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Chapter Six: Don't Poke The Bear

Logan's hand was squeezing K's as they discussed what they knew and what they didn't with Charles, Erik, Jean, and Scott. K hadn't really heard much of what Charles and Erik had to say after they told her that K had been in Weapon X's hands - the first time - much longer than she'd thought. Some of their files had been found, simply because Weapon X had used both her and Logan's files in marketing them to SHIELD … and others.

But K wasn't really able to focus on their conversation. Her memories were smashed together, pieces were missing. She wasn't exactly surprised to hear that they'd used her for testing other possible candidates before she'd shown her claws. Apparently there was video they'd recovered of almost all of their experimentations, including the one they'd recorded at her adamantium procedure – including Logan's reactions.

More upsetting than that, however was the extensive notes that had been taken on her gene structure, even corroborated with research that Dr. Essex had done on Logan years ago, even mapping the two together for possible outcomes. There were documents that showed that she'd been actively marketed as a commodity by the professor. Apparently his version of learning from his mistakes with Logan was more twisted than K could have given him credit for and if the washed out shade both Summers were was any indication of their thoughts on the matter, K was very sure that someone was going to try to talk to her later.

The files that Charles had handed her proved that Thornton had no intention to use her as a weapon once he'd seen the claws. The training and the forced missions … torture tests they'd done on her …. All of it was purely to test her limits. To know what she brought to the table. Had she died, they'd have known she was an inferior product. And more recently - since she'd started up with Logan … Thornton's sole intention outside of using her as a demonstration of his 'product potential' was purely to bait Logan and keep him in line. The notes showed that he couldn't possibly have been more tickled when they realized the two had bonded. She was the in. She was the means to manipulate him – the way to force him to submit to what they'd wanted from him in the first place.

K's hearing seemed to fuzz out after Eric had told her they were actively marketing their children. Not the ones they had already – somehow Abbey and the twins had come into the world under their radar - No, they were advertising for the highest bidder to place an order for their own little weapon that they could raise as they saw fit. The idea had both of them well beyond the precipice of simple rage and K really couldn't focus until finally, Erik's voice cut through the din.

"The word is out, I'm afraid," Eric said as K pinched the bridge of her nose and Logan began absently rubbing her back. "It will only be a matter of time before any one of the many interested parties decides to make a move. If they see those little ones, they will be taken from you."

For a brief moment, the house was silent and Charles looked both mournful and livid all at once.

"Like hell they will," Logan growled out, and it seemed that he and Scott were of the same mind frame as Scott nodded seriously, his jaw set.

K looked up at Erik finally, walking the tightrope between rage and being almost despondent before she turned her attention to Charles. "So what do we do with this, Charles?" K asked. "Tell me what you think we need to do, because what I have in mind, you will not approve of."

Charles' mouth tightened and for a long while, it was clear that he didn't want to speak up.

"What do you have in mind, my dear?" Eric asked as he turned to K, his eyes sparkling as if he already had a decent idea.

K gave Logan's hand a squeeze, but didn't bother to consult. "Give me your list," K replied, locking gazes with him. "You know what I can do, if you read my files."

Erik smiled in return. "Charles of course, would never approve," Erik said, barely tipping his head Charles' way as he kept his focus on K. "But considering the outstanding circumstances, I most certainly do. Use your demonstrative training against them." He turned to Logan. "And what about you? What do you propose?"

Logan's mouth was drawn as he saw the focus practically rolling off of his wife. She wasn't aware of the rocky history between himself and Magneto … and now most certainly wasn't the time to bring it up. "She's not gonna go alone," he replied. "I won't let her go near them without backup. Can't be losin' my wife after all we've had to put up with already."

Eric nodded, clearly looking pleased. "I was hoping you'd say that." His tone was low and rich as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched K's reaction. "I've already arranged for you to have assistance from us if you would like it. We'd like to keep tabs on your progress either way." He looked almost reasonable as he gave Logan an almost wide-eyed look that didn't match the malice to his tone. "The last thing any of us need is for the pair of you to go missing into one of their labs."

The tone … that was enough on its own to get K to glance at Charles. Before she could say a word, though, Charles lifted his hand with a sigh. "For the first time in years, old friend, I'm afraid I have to agree." He turned toward Logan and K. "The children are in danger as long as they are looking for you. Not only yours either. Nothing would stop these people from attempting to pick up not only Rachel, but my students as well. Jean, Kitty and I will stay together with the little ones while you two secure their future. I would suggest you try to prepare Abbey before you leave, however. I will help to explain it to her, but you will need to make sure she understands before you leave again."

K blew out a breath and looked over to Scott this time. "How long do you think we have?" K asked.

"A week, perhaps," Erik cut across Scott. "A week before one of them makes a move."

K didn't need to see all of Scott's features to see his jaw clench and the color rise up in his cheeks slightly. "What happened to the tracking devices you got off of us?" K asked, ignoring how Erik was clearly trying to bait her.

"We disabled them and gave them to Forge." Scott answered tightly. "I'm going to want to-"

"Turn 'em on," K said. "Turn 'em on and give them to me. Otherwise, they'll go to the place they were last working – which is here. Let me have them. I'll set them up somewhere that I've got an advantage."

"What are you thinkin' darlin?" Logan said, the ghost of a smirk on his face finally, knowing full well she likely had something horrible in mind for the soldiers that would hunt her.

It only took a few days for K and Logan to find a reasonable area to screw with Weapon X. K was up a tree, watching the big black bear she had just wrestled with amble away. Logan was next to her, holding on to her as they watched the boar snort and huff.

"Where's you think he's headed?" Logan asked quietly with a smirk. He'd laughed when she first told him her plan. It was simple, and frankly, believable for the kind of territory they both liked to traverse.

"Probably the swamp over that way," K replied as she wiped the blood off her face, nodding the direction she was guessing. "It's a really good area for him to bed down. The big ones have always liked it there." She had gotten the bear to eat the tracker without really hurting it, even though the bear had done his best to tear into her for messing with him. The trick of it was that he had to swallow it whole – no crunching or it would wreck the tracker and their misdirection wouldn't work.

And Eric had already confirmed that what little remained of the Weapon X department was on their way once the device had turned on again. The idea was that the bear would draw them away, 'drop' the tracker somewhere hard to get to and they could get the jump on the soldiers to work their way up to the top of the crap heap, so to speak.

Until then, Logan and K stayed tucked away, out of sight, in the trees mostly as she showed him around her turf. He was starting to like watching her move through the trees, especially when she ditched the boots to go barefoot. Her uniform had taken a beating from the bear, and it was clear she did better barefoot in the trees than fighting with boots. He smirked as he watched her looking out into the darkness and reached over to slip his hand under the fabric of her uniform top from behind her, sliding his hand across her stomach under the cloth, and pulling her tightly to him with a smirk. She smiled to herself and leaned into him as he leaned on the tree trunk, the entire tree swaying gently in the breeze.

"Later, hot stuff. Don't need them catching us with our pants down," she whispered as he nipped at her ear, though he was nodding his head in agreement.

"Yeah, yeah. Just provin' you right. Can't keep my hands off," he teased with a grin before he let her lean away from him. She needed to get him somewhere better hidden where they could watch for soldiers. It wouldn't be long now.

It was still a couple hours before the two ferals watched the soldiers circle the swamp, their assault rifles were at the ready as they closed their circle. Their scanner picked up their signal on the tracking device as the men following it relayed their positions back to their base. "… tracking device hasn't moved for over two hours. We're closing in on her now. Fire at will when you see her. You can't trust this one."

Logan flipped the switch on the little hand held device that Forge had sent with them that killed all wireless communications for over a mile around them after he heard that message. "Can't trust her," he said, shaking his head. Logan took some pleasure in making it impossible for them to radio for back up.

K smirked at him and squeezed his thigh, nodding to her left where an arc of soldiers began to close in on the tracking device that had suddenly gone dead. The troops were on high alert, but not one of them was looking up in the trees. It simply wasn't the way that Logan worked, and they'd never tracked her like this before.

After the soldiers passed under them, the couple silently slipped down the tree, stalking forward to cut them down as they went. They slipped behind them as they split up, planning to meet on the opposite end of their circle. K passed the bear she'd wrestled with earlier as he snuck out of the swamp – their expected visitors must have gone directly through his 'bedroom'.

Logan and K worked in unison, dropping one soldier after another until they met the last two, who spotted each other as they closed the circle. "Why isn't anyone answering our radio calls? What happened?" one of them whispered to the other as they moved forward wide eyed.

"Don't worry about it. The boss said that happens up here sometimes. Something to do with some old military experiment they did up in these woods. Screws up all kinds of signals. Just shoot the hell out of her when we see her," the second replied. Clearly he was either more experienced, or just cocky.

Logan couldn't wait to get a hold of him.

"Aren't we supposed to give her a chance to surrender?" the younger one asked though that only got his partner to scoff.

"Why bother? Save yourself the trouble and shoot her. They said she'll heal anyhow."

At that, K lunged forward silently, then yanked his rifle from him and slashed his throat as his partner turned to watch him as he fell. His mouth dropped open in a horrified and silent scream as he fumbled to aim his gun at her. Before he could get anywhere close though, Logan took him down, slashing the rifle into pieces before he pinned him to the ground. K made sure his partner was facing him as he bled out, her foot on the side of his head before the soldier in Logan's grip looked up to see Wolverine glaring at him.

"What's the contingency?" Logan growled out to the young soldier petrified underneath him.

When the young man didn't answer, Logan and K locked gazes and she nodded once. A moment later, Logan put his fist under the man's chin, and popped one of the outer claws. "Contingency. Now," he growled out before slowly popping the second outer claw.

"Second wave! There's a second wave – they have dogs with them. They'll sweep one hour from when we lost our signal. Please, don't kill me!" the man nearly screamed out, too scared to move as Logan scented out if he was lying.

"Anything after that?"

"I …. I don't know. I'm new. Please. Please don't' kill me."

Logan carefully schooled the smirk and instead narrowed his eyes at the guy. "But if I let you go, you're bound to tell your superiors about us. And I can't have you hunting my wife anymore," Logan growled out low.

"Please – I won't bother another mutant for the rest of my life. I swear to you, please. I never liked this job." The man was shaking uncontrollably as Logan considered him carefully.

"You can go on one condition. If I ever scent you anywhere near any kind of military outfit or research lab or anything like it, I will gut you and let you bleed – you hear me boy?" Logan growled out low, and before Logan had even finished speaking, the young man was already agreeing, afraid to shake his head lest he cut his own throat. As Logan retracted his claws, he punched the guy squarely, smashing his nose and fracturing his cheekbones before he stood, leaving the unconscious man where he laid.

With a shared glance, the couple took back to the trees, moving back around to where the platoon had come in the first time, waiting to see if the next wave would do the same. First came the dogs, but Logan didn't worry about them. The handlers and the much larger second wave came next, easily double what it was the first time, flooding the forest as they fanned out. Which only meant it was time for the sneaky routine again. They repeated their performance, working in tandem until one of the dogs caught up with them.

The dog started out growling until Logan leveled with it and growled back, silencing the beast and causing him to tuck tail ad abandon his quest entirely, quietly whimpering as it left the chase entirely. "Seems the animal's smarter than his handlers," Logan whispered to K, who couldn't help but smirk at him. When they got down to the last of the second wave, they questioned their last guy as they had the first.

"No one knows what we're looking for – this is the first I've seen you, we're just hunting the device. That's what we were told to find," the soldier said, completely unrepentant. K watched him for a moment and in a bit of inspiration, or madness, she knelt next to her husband before tearing open the soldier's shirt. He had no tattoos, and was fairly hairy chested. She smirked then continued stripping him down to both men's confusion. When he was entirely nude, she had Logan flip him onto his stomach and popped one claw. As the guy was quietly panicking, she pulled out the second tracking device, then activated it before cutting a small incision and shoving the device up under the man's ribs near his spine. She then punched him in the throat and leaned in close as he gasped.

"Run. They're coming for you," she whispered as Logan couldn't help but smirk to himself. The man quickly realized what she'd done and panicked, unable to reach the tracker she'd lodged in his body. "Good luck explaining who you are," she said as she and Logan backed away, disappearing into the woods again. The once stalwart soldier was a frantic mess. He tried to call out for help, but the punch she'd landed was solid and he found himself without a voice. He ran like a mad man, crashing through the brush trying to shout out his squeaky commands as the couple found a perch nearby.

Logan and K watched from a safe distance as gunfire erupted and the soldier's own troops cut him down in a hail of bullets. When the gunfire died down, the troops quickly realized they were outclassed by the duo and after a fairly quick search, they simply retreated - shaken by the little trick that the ferals had used on them.

The next two weeks were more or less just like that as the two Howletts gradually worked their way up the ladder. And eventually, they found the offices of Professor Thornton and his associates. Nervous about that part of the job, K had taken an image inducer from the mansion before they left, and as she walked into his office for a low level secretarial position, she looked like a little curly haired redhead with heavy freckles. On her third day there,she let a Mr. Howlett in to see Thornton for a donation meeting.

She'd smirked as Logan walked past her - in a suit- and as soon as the doors to Thornton's office closed, K locked them and cut the power to that entire block of offices.

By the time Logan and K left the offices, Logan had finally after years of irritation and torment ended the bald headed, hook-armed little man. He'd been sure to wait this time until his heart had stopped before he took the extra step of liberating his head from his body. With K's help, they took apart the office, burning all the papers and files on everything from the Weapon X project. They kept only their own information to go over and then burn together later.

And now that the three worst perpetrators from the project were gone – the professor, Hines and Dr. Cornelius – the little couple headed back to Westchester to see who else was on the list.

When they returned, they were pleasantly surprised to find that Magneto had gone after a group in China and Scott had talked to his brother, Alex to make sure that X-Factor took on the Washington connection. Deadpool had begged to be let in too, and with the help of X-Force, he took care of Russia. The Avengers stepped out of SHIELD jurisdiction and took out the knowledgeable parties in Madripoor and North Korea with Cap at the helm while Iron Man weeded out where SHIELD was associated and began altering files. All to the Logan and K's complete shock.

Suddenly, SHIELD's records of the on paper success of the project was now showing as completely infeasible and dangerous to the general public if implemented. There was little left now but to sit back and wait.

Which was, for once, a welcome change for the the little Howlett family.

"I don't suppose you'd let me make you and your little family dinner?" K offered as she took James from Scott. "Least I can do for all the work you've been up to while we've been gone."

Scott smirked at that. "I think with all the work you two have been doing, we'd be smart just to order out. If you want to spend some time with the kids, Jean and I will pick it up."

K smirked and turned to Logan, who could only nod his agreement. "Can't believe I'm sayin' it - but that sounds like the best damn plan you've come up with yet, Slim."