had been quiet around the mansion lately and Logan was
getting itchy. He wanted...no he needed to get in some sort of
scrape. Maybe I should see if Kurt wants to go out and do some
serious drinkin' and skirt chasing tonight. he thought. Or,
maybe I can convince Jean to go for a little moonlight stroll, as
long as I can get her away from that sap Scott. Nah, that isn't
likely. She's so hung up on him, she can't even see a real man. Guess
I should try to con Kurt into going out instead... He stood up
from the couch. Picking up the remote, he aimed it at the TV and
stopped.

He had stopped his channel surfing on a Boston station. He was
just about to click off the TV when he saw a picture on the screen.
The picture showed two figures, both looked young, like they were in
their teens. One seemed to be a girl. She was bent over, holding onto
the other person, a young man. The girl's face was hidden by a mop of
red hair. The young man however, was more visible. Tall, thin, with
red brown hair and wearing dark glasses. But the most amazing thing
about this boy was what he was holding, high in his hands--a common
trash barrel, but it was glowing. Sitting back down, Logan
punched the volume button up higher and listened.

"Today, what started as a peaceful demonstration by members
of SCAM, was nearly turned to tragedy."

"Peaceful demonstration, my ass," Logan
muttered. Magneto might be scary, but people like SCAM were the real
enemy and he knew it.

"...when this young man in the picture, now known to be a
mutant, threatened the lives of millions of innocent bystanders, by
'powering up' this trash barrel and threatening to throw it at the
crowd....."

"Bullshit!" Logan snorted. They were still showing the
picture. Studying it, he could tell the girl had been beaten and the
boy looked frightened.

"Unfortunately, the Mutant and his girlfriend, who is also
believed to be a Mutant and equally as dangerous, escaped before the
police could get there...."

"Good for you kid!" Logan cheered. But he knew this was
only the beginning of something that could get real nasty. SCAM was
going to be after that boy big time. From the looks of things,
that kid is a pretty powerful mutant. And he's young. Logan knew
what he had to do. "Hey, Chuck!" he shouted.

I am here, Logan, a voice in his head said.

"Jesus, Chuck, I hate it when you do that!" Logan
snapped. He couldn't get the hang of just thinking to speak to
Professor Xavier. "Last thing I need is someone messin' inside
my head!"

Logan, why did you call? the Professor asked, sounding
slightly impatient. Will you tell me or should I probe your mind
and find out myself?

"Don't bother," Logan said. "Just wheel your butt
in here. There's something on the TV you really got to see."
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