Who: Logan and Sophie Cuckoo What: A Talk. Somebody's in trouble. Warnings: Nah.
Sophie had been out all night. Ms. Frost's reaction to her inquiry had upset the girl. She didn't understand why Ms. Frost always had to be such an ice queen. She had been warmer with the girls before they'd gotten here. Before they'd split. Before Sophie found out that Emma was her mother. How could she be warmer to her teacher's pets than to her daughter? Did she have to act like it was such a disappointment? Something she was ashamed to even admit? 'We are biologically related.' Well, sor-ry. Maybe Sophie should've just stayed in the test tube, or whatever.
When she arrived home in the morning, someone was waiting for her.
"Sit," said Logan, gruffly. When Sophie stared at him like he'd grown a second head, he took her by the shoulders and lowered her into the chair roughly. "Couple things you and me have to go over." He crossed his arms over his chest.
Sophie raised an eyebrow. Mr. Logan wasn't the person she expected to find waiting up for her. Odd. She and Quentin hadn't done anything, and Mr. Logan would be able to tell that.
"Now, maybe nobody sat you down when you decided to stay here, but you stay in our house, you play by our rules." Logan looked down at her. "Here's the first rule. You don't stay out all night. Especially not with boys, and especially not without running it by your mother first."
Sophie's jaw clenched slightly. Mr. Logan could call Ms. Frost her mother, but Ms. Frost wouldn't. It was ridiculous.
"We've already done this once," Logan said. "Hey. Look at me, kid," he said, glaring. "This ain't a hotel. You do shit like this, you get in trouble. Solution? Don't do shit like this. I don't know what your mother--"
"Does Ms. Frost even know that you're calling her that?" asked Sophie, her tone full of confrontation.
Logan rolled his eyes. "Not this shit again," he said, remembering Rose's last tantrum where she'd called Emma 'that woman'. He didn't really feel like lecturing this kid about mother-daughter relationships. "So she's not great at showing her feelings. She's Emma Frost, what the fu-- hell did you expect?" He shook his head. "Look. She doesn't know how to deal with this stuff any better than you do. It's a fu--weird situation. I can't tell you how to figure it out, but I can tell you that she cares about you and your sisters. The night you all showed up, she was.. Well, I don't know how to explain it, but it was obvious it wasn't just any other night. She cares about you. So she doesn't get how to express it. So fu--cking what? You work on it together. You don't run off and cry about it to your creepy boyfriend."
Sophie blinked. She didn't think she'd be getting a lesson about feelings from the Wolverine. And she certainly didn't think it would make sense. He'd surprised her. She nodded a little. "Okay." A pause. "Can I go?"
Logan shrugged. "Yeah, I'm done." As Sophie started for the stairs, he called after her. "Don't do it again!"
Sophie nodded and gave him a wave over her shoulder, heading upstairs for her room.