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Logan watched Cam as she closed her eyes and clenched her fists; he could smell the anger on her, the anger he had brought out. It gave him a sense of triumph, but he could not help but wonder if baiting a Class Five was the best idea.
Well, I don't give a fuck, he added to himself. This is maybe Chuck's worst idea yet, bringin' her to the mansion.
"Cam," Storm placated, "you'll have to excuse Logan. He's a little rough around the edges." Logan smirked at that. Ever the diplomat, their Storm.
"But our school is a wonderful place. I grew up there, and learned to control my powers. The last Class Five…she was my sister." Only Wolverine's sensitive ears could pick up the catch in Ororo's throat. "She grew up there too, and would have caused a lot more damage if it hadn't been for us. We offer you a safe home."
Cam remained silent for some time. "A school? Like, for kids?" she asked at last.
"Yes, for young mutants. We give them a safe upbringing and also help them control their powers. When they get older they can choose to leave or stay behind and join us."
Peter, who so far had remained silent, finally stepped forward. "It's a good place," he said in his soft voice. Cam had to back up to gaze at his face. "We're all family there."
His words seemed to bring out a strange emotion in the Class Five's expressive eyes. Her next words were slow and cautious. "If I know a kid who…could use a place like that, would he be accepted?"
"Of course," Storm replied warmly. "Any mutant in need is welcome with open arms. No charge."
A small smile appeared on Cam's face. "Well, what do you think?" she called out, staring past the X-Men at someone else. To everyone's surprise, she was speaking to the young old boy who had been there this whole time.
With spiky blond hair, blue eyes, and a thin frame, Logan figured he was no more than fifteen years old. He timidly hurried to Cam's side and whispered in her ear.
The Wolverine, however, heard it. "Will you come with me?" the boy had asked her.
Cam sighed and ruffled his hair. "We'll see."
To Storm, she said, "This is Link, my little brother. He can sense other mutants, and switch around their powers, and also borrow them."
Storm smiled. "Hello, Link." The Nubian's smile seemed to slightly relax the hesitant boy, but he still clutched Cam's arm tightly.
"Link, you're killin' my arm here."
"Sorry." His grip loosened. Logan watched them with interest; something about them reminded him of Rogue and himself.
"I'll come to your school, if Link is allowed to…study there. And I ain't makin' no guarantees about staying. Deal?"
No deal, no deal, Logan pleaded in his head.
"Deal."
Sometimes he hated Storm. And the Professor. And life in general.
As it turned out, Cam and Link did not have a home, and everything they had was held in two shoulder packs. So with only one delay- Cam wanted to stop by a coffee shop to say bye to the man at the counter, who almost had tears in his eyes- they left the city.
When they boarded the X-Jet, Cam gripped Logan's shoulder hard and whispered something in his ear, something that made him want to run his claws through that pretty face of hers.
"Stay out of my way and we won't have a problem, Clawboy."
God, he hoped she left soon, because, Class Five or not, he could and would kill her.
After all, he'd done it before. And if he could murder the woman he loved, then exterminating this annoying woman would be only too easy.
