Alright, team, me and- Oliver and I. Get it right dipshit. Alright Oliver and I had a long nap- maybe not to ya'll, but – and we poured some work into this so have fun, read review. Most character's come from X2, with the exception of Sabretooth, who is from X-Men Origins. Logan is X2, but with blue eye, a fact I need to verify. OLIVER, NO! (-Embrace the psycho demon in all of us-)

Harley sighed as he swept the Danger Room floor trying to ignore James' consistent nagging and the countering and agreeing of Nikki. It wasn't their fault; yes James, we know. We all have our own vehicles; we? You two do, remember? Besides the point. You take my truck out all the time.

They had been in here for the last hour, cleaning. The trio had been charged with taking the X-van out, and with the strong telepathic protection around them, the Professor couldn't prove them innocent. He acted like they were guilty, but Harley knew what was going on. James' telepathic resistance looked like Harley and/or Nikki was blocking his mind off, but neither of them were, consciously.

So James either was telepathically resistant or his friends were unconsciously protecting his mind.

Regardless, the group was cleaning and it had taken a lot shorter than expected to clean up after the Wolverine. Confrontation with the Wolverine had been easier, too. When the Wolf-man came out of the trashed D.R., he wasn't surprised to see his son and friends standing there waiting; it helped he couldn't see or smell the cleaning supplies, due to a telepathic block on his vision. At least that's what was thought.

"Done," Harley loaded the last of some garbage on to a cart and starts to haul it out. Nikki and James load up the cleaning cart and follow Harley. They take the garbage to a trash chute and chuck it down, pausing before going on to hear the shit hit the bottom.

"Cart race, anyone?" Nikki asked. James was sour and Harley had been quiet since he came back from the Avengers. Harley smiled and jumped into his cart

"James, push me," he asked excitedly.

"Um, how 'bout 'no'?" James crossed his arms.

"Fine," Harley got out and looked at Nikki. "Three, two, one." The two took off, narrowly missing James, who run after them yelling that they could have ran him over.

"Cheese-dick, if we wanted to hit you we would've," Harley called over his shoulder, approaching a turn. Nikki pulled ahead of him. As she did she made a suck it face and ran to the elevator. She mashed the button and the elevator came down just as James rounded the corner. Harley parked his cart beside Blondie's, which was parked outside, and hopped in the elevator just as the door was closing. He pushed the button for first floor, laughing.

"He's gonna be pissed," he managed between giggles.

"Think he'll take them up?" Nikki asked. The stairs were right beside the elevator, and the carts had to be dragged up them.

"Nah." Harley's mind drifted back to the cause of this mess. While he wasn't impartial to take a ride on his motorcycle, the idea that the three of them would take the X-van was ludicrous. He could picture himself on his bike; short brown hair and brown eyes concealed by the flame-painted helmet, scrawny frame wrapped in a brown leather jacket with the night air nipping through his clothes.

If we weren't torturously confined to the mansion I say go for it, but.. Oliver whined in Harley's head. Harley shook his head as if the get the pesky imp out of his head. It could just be him, but Oliver was... evolving into a more human creature. If Oliver was anything that had to be explained, he was the manifestation of that dark side in all of us. To Harley that was like Logan, arguing with Wolverine, the feral half of Logan that was kept contained.

Ding! They had reached the first floor.

"Should we go help James?" Nikki asked already heading to the stairs. It was an obvious question.

"Sure," Harley shrugged. He was already following her and besides, he could sense Logan in his son's room and that was a hazardous thing.

Hypersensitive ears could pick up on James' struggle to carry one of the carts up the stairs. Harley snickered. His friend was halfway up. Grabbing a bit of the handle, Harley and Nikki helped Shizno pull the cart up, but in reality they were being a hindrance.

All in all, the three managed to get both carts up and put them away.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a Coke," James suggested, walking to the kitchen.

"Sure," Nikki followed.

"Maybe later," Harley shrugged. "Logan's waiting for me."

"Good luck," James called.

"Danke," Harley thanked in German. He began to slowly walk to his room. He sighed. I think Xavier told him, Harley told Oliver.

Oh, no doubt, Oliver responded too cheerfully. What do you think he'll do?

Unground me, Harley replied. Logan hates being confined so he might show some sympathy.

Harley doubted that, but you never know. Harley had been on many outside excursions that Logan might think it cruel to keep him trapped in the mansion. Or proper punishment. Either way, Fox would cope; he was used to the indoors and outdoors.

Opening the door to his bedroom and seeing his father, the fierce, feral, completely stupid when it came to technology, like phones, Wolverine playing Call of Duty 3 on Harley's Xbox One was mind boggling. He looked at me and was immediately killed.

"Damn, that's 'bout the hundredth time that's happened," he muttered. Harley motioned for the controller. Logan passed it to him. Harley ran, shot and knifed his way to a place of relative calm, before pausing.

"Didn't think I would catch you dead play COD," he stated.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, Dad. What are you in here for?"

"Been talkin' ta Chuck," Logan laid back on the bed.

"Yet I'm still here playing games," actually looking on his desk for his headphones. They were made special for Harley's hyper keen ears. James and Nikki had a pair too, each styled by the owner. Harley's were 's, but painted black. He plugged the little receiver into the controller and left the headset around his neck. He didn't resume the game.

"Yer stuck inside cleaning," Logan said. " Ain't that punishment enough for an outdoorsy pup, like yerself?"

Not really, Oliver muttered.

Shut it, Harley reprimanded.

"Besides, we both know you didn't do it," Logan continued, "I've heard ya and them other two go off at night either all in James' truck or them in the truck and you on yer bike. I ain't deaf, ya know. So I talked to Chuck and yer off, but gotta ask why hide?"

"We weren't," Harley explained. "At least not consciously. I do it automatically and I think Nikki does, too. As for James, he's either able to resist telepathy or we just block his mind off without knowing."

Logan just nodded.

"Harley," he started somewhat uneasy reluctant to say what he was about to say. He shook his head. "Do you want to go get some hot wings later? There's a small place where they're cheap. Ya can get a dozen for four dollars."

Needless to say this offer was tempting, but Harley could not only smell Logan's unease, but sense that that feeling was because Logan was hiding something.

Harley could've found out easily, but looking in Logan's mind bore some rather dangerous consequences. Not to mention considerable harder of late.

"Sure," he shrugged. His thought process hadn't taken long, so Logan couldn't possibly be thinking 'He know somethings. I wonder if he knows...'.

"Do ya think you can teach me to play one of those games you play with James?" Logan sat up. James and Harley played a lot of games together, sometime on one Xbox, sometimes separately. Logan sometimes watched before walking away muttering about how inaccurate the battles and other things were.

"Thought you didn't like them," Harley glanced at his father. "Said they're inaccurate."

"Well, they are," Logan shrugged. "But you enjoy 'em, so why not?"

"Got a beeter- beeter? Better idea," Harley began to shut off the One. He wanted to spend time with his father before Harley's latest scheme kicked off. "Wanna go for a ride?"

Logan nodded. To him that was a better plan, plus they could go to the restaurant afterwards. With his latest discovery, Logan would need to stay with Harley, just in case something undesirable happened. Like family. But he could only protect him for so long, before Logan left again.