Logan's Jeep

Logan sat in his jeep, just staring up at the ceiling of it. He huffed. Chuck wanted him to retrieve another mutant. He had said that he was much like himself. If that meant bad tempered and feral, he was going to have a problem with the kid. Logan sighed and looked at the house he had stopped in front of. He sighed and got out of the jeep, walking up to the cliché suburban house. Two inch green grass, husband's car on the left, wife's car on the right. Numbers right above the door. Logan sniffed the air and smelt nothing. He stepped up to the door and knocked on it softly. That's when he noticed the doorbell. He rang it once.

"Coming!" a female voice called out. The door opened and there stood a woman with blond hair and desert colored skin. Her eyes were dark brown and she smiled at him. "Hello. My name is Isra Ikram." She had a middle eastern accent. "Are you lost sir?"

"Only if this isn't 4893 Northerner Road," Logan replied.

"You're at the right place," she stated, letting him in. Logan noticed that she was wearing a long sleeved shirt and slacks despite the hot weather. "Do you need Saif?"

"And Iman," Logan stated. "I've come to talk to all three of you together."

"What do you want with my son?" a male's voice asked. Logan turned his head slightly and saw a man with desert brown skin and hair. His eyes were dark brown. Logan could smell blood on him.

"Where's Iman?" Logan asked.

"Faith, fortunate and honor," a firm, kind voice replied from the other room. "Iman Iqbal Ikram. I am he." A boy of fifteen years came through the threshold of the the kitchen. His skin and hair were both desert brown but his eyes were strangely bright blue in color, so unlike his parents. He was in a wheelchair. "What do you need?"

"Iman, get back in there," Saif replied.

"He wants to talk to me," Iman replied. "Not just you."

"Please, come in," Isra replied, allowing Logan further entry into the house. "Would you like some coffee?"

"A beer would be nice," Logan stated.

"Sorry, but we don't have that kind of stuff here," Saif replied, glaring at him. "We're Muslim."

"Figured that," Logan stated. "Coffee will be fine." He then looked at Iman who wheeled into the living room. Logan noticed fresh bandages on his arms and his right eye was bruised. "Mind telling me what happened?"

Iman stayed silent.

"Don't worry kid," Logan stated, sitting next to him. "Name's Logan. I'm a mutant, just like you." Logan revealed his claws to the boy who didn't even flinch.

"Big deal," he stated, closing his fists up and revealing his own claws. He then opened them back up and his fingernails started to extend. All ten of them. Logan took a quick look at them and noticed that they were all metal. He looked back at the boy's face.

"How did that happen?"

"I'm a monster," Iman replied. "I'm just a test subject. Superhuman senses, strength, agility, stamina, speed, and reflexes. My bones are metal too."

"No healing factor?"

"I can choose what is healed and what isn't," Iman stated, healing the black eye and the wounds on his arms. He removed the bandages showing Logan his clean arms. "But I cannot heal a metal leg. I will forever be bound to this chair."

"I know someone who can heal that up for you," Logan stated. Isra entered the living room and put out a cup of coffee for Logan who gulped it down. "So, what do you say?"

"If it means I'll be getting out of this hell hole, then yeah."

"IMAN!" Isra shouted. Saif instantly slapped him across the face.

"I don't care who you think you are but as long as you are under this roof, no such words are coming out of that mouth of yours, boy!" Iman glared at his father.

"Don't touch me," Iman stated, glaring at his father. "I'm going with you."

"Where's your stuff?"

"I don't need it," he replied with a glare still fixed on Saif. "I'll need help down the stairs." Logan stood up and gripped the handles of the wheelchair and pushed him through the foyer and out the door, being careful as he brought him down the stairs. "Thank you, Logan."

"No problem."

Xavier Institute; Xavier's Office

"Ah, you must be--- I didn't know you would be in a wheelchair," Charles said when he saw Iman. "I thought you had rapid healing."

"My bones are made of adamantium, not calcium," Iman replied. "I can't heal that...Yet."

"I see," Charles replied. "In any case, I have informed Bayville High of your arrival. You will be a student there starting tomorrow. Where are your things?"

"On my back," Iman stated. "What I have at this time is all my things."

"I see," Charles stated again.

"You called me, Professor?"

"Ah, Ms. Monroe," Charles said, greeting the white haired woman. "Have you ever worked with metal?"

"Metal?"

"Yes," Charles stated. "Our young friend here has a completely adamantium skeleton and one of his legs are broken."

"You broke an adamantium leg?" Ororo asked, looking at the Muslim boy sitting in front of her.

"My father took a sludge hammer to it to prevent my running away," he replied, not looking into her matching blue eyes. "I guess it's more shattered than broken."

"I see," Ororo said, kneeling down to his legs. "Which one?"

"Left leg," he replied. He watched as Ororo rolled up his jean leg and touch it lightly. He saw her face go into shock. "What's wrong?"

"Professor." Ororo stood up.

"I know," Charles stated. "Can you fix it?"

"Yes I can," she replied. "But I need adamantium to do so."

"I believe we know someone who knows where to get it," Charles stated, looking at Logan. "Ororo, form a team and meet me on the Blackbird in ten."

"Yes, Professor."

"Oh, and be sure to bring Amara with us."

"Yes, sir," Ororo replied. She then left the room.

"So, what am I to do while I wait?"

"Whatever you wish," Charles replied. "You now live here." Charles wheeled himself out of the office followed by Logan.

Iman stole a glimpse at the window and saw a boy completely black in color fly past at high speeds followed by another boy but was visibly wearing a black tee shirt and blue vest. He shook his head and wheeled himself out of the office and went into the foyer, off to the side away from the center of the room. Sitting in the peace and quiet of the empty room, he leaned his head back in the chair and huffed. It was nice here. No Islamic speech, the Arabic yelling, nothing. He liked it and fell asleep.

"So, you're the new mutant!" a shrilly male voice cried out, awakening him from his nap.

"Huh?" Iman looked around and saw a pale boy with brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Iman rubbed his own. "Does everyone here have blue eyes?"

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind," Iman stated, yawning and stretching.

"I'm Jamie!" Jamie cried out, thumbing himself in the chest too hard. There were two more of Jamie, one on each of his sides. "What's your name?"

"Faith, fortunate and honor," Iman replied nearly robotic, "my name is Iman Iqbal Ikram."

"What can you do?"

"I'm just a test subject. Superhuman senses, strength, agility, stamina, speed, and reflexes. My bones are metal too."

"Just like Mister Logan!" Jamie cried out excitedly. "You want me to show you around!"

"I've got nothing better to do," Iman stated truthfully. "Take me, I'm all yours, kid."

"Don't call me kid," Jamie stated with a sour look on his faces and arms crossed over their chests.

"Sorry, Jamies," Iman stated with a half smile. "So, you were going to give me a tour of the place?"

"Sure am!" the original Jamie cried out, absorbing his clones. Jamie walked around Iman's chair and took a hold of the handles and proceeded to cross the foyer and into the kitchen where Amara, Jubilation and Kitty were talking excitedly. "Hey girls!"

"Hey Lamtiple," the three girls said in union before going back into their conversation about boys or whatever. Jamie didn't really care.

"I don't like it in here," Iman stated staring at the females. "It's full of shallow, stuck up females."

"What did you just call us, Wheels?" Amara asked, glaring at him.

"I called you all shallow stuck up females," he replied, smirking. "Got a problem with that?"

"Yes we do," Jubilation stated, glaring at him as her fingers started to glow. "We've got a major problem." Amara's hands too were glowing but bright red and Iman could feel the heat coming from her. Kitty stood there with a glare on her face.

"I think we should better leave," Jamie stated, trying to move the chair.

"I think we should stay," Iman stated, gripping the wheels of his chair, preventing them from moving. "Tell me, why do you make fun of Jamie?" The three glared at him.

"He's so lame," Kitty stated with a glare. "And his power is even lamer." Behind him, Iman could hear Jamie crying silently.

"And what can you three do?" Iman asked, smirking. "As far as I can see, none of you are capable of sending important messages to other members of the team. Having someone who can multiply themselves would be a great asset to a team. More of him means he can help defend the group. It also means that when a message needs to be delivered, he can instead send out one of the clones rather than risk his own life to deliver the message." The three girls stared at him silently and then left the room. Iman turned his chair to look at Jamie who was wiping his eyes.

"Thank you," Jamie said. "No one ever stood up to me like that."

"Hey," Iman said, reaching up and wiping Jamie's face. "Don't cry. It hurts seeing people cry. Childhood is a time for fun and games. Not crying." Iman thought hard for his words of comfort before continuing. "You shouldn't let people pick on you like that. They'd think you're weak and an easy target."

"But I am weak and am an easy target," Jamie stated, looking into Iman's caring blue eyes.

"No you aren't," Iman stated, brining Jamie to him in a caring and loving embrace. "No one is weak. Everyone has their strong points. It's just harder to find in some than others. Now, how about you show me the rest of the Xavier Institute and introduce me to everyone?" Jamie wiped his face and nodded, looking into Iman's caring, loving almost big-brother-like eyes.

"Thank you," Jamie said, hugging him.

"No problem, Jamie," Iman replied, smiling. "Now, let's go see the rest of the Institute."

"Okay!" Jamie cried out, leaping off of Iman's lap. "Let's go!"

"He sure bounces back fast," Iman stated, chuckling lightly to himself, watching the boy run out into the foyer. "Hey, Jamie! Wait for me!"

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I wasn't sure how to extend the visit to the Ikram residence so I just ended it there. Sorry if you think it's short. I've been working all day on this story and am just now putting the finishing touches on it. Just to let you know, I have searched the web for Arabic names and those were only a handful of what I found. Let me know what you think of it! If I get two positive reviews I'll post up the second one! Well, I better start on that one if I do get positive reviews. See you all later!

~Taricethestyraurus (T-T-S for short)