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    Title: HUMANITARION CAUSES Author: Hunter Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Rateing: PG..maybe 13.. Summary: Logan meets guy, Logan saves guy, Guy is strange in
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      Title: HUMANITARION CAUSES
      Author: Hunter
      Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
      Rateing: PG..maybe 13..
      Summary: Logan meets guy, Logan saves guy, Guy is
      strange in more ways than one, People get hurt in
      nasty manners.
      Warnings: Nope...maybe violence..Oh Yeah..this is also
      my first time in posteing anything here...so if ive
      done somthing really gosh awfull (other than
      spelling), tell me.
      Email Adress: katduza@... -YES PLEASE..Part Two
      is finished and ready to be sent, but im not sure if
      you all want to really read this....so let me know...

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      PROLOUGE
      Twenty minutes earlier, the Captain had announced that
      all personnel in this bunker were to undress, and
      prepare for a medical examination by the base�s
      medical officers. It was a compulsory exam; routine
      after
      the number of problems this particular army regiment
      had been suffering through. Among the ranks, some
      men whispered of chemical warfare exposure.
      One man had refused to undress citing his religious
      beliefs. The Captain declared that religion had no
      place
      in the army. He ordered the men under his command to
      pin the solider and forcefully strip him down.
      Moments later, thirty soldiers, the medical officers,
      and the Captain himself, stared in undisguised horror
      and disgust at the stripped solider. He stared back at
      them from the corner, and the tail, which, until now,
      he
      had managed to hide, thrashed against the walls.
      ________________________________________________________________________
      PART ONE�EIGHT YEARS LATER
      Somewhere in the Midwestern United States.

      Logan warily watched the crowd from the corner of his
      eye. Keeping his rifle in plain view, he slowly
      patrolled the fringes of the throng. A thin trickle of
      sweat rolled lazily down his spine. The heat of the
      night
      swirled lazily in the over crowded barn. The few women
      present were rapidly waving fans. It wasn�t doing
      much good, other than adding their body heat to the
      furnace.
      On a hastily erected stage, a well-built, blond man
      paced up and down speaking to the gathered men and
      women. As the crowd grew more excited with every hard
      comment or question he directed down to them,
      they punctured the air with their upraised fists.
      �Sheep,� Logan muttered under his breath. He nodded
      cordially to a guard he had just walked past. A
      reassuring mental touch calmed him slightly.
      �Hey, Jeannie, what�s taking so long? You wouldn�t
      believe what these guys smell like!�
      As if fate intervened to prove Logan�s point, a large
      over weight man suddenly threw up both his arms and
      sprinkled Logan with small droplets of sweat from his
      shaggy hair.
      �Goddamn! Sonofa�!�
      Jean laughed lightly inside Logan�s mind. �Almost
      ready. Just waiting for Storm to confirm position.�
      Logan smelt the air; anger, rage, excitement, a tinge
      of fear. And lots of failed deodorant.
      �Getta move on it, will ya�, Red! I don�t know how
      much longer I can take this shit,� he added in
      disgust.
      ________________________________________________________________________
      Cyclops edged closer to Jean, �How�s he doing?�
      Jean broke her mental contact with Logan. �Tense.
      Annoyed. We're taking too long.�
      She shifted closer to Scott. They were standing behind
      the Blackbird. They had landed the jet behind a
      small hillock, concealing it from anyone in the barn
      who might wander outside before the time was ready.
      Scott snorted in disgust, �You�d think that with all
      the time and effort he has taken so far, he could wait
      ten
      more minutes.�
      �You know Logan.��It�s hard enough,� Jean continued,
      ignoring Scott�s snide comment, �for him on an
      everyday basis not
      to maim you, never mind being surrounded by hate
      mongering, mutant bashing humans. It�s taking an
      immense amount of control on his part,� she finished.
      Scott cleared his throat and gave Jean a weird look.
      Changing the subject, he asked, �Is Rouge and Storm
      in position?�
      Jean concentrated briefly. �Rouge's ready. So is
      Storm.�
      Scott checked his watch to mark the time. �Tell Logan
      to move into position, and strike on my count.�
      ________________________________________________________________________
      Rouge hovered over a small crack in the barn�s roof.
      The leather of her uniform was creating an unbearable
      stickiness on her skin.
      �Lord, Storm. Can�t you do something about this awful
      heat?� Rouge whispered.
      She picked at the seams of her uniform as her teammate
      flew up to the roof to join her. The crack in the
      roof added a steady stream of heated air into the
      humid warmth of the night.
      �Logan must be melting in there,� observed Storm.
      Rouge watched Logan walk past one of the guards. He
      finally leaned back against a stack of bundled hay
      and rested the rifle he had been holding against his
      shoulder. Rouge had never seen Logan work
      undercover like this before. Apparently he was very
      good at it, but quite frankly, it was unnerving.
      Seeing
      him act so cordially towards these obvious bigots,
      knowing that under his blas� exterior he was dying to
      cause some damage appeared odd to her.
      She remembered the lecture Logan received from Scott
      and Jean five months ago before he had left for this
      mission.
      �Please, Logan. Don�t use your claws.�
      �What? Not even to open a can or something?�
      �Logan!�
      �No more joking. This is important.�
      �Yeah, yeah.�
      �And no growling.�
      �Grrrrrrrrr��
      �Stop acting like a moron and listen, dammit!�
      Logan had looked at both of them in hard silence.
      �Look, it�s not like I haven�t done this before, you
      know.� Was this another hint at his untold past?
      �Okay,� Jean continued down the list, �Don�t bare your
      teeth. Keep body and facial hair down to a
      minimum.�
      Scott had burst out laughing at that followed by Rogue
      and Storm. Logan had glared while Jean carried on
      nonplussed.
      �And try not to snarl. Got it?�
      �Unfortunately,� Scott added under his breath.�Got
      it,� Logan nodded, and then almost fell out of his
      chair when he Jean produced a pair of barber
      scissors.
      �Shit, Jean, no! No fucking way! JEAN!�
      Scott and Storm got the hell outta there pretty quick
      when Jean forced Logan to sit still. and had Rogue
      stayed to help her give him a trim. Logan had actually
      ended up looking very good. It was not his normal
      rough, rugged, and sideburned look, but, all in all,
      not bad.
      ___________________________________________________________________________
      Rouge was broken out of her thoughts by Storm.
      �As soon as Logan has Dawson, I�ll send both of you
      some nice soothing mist.�
      Storm pushed her head over the crack, edging Rouge
      aside, so she could peer inside.
      Rouge pushed closer against the roof and listened to
      the litany coming from inside the barn.
      �Why are our children afraid to go to school? Why are
      we scared to send them?� Dawson questioned his
      audience.
      �MUTANTS!!� the crowd screamed eagerly jabbing the air
      with clenched fists.
      �And why are we afraid to walk the streets?� Dawson
      questioned the crowd again.
      �MUTANTS!!�
      �Crimes on the increase��
      �MUTANTS!!�
      �The Dollars falling��
      �MUTANTS!!�
      The call and response continued.
      Rouge sighed. Never mind him melting, Wolverine must
      be going crazy in there. The two female mutants
      on the roof felt Jean�s mental call.
      �They're ready,� Storm confirmed.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      The crowd screamed a final �Mutants!� and waited
      expectantly as Dawson finally stopped his pacing and
      faced them. He was in total control. He had the right
      mixture of personality and propaganda with the added
      stupidity of the masses. He could get them to jump off
      a cliff right now, if he so wished.
      �The time has come for people, HUMAN PEOPLE, Our
      Lord�s first creation, to take back what is
      rightfully ours. Our lives and our Land!�
      Two men in execution-style hoods stepped up to the
      stage. Between them, they were dragging a man who
      had a hemp sack over his head. The man struggled in
      vain, and tripped as the two brutes continued do pull
      him forward to the front of the stage.
      Dawson stepped aside as a chair was placed directly in
      front of the struggling man. As if sensing what was
      about to happen, the hooded man�s struggles increased
      earning him a well placed punch in the ribs.
      Dawson felt the crowd falter in their enthusiasm at
      this bit of violence. He reworked them into frenzy as
      one of the guards tossed a thick rope over a roof beam
      and start to tie a hangman�s knot.�God created us. We
      are his creation. The creation of holiness � not the
      forsaken filth spewed out by
      man�s corruption, man�s mistakes, man�s sins��
      The hooded man was dragged up onto the chair, and the
      noose put around his neck. Dawson felt the energy
      beating out of the frenzied masses below him
      �WE must reclaim humanity! WE must purge out the ranks
      of decay! It is up to US to stop our fall into
      Satan�s gutter!�
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      Logan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on
      end when he saw the hooded man�s tail.
      �Logan! What�s going on down there?� Jean called
      frantically.
      �Looks like we're about to witness a good old
      fashioned hanging, Darlin�.�
      Wolverine felt his muscles knot with rage and
      suppressed hate.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      �Shit!�
      �What�s going on Rouge?� Storm's worried face moved
      into Rogue�s peripheral vision as she tried to see
      more of the barn through the crack.
      �Change of plans,� Rouge answered answering Storm's
      worried expression.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      �X-Men! Abort mission!� Logan almost flinched when
      Jean called. He knew what Scott would demand.
      �No way, Darlin��too much at stake here!�
      �Logan! Repeat, abort mission and return to sleeper
      status.�
      Logan ignored Jean as she knew he would. He carried on
      with the plan.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      �Rouge, we must leave at once and return to the
      Blackbird.� Storm hissed behind her hovering just off
      the
      roof�s gutter.
      �We can�t go now.� Rogue turned to look down at Storm.
      �He's up to something.�
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      As fierce as his namesake, Wolverine moved from the
      hay bales and jumped on to the stage. Grabbing
      Dawson, Logan leveled his rifle to the hate-monger�s
      head. Logan fervently hoped that Rouge had enough
      of him still rattling around in her head to not to
      leave her position, and to keep Storm with her.
      Dawson�s followers rushed the stage knocking down the
      chair on which the noose-hung mutant still stood.
      �Move one more inch and Dawson here gets an extra hole
      in his head!� Logan yelled pushing the rifle
      onto Dawson�s temple harder.
      �STOP!� Dawson was rigid and slightly pale, but his
      voice betrayed no emotion. �Listen to him� move
      back,� he added calmly.
      �Good advice,� Logan�s head was right next to
      Dawson�s. The mutant-hater�s arm was twisted behind
      his
      back by Logan who also held his rifle against his
      right temple.
      �Now get him down!�Logan indicated the gasping,
      hanging mutant with his head. Harsh coughing sounds
      filled the now silent
      barn. The guards hesitated. Logan�s hands itched to
      let loose his claws
      �I said, GET HIM DOWN� NOW!� Logan snarled almost
      fully baring his teeth, but at the last moment
      remembered not to reveal his sharp canines.
      A brief flash of a knife and the gasping mutant
      collapsed to the floor. His frantic hands were
      immediately
      around his throat, tearing the noose loose and
      throwing the hood off. A badly pockmarked face stared
      wide-eyed back at Logan. The mutant�s fingers rubbed
      his bruised trachea as he got up and stumbled over
      to where Logan was standing. The nearly hung mutant
      saw that the man who has saved him was practically
      ramming a rifle into Dawson�s head.
      Dawson tried to talk Logan down. He thinking
      desperately of what could of turned this man so
      quickly
      against him� all of his personal guards were hand
      picked. �Had the hanging been too much for him?
      Shit, he knew he should have waited. The people where
      still not ready for his kind of leadership, but he
      had never expected one of his own to bulk first.�
      Dawson garbled on trying to break through this
      obviously upset guard�s mentality and to get him to
      think
      about his actions.
      �Want do you want? We can get you anything. Money, is
      that it? Not enough pay? Has something upset
      you? Talk to me, I can help you, brother!�
      Logan upressed a growl. �I�m not your fucking
      brother!�
      Logan could tell this was not going to hold back the
      lynching mob for much longer. He took the rifle and
      quickly swung it hitting Dawson�s head and knocking
      him unconscious. Logan this time swung the rifle
      back to face the mob who were now moving as one
      towards the stage. It would be hard to carry an
      unconscious man, but it was worth the silence.
      Dragging Dawson and aiming the rifle towards the
      crowd, Logan started moving backwards with the
      mutant tag-along walking behind him to the wall of the
      barn and escape.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      Rouge watched Logan grab Dawson and set the hung man
      free. She swore again when she realized the man
      was in fact a tailed mutant.
      So far, the mission was still going according to plan
      except for an extra mutant which no one, not even
      Logan it seemed, had known about.
      Rogue spun around to face the still protesting Storm.
      �Logan�s pulled it through. We're going to need that
      fog now.�
      Listening with one ear as Storm summoned her goddess
      for mist, Rogue watched for Logan to almost near
      the wall before swooping down, and waiting for the
      next move.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      Cyclops watched the tendrils of Storm�s fog wrap
      around his wrist
      �I don�t believe it! They disobeyed a direct order!�
      he hissed to Jean.
      They lay just on the hillock�s crest watching Rouge
      hover just off the barn�s side waiting for Logan.
      Slowly, she and Storm were hidden from view by a thick
      cover of fog. Jean was concentrating hard to keep
      tabs on all the team members. Logan, as usual, was not
      being very cooperative. She sent him some extra
      telekinetic help.
      �Everything is still going as planned,� she whispered
      to Cyclops. �They are all aware of the situation.�
      She frowned deeper and going pale, her eyes flew open.
      She gasped as if hit. �Logan�he's been hurt!�As if on
      cue, the distorted air of the night carried the sound
      of rapid gun shots.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      The barn door threw itself open. �Thanks, Jeannie,�
      Logan sent to the telekinetic. Warm air met fog
      cooled air, and Logan felt his shirt tug slightly at
      the vacuum it caused.
      Logan heard the mutant stumbled behind him. Still in
      shock no doubt. Focusing on the progressing mob in
      front of him, the X-Man moved backwards toward the
      door. Catching movement from the side, Logan
      turned his head slightly to bring a small group of
      children, sitting behind a previously concealing pile
      of
      hay bundles, into focus. Their parents had dumped them
      here before the meeting so that they wouldn�t get
      in the way.
      A boy who couldn�t be older than twelve, got up and
      looked at them. One small hand was holding
      something behind his leg. Logan reached the door and
      shoving the mutant out upon hearing Rouge signal
      him. The fog was almost totally concealing him. Logan
      turned to shove the doors closed and barricade
      them when the boy held a huge scythe up and aimed it
      towards the tailed mutant.
      Screaming, �MUTANT!!!!� the boy threw the scythe into
      a widely flying arc.
      Logan jumped right into the scythe�s path. He bowled
      the mutant over, and drop Dawson and the rifle.
      Rogue swooped down closely followed by Storm
      �Stay back!� Logan shouted as the gun shots started.
      The angry mob had stormed out of the building shooting
      everywhere, apparently confused by the weather.
      Logan felt a bullet rip through his chest passing the
      scythe blade that t had embedded itself just under his
      shoulder.
      �This is fucking ridiculous!� he thought getting up.
      Blood shot into his mouth from his damaged lungs.
      �Shit! That hurts bad.�
      Rouge grabbed the unconscious Dawson and the mutant.
      He wrapped his tail around her waist in panic.
      �Logan, you alright?� she called tossing the
      unconscious man and the mutant over each shoulder and
      already starting back for the Blackbird. Super human
      strength was such an added bonus these days.
      �No time for stupid questions,� Logan grunted back.
      As he started to run back to the blackbird, Logan�s
      lungs were already repairing themselves around the
      scythe. No time yet to remove it from his body. Jean
      will have to do that. Storm started a heavy wind to
      cause more confusion. The gun shots subsided as Logan
      made the hillocks crest. Rouge was already inside
      the jet with Storm. Dawson lay slumped next to the
      wide-eyed mutant. Logan stumbled in slamming the
      controls to close the door. He caught himself on a
      chair as the Blackbird roared to life and took off.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      PART 2�WESTCHESTER
      Xavier�s School for Gifted Youngsters.
      Logan woke up in the med-lab opposite Dawson who was
      still out from the riffle jab to his head.
      On the Blackbird, Jean had helped him pull the scythe
      out. It ripped his lungs coming out as it did going
      in.
      It had caused enough pain for Logan to black out again
      until now. At least Jean had cleaned the blood up.
      Logan really hated the taste of his own blood.
      He was in for one hell of a lecture from Scooter.
      Logan grinned. �Good, there�s something to look
      forward to.� He started to get up.
      �You should have seen Mikael�s face when we pulled
      that scythe out of you.�Logan almost fell out of the
      bed.
      �Shit, Jean! Ya� could warn a fella when you�re gonna
      to hide in corners like that,� groaned Logan.
      Jean Grey was one of the few persons who knew that
      when Logan woke up from a serious wound, nine out
      of ten, his senses were terribly groggy.
      �Sorry,� Jean didn�t look very sorry. �You know, that
      blade was less than a inch from your heart.�
      �Yeah, whatever,� Logan cracked his neck. It was still
      a bit stiff from lying on the anything, but soft
      med-lab
      beds. �Who's Mikael?�
      Getting up from her chair, Jean put down the clipboard
      she had been working on. �The man you rescued
      from certain death. He�s a doctor, too. From Syria or
      something. Couldn�t believe that you weren�t dead.�
      �Oh,� Logan watched Jean pick up some medical
      paraphernalia and walk over to him. He started to get
      up
      again.
      �Oh, no, you don�t. You stay right where you are,
      Wolverine.� Jean used her powers and Logan couldn�t
      move.
      �DAMMIT, Jean!� She had gotten very blas� about her
      abilities of late. �I�m not some fucking invalid
      for Christ�s sake!�
      Jean walked over and started doing whatever it is that
      doctors think is necessary when you've been impaled
      by a farming implement and shot with a shotgun.
      �Open wide,� she said pushing a bad tasting thing into
      his mouth.
      �Waaraaanph,� Logan grumbled.
      Jean took it out and made funny thoughtful noises over
      it. As she started prodding him and removing
      gauze bandages, Jean continued the conversation.
      �Scott is not happy with what happened last night.�
      �Do tell,� Logan grinned. �Owww!� Jean had pulled out
      some hair along with the tape.
      �He thinks you endangered the team.�
      �What do you think?� Logan asked sincerely.
      Jean stopped her ripping and prodding to look Logan in
      the eyes.
      �I think you did, what at the time, you thought was
      the best course of action. At the time it was
      reckless,
      against orders, and totally unnessary, but it got the
      desired results. The mission succeeded and everyone is
      happy.�
      �Except for Cyke,� he added for her.
      �Hmmm, yes. Except for Scott.�
      She finished what she was doing and stepped back.
      �You know, Logan, one of these days someone�s going to
      hurt you or something is going to get stuck in
      you, and your body is not going to be able to cope.
      Please be careful. I�m not always going to be here to
      patch you up.�
      Her sudden turn in the conversation startled him. He
      was about to say something sarcastic when she spoke
      again.�You should have seen Marie when you blacked out
      in the Blackbird coughing up blood. If you�re not
      going to look after yourself for yourself, Logan, then
      please just do it for her.�
      The room was silent as Jean picked up the equipment
      and left the med-lab.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      That afternoon�
      �She said it was unnecessary,� Logan said recalling
      the med-lab conversation.
      �They had already contacted the authorities, you know.
      They arrived just as we left,� Marie feinted to the
      left and tried to get behind him as she bounced the
      basketball faster.
      �Oh�, the authorities. By that time the guy would�ve
      had a nice long neck. You know that. I know that.
      Why can�t the rest of the X-Geeks figure it out?�
      Logan cut her off and grabbing the ball, he turned to
      shoot it through the hoop� again.
      �FUCK, Logan! Give me a brake, will ya�.�
      �No swearing on court. Penalty five points.�
      Marie watched despondently as the ball bounced back to
      her. �Once more.�
      Logan looked at her from behind his water bottle and
      grinned. �You said that 23 �once mores� ago.�
      �Aahhh, Wolvie. Just once more��
      �Aahhhhh� no.�
      �Last time, please?�
      Logan walked over to the ball and extended one claw.
      He ended the ball�s life with a sighing poofing noise
      as his claw picked it up. �Oops!�
      Marie stalked over and pulled the ball off his claw.
      �No use of mutant powers or any advantageous materials
      on court. Penalty of 125 points. That makes me
      the winner.� Marie laughed.
      Keeping the smile frozen on her face, she rolled her
      eyes to the right. �You've got an audience, O' Great
      slaughterer of basketballs.�
      Logan didn�t look up to the mansion�s balcony that
      overlooked the basketball court as he retracted his
      claw and squirted the remains of his water onto
      Marie�s hair.
      �I know. He's been there for the last twenty minutes.�
      They walked back to the edge of the court and gathered
      up their stuff.
      �Kinda creepy, don�t ya think?� Marie asked, her voice
      muffled by her towel
      �I try not to��
      �He was watching you at breakfast and at lunch,� Marie
      added
      �Oh, no. Do you think he saw my table manners?�
      �And�� she continued, �I saw him follow you into the
      changing rooms this afternoon.�Marie saw Logan falter
      at that one and she cracked up laughing. He turned
      around to look at her with his
      patented eyebrow lift.
      She hooted with laughter. �Ah�m just kidding!�
      Logan coughed and mumbled something probably very
      non-G rated under his breath.
      �But seriously, he really is watching you,� Marie
      concluded.
      �I know,� Logan turned towards the mansion and started
      to walk away.
      Mikael watched them leave the court. He then made his
      way down the corridor.
      ____________________________________________________________________________
      PART 3 � WESTCHESTER
      Two days later�
      The monitor glowed alive in the med-lab�s sterile
      environment. Mikael read the various entries filed
      under
      Logan�s name. Mikael�s mind almost stumbling in it�s
      assimilation of the extent of information listed in
      front of him.
      Mission after mission filed past him. Impalements,
      gunshot wounds, poisonings, stabbing, limbs pulled
      from joints, concussions, various mutant attacks of
      diverse natures� and the list continued.
      A personal footnote caught Mikael�s eye: �The entire
      school, excluding Gambit and Scott who are
      currently on a mission, has been bought down by a
      particularly nasty strain of the flu. Logan's
      incredible
      healing prowess has once again saved him the hell of
      congested sinuses and he is the only one not to suffer
      from this winter�s affects.�
      Approaching footsteps sounded from the next room.
      Reaching over and switching of the computer, Mikael
      leaned back on the counter feigning interest in the
      test tubes.
      Jean walked around the corner and saw Mikael studying
      the equipment.
      �How is he doing?� he asked. Looking up, he smiled at
      her, tail swishing.
      Jean returned his smile. Putting down the clipboard
      she said, �As fine as is be expected.�
      Mikael stood up. �Regained consciousness yet?�
      �Briefly,� Jean sighed. � He should be up and about by
      the end of the week.�
      Walking over to where Mikael was standing, she looked
      at the tubes he was starring at so intently. They
      contained blood samples. Picking up the tray, she
      placed it into the medical fridge next to her.
      Mikael watched her. �Those are samples from your X-Men
      team, yes?�
      �Yes,� Jean closed the fridge door. �I take samples
      every month to keep records on health levels.�
      She smiled at him again and started to busy herself
      around the lab. She had no problem letting Mikael hang
      around the Med-lab. He was a fellow doctor, but� Jean
      looked at him closely. There was something about
      him she just didn�t like. No particular reason. Maybe
      it was some unconcious broadcasting her abilities
      were picking up. She would have to speak to the
      Professor about that.
      Although, thinking about it, they hadn�t actually
      bothered to do a background check on Mikael to see if
      his
      story corresponded with what he had told them. Another
      thing to talk to the Professor about. Jean filed it
      mentally away for later and almost dropped her box of
      gauze when Mikael voice broke the silence of the
      room.�I noticed one was missing.�
      �Excuse me?� Jean turned around to face him.
      �One blood sample. One of the team�s samples is
      missing. I counted one short.�
      �Oh,� Jean laughed nervously and started to pack away
      some beakers.
      �Actually, three are missing,� she started to count
      them off using her fingers.
      �Hank. He's also a doctor by the way. He helps out the
      team every now and then. He took Marie�s sample
      to try and work on a block for her �gift�. Gambit has
      not yet returned from his latest mission for me to
      take
      an updated sample. And Wolverine doesn�t need to leave
      a sample because he is the personification of
      perfect health,� Jean concluded.
      �Except when he has a large curved farming tool in his
      chest,� Mikael grinned.
      Jean laughed. �Yes, except for then.�
      �Quite frankly, I find your Logan�s abilities quite
      amazing.�
      �I can assure you, we all have had a moment when we�ve
      stepped back in amazement,� Jean ran out of
      things to put away. �His ability has saved many lives
      already, including his own.�
      �I have been wanting to ask you something.�
      �Sure, go ahead,� Jean leaned back against the
      counter.
      �Why where you there? And please do not misunderstand
      me. I�m immensely glad that you were.�
      Mikael held his throat and rubbed it.
      �I�m sure you were,� Jean laughed, thinking quickly
      about how best to give the details without giving too
      much away.
      �About three months ago, Wolverine volunteered to
      infiltrate one of the core cells of the 'Friends of
      Humanity,' an anti-mutant group. His main target being
      information gathering. Logan is one of the easiest
      members of our team to infiltrate with humans. That is
      if we can get him to behave and make some minor
      adjustments.�
      Jean laughed inwardly at her reference to Logan�s
      �hair cut.�
      �He was very good. He actually managed to rise to one
      of Dawson's personal guards in only two months.
      He contacted the team last week. Dawson had mentioned
      being involved in the Chicago mutant riots ten
      days ago and had suggested using more violent force in
      the future. Twelve mutants where killed and
      anyone with any connections to the event was wanted by
      the government.�
      Jean continued her story. �Logan suggested that his
      assignment should culminate in Dawson being taken
      by us and handed over to the authorities. Dawson is
      notoriously hard to find, almost mythical in his
      appearances and always well guarded. Fortunately,
      Logan knew about Tuesday�s barn meeting. We where
      there to get Dawson. It was just fortunate that we got
      you too.�
      They where silent for awhile, each pondering their own
      thoughts and the events that lead up to the currant
      situation. Mikael was the first to speak, his soft
      accent breaking the quiet in the lab.
      �May I ask you another question, Dr. Grey?� Mikael
      asked.
      �Please, Mikael, just call me Jean� and yes, go
      ahead.�
      �Would you think it would be possible for me to get a
      blood sample from him? Logan, that is.��I noticed one
      was missing.�
      �Excuse me?� Jean turned around to face him.
      �One blood sample. One of the team�s samples is
      missing. I counted one short.�
      �Oh,� Jean laughed nervously and started to pack away
      some beakers.
      �Actually, three are missing,� she started to count
      them off using her fingers.
      �Hank. He's also a doctor by the way. He helps out the
      team every now and then. He took Marie�s sample
      to try and work on a block for her �gift�. Gambit has
      not yet returned from his latest mission for me to
      take
      an updated sample. And Wolverine doesn�t need to leave
      a sample because he is the personification of
      perfect health,� Jean concluded.
      �Except when he has a large curved farming tool in his
      chest,� Mikael grinned.
      Jean laughed. �Yes, except for then.�
      �Quite frankly, I find your Logan�s abilities quite
      amazing.�
      �I can assure you, we all have had a moment when we�ve
      stepped back in amazement,� Jean ran out of
      things to put away. �His ability has saved many lives
      already, including his own.�
      �I have been wanting to ask you something.�
      �Sure, go ahead,� Jean leaned back against the
      counter.
      �Why where you there? And please do not misunderstand
      me. I�m immensely glad that you were.�
      Mikael held his throat and rubbed it.
      �I�m sure you were,� Jean laughed, thinking quickly
      about how best to give the details without giving too
      much away.
      �About three months ago, Wolverine volunteered to
      infiltrate one of the core cells of the 'Friends of
      Humanity,' an anti-mutant group. His main target being
      information gathering. Logan is one of the easiest
      members of our team to infiltrate with humans. That is
      if we can get him to behave and make some minor
      adjustments.�
      Jean laughed inwardly at her reference to Logan�s
      �hair cut.�
      �He was very good. He actually managed to rise to one
      of Dawson's personal guards in only two months.
      He contacted the team last week. Dawson had mentioned
      being involved in the Chicago mutant riots ten
      days ago and had suggested using more violent force in
      the future. Twelve mutants where killed and
      anyone with any connections to the event was wanted by
      the government.�
      Jean continued her story. �Logan suggested that his
      assignment should culminate in Dawson being taken
      by us and handed over to the authorities. Dawson is
      notoriously hard to find, almost mythical in his
      appearances and always well guarded. Fortunately,
      Logan knew about Tuesday�s barn meeting. We where
      there to get Dawson. It was just fortunate that we got
      you too.�
      They where silent for awhile, each pondering their own
      thoughts and the events that lead up to the currant
      situation. Mikael was the first to speak, his soft
      accent breaking the quiet in the lab.
      �May I ask you another question, Dr. Grey?� Mikael
      asked.
      �Please, Mikael, just call me Jean� and yes, go
      ahead.�
      �Would you think it would be possible for me to get a
      blood sample from him? Logan, that is.��I noticed one
      was missing.�
      �Excuse me?� Jean turned around to face him.
      �One blood sample. One of the team�s samples is
      missing. I counted one short.�
      �Oh,� Jean laughed nervously and started to pack away
      some beakers.
      �Actually, three are missing,� she started to count
      them off using her fingers.
      �Hank. He's also a doctor by the way. He helps out the
      team every now and then. He took Marie�s sample
      to try and work on a block for her �gift�. Gambit has
      not yet returned from his latest mission for me to
      take
      an updated sample. And Wolverine doesn�t need to leave
      a sample because he is the personification of
      perfect health,� Jean concluded.
      �Except when he has a large curved farming tool in his
      chest,� Mikael grinned.
      Jean laughed. �Yes, except for then.�
      �Quite frankly, I find your Logan�s abilities quite
      amazing.�
      �I can assure you, we all have had a moment when we�ve
      stepped back in amazement,� Jean ran out of
      things to put away. �His ability has saved many lives
      already, including his own.�
      �I have been wanting to ask you something.�
      �Sure, go ahead,� Jean leaned back against the
      counter.
      �Why where you there? And please do not misunderstand
      me. I�m immensely glad that you were.�
      Mikael held his throat and rubbed it.
      �I�m sure you were,� Jean laughed, thinking quickly
      about how best to give the details without giving too
      much away.
      �About three months ago, Wolverine volunteered to
      infiltrate one of the core cells of the 'Friends of
      Humanity,' an anti-mutant group. His main target being
      information gathering. Logan is one of the easiest
      members of our team to infiltrate with humans. That is
      if we can get him to behave and make some minor
      adjustments.�
      Jean laughed inwardly at her reference to Logan�s
      �hair cut.�
      �He was very good. He actually managed to rise to one
      of Dawson's personal guards in only two months.
      He contacted the team last week. Dawson had mentioned
      being involved in the Chicago mutant riots ten
      days ago and had suggested using more violent force in
      the future. Twelve mutants where killed and
      anyone with any connections to the event was wanted by
      the government.�
      Jean continued her story. �Logan suggested that his
      assignment should culminate in Dawson being taken
      by us and handed over to the authorities. Dawson is
      notoriously hard to find, almost mythical in his
      appearances and always well guarded. Fortunately,
      Logan knew about Tuesday�s barn meeting. We where
      there to get Dawson. It was just fortunate that we got
      you too.�
      They where silent for awhile, each pondering their own
      thoughts and the events that lead up to the currant
      situation. Mikael was the first to speak, his soft
      accent breaking the quiet in the lab.
      �May I ask you another question, Dr. Grey?� Mikael
      asked.
      �Please, Mikael, just call me Jean� and yes, go
      ahead.�
      �Would you think it would be possible for me to get a
      blood sample from him? Logan, that is.�Jean stood
      still for a moment, �No. I�m afraid not.�
      Mikael opened his eyes wide and shook his head. �I�m
      sorry if I have offended your practice, uh� Jean. I
      am just so intrigued by his mutation that I would love
      to have a sample to work on.�
      Jean laughed good naturally. �No, Mikael, I�m not
      offended. It�s just that you won�t be able to get a
      needle within 100 feet of Wolverine. There is no way
      he would ever let you or any other doctor near him.
      Quite frankly, I�m surprised he allows me.�
      �I�m not really that surprised,� Jean added in her
      head.
      �Oh,� Mikael looked disappointed, but then brightened
      considerably. �Maybe I could convince him.�
      �Not likely. And I strongly suggest you do not try.�
      Jean looked sternly at Mikael who stood by the
      counter looking dejected.
      �I�m finished here for the morning,� Jean said. �I�m
      going up for some lunch in a bit. How about I meet
      you back here later?�
      Mikael nodded in agreement and left. Jean went to the
      computer to fetch a note and noticed the machine
      was still warm. The monitor gave off static when she
      touched it. She hadn�t used it all morning. Glancing
      at
      the door where Mikael had just went through, Jean
      switched off the lights and went up to talk with the
      Professor.Marie grumbled some more and flung a limp
      noodle onto Logan�s plate. He picked it up and flung
      it
      back� into her hair. He started snickering while Marie
      glowered at him and reached for another noodle.
      Ororo jumped in before a full-out noodle war could
      begin �So, Mikael. How are you finding it here?�
      �Most wonderful, I assure you. I am overwhelmed by
      your Professor�s generosity.� Mikael bowed
      slightly.
      �And may I take this opportunity to thank Logan for
      saving my life? Something which I�ve been unable to
      do since I arrived.� Mikael turned to face Logan and
      offered his hand.
      Logan shifted slightly in his seat and nodded his head
      sharply. Quickly shaking the offered hand, he
      muttered, �No thanks necessary.�
      �Jean tells me you are a doctor,� Storm continued,
      trying to brake the now stiff silence coming from the
      table.
      �Yes� I am,� Mikael stopped smiling and turned his
      head to once again face the man next to him.
      �I have been pondering over your abilities, Logan, and
      quite frankly, I find them quite astounding. I wish to
      ask something of you, which, considering that I owe
      you, is not polite, but the doctor in me screams at
      the
      possibilities.�
      Marie stopped playing with her food and watched Logan
      cautiously as he continued to eat on as if Mikael
      wasn�t even speaking to him.
      �I was wondering, Logan, if I may get a blood sample
      from you,� Miakel concluded.
      �Oh, no!� Storm thought moving her head to look at
      Logan. His eyes didn�t look away from his plate as
      he continued chewing.
      �No,� Logan replied bluntly.
      Mikael didn�t look the least bit fazed and he carried
      on.
      �Jean told me you would not approve of a sample, but
      think of the possibilities. With just one test tube of
      your blood, the cures your healing abilities could
      provide are�,� He fumbled for a word. �immense.
      Think of the�,� Mikael continued to rattle on.
      Rogue and Storm could both see the warning signs. They
      could almost feel Logan�s hackles rise, but
      obviously Mikael couldn�t because he just went on and
      on. Logan stopped eating and seemed to have froze
      in place. Storm looked frantically at Mikael trying to
      get him to look at her. And to be quiet.
      A low growl issued from Wolverine as he snarled and
      spun off his chair. �SNIKT� Chairs went crashing
      down as he dragged Mikael from his seat and pinned him
      to the fridge. Storm gasped at the abruptness and
      violence of Logan�s movement. He had a claw on each
      side of Mikael�s face and the third middle one was
      grazing his throat.
      �LOGAN!!� Storm shouted.
      Barely breathing, Mikael looked at Logan calmly,
      staring him in the eyes. Logan held him there for
      another
      heartbeat before dropping the tailed mutant to the
      floor. He made a disgusted sound and slammed his fist
      in
      the fridge leaving a large dent.
      �I said NO,� Logan spat out between another growl.
      Marie followed Wolverine as he stormed out of the
      kitchen. She stopping briefly to speak to the bruised
      Mikael.�He doesn�t like doctors, especially ones who
      want something from him.� She ran off in search of her
      friend to try to calm him down before he caused
      anymore damage.
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      That evening�
      The dinning hall buzzed with mutant activity.
      The kid who could stretch was once again getting a
      lecture from Scott after once again reaching and
      grabbing food from the end of the que and denying the
      kid who could create illusions the last portion of the
      chocolate mousse.
      Rogue sat with her best friends, Jubilation Lee and
      Kitty Pride.
      They watched Scott give his lecture. Marie watched the
      latest mutant to be saved by Wolverine, Mikael, who
      was watching Logan.
      �I don�t like him.�
      �Wha?� Jubilee turned to face Marie and nearly sent
      her green Jell-O into flight from her spoon.
      �Him� Mikael,� Rogue broke her watch to start eating
      her now not so warm meal.
      �Oh� him,� Jubilee peeked over Marie�s shoulder. �You
      know, he's always watching Wolvie.�
      Nothing got passed Jubes.
      Chewing her Jell-O thoughtfully Jubilee said, �Could
      be some sort of crush, you know. Post rescue
      infatuation.�
      She swallowed. Looking over to Marie, Jubilee�s eyes
      lit up like she had just hit upon some priceless bit
      of
      knowledge.
      �I warned you about giving him that haircut. Before he
      was, like, all hairy. Major hairy. Now, he could
      make Ricky Martin swoon. Well, at least before it all
      started to grow back in.�
      Kitty nodded in agreement. �His hair grows really
      fast.�
      Marie gave them both a filthy look.
      Jubes ignored her and peeked over Kitty�s shoulder to
      look at the main table were the X-Men adults sat.
      Logan sat at the end, back against the wall, feet on a
      spare chair, listening to Storm talk about something.
      If
      Marie had decided to sit at the adult table, Logan
      would have spoken to her almost exclusively. Tonight,
      Marie decided to sit with her old friends.
      �All the better to keep an eye on Mikael,� Jubes
      surmised. Logan had already finished his supper and
      was
      probably getting ready to growl the kids out of line
      and fetch seconds for himself.
      Jubilee turned back to Marie who was back to staring
      at Mikael. He was now busy leaving the dining hall.
      Pushing her chair away from the table, Marie got up.
      �Ah�m gonna go finish up some stuff. Ah�ll see
      y�all later.�
      Her friends watched her walk out. �What she really
      means is, she�s gonna go keep an eye on that creepo,�
      Jubilee said.
      Kitty nodded her head in agreement as Jubes chewed her
      green Jell-O thoughtfully.
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