Communications Office
First Floor
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
Monday, December 28, 2009
11:35 A.M.
Jubilee forgot she needed something at the school for planning Marie and Logan’s wedding. She borrowed one of Remy’s planes to fly back. Kitty usually held the position of answering the phones but, she needed to meet Bobby for lunch. Jubilee offered to fill in for a couple hours.
“Hello, Xavier’s School for Gifted Students, how may I help you? Jubilee Le Beau, speaking.”
“Yes, hello, hello, is Ms. Marie Caldicott there?”
“Yeah and you are?”
“Mr. Stanley Freebotten, I must speak with her on a personal matter.”
‘Personal matter… I wonder what’s this all about?’ Jubilee thought. ‘Doesn’t really matter anyway, Logan still has her cooped up somewhere since their beds were empty and it’s way after ten in the morning.’
“She’s currently indisposed at the moment. Can I have her call ya back?”
“Please do, it’s very important. She will want to know this information as soon as possible.”
‘Geez, hold your britches dude. I’ll see her when I see her, if Wolvie ever allows her to walk again,’ she supposed in her head.
“All right, all right, as soon as I see her I will pass on the message.”
“She has my number.”
“Okay, thanks for calling,” she said before she hung up. “What a weirdo.”
A couple hours later, she was ready to leave to go back home, Jubilee had just about had it with her two teammates. It was killing her to find out the important personal information that Marie needed to know. She decided to check out the Boat House, since they weren’t in their rooms.
Boat House
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
1:35 P.M.
Then she did the unthinkable and banged on the door.
‘They better get up now. It’s not wise to mess with a pregnant Jubilee.”
Suddenly, Logan woke up with a roar and Marie screamed as he jumped up from the bed with his blades ready for any attacker. He rushed to the front door to sniff out… Yellow?
‘What the hell was she doin’ back so soon?’ He thought. ‘This better be good.’
Jubilee swiftly watched the door open and she was treated to a view she’d rather forget. Logan standing there, wearing nothing but skin, and his claws ready to kill the intruder of his bonding time with his mate.
“Whoa Wolvie, put those things away and I don’t mean the blades. I’m already pregnant; I don’t wanna have twins from just lookin’ at ya. Roguey might get mad.”
“What the hell do you want?”
“I came to deliver a message and don’t you dare kill the messenger.”
“Gimme a reason not to…”
“Logan, stand down,” Marie said, Logan thought she sounded eerily like Scott as she walked up to the doorframe in his buttoned up flannel shirt and nothing else.
That earned her a growl and then he pulled her in front of him, to show her his approval of her display of his ownership. He knew she definitely felt his approval poking in her back.
“What’s tha message Jubes?”
“Some dude called for Marie.” Both the ladies heard Logan start growling.
“Anyway, his name was Stanley Freebottom or Freebottle… He said he had personal information for you and that it was important you call him back.”
“Stanley Freebotten, Jubes. This is wondahful news. Ah’ll go get dressed and call him right back. Thanks Jubes,” Logan laughed as his Marie slammed the door closed on her best friend.
“Oh and you got some deliveries at the school!” They heard Jubilee yell through the door.
The animal took Marie in his arms from behind and began to grind himself into her as he growled in her ear. Then suddenly the man stopped the animal to keep what shreds of control he had left.
“Just who is Stanley Freebotten?”
“He’s tha professional genealogist ah hired ta trace your family history after the first guy was crap. The first guy was how we found Lara. Ah hired moah help ta go intah moah detail since tha first guy gave meh dead ends.”
“Okay, so why’s this new guy callin’ now?”
“Not sure sugah but, he’s got more information on somethin’.”
“You want me to give ya some privacy?”
“Um, it’s ‘bout yer history.”
“Well, my body’s tellin’ me it’s time to refill. It’s almost after lunch. You want anythin’ from the fridge?”
“Yeah, food.”
As soon as Logan left, Marie dived right into the phone to call Stanley Freebotten back.
“Hello, is this Stanley?”
“Yes, this is Stanley Freebotten, director of the Alberta branch of the Canadian Historical Society. How may I help you?”
“This is Marie Caldicott returnin’ yer call.”
“Oh! Ms. Caldicott, so good to hear from you. I have found some important information on James Logan Howlett. Quite important in deed.”
“What is it?”
“Elizabeth Howlett is not Logan’s mother.”
Marie suddenly froze and dropped the phone. How could this be true? They were so sure in their research before. Her heart broke for Logan right away and she struggled to keep the tears at bay. Details, she needed details.
“Could ya repeat that?”
“I should clarify. I have found out that Elizabeth Howlett is not Logan’s real mother.”
“How is that possible? Ah thought tha information ah sent was true.”
“I got a call from Margaret Windom, the director of the New Brunswick branch of the Canadian Historical Society and she said that her research turned up an interesting clue to Logan’s past.”
“Ah just cain’t believe this but, go on.”
“She found out that Elizabeth Howlett was his real father’s mistress. Someone he went to school with as a boy, of course he dropped out. After James was born, his real parents couldn’t afford to keep him. So, James’ real father took him to the home of Elizabeth Howlett, an old friend who happened to be rich and was barren. She and her husband took James in as a baby and adopted him as their own. James’ real mother died after giving birth to twin girls. James’ real father came to see his son after a night of intoxication. Which is what you said lead to his death.”
“Raht, according ta what ah pieced tagethah,” Stanley didn’t need to know that Logan was the one that killed him.
“We found Elizabeth Howlett’s diaries in our archives. And I have had them photocopied for you, at least the information relating to James.”
“But how does New Brunswick tie intah all this?”
“After Elizabeth Howlett’s husband was murdered by Logan’s real father, she left the province, having had enough of the wilderness of the Canadian west. She took what money, valuables she could find in the house, moved to New Brunswick where she lived out the rest of her days as a widow. That’s where we found her diaries.”
“Oh mah gawd. So, what happened ta tha twins? What was his mother’s real name? His father’s real name?”
“Lady Rebecca Westley. She came from England, once rich. And then she met James’ real father, Victor Creed, the first, and fell in love. As you could probably guess, he was a bad influence on her. He wasted their money on alcohol, foolish investments, and gambling.”
“Wow. Keep goin’.”
“Well, we found out what happened to the twins. See I told you this would be an exciting journey when you first called me.”
“Yeah, it’s turning into quite an adventure, sugah.”
“Lucille and Louisa Westley, identical twin daughters, born to a destitute Rebecca Westley in a neighboring town, is what the news clipping says. I found out the town was twenty miles away from the Howlett Mansion. The children were secretly hidden away by the midwife after their birth because the mother had died after the second child was born. James’ and Victor’s father went on a drinking binge as I said. The midwife told Victor that the twins were stillborn and that Rebecca had died. She was also protecting those infants because she knew of Victor’s temper when he drank.”
“Okay, so the Victor Creed ah know is Victor Creed, the second.”
“Correct. James’ half-brother, Victor, the second, has a different mother than James’. Seems that Victor Creed, the first, couldn’t keep it in his trousers.”
“Raht. Do we have any clue to what Victor, the second’s mother’s name is?”
“We are still tracing that aspect at the moment. We will certainly contact you when we know more.”
Marie saw Logan come in with a tray of food for her to replenish her energy stores.
He put it on the dresser and began to make the bed.
“Great. So, what happened ta tha twins after tha midwahf hid em?” Logan’s ears instantly perked up at what Marie said.
He smelled his armpits and felt like freshening up. Maybe by the time he got out, maybe she’d be willing to let him in on what was going on. Sure, he could have listened in but it wouldn’t have been the whole story.
“Louisa Westley was adopted and her name was changed. Louisa Westley became Louisa Hartcourt. Word is she was adopted by a French Canadian couple from Quebec. We are still working on her history. I’ve called in the director of the Quebec branch of the Canadian Historical Society to get more help. She was the youngest.”
“Amazin’,” Marie said as she watched Logan undress before he disappeared into the bathroom for a shower.
“Lucille was adopted and raised by another rich barren woman, from British Columbia. She grew up to be a tall lady. Her name was changed as well. Lucille Westley became Lucy Hatton.”
“Ah cain’t wait ta heah moah.”
“Well this is where the story really twists. James and Victor didn’t know they had sisters. The sisters didn’t know they had family, much less that they didn’t know that each other were alive. We kept digging and found another twist. Lucy Hatton grew up and married David Kent from Montana. From that union, Evelyn Kent was born. Then sometime later, she married Simon Cole. They had Beth Cole. Beth Cole married Franklin Shelby. Elizabeth Shelby was born and later married John Kirkland. From that union we arrive at Lara Kirkland. And then Lara Kirkland married Frank Wyle.”
“Oh mah gawd. When we trahd to trace Lara before, the person we went ta just said Lara Wyle was Logan’s distant cousin. He didn’t provahd much proof. When ah asked him ta go furthah back ta fahnd how distant a cousin she was, the person said it was a dead end. Three years of mah own research and ah couldn’t find this out. So you’re sayin’ that Logan has two sisters?”
“Oh, no, no. Must have been an amateur, I also have access to things he might not have wanted to look into. I wish I could have helped you then. And yes, I am. Two identical twin sisters, Louisa and Lucille Westley. I have a picture of Lucille that I copied and it went out in the mail today with the diary information.”
“Raht. So, where are Lucille and Louisa buried?”
“Lucille is buried in a simple private cemetery in Montana. If you would like, I can contact my colleagues in the states and find out the exact locations of the burial sites.”
“Yes. Please. Get meh as many addresses as ya can.”
“I will do so after the holidays, as my office is closing tomorrow for the rest of the year.”
“That will be fahn. Thank you for your call. Good-bah.”
“Baby, your food’s gettin’ cold,” Logan said as he came back in from the shower dressed in a towel.
He watched Marie hang up the phone and she looked at him with such love, sadness in her eyes before she looked down at the floor. Instantly, Logan went to her side and knelt by the chair as he smelled the scent of salt water.
“Baby, what is it,” he asked as he stroked her arm.
Then the flood gates opened. He brought a finger up to lift her chin and her eyes were full of tears. No words were spoken between them as he watched a single tear blaze a trail down her cheek. Her tears ripped at his heartstrings to the point that he almost began to tear up. She reached out and hugged his neck as she continued to cry. Logan wrapped her in his arms and held her tight as he stood. He scooped her up and took her back to the freshly made bed. He gently set her down in the middle of the bed and sprawled alongside her.
“Ah’m sorry. Ah’m bein’ a crah-baby,” she finally spoke.
“What’s wrong? Was what that guy had to say that bad?”
“Oh sugah, ah don’t know where ta begin…”
“At the start,” Logan said, trying to be funny; anything to get Marie’s smile back.
If he could get Marie to smile, all was right with the world…
“Ah should see the Professor first.” She threw him for a second.
“What, why? What’s he got to do with anything? Marie, what is it?”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Logan finally finds out about his family...
Sorry for the delay, there was a holiday and all.
I'm not having a good day at dialysis so I'm gonna go bury myself in Logan's care for a while.
I hope you enjoy the weekend treat!
Sorry for the delay, there was a holiday and all.
I'm not having a good day at dialysis so I'm gonna go bury myself in Logan's care for a while.
I hope you enjoy the weekend treat!
Chapter End Notes:
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