Okay so I dont usually do authors notes in the beginning but I was rereading some of my old xmen stories and theyre sO FUCKING BAD so I'm redoing one of logan having a big sister. I apologize if some of the info is off I haven't seen 'Logan' yet and it's been a long ass time since ive seen wolverine don't sue me

Logan knew it was probably for the best that he didn't remember. He knew that his past was really effed up, but sometimes he just wanted to remember a couple details. Like where was he from? Who is his family? How old is he? It's a little sad that the poor dude didn't even know how old he was.

He was relaxing on the couch in the living room of the mansion when Charles called him down to the first floor lobby mentally. "I can't get any fuckin' peace and quiet 'round here," he muttered to himself as he got up and walked down to the lobby.

Standing there was a woman. She had long, curly black hair pulled back into a ponytail, along with hazel eyes. She was wearing an unbuttoned flannel with a black shirt underneath along with a pair of jeans. She looked strong, like she had fought people three times her size and won. "You called?" Logan asked, seeing Charles beside her.

"James?" The woman asked.

"Who the hell is James?" Logan asked, his nose wrinkling in slight anger. He didn't like being confused.

"That's your name," the woman said. "It's worse than I thought..."

"What's worse? Listen, lady, if you don't start talkin' we're gonna have a problem!" Logan threatened. It was his natural instinct to threaten people, especially when he felt belittled.

"Watch your words, little brother," the woman said. "My name is Angelica Howlette. You're my little brother, James Howlette. I know you don't remember me-"

"Damn fuckin' right I don't!" Logan snapped.

"Don't interrupt me, James! Don't make me tell you again!" Angelica snapped back, getting in his face. Logan had to admit he was a bit unnerved by the look in her eyes. There was a faint memory of a memory telling him to shut up.

Since when has Logan listened to his conscious?

"Why don't you bite me?" Logan growled. Angelica slapped him.

"I raised you, James. You will respect me whether you like it or not," she said. Once she was sure he would be silent, she continued talking. "You were born on June 5, 1885. That makes you 134 years old, turning 135 this year. You were born in a barn, and I delievered you. You slept with me your first night on Earth, since you cried if anyone tried to take you away. When you went on your first hunt with me when you were 10, you didn't catch the rabbit that we were hunting. You were so damn upset about it that Victor and I didn't have the guts to get mad at you. The next day you caught the very same rabbit you we're hunting, and you were so happy you made us eat it that night for dinner. When you burnt it, Vic and I just told you it was good so that we didn't hurt your feelings."

"Woman, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about," Logan said, a snarl forming on his lips.

Angelica made a very frustrated noise. "Listen up, runt! You're my little brother. See these?" She held up her hand and two claws popped out of her knuckles, except they were bone. "Yeah, same mutation as you." She grabbed his wrist and pressed on a pressure point he didn't even know he had.

"Ow!" He cried. His claws immediately popped out.

"You're claws used to be bone, just like mine," she said. "I know you remember, James. Come on, you runt, give me something."

Logan went silent. Something was digging in the back of his mind. Something trying to push it's way to the front but it was too weak to do so. Logan reached for that. It was part of his past, part of him. He had to know. This woman seemed all to familiar.

"Angelica," Logan said quietly. The name was sparking memories. He could remember himself as a boy, running to her when he was scared, or when her father would beat her up, he would hide in the folds of her skirt until he could escape.

"Yes," Angelica said. They were still nose to nose; apparently Angelica didn't really give a shit about his personal space. "It's okay, you can remember."

Those words just encouraged him to dig deeper. First it was noises: the pitter-patter of small feet running into a room. Crawling into a bed while warm arms embraced him to soothe him. A soft voice singing him to sleep while fingers combed through his hair. Those same fingers digging into his sides and making him laugh until he cried. A growl as he was pushed behind someone, a deep voice of his real father screaming at that same someone who was protecting him. Yelling, so much yelling, and then blood. Blood was everywhere. Logan was curled up in a teenager's arms, crying and holding her loose dress as he stared at his hands in horror. The same soft song behind sung to him to calm him down.

"I killed my father," Logan said softly, the memories flooding his mind so fast it was almost too much.

"Yes, James, you did. You did it because he was hurting Victor, hurting me, and he killed your step father," Angelica said gently. She had moved away from him a little.

"You sung."

"I did."

"We should sit him down," Charles said gently as he rolled over to Angelica. "I think he's a bit overwhelmed. Let's take him to his room."

"Thank you."

An arm was linked with Logan's, pulling him gently towards the elevator. Charles usually used the elevator for his wheelchair, but today for the fact that Logan was too distracted to properly walk up stairs.

Logan's eyes were fogged over. He was remembering the cold as he ran away from home, being picked up into someone's arms as they carried him along when he was too tired to walk. The feminine voice telling a 'Victor' to hurry up. Being shoved into a small cave along with his brother. A promise to come back. A broken promise. Tears. So many tears.

"You didn't come back like you promised," Logan said, dazed.

"I know, runt," Angelica said. She had led him to his room and sat him on the bed while he was lost in his memories. "I had to protect you and Victor. Shh," Angelica soothed. The overwhelming feeling of emotion had caused a tear to streak down Logan's face, which she wiped away with her thumb. "It's alright, little brother. Don't overwhelm yourself. I'm here now."

"Tell me," Logan said softly, looking at her with glassy eyes. Angelica couldn't help but put an arm around Logan. He looked so pitiful and scared, she just had to.

"Tell you what, James?" She asked gently.

"Everything."

I was searching for covers and-

I cannot stop laughing please help me.