This is about three chapters, sooo, yeah, it's long.
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It was no secret that Harley enjoyed long walks through the forest. He had done it before his mutation, was his mode of transport when he was on the run, and continued the habit once he got settled at the school. The walks were even better at Creed's estate, with all the unexplored forest.
Victor was well aware of this fact and how planned appropriately. He was camping out in a cave, a good distance away from the mansion and the pup's normal walking grounds. At night he would patrol just outside of the school's defenses and make sure the kid was all right, then he would go back to his cave.
He made sure not to leave any trail. Not that he was worried about being discovered by the brat, but being found out by Jimmy, who wouldn't take his presence well. Still Victor wouldn't mind a fight.
Sabretooth was still surprised when Harley showed up in his cave after a hunt.
"How?" Victor asked, dropping the deer.
"Saw you one night," Harley shrugged, laying on a pile of grass, leaves, moss, and several animal pelts, which was Victor's nest, in the corner. "After some thought, I had a vague idea of where you were."
Victor wasn't entirely satisfied with this explanation, but he knew it was the best he would get right now. He ripped off a quarter and began to eat. Harley just watched him from the corner.
"Why are you here?" Harley asked, standing.
Victor only grunted.
"Okay," Harley walked past Sabretooth. "Good seein' ya."
"Yeah," Victor said quietly after the pup was out of earshot.
The kid confused him. How did he find me? Victor gave himself a sniff over. No bugs. Telepathy maybe? Victor doubted it. The kid was either a professional poker player and kept himself in check, or he couldn't read Victor's mind. It was hard to tell.
Sabretooth took one more whiff. Freeze, his instincts screamed. The pup had left something.
Padding slowly to the nest, Victor extracted his claws. Half of his mind was saying the kid wouldn't leave something harmful, but his instincts took the scent and matched it with…
A knife? Victor pulled it out of the leaves and examined it. It was a throwing knife with a note.
Remember this?
Victor sniffed it. It had the scent of his blood. Victor grinned darkly. This was the knife the cub had stabbed him with when they met in the forest outside of X-force. Sabretooth assumed it a gift and pocketed it.
(X)
A woman stood in an unfamiliar room with a familiar man, listening to his tales of a boy who gave her deja vu. She swept her black hair out of her blue eyes so that it didn't rest on her forehead.
She was slender and pale, and wore all black, which only made more of a contrast. The only jewelry she wore was a ring, with a diamond, the birthstone of her could-be son.
"Sit," the man said sliding over on the bed he sat on. She always liked his wild looks, especially the facial hair.
"I don't know how..." she tried. "If I want to.."
"I didn't at first," he admitted with a wistful smile. "I ignored him for awhile."
"Then what?" she asked, placing her hand on his where it was on the bed. The man pulled it away, knowing what she could do with the physical contact.
"He saved me," Logan shrugged. "Took a beatin' and gave one out himself."
"You mean with Daken?"
"Yeah."
The two stared at the wall opposing them.
"I missed you," the woman rest her head on Logan's shoulder.
"I missed you too, Kayla."
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It had been an eventful day for Harley. With less than six days til Christmas, training had been canceled, which meant Harley had to Danger Room to himself. James and Nikki hardly wanted to participate and Logan was occupied. Lillian was suffering through migraines and Harley figured it was best not to disturb her.
Which is why he was in Forge's room with Jubilee and Forge.
"Alright, Jubs," Forge said cheerfully. "A couple more of your fireworks and we can test it."
"I'm pooped," the Asian girl complained.
"C'mon," Harley bounced around. "Only three more and think, I get to blow something up, and you get to take a nap for eternity."
The trio were infamously known to design and test dangerous devices. Like Harley's buzz-axes, or the one they were currently working one. It started with a large tank that could hold, keep, and preserve Jubilee's fireworks. Then Forge got the idea to compress them to make them more powerful. And finally, Harley said, "Now, make it a weapon!" a statement that came out a little more cavalier than it should have been.
"Okay," Jubilee huffed. It took a little longer than it should have to push the last three in a compression tank. Forge had made three mini ones for the gun, and one large one that had a port where the minis were plugged in to be refilled.
"Alright," Forge grinned as he screwed the tank on the large bazooka. "Ready, Harley?"
"Hell yes!" Harley gushed and ran out the door straight to the Danger Room to activated a target room.
He met Jubilee and Forge inside. Around them were a dozen dummies, each a varying distance from the red X the group stood on now.
"Harley," Forge passed the cannon.
Harley smiled evil. He got to test most of Forge's stuff in case of explosions. Harley waited 'til the other were out and in the observational balcony above.
With smile he aim the bazooka at a dummy and fire. It knocked Harley back at bit, but he caught his balance. A large, white orb had shot out and hit the dummy in the chest, exploding into a ball of flames.
"Hahaha, YES!" Harley laughed.
Forge and Jubilee, her weariness forgotten, to met the still laughing boy.
"I want one of these," Harley gasped out between laughs.
"Small chance," Forge grinned. "Here."
The two males switched items; Forge taking the cannon and Harley taking two black bracelets.
"Are these..?"
"Yep," Jubs nodded. "I had him fix them while you were gone at X-force."
Harley smiled and put one on, swishing his wrist to summon his beloved buzz-ax.
"Thanks, you guys," Harley looked at it. "There something different."
"Yes," Forge pointed to a button. "Press that."
Harley complied. The blade began to glow with heat, and soon blue flames were coming off of it.
Harley smiled and slung it at a testing dummy. It caught in its head and burned for a moment, before 'porting back to it owner's grip.
Harley only smiled again, before dismissing the weapon to put the other bracelet on.
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Wolverine was concerned. He had had been tracking a scent through the forest around the school and was not happy about who it belong to and what that person was planning.
He growled as he trotted up the stairs to tell Harley they were going for a vacation.
Logan arrived an hour after Harley, who pretended that he had been at the mansion the whole time Logan was gone, but Logan knew better.
(But I digress) Logan planned to take his son to the cabin that Logan owned in Canada. It would give them time together and Wolverine desperately needed some civilization-free time. Not to mention it would get them away from the unwanted presence and it would be their first Christmas; Logan had gotten a mission last year and Harley hadn't tested his DNA.
"Hey, Short-knives," Logan knocked on his son's door. "Ya in there?"
Wolverine opened the door and scanned the room. No sign of Harley, but he was here recently and probably had just left. Huh, Logan shrugged. If Harley wasn't here to pack Logan would just do it for him.
Grabbing the duffer bag in the closet, Logan opened the drawers and began to pack for his son.
(X)
Harley, as it was, was with Sabretooth, enjoying some bird.
"Where are you two goin'?" Victor asked again, not believing his ears.
"Church," Harley sighed exasperatedly. "It will be quick, and then I'll come back and we can go hunting."
Lillian was on his motorcycle on the side of the road a couple dozen yards from the cave. Harley was there under the guise of having to use the restroom. More excuse would be needed, but he would think of something.
"Fine," Sabretooth growled. "But you owe me a fight afterwards."
(X)
"That was fun," Lillian laughed, holding onto Harley was he drove his motorcycle.
Harley smiled. Not that Lily would see it; they both had helmets on.
"Can we stop?" she asked. "I gotta tinkle."
Harley nodded his head. They were in Manhattan. Harley wanted to go to church, being Catholic, but was sleeping with Lillian that morning, so when she asked if she could come he said yes.
They pulled into a gas station. Lily went to the bathroom, while Harley filled up on gas. A black Sedan pulled in and a familiar scent was leaking out of it.
Motor oil? Oliver asked.
Men in sunglasses and suits emerged. They marched into the gas station. Harley attempted to read their minds, but couldn't. He didn't put too much thought into it; being unable to read someone's mind was a common occurrence for Harley; after all, he lived with a dozen telepaths. But still...
Something isn't right... Harley frowned. He could smell guns and cold indifference, but also an excited nervousness. And what the hell is that smell? Oliver inputted.
I don't know, but I don't like it, Harley started to growl, a habit borne from his time with Sabretooth, and began to head inside to Lil.
Through the store's windows he could see Lillian come out of the bathroom. What happened next was a shocker. One of the MIBs pulled out a tranquilizer gun and pointed at her.
"NO!" Harley shouted before a Snikt! Could be heard as he ran forward. Something hard hit the side of his face, ricocheting of of Fox's metal skull.
Bullet, Oliver reported.
Panic broke out, or maybe Harley just noticed it, but people were running and screaming.
The bullet didn't kill, but it pushed down Harley, who immediately popped back up with a barrel roll, taking several bullets to the trunk and two guards, who happened to be in the way.
The MIB pulled the trigger and the dart struck Lillian in the neck. Her eyes went wide and several screaming civilians dropped unconscious. Harley had felt a telepathic wave go through. He sliced a MIB standing in the door as another picked up Lillian.
"Cease fire!" A voice called out behind Harley.
Fox turned around, livid. It couldn't be...
"Stryker," Fox snarled. If his fist weren't covered in blood, they would be bone white, clenched in rage.
"Harley," the old man chuckled (X2 Stryker). "You been looking for me so I wanted to say something."
An odd bubble began to form in Harley's mind. It was cold and uncaring, and completely logical. Harley held at bay and his next words were forced.
"What the hell have you done?" He spat. "What are you planning? And why me?"
Styrker laughed. Fox was acutely aware no one had moved.
"I've injected you into your friends, Harley," Stryker explained. The way he said the boy's named seemed mocking. "You have O blood, so it wasn't hard. Your mutations carried over. But only to those two. You see some psychological rules apply. Multiple subjects died trying to handle you."
Harley gritted his teeth.
"But James, an impulse test subject meant to rile you up, took it almost effortlessly. Minus the screaming in pain. And Nikki was the same, but with more anesthetics. We imagine the drugs affected the bonding. As for my plan?
"I don't like mutants; they're nasty animal, who need to be put down. But any animal can serve a purpose."
Harley could barely hear the sirens in the distance, but his brain didn't process them. Oliver was giving it his all to hold back the berserker rage and had sent a message to the X-Men for help.
"And you, Wolverine, and Sabretooth are useful animals. You kill and kill and kill and don't feel anything. So remember my words when you wake up."
Fox turned as a dart exploded from a gun that was now in front of him. Instinctively, he slashed it out of the air and turned to attack Stryker, who drew a syringe filled with a dark red..
Harley dropped to all fours and charged the mad man. The distance between them was five feet, but that room meant Harley hit Stryker hard.
A gasp escaped Fox. Somehow another dart was in his shoulder, and Harley started to pass out.
"Should have been a vet," Stryker muttered before stabbing Harley with the syringe.
The world turned black.
(X)
Since Charles had met Logan, he was intrigued by the man's ability to block out pain and people. Harley was similar. The boy had extreme control over himself. Whether it be blocking something, or someone, out or exciting himself over something, and the reverse, making himself believe that something would be boring or useless. Not to mention, morals...or sometimes the lack of.
But Harley had a way of getting to Logan. Charles wasn't sure that Logan was the same for Fox, but he believed so.
It still surprised him when a pop! Sounded in his office and Harley appeared in the middle of Xavier's office on a running motorcycle, covered in blood.
"What is the meaning of this?" Xavier asked, slightly angered.
"Lillian..." Harley gasped. Xavier noticed a wound on the side of his head that hadn't healed yet as well as several on the child's trunk. "Lily... Stryker."
"Stryker?" Charles asked caught off guard. "What-"
His sentence was interrupted by Harley falling over, unconscious, bleeding on the carpet.
Hank! Xavier called out. Come immediately. Harley is injured. Get Logan on your way.
Yes, Professor, McCoy responded.
Xavier waited impatiently. Stryker and Lillian, who was missing, or at least not present. But with Harley's injuries and the odd appearance, he was sure that he knew what happened.
"What is-oh, my stars and garters," Beast rushed in and began to examine Harley. "His healing has stopped. He needs medical attention ASAP."
Beast was just about to pick the boy up when Logan came in.
"Whad- Harley!" Logan ran forward. "No! I'll get him."
McCoy jumped back, startled by Logan's possessive shout.
"Logan," the professor tried. "Hank's only trying to help."
Logan didn't say a word as the trio hurried for the infirmary. Students looked stricken as the saw the group pass.
"Go to class," Xavier instructed. "If is your teacher please go outside."
The children complied willingly, some even ran to get out.
(X)
When Nikki saw Logan run past with Harley in his arms, a stone dropped in her stomach.
"What happened?" she asked shocked. She knew he had gone out with Lillian, but...
"Move outta the way!" Logan shouted at her. Nikki jumped back, but continued to follow. Several times on this journey, she had seen Harley beaten, bruised, and bloodied some of it her fault during training, but this? Why wasn't he healing?
Hey, is every thing okay? James asked. I could smell blood.
Harley's had an accident or something, Nikki explained quickly. Or something. God, I hope he's alright. He's not healing.
What!? James was just as shocked as she was.
I don't know, James, she felt like crying. Please hurry.
(X)
James, against his typical nature, threw his controller on the bed and raced to meet his girlfriend (*I think that's a horrible ship now.*) downstairs. James wasn't much for athletics, but no one could say that he didn't hauled ass to find Nik and his adopted brother.
A sense of growing concern arose somewhere in his stomach. Harley wasn't healing, Nikki was scared shitless, and who the fuck knew how Logan was taking this, if Logan knew at all.
Stumbling into the elevator he screamed at the kids inside to get the fuck out of his way and when they didn't move faster enough, started shoving them out. He hit the down button repeatedly until he heard the noise signifying James was going down and then some.
He ran into the med bay, smelling Nikki, Beast, Logan, Harley, and lots of blood.
He had barely gotten over the threshold when he saw Harley. That action was followed by racing to the trash can to hurl his breakfast.
"I can't see exit wounds," Hank exclaimed. "I'm going to have to put him under."
"How are you going to do that?" James asked. "He heals."
"Not at the moment," Nikki retorted, close to throwing up herself.
Hank prepared the syringe with the proper dosage, while James, Nikki, and Logan stood by dumbstruck.
"What happened?" James asked.
"Don't know yet," Nikki sat on the flooring. James got the feeling she was close to tears. "We might know if he pulls through."
"Don't!" Logan turned to face her. "Don't say that!"
James thought he saw tears swimming in Wolverine's eye, but the older man turned away.
By know McCoy had everything ready. He stuck Fox, injecting him to make sure he wouldn't wake and began operating.
Now James has killed people before and was said to be 'desensitized' by video games, but when Hank opened Harley up, James had to go to the trash can again.
"Interesting," Hank murmured.
"McCoy, this ain't the time," Logan growled.
"Didn't we do an X-ray and discovered metal on Harley's skeleton?"
"What does that have ta do with this?" Logan roared. "It saved his fuckin' life! Don't ya see the bullet wound to his head?"
"There is no metal on his bones," Hank calmly explained, through sweat was dripping off of him. "Nik, pass me those tweezers."
Nikki complied. "What do you mean? There has to be in order of that to be reflected."
"No more talkin' McCoy," Logan said softly taking his son's hand. "Hurry up."
(X)
Harley groaned; everything hurt. His head was pulsing and his midsection felt mutilated.
"Harley," a voice croaked.
"Shud up," Harley whined. His eyes were already clenched tight and if it didn't hurt to move, he would have covered his ears. It was one of those common time when he hated his senses. His tongue felt like sandpaper and his fingers hurt.
"It's okay, kid, it me," the voice said quieter.
"Vic..."
"Yeah," his uncle emitted some happy smells.
"Where am I?" Harley opened his eyes to utter darkness.
"The damned X-mansion."
"What are you doin' here?" Harley kept quiet; it would hurt his own ears to talk loud and telepathy would most likely hurt his head. Not that he could get into Victor's head anyway.
"I was waiting for ya," Victor explained. "So, when I smelled yer blood I had to check on ya. Ya smell diff-"
"How did you get in here?"
"Slipped past security and drugged Jimmy."
"Where's Dad?" Harley asked, now concerned.
"Slumped in that corner," Victor sneered. "What happened?"
Harley recounted the events at the gas station. He could almost hear Victor's brain buzzing when he finished. He knew Victor was processing, or at least giving the image, what had been told to him; Harley took advantage of the silence to go over it himself. What had been injected into him? What was Stryker exactly planning? And why did his fingers hurt?
It had to be blood, or something derived from it, Oliver rattled. It hurt Harley's head to think, but these were important question to Fox. He's using mutants as weapon, and why not? They have amazing and destructive abilities. Ones with your mutation could prove quite useful in combat. And why do our fingers hurt?
Could it be the injection? Harley thought, trying to move to examine them.
"Yer lucky," Victor grunted. "They had you restrained."
"Cut the restraints?"
"Yeah," Harley could see Victor's face moving. Wait?!
Curiosity surged through Harley like adrenaline. He sat up and looked around. He could see in the dark! He could see Victor clearly and even spotted Logan in the corner, slumped, asleep, with a dark haired woman resting her head on his shoulder..
Harley was wrapped with bandages and gauze, wearing sweat pants. And his hands hurt because... because...
"Oh, Victor," he felt on the verge of tears, confused ones. "What has happened?"
Victor looked at his hands and saw claws similar to his own.
"I'm sorry, cub," Victor said sadly. It was the first time 'human' could be applied to Victor. "Stryker got ya with me, didn't he?"
Harley nodded with a lump in his throat. Logan would be conflicted. Lillian would be hurt. The new claws would be a reminder to them of the pain and suffering caused by the originally owner.
"I can teach how to use 'em," Victor tried when his pup didn't respond. "It shouldn't be hard."
"Go away, Victor," Harley said quietly. "There's something that I need to take care of."
Sabretooth snarled and left. Harley watched him go with his new night-vision.
(X)
Logan woke up to see his son sitting up, staring at the door.
"You need to lay down," he was instantly alert. He gently pushed Kayla off and approached Harley.
Harley had tears leaking out of his eyes, eyes which Logan couldn't see, but Harley didn't seem to noticed. Logan took a whiff and could still smell wounds on his son. He took note of the slashed restraints.
"Harley, bub?" he tried. "Ya gotta lay down. Hank operated on you."
He attempted to gently push Fox into a lying position. Harley growled.
"C'mon," Logan was getting worried and a little angry. "Don't ya wanna heal?"
"Leave me alone," Harley growled again, this time getting of the table. His hand clenched to the point his knuckles were white.
"Unh," a noise from the corner didn't distracted Logan.
"Harley," he said more forcefully. "Get. On. The. Cot."
"Wanna... sleep... in my... own bed," Harley gritted out.
"Harley," Kayla said softly and silkily. "Please get back on the cot."
Harley froze.
"Fine, but leave," he looked at them. It was the first eye contact between any of them since Logan had gotten up. And the first time Logan saw his son's eye since he had awaken.
His left one was amber.
Harley's eyes were normally dark brown; his uncle's were amber.
"Victor," Logan growled quietly. He didn't think that the bastard was working with Stryker anymore.
"Logan," Kayla slipped her hand in his. "Let's go."
Stiffly and angrily, Logan pulled his hand out of hers and marched out the door. Kayla padded timidly behind him.
"Logan?" Kayla radiated with confusion, sorrow, and a little joy.
"I just want him ta talk to me sometimes," Logan huffed as they got in the elevator. "I wanna know what happens with him; I wanna know if something's wrong, so I can fix it. But when something in really wrong, he goes cold, silent. And I know that's how I am, but..."
"It's how people feel about you," Kayla pressed herself against him. "You do the same thing to others. It hurts to see the ones you love in pain. You know that."
She looked in his eyes. "But Harley, from what I've heard, is different from you. He'll go out of his way to fix it. Have you forgotten?"
No, Logan couldn't forget the story of how Harley walked two and a half hours to James when his family had an incident.
"That different," Logan ground his teeth as the elevator door opened. "This ain't just him. The girl, Lillian, is missing."
"And we'll hear what happened."
"I dunno," Logan sighed defeated. "Harley's a mystery."
(X)
Harley lay on the cot. Logan and the woman had long since left, James and Nikki had tried to visit, and Hank had come and dropped of some sandwiches, which were only partial eaten. Harley knew thinking on a growling stomach would defeat the purpose of the silence, so he ate as he thought.
Lillian's been kidnapped and will most likely be subject to torturous experimentation.
Victor has possibly been working with Stryker.
Logan has some woman with him. A lover if I read the situation correctly.
I have Victor's claws, night vision, and God knows what else.
I'm going to have to talk to Charles, a task I'm dread.
Did Logan see my fingernails?
These were the main topics in Harley's head. He glanced at a mirror on the wall and was startled to see his left eye had turned bright blue, before fading to brown. And then his vision faded into it old blurriness. He sighed and went back to his thoughts and sandwich.
That new girl, Mya, could make gloves; that should help me some. Hopefully Victor's still in the cave, and I personally couldn't give a damn about Dad's love life.
With a grunt and a growl, Harley forced himself of of the cot and painfully made his way to his room. He had used the elevator and his telepathy to make the trip shorter and to make sure nobody saw him, although he was pretty sure. The Professor knew where his was.
Harley didn't bother showering; he wouldn't be able to reapply the bandages. So he just took off his shirt and put on a large jacket that used to be Logan's. He found out he wouldn't be able to change out of his sweat pants because it hurt too much to bend down.
Afterwards, he headed to the third floor, hoping he could find the girl he was looking for. A quick psychic scan found her in the corner room.
He knocked politely on her door, then stuffed his fists in his pockets.
A short Spanish girl answered the door. She was slightly obese and wore jeans, but her shirt was white with several patches. Nothing that gave away her extreme skills with clothes or anything that gave away her mutation, the ability to project her thoughts as images and holograms as well as telekinesis.
"Can I help you?" she said sweetly. Her voice carried a Spanish accent.
"I need some special gloves," Harley smiled, trying to block out his hurting stomach.
"Sure," Mya put her hands on her hips. "Whadda ya need?"
"Basic gloves, but with metal tips. Can you do that?"
"Sure, in fact..." she trailed off and went into her room. Harley continued to stand in the doorway.
"Here, I made these for myself, but they were too big," Mya handed Harley the gloves, who used his telepathy to hid his claws. He put them on; they fit perfectly.
"Thanks, Mya," Harley beamed. "What do I own you?"
"Oh, nothing," a mild blush rose in her cheeks. "Come again if you need anything."
"Will do. Thanks."
(X)
Harley walked to Charles' office and knocked.
"Come in," he called. Harley opened the door to see Charles and Hank waiting for him. Hank had a bag with him, which by the smell of it contained several bandages and some antiseptic.
"Please stand so can change your bandages," Chuck instructed. "While his there please tell me what happened when you were out."
Harley reported everything that he could remember. From what happened when the SUV pulled in to how when Harley woke up he was a a stretcher, half-way to to ambulance. He had gotten off, ignored the hollering medics, got on his bike, and managed a port.
"We are lucky that Deadpool gave the teleporter," Charles smiled reassuringly. "Now we have some things to tell you. Hank?"
"Yes," McCoy sat on a chair across from Harley and the professor. "The wound on your head."
"Has healed," Harley finished.
"Is interesting," Hank corrected, although Harley was right. "We X-rayed you and there is no metal on your bones."
"Excuse me?" Harley cocked an eyebrow, now significantly angered.
"It would seem that your tritary mutation would be the ability to grow a hard substance over your bones."
Breaking this down:
1)Claws
2)senses
3)healing, faulty nonetheless
4)metal production, shall we call it
5)Sabretooth's claws
6)Does ferality count? Like in feral instincts? Is that what they are? Is that what what are? Feral instincts, as in what guides Victor and sometimes Dad? Sure, why the hell not. Okay.
7)night-vision? No, you haven't seen in the dark lately. You're right, I had to turn the lights on in the closet. So, the effect faded? Let's hope.
Still, that's quite a list of powers.
Of course Oliver did all that, but Harley could agree with him. It was a list and one was generally unknown and another one didn't count because Fox didn't have ferality.
"... Lillian?" the professor was asking.
"What?" Harley snapped not listening.
"What do you think Stryker plans for Lillian?" Hank repeated for the Professor.
"I don't know," Harley rose. "But I have to save her."
"Like hell you do," Logan walked in, with the black-haired woman behind him. "Sit down."
Harley continued to stand.
"How long have ya known 'bout yer healing?"
"A while," Harley growled. "The main hint was my vision. You would have picked up on it if you were paying attention."
The woman gasped.
"I was!" Logan shouted. "But I thought it was just somethin' ya held on ta."
"Why would I do that?"
"Harley, please," Xavier begged.
"The hell am I suppose ta know?" Logan growled. "Ya always have some reason for somethin'."
"You would know those reasons if you weren't always running off!" Harley was livid.
"You ran off just a couple weeks ago!"
"You fucking hypocrite! There was something I needed to attend to!"
"Harley-" Hank started, only to realize it was helpless.
"What was it?" Logan asked quietly
"You know what it is, but everything else in your mind is seemingly more important."
"Not everything," Logan said. "I did help you find family."
"Yeah, I'm aware," Harley snapped. "But I don't see it."
"Hm hm," the woman cleared her throat. "May I say something."
Logan grunted, Harley stuffed his hands in his pockets, and Charles and Hank sighed; there was an air of temporary relief.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked.
"No," was Harley's clipped response.
"But you feel like you should, don't you?"
Harley eyes widen briefly. "Yes."
"We did a test," Hank spoke up. "Harley, this is-"
"Your mother," Logan finished. "Kayla Silverfox."
Harley's eyes widened again, but longer.
"I-" Kayla tried to speak, but Harley shouldered through her and Logan and out the door, where a group of students had gathered. They fled when Harley came out.
Xavier massaged his temples.
Hank frowned and cleaned his glasses.
Kayla looked around and seemed to be on the verge of tears.
Logan stood still, before sighing. Why is this so hard?