Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men Evolution nor G.I. Joe: Sigma 6. The inspiration for this fic comes from Red Witch and her Mistfits series. I wanted to do things a bit differently. This is a rewrite of that piece so that I can continue the series.

Human on the Team
Flights of Fancy

Logan sat in the X-mansion minding his own business in his own way. The very old mutant leaned back in the chair, putting his booted feet up on the coffee table. His teeth ground together, knowing full well he wasn't tasked today with training Jean and Cyclops in the danger room. Instead, Storm ended up taking on the task. He couldn't care whether it was his job or not but knew the storm creator had other thoughts on her mind at that point in time.

Evan pinged on the radar, yet they couldn't pinpoint what kind of power he had. She spoke at length over the phone with her nephew but knew that she would need to make an actual visit to her family home after a few days. The young teen didn't wish to listen to the voice of reason regarding the emergence of his powers, but then again teens weren't known for listening to the voice of reason. Thus what ended up being one Ororo's strong points ended up having no effect what so ever.

Not that Logan looked forward to actually babysitting any kids, liking the fact Scott and Jean actually had some form of maturity that most teens didn't have. Scott in some ways reminded him of an old friend, and yet in comparison, he was a stick in the mud to the point he was almost boring. There was nothing to do today, having even fixed up his bike already.

"Logan, there is a phone call for you," the Professor called out in his mind. Logan let out a grumble before rubbing the back of his neck, extending and retracting his adamantium claws. He walked over to the phone, picking up the device in his rough hands.

"This is Logan speaking," he growled into the phone.

"Hello, Logan. Long time no see." The voice on the other side rased through the voice box on the phone.

"Who is this?" Logan wasn't in the mood.

"Down to business. This is first sergeant Conrad S. Hauser." The voice spoke in a calm and collected tone.

A groan escaped Logan's lips. "Conrad, how exactly did you get this number and how did you know where I was."

"I got the number from Shield." The man spoke as if it were no big deal, but considering the group he was a part of…

"I had to ask." Wolverine ground his teeth together. "Let me guess. You need my help with some special mission or another?"

"You could say that I do need a favor, but not that. In reality, it is Abernathy that needs the favor, Logan."

"Yeah, well why can't the General ask me himself?"

"Unfortunately Abernathy's not in a position to give orders right now. He doesn't even know we're doing this. Hell, he doesn't even know we need to do this."

"Then why is it a favor to Abernathy, Duke?!" Logan found himself wishing he could simply hang up, and yet the comradery with this particular group of soilders stopped him from doing so.

"Shush! It's best explained in person. I will give you the location."

"Why me Conrad? Can you explain why it has to be me of all people?"

"Shield said that for this job you've got the resources, plus my team..., let's just say we can do your group a favor in return. Not that we weren't going to do it in the first place, but things got moved up a bit."

"Fine Conrad. I'll go. But that doesn't mean I agree to help you." Logan listened to what he needed to hear and then clicked the phone down with irritation. He grabbed his keys heading to the Professors office. "Charles, I'll be leaving for awhile. I've got business to attend to. I may be gone a few days, maybe a week."

"I'll see you then."

~X.E~

Logan found himself in a quaint town out in the wilderness surrounded by trees. As much as Wolverine liked the ambiance, he was quite sure that Duke had not chosen this place for making his loner-self happy. It was more for its remote location. He went in and sat at the diner stool. He was glad to see Duke show up.

"All right bub, what is it you want with me?" Wolverine looked up just as Duke sat down.

"I need to fill you in on a few things," Duke spoke in a low tone so that no one could hear. "You wouldn't happen to smell a certain Cobra agent who can hide himself from sight?"

"Hmm, nope. I would have warned you as soon as you stepped in if I had smelled any of those lunatics." Wolverine sipped on his beer. "I take it that Cobra is back in action. So much for you Joes settling down and having families."

"You are one to talk yourself," Duke commented back. "Actually, this has to do with a family member of one of the Joes."

Logan quickly figured it out. "Hawk, if this is a family matter, why doesn't Abernathy know? He's never taken kindely to anyone messing around with any current or former Joe's family members. He's called me in a few times in the past, it's that serious to him."

"For the same reason that Joe is under my command. Cobra – they messed with his DNA Logan. He's still recuperating." Irritation was evident in Duke's tone, even though Logan would probably be one of the few to read it off the man. "To be exact, he's still in a comma, and may not come out of it."

"Crap!" Logan crunched the beer bottle, the glass causing his hand to bleed. "Of all the people! Why did it have to be him? That guy stood up for mutants! Felt we're people just like you non-mutants are." The mutant took out a cirgerette pack and lit up, perturbed at this news.

"Classified, at this point," Duke said. "The details of what happened to him that is, but I think you get the drill."

"You mean need to know, and you feel that it is best that I not know?" Logan growled.

"It is bad enough I am telling you what I am Logan." Duke shook his head. "The last thing I need is you going on a suicide mission into Cobra. Of course, that would solve a lot of our problems. But, it isn't advisable. It would take to long."

"Shield said I was the best man for this job, yet you're not explaining why. Particularly since I'm not going on a mission to take out Cobra agents." Logan muttered, puffing on the cigarette. "Please tell me it doesn't involve Scar and…"

"They divorced years ago, yet refuse to admit that they're head over heels for each other. "Duke shook his head. "No. It's Abernathy's kid. My godson to be exact, though Scott doesn't know that."

One of Logan's eyebrows shot up, and he removed the cigarette from his mouth. "Abernathy's got a kid? Who's the mother?"

"Let's just say I lost to Hawk on that one. Not that she stuck around very long."

"Yes, but why do you need my help?"

"The kid needs a place to lie low from Cobra for a stint. This is a kid who managed to hack into Cobra despite only being a Freshman in high school." This statement from Duke made Logan whistle. "Also, let's just say the first time the school was hit, it was still standing. Not this time though."

"So, it isn't just for revenge on Hawk, but because this kid has become a thorn in their side, and you need to hide him." Logan knew where the conversation was going, but he still asked the question. "Let me guess. You want me to take him to the institute? I have to speak to Charles about that, as he needs to make the decision, but he also varies wary of humans."

"Well, I don't blame him. Whether he says yes or no, let him know the Joe's are keeping an eye out for those kids of his in case they catch the eye of Cobra. You know what will happen if they do find out."

"He won't like it. Not one bit."

"I don't blame him, but with what happened to Hawk recently, I don't want to take any chances. That and not all non-mutants are the enemy."

"I know that. I'll be sure to ask, but no guarantees." Logan sighed, turning to leave, only to stop short. "Why'd they split? I understand Hawk and her, but them?"

"I honestly don't know the details. It took them forever to figure it out in the first place. Well, for her at least. He says in his own way that it's his fault, she says it was neither. Chances are, it has something to do with the mission, with being a Joe."

"Thanks. I need to think about what you said. It will take a bit of time, but I'll get back as soon as possible. I know how to contact you. Kick back and enjoy yourself for once, don't worry. Have some fun. Another Scott huh. That should be interesting."

One of Duke's eyebrow's shot up as Logan retreated. "Look who's talking about having fun, mister antisocial himself. Unless of course, you're dragging Snake Eyes into something." Duke shook his head, not realizing he wasn't out of ear shot. "Wait? What does he mean by, another Scott?"