A long delayed confrontation... Who: Wolverine & Reaver What: A necessary chat; also, somebody inherited daddy's temper. When: BACKDATED to October 7th. After THIS. (Sorry folks, we hadn't had a chance to thread this out yet :D) Where: Reaver's room at the Haven Warnings: R for language and possible violence. Howlett family values. Ferals having an unpleasant conversation... it's unlikely to entail very many words outside of the four letter variety.
It didn't take a genius to figure out that Karr was likely to be upset about having a sister he hadn't been told about. It had been lousy timing which had taken Logan out of the Haven before he had a chance to tell his boy about Laura. When one of his street informants left him a message that seemed to be a lead on Sabretooth's whereabouts, he hadn't stopped to think about anything else. He'd grabbed his pre-made bag and peeled out of the Haven in a borrowed Jeep. Logan had taken to having a small carry-on bag pre-packed in his closet for just such occasions. His only other luggage was a small arsenal he also kept prepared for this same reason. Victor Creed had taken Serena from him in a most horrible way out of sheer petty malice. Logan would not rest until he had his revenge by any means necessary.
This bloodthirsty quest of his was only second to his vow to keep his loved ones safe from that animal. Bringing Karr back to the Haven had had more to do with keeping him safe than with keeping an eye on him so he wouldn't succumb to his dark side. Logan intended to keep his son safe from the likes of Creed. The only reason powerful enough to tear him from the Haven was the hunt for Creed. After all, if he removed the danger, that would solve all of his problems in one fell swoop. Unfortunately he was talking about Sabretooth, who might be the only other creature on the planet who was as hard to kill as Logan himself was.
And now he had Laura to think of too. At least according to reports the girl had as strong a healing factor as Logan himself had, or near enough. That gave him a modicum of peace of mind. But that hardly meant he could let his guard down. She had his scent by birth. A scent Creed could track. The fact that she could survive much of what someone like Creed could dish out wasn't necessarily a good thing. He was now fairly numb to the memories of all the ways Serena's body had been defiled, but the thought of sweet little Laura actually living through a fraction of that without the mercy of a relatively swift death was enough to make Logan's blood boil and give him a world class headache like someone was stabbing his eyes from the inside out.
But what was done, was done. Logan was back, after an unsuccessful hunt. The first thing he had done when he'd arrived, after dropping his luggage off in his room, was come looking for his son Karr bearing gifts. He had let himself in, and was sitting at Karr's desk, eyeing the barely contained disaster that was his boy's room while nursing one of the cold beers he'd brought to share.