I has occured to me to pout disclaimers. That being said i do not own any marvel character, but James, Nikki and I are my proberty. Sorry for typos and erorrs. (*This text*) is side notes to the friend i wrote this for.

I was on my knees looking at an unbelievable sight. Nikki my most trusted adviser in life was out of a coma. She stared at me for several seconds.

"Nikki, is that really you?" stupid, gone-brain-dead me I thought to myself. Of course it was her. My hyper-senses were picking up the sweet hay horse-like scent oozing from her.

"Yes," she sighed. "It's me. I'm sorry"

"For what?" I stood up shakily.

"Lying to you guys," Nikki said as she sat on the cot with her arms folded.

"Lying to us about what?"

"I-I-I haven't been in a coma the last past weeks."

"WHAT!?" I exploded. The machine thingy we had hooked up to her said – not so clearly- that she was in a coma. My claws erupted from my fist in rage. "How?" I asked with a tremble. She reluctantly told me, but all I heard was: blahblahblah-lied to the people who trusted me-blahblahblah. At the end her face was kind of red, like she was on the verge of tears. I growled, then angrily slashed the wall beside me leaving several scratches. Impulsively, I stabbed the wall leaving my claws stuck. I sighed.

"James!" I called.

"No. Please don't let him see-," Whatever she was going to say next was cut off by James (*Who at the time I write this recently got his restricted permit*) barged in.

"Nikki?" he whispered.

"Yes," she said with a gulp. He ran to her, (*Sorry have to do this. I also need to have fun in my life*) embraced her making sure this was the real Nikki, planted a kiss on her cheek and lastly quietly said how much he missed her in her ear. In a bitter return, she repeated her apology and how she hid what she did to him, which(*you'll like this bit*) ,because James had mellowed down in the what I think has been a year since I left my old life behind, resulted in James, ignoring what I thought was a betrayal of our trust, and held her in his arms and let Nikki use his shoulder as a thing to hid her tearful face in.
"Why?" I asked still stuck in the wall. James shot me an angry look that was disregarded. She looked up.

"I've had a tough life and enjoyed how you guys cared for me. So because of my telepathy I remember somehow what you did when I was out, so I tricked the machine, and acted as if I was still brain-dead."

I stood in stunned silence. She was right. She had gone though hell as a child and now being injected with somebody else's DNA had to have been horribly and anyone who gone though anything of the sort need a break.

"Fine. We'll discuss this later. Meanwhile," I said. "GET ME OUT OF THIS WALL!"

They did. It hurt horribly, but physical pain was overlooked. James and Nikki, who had got over her emotional bubble, went to get breakfast, while I went to my room. I flopped backwards on James's bed. I felt something wet touch my back. I jumped up ready to scream in disgust, when my sensitive nose told me that the wetness was just milk. Thank, God. I thought Fuck soap and water where James's fluids are involved. I was gonna to need bleach and flaming gas just to feel clean again. I changed my shirt and directed myself to my thoughtful place.

I stood in the main cavern, under a hole. The ultra computer that we used to detect crime and enemy mutant activities was in front of me. I looked up the hole. It was really a vertical shaft. I unsheathed my claws and jumped. Unlike before I made sure my claws did go not completely in to the stone so I could take them out. I climbed up the hole until I passed a alcove in the side. I went a little higher than doing some tricky bit of acrobatics landed in the space below. I laid down on a blanket that covered the floor. On a shelf behind me I had three 12 packs of Coke and four boxes of saltines. Here I could think clearly about anything. Today that happened to be a mental conversation with the voices in my head and my damn memories.

I hate my former life. I thought.

I was a lie. A cerebral voice replied.

Shut up. Wait you never agree with me.

Meh, I just want to be a bastard and make you remember. At the mention of remembrance I passed into my past.

Somehow in Xavier's school, I found my way out. When I got outside I didn't know where Lillian wanted to meet me, so I went where some other kids coagulated. Apparently they were setting up basketball teams. A boy saw me and asked if I would like to join.

"No," I replied stiffly and coldly. He stared at me for a second then shrugged and walked away. I positioned myself at some nearby picnic tables. I sat on the table, arms resting on my legs. I watched the game progress. I inhaled though my nose bringing in scents. One scent was familiar. I turned my thinking it was Lillian. It wasn't. Logan walked up and stood beside the table watching the players dart from one side to another.

"Don't sit on the table, kid," he said without looking at me. I growled, but plopped myself in the rightful place to sit.

"So, don't play?" Logan asked.

"No," I started to leave when Lillian popped into my peripheral vision. She waved at Logan, who didn't respond but left.

Don't leave her alone with us My brain screamed sarcastically to no one. Lillian sat down. We sat in silence. I wondered if she could hear that thought and hoped she could sense me wanting to go elsewhere.

"We could if you want," She said surprising me.

"We could what?"

"Move. Jeez, thought you would have guessed my power."

"I have, but the Professor said my mind was protected from intruders, "I said as I got up to walk away. Lillian walked beside me in silence. The basketball game had stopped and some of the kids were pointing at me and snicker among themselves. I growled, turned to them as my claws came out. They stopped. I smiled like I was crazy, tilted my head and walked towards them. One or two of them teleported away, most ran and one stood with his fist turning to metal. He raised them, but I stooped down and slashed though the asphalt. He ran. I was started to like this place.

"C'mon. Stop terrorizing the people. I know a private place," Lillian pulled my shirt towards the woods surrounding the school.

Thump!

"Oww. Darn wall," Nikki's voice rang up towards my sensitive ears."Harley, you up there?" I didn't respond. Instead I shield my mind so she couldn't mentally detect me. It was too late.

"Fox!" She shouted my code name up. Damn she really wants me. I hopped down the shaft. I landed on my feet; cracks spread from my feet. Nikki was several feet away.

"What?" I whined. I took my shoe off and looked at them. Shards of rock had embedded themselves in the soles.

"Damn it," I tossed the shoes in a nearby trash can. I started to head towards my room knowing Nikki would follow me.

"I wanted to talk to you about the – um-uh- DNA thing." She said.

"There have been no leads."

"Why? Have y'all just been sitting around doing nothing?"

"We've been busy," I turned on her quickly.

"Doing what?"

"Watching you, training and in my case controlling Wolverine's temper," I opened my door. Unfortunately, James was there so couldn't slam the door on Nik and stop this conversation. However, it was at that moment my phone rang. I looked at the screen. Unknown number. I answered it anyway.

"Harley, are you there?" Logan's anxious voice rang out. I turned the volume down.

"Yeah. What's up? And why do you sound so worried?" I asked.

"Has anyone been around the base?" I didn't know.

"Nikki check the security cams and look at some of the older footage. Two days," I commanded she turned and hightailed out.

"Who are you talkin' to?" My father asked.

"Nikki. Long story. Dad, what's going on?" Using the word dad felt weird. A sigh emitted from the phone.

"I'm coming home," He said then hung up. I sighed then sat on the ladder that led to my bed. Well, there goes my week.

Damn it, Logan. What are you not telling me? I thought to myself.

Haven't we already figured out he does worry about you? I responded.

Yes,but-

But nothing.

He only does became he regrets not checking for family when he woke up in a post-explosion nuke plant. I couldn't respond to that so that debate was left there. James stood up, finally breaking from Oblivion, and looked at me curiously.

"What's up?" He asked. I hated to break it to him but I didn't want Logan to come back and catch James do something that would get him grounded for a while. We'd never hear the end of it.

"My dad's coming back," I said as I slipped of the ladder.

"When?"

"A day or two," I slipped outside. James followed in surprising silence. We found Nikki speed-watching security footage on the main computer. And what she saw scared her.

"Harley, there's a man out there."