Summary: He always wondered how death would greet him. Never in a million years did he think he'd be greeted like this―by protecting a child he barely knew. Never did he think that in his last moments, he would hear these words. Yet, she said them, giving him the one thing he'd been yearning for since the beginning. She gave him...peace. "Daddy, please, don't go.

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Spoilers for Logan, don't read any further if you haven't seen the movie and don't want to have it ruined for you.

My Sunshine

She tried to keep her tears at bay but failed. Her eyes are filled with tears with her bottom lip quivering as she stood over Logan's grave - no, he wasn't Logan to her anymore, he was her Daddy. The rest of the group already left but she stayed behind for a few more seconds, not wanting to leave her father. Wiping her nose with her sleeve, she grabs the cross standing over his grave.

No, this isn't right. There is no God. If there was, they wouldn't allow any of this to have happened.

She places the cross so it looks like an X, in honor of what he did and who he was.

"...I'm sorry," she whispers, before having one last look at the grave that belongs to the man who became her father in his last moments. "Goodbye."

Grabbing her bag, she walks away, refusing to look back.

"Laura, hurry up," Rictor calls out to her, motioning for her to pick up her pace. She did exactly that but when she reaches the group, she does not want to talk to anyone and she is sure everyone knows that. So she does something that she knows is not smart. She grabs the music player and shoves the headphones in her ears. Turning it on, she presses the play button and immediately music begins playing, bringing a wave of fresh tears to her eyes.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey..."

Two days earlier

"Will he be okay Rictor?"

The oldest boy, who had assumed the role of the leader in their group, nods his head. "Sí, Laura, he'll be okay. We are giving him the serum, which is helping him to heal a lot quicker."

Laura lets out a breath she did not know she had been holding. "Thank you."

"...You care very much for the man, don't you?"

She looks at Logan before slightly nodding her head. "He has sacrificed so much for me, just so I could be here today," she mutters. "If I had not bothered him...so many people would be alive." Memories of the past three days flash into her mind. "But...what is done is done."

Rictor places a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezes it, but she quickly shrugs him off. He should know better, she hates physical contact. "Get some rest. He will not be waking up anytime soon."

She only nods her head, her eyes never moving from Logan's unconscious body. "Buenas noches, Rictor."

The older boy only nods his head before walking out of the cabin, leaving Laura alone with Logan. She watches him for a few seconds before standing up. She sees that he is dreaming - he keeps muttering names that she cannot recognize and he is beginning to shine with sweat.

She knows the signs of nightmares anywhere.

She walks over to him when Logan mutters Charles' name, which is followed quickly by an apology. Shame flushes throughout her body and she falters in her steps. The words she said a few minutes ago echo within her as she realizes that...Logan is suffering because of her. He has lost everything simply because she needed to get here. The man that helped shaped him into who he is today is dead because of her, because of the men that chase her. Would it have been better if she had died, alongside the rest of the kids back in Mexico City? Gabriela would still be alive, Charles would still be alive, the Munsons and Caliban - so many would be alive.

Suddenly, a hand grabs her wrist and her head whirls to look at Logan. "Don't...blame yourself," he mutters with half-lidded eyes, clearly half-asleep. "It ain't...your fault."

She looks at his hand, willing herself to keep her body still. "It is, though. So many were killed because Transigen wants me." She balls her left fist. "I have killed too many, Logan."

His head lops to the left, allowing him to clearly face her. "It isn't your...fault." She lets out a shaky breath and hides her face with her hair. Seeing this side of her makes him sympathizes with the girl. She is still so young, yet so old. She is barely eleven and already a murderer.

"You have nightmares," she states after getting control of her emotions. "People hurt me in mine."

"Mine are...different," he looks up at the ceiling and remembers the most recent dream. "I hurt people."

"They are bad people?"

"...It doesn't matter, not in the end."

"I have killed many but they were all bad men. They were hurting me, hurting those I cared for."

"They're people, thought," Logan places his hand onto hers. "and you're going to have to find a way to live with those dreams, the consequences of killing those men."

Laura stiffly nods her head. She opens her mouth to say something but his eyes are closed once again. Grabbing a cold cloth left by her friends, she places it upon his forehead and begins singing a song that she once sang with Gabriela.

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms," she begins singing in a hushed tone. Why does she do it? She does not know but she feels as if this is...right. "When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I bowed my head, and I cried."

This voice…there is so much angst in it, so much heartbreak.

Logan is sure that he is dreaming, there is no way that the little girl would be singing. So...why did he see her singing?

"Johnny...Cash?" he sleepily asks, half dazed from both the drugs in his system and sleep.

She is silent and he thinks he is hallucinating everything until she answers. "Sí," she says, although she does not know who this...Johnny Cash is.

Logan does not know this, however, and only blinks wearily. He does not have any control over his tongue and before he can hold it back, he says, "I like...it."

Laura is shocked and embarrassed to be caught singing but when she sees Logan's face once more, she realizes that it was worth it. He is not tormented by nightmares at the moment and he seems to be...relaxed, a face she has not seen on the man.

So she continues. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine." She sits on the floor and rests her head on the bed, right next to Logan's arm. "You make me happy when skies are grey."

An hour later, Rictor quietly opens the door to the cabin only to be shocked at what he sees. Logan and Laura are both fast asleep, the latter still in a sitting position next to the bed. What is even more shocking is the fact that Laura looks...comfortable, despite Logan's hand resting on the top of her head. He is left speechless and does not know what to think. Turning around, he decides to leave the two alone once more.

"...You'll never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."