I am excited to be introducing a new fan fiction, Daughter of Magneto! “The Daughter of Magneto is a Marvel® fan fiction, focused on the world of the X-Men. Starring the mysterious daughter of Magneto and the even more mysterious Logan ‘James’ Howlett, aka the Wolverine, the Daughter of Magneto is my second Marvel fan fiction.” ~ Daughter of Magneto: Chronologiclly
Daughter of Magneto, Chapter 1: Bonds (part 1)
Shiloh stood beside his bed, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. Only a few days ago he had washed up on the island’s beach, close to death. And considering he was a wolverine, that was an even more serious statement than it would have been otherwise.
It had been over 3 days since he had shown up and neither his friends nor the agents of Magneto had come looking for him. It was as if the rest of the world believed the lie that he was dead. Shiloh rolled her eyes. No matter how hard he tried, Shiloh doubted Magneto would be able kill a wolverine. Especially a wolverine of her patient’s capabilities. Just a bare understanding of the nature of a wolverine’s powers was enough to figure that one out. And, lucky for her patient, Shiloh had more than just a bare understanding of it herself. Way more.
But she was getting distracted, and that could be deadly in a situation like this. Shiloh had just heard the whine of a stealth engine as it landed on the beach about 5 miles down from where her just stood. It was time to move. If it was Magneto, she would move the Wolverine. If it was his friends, memories of whom she had found when repairing his mind, then she would leave him where he was and let them take him home. Home. It had been a long time since she had called any place home.
The island wasn’t her home, that was for sure. More like a containment cell, a place where Magneto could keep her without her actually being a prisoner. He had a reputation to uphold, after all. She shook her head at the memory those thoughts brought with them. No, she needn’t think of that right now. Right now, she needed to focus. Her patient’s life may well be depend on who’s ship that was on the beach.
Logan blinked, doing his best to remember where he was. Suddenly, his fight with Magneto and one of his telepaths came rushing back all at once. And yet, as he sat up there was no pain. Of course not he thought to himself. You would think after years of living with and relying on his regeneration abilities, he would remember he had them. Instead of scolding himself about it however, he focussed his surroundings. He was in a hut made of some type of metal and mud mix that resembled clay to some extent.
Logan tried to remember how and why he was in the hut. All he could recall was a women’s voice singing a song in a language he didn’t understand and the feeling of peace the song brought with it. Grabbing his shirt off the chair next to the bed, he put it on, noticing that someone had done their best to mend it and remove the bloodstains. It was no longer a true white, but it was still in one piece. Somehow. Just as he was about to exit the door, some inner instinct told him not to. That’s when he heard the noise of someone coming up the path outside. Whoever was, it wasn’t the person who had built the hut and sheltered him. It was a completely different smell from the one that filled the hut. One that a split-second later he realized he knew all to well.
“You took your time.” Logan scolded the two x-men as they approached the hut. Logan wasn’t sure how he knew it had been a while, but he didn’t care. One of the two x-men, a young man with reddish brown hair and red visor over his eyes just glared at him. The other, a young woman with more strawberry blonde hair gave him a more gentle but still reproving look.
“We’ve been looking everywhere for you, Wolverine. If you hadn’t gone all berserk like that we might have been able to catch…” Here the young woman stopped and turned as if she heard something. Her soft voice had seemed to have calmed her companion, but her sudden change made him more confused than usual.
“What is it, Jean?” the other asked, doing his best to search the area subtly.
Amateur thought Logan with a scowl. Even Jean, the smarter and more experienced of the two clearly had no idea what or who they where dealing with. Only Logan had ever seen someone that skilled at hiding, and even then only once. And that encounter hadn’t been pretty, let alone easy to for even him to survive.
As Shiloh watched the encounter at a distance, she was relieved that she hadn’t needed to guide the two x-men to their destination. The fact that the woman was none other than Jean Grey was both a relief and a complication. It meant that there was no need for her to risk leaving a tell-tail trail, but there was also the danger that once Jean stopped focusing on finding Logan. . .
Of course, when they had arrived at the hut they found the wolverine at the door fully awake and outwardly grumpy. It was only when Jean stopped mid-sentence, did Shiloh realize that the Wolverine had seen her. He had known she was watching him probably even before he had heard his companions. As Shiloh tried to decide what to do, one of his louder thoughts floated up to her, and she totally agreed with it. The two x-men were definitely amateurs when it came to the ways of an expert hunter-turned-watcher. Shiloh also agreed with the sentiment she could feel behind the quiet thought that followed the loud one, even if she couldn’t quite hear what it was. The Wolverine was the only one she truly had to fear. If, and only if it came down to a hunt, that is.
Even at this distance, Logan could tell that whoever was there, she was only watching them. He only need half of his senses to tell him that. As Jean started to move towards the area, he felt another instinct kick in.
“Don’t.” It came out as a growl, startling Jean, Scott, and their watcher. It also causing both of them to look back at him confused. Neither of them dared to ask the question that was written all over their faces as they stood unsure what to do.
Logan watched her as she watched them, debating his next move. Something within him told Logan he couldn’t just leave her here for Magneto to punish. With that thought and another glance at the hut, his mind was made.
“Go back to the ship, I will be down soon.” Logan ordered Jean and Scott as he headed into the underbrush with the skills only a wolverine possessed. Both of them looked like they wanted to question him, but they both also knew that it would be useless.
After a few minutes of careful work, he arrived next to the silent woman. She turned toward him slowly as if just now sensing his presence. And as he locked eyes with her, Logan found himself looking into the greenest eyes he had ever seen.
“Aren’t you going to go with your friends?” She asked, pronouncing the words very carefully as if she was afraid she wasn’t sure she was speaking the right language.
“Why did you help me?” Logan responded, answering her questions with a question.
“Because.” She replied a little briskly, adding in a softer voice almost like an after thought “It is the only thing I can do that will make a difference.”
“There is one thing.” Logan reminded her, somehow feeling like they had discussed this before. Not that he could remember where, or more precisely when.
“Thank you, but I don’t think Xavier would. . .” She stopped herself, and turned her head back to the clearing. The clearing. Logan thought, suddenly understanding.
Shiloh started, realizing what his words meant. Either, the mental connection she had created when she had restored his mind worked two ways, or…
“He won’t mind.” Logan responded, ignoring her unfinished refusal.
“Are you sure? Your friends will never truly trust me.” She asked hesitatingly, looking at him like she wanted to believe him but just couldn’t. She was the daughter of Magneto after all.
After a moments silence, she felt herself give into the hope Logan was offering her. The hope of freedom and of purpose.
“I guess it won’t hurt to ask.” Shiloh finally agreed with a faint smile.
Logan watched the young woman as she sat across from him in the plane. Thankfully, both Scott and Jean had decided not to argue about her presence, though Jean was very reserved. Scott, sensing her disapproval also kept his distance, which was perfectly fine with Logan.
Seeming to notice that he was watching her, the young woman flashed him a nervous smile. They had been in the air for a couple hours now. Logan moved across the plane and sat a few seats away from his rescuer.
“Why are you helping me?” She asked him, keeping her eyes on the sky outside the window.
“You helped me.” Logan grunted as if he was stating the obvious. Watching her out of the corner of his eye he noticed the smile that crossed her face at his comment.
“Shiloh.” Logan added trying to sound casual.
Shiloh’s only answer was another, but less nervous, smile. And as Shiloh locked eyes with him, Logan felt as if he had seen those eyes before.
To be continued
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