A/N: This is my first ever try at writing a LoganxRouge story so please give it a shot. This is also my first time writing a Logan and X-23 story. I am trying my best with both, and trying to keep everyone in character. So I am just dipping my toes in the water with this one, but I hope you like what you read. I do own any of the characters, except for the plot of this story, sort of. Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

Chapter 1

Logan found himself nursing a major hangover, when he found his cellphone beeping in the middle of the night on the nightstand. Couldn't everyone just leave him alone? He just had to kill the woman that he loved, a woman that gone mad with power, a woman that he had to kill to save the world. The feral found himself fumbling around in the dark for a pair jeans and stuffing his feet into a pair of shoes, the cell phone still left blinking like an emergency light. He finally grabbed it, it was a voicemail. And it wasn't very long either. It could have been from Ivy Dujardin, now LeBeau, but she only called to chat him up during the day, to make sure that he was okay, to make sure that he was still alive. To let him know, that she was struggling to cope with the death of Professor Xavier just as he was. But that wasn't all that he was just struggling to get a grip on, and Ivy knew it. He had killed Jean Grey, a woman he had once loved.

He pressed the voicemail button with a single, slightly shaking finger, and pressed his ear to the cellphone. "L-Logan, m-my name is Sarah Kinnley…I was part of the Weapon X program…" the woman's breathing sounded labored and her voice was so quiet, Logan could hardly hear her. He nearly wanted to crush the cellphone then and there when she mentioned being part of the Weapon X program, but instead he forced himself to keep listening. "They made a clone of you…sort of…her name is Laura. S-s-she's our daughter…I-I-I-I-I need you save her….please…I don't want her…to become…a monster…she isn't a monster…she's just a little girl…please you have to…save her…."

Once the voicemail stopped, Logan simply stared at the phone for a couple of seconds. He shut his eyes and released the breath; he had not even realized he had been holding. The sleepy groan from the other side of the double bed, made him look over at the person he had started sharing his bed with a seven months ago. Even though killing Jean Grey was still a fresh wound in his heart, he knew deep down he never loved her. The girl wearily opened her hazel eyes and looked, her eyes still glazed with sleep. She was sleeping in one of his t-shirts. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail, the streaks of white almost glowing in the moonlight that came from the window.

"Somethin' wrong? Didja have another nightmare?" she asked through a yawn, tugging oddly at the long sleeve gloves she wore to bed. She was also wearing leggings and socks.

Logan smirked a little and gently kissed her forehead, gently and quickly so her mutation did not have time to activate. Even after taking the "Cure" her powers still had returned slowly and painfully like a snail, only a month after she had taken it. "Go back to bed." He said gruffly and yanking on a t-shirt and a long sleeved flannel shirt, he left Rogue to cuddle back under the covers and fall back into dreamland.

The kitchen was dead silent when he entered it. Sighing, he rested head against the door of the refrigerator, his hand gripping the handle until his knuckles turned white. The message from Sarah Kinnley still echoed in his mind like a record jammed on the repeat button. She isn't a monster…she's just a little girl. She's just a little girl. He growled in frustration, almost bending the refrigerator handle. What the hell was he supposed to do? Go and get her, save her, and then what raise her as his own? Damn it, he didn't know anything about raising kids, and Rouge being only twenty-two was far younger than him, and he knew that if they ever had any children, the process of it would be rather difficult, and even then he would still feel like a ravage animal in a china shop. But he could not just leave the girl, Laura, to be turned into a monster…to be used as a weapon.

The feral looked down at his phone. Three AM blinked digitally at him, as if to try to remind him that he had other obligations, other paths that he could take that were not reckless and life threatening. Rouge and he were somewhat happy, their relationship still a lot on the rocky side like a rock slide ready to give at any moment, but he was happy to be with her. Never minding the fact that they had moved from New York and into a small Colorado town, it had been Rouge's idea. They needed to escape from everything for a little while. And this old and creaky four bedroom, two bathroom house had become their almost permanent nest. But what would Rouge think if he suddenly came back home with Laura? How was he going to explain it to her? Would Rouge accept Laura? Would Laura even have human enough emotions to comprehend what had been done to her, and that Logan wanted her to be a part of his life, that for so long he had wanted to become a father, but new that is far too dangerous? Damn it, he was thinking too far ahead, and too fast. And how did he even know that Doctor or Scientist woman was telling the truth?

First things first, he needed to save her. Find were she was holed up and get her out. He knew that doing this alone was reckless and life-threatening. And he did not want to leave Rouge to face the world all by herself. He had tried to do that and all it had gotten him was a ton of heartache, and a whole bunch of walls around him that had just begun to crumble.

If he was going to rescue Laura from becoming a tortured monster, he was going to help in getting her out, and he was going to need a professional. But not just any professional. He needed an expert thief…