Scott was peering out from the porch of the school and was startled to hear a deep voice behind him.

"Whatcha lookin' at, Scotty-boy?" came Wolverine's voice.

Without turning to face the other mutant, Scott kept his eyes on the sky. "Something just came down from the sky, Logan. It didn't look right; I'm going to go check it out."

Logan moved closer and put a firm hand on his shoulders.
"You don't want to go alone, Scotty-boy. I'll go wit' ya."

Scott shook his head. "No, Logan. I'm the leader; I'm putting you in charge if anything happens to me."

"No way. We're goin' together," Logan said, his voice firm.

Scott sighed, knowing that Logan would not back down or take no for an answer. "Okay, okay. But stay back."

"Ya don't have ta tell me how ta do my job," Logan growled.

"Let's not fight each other, all right? Let's just go check out the comet."

"If it's a comet," Logan muttered under his breath as they headed for the area.

~oOo~

They could see the smoke coming from the hole that the spaceship had made in its unexpected landing, and the two friends made their way carefully toward it. As Scott got closer to the ship, Logan stretched out his right hand. "Careful; we don't know what's inside."

"I am, I am," Scott said, his voice showing some annoyance.

Suddenly the door opened on its own, and it was quite bright inside as the two mutants cautiously entered. Scott looked Logan. "See? Nothing jumping out at us."

"Oh, yeah?" Logan said and pointed to a figure behind his friend, who turned around.

"What the hell?" Scott blurted.

What stood in front of them was a three-foot-tall, green-skinned alien, who looked up at them with questioning yellow eyes.

The two men exchanged a puzzled look. How were they going to handle this one? Should they take "it" to the school, or what?

"I don't know, Scotty-boy. You think we should take 'im in?"

Scott shrugged. "I don't know, either. What if he's dangerous?"

Logan sighed. "Well, he looks harmless enough," he said, as the alien grabbed hold of his left leg.

"Looks like he's attached himself to you, Logan; maybe it'd better if you took him." Scott grinned at the mere thought of Wolverine taking care of the alien.

"Oh, terrific," Logan groaned and followed Scott, a green alien hanging onto his leg for dear life.

~oOo~

It was a good thing it was the middle of the night and everyone was asleep; the last thing they needed was a crowd scene to throw the already frightened alien into a full-blown panic. Logan hoisted the little guy into his arms as Scott opened the door. Once they were inside, the alien's yellow eyes went wide, and he began jabbering, pointing from one thing to another with obvious curiosity. Logan clamped a hand over his mouth, and they made their now-silent way through the halls until Scott halted in front of Logan's room. The Wolverine glared at him, but waited until they were inside to protest. "Why my room?" he demanded, setting his burden down on the bed.

"Wagaknee choopa?" the obvious question cut off any reply.

"What did he say?" Scott asked.

"How the hell should I know?" Logan shot back, then sighed. "We're gonna hafta teach 'im English."

Scott held up his hands, palm out, as if shielding himself. "Oh, no. Not 'us.' You."

"Why me, fer cryin' out loud?"

"He likes you, Logan, or hadn't you noticed?"

Logan growled deep in his throat, then said, "Well, we can't just keep callin' 'im 'alien,' an' I'm fresh outta names. Any ideas?"

"Oh, I don't know; he looks like a 'Logan" to me," Scott teased.

"Quit it, will ya? I'm serious here."

"Well, then, how about 'Jake'?"

"Why 'Jake'?"

"It was my grandfather's name, and I've always kinda liked it," Scott shrugged.

Logan shrugged back. "Okay; Jake it is. Whatcha think, little guy? Ya like that name?" On sudden inspiration, he pointed at him and said, "Jake?"

He surprised them both by changing into something that very closely resembled a monkey, a little green monkey that jumped into Logan's arms and chattered in its own language, nodding vigorously.

Scott chuckled and headed for the door.

"Hey! Where do ya think you're goin'?" Logan demanded.

"Face it, Wolfie; you're stuck with him," Scott grinned wickedly and slipped out the door before Logan could object any further.