Not a lot of action here, just a filler chapter with some more character bonding, and of course with Amara and Logan, some choice words with a little bit of a bite to them. I'm aware that the amount of swearing I put into this story is like, completely ridiculous, but keep in mind I always figured Logan had a serious potty mouth, and seeing as how Amara's been in prison for the majority of her life, of course the lingo there would integrate itself into her vocab. So here's another fun- filled chapter! Read and Review please, and awaaaay we gooooo!

Amara

"Well, it seems your injuries are fully healed, Amara. You're free to go."

Amara smiled at Hank, and took his hand as he helped her down from the examination table.

After waking up, Amara had spent only another hour in Hank's bed before she demanded to be brought back into the medical bay. She didn't give a reason as to why she wanted to move, and she expertly hid her disgust when she pulled a long blue hair from her clothes. She was still a little shaken from her ordeal, and could not stop apologizing when Hank had to get his room pumped after all of the ice melted. After Ororo had, although very politely, put her ass in her place, it was like the flood gates had opened and Amara just could not contain herself. Every medical item and term was questioned, every diagnostic demanded an explanation, and she wondered at the patience her blue doctor had. At every outburst he simply smiled and provided an answer in the simplest yet non offending form, and Amara was beginning to see beyond the blue fur into the man beneath it.

She really liked him. He was kind and though he was massive in size, he was surprisingly gentle and caring. He understood her need for space to adjust to her surroundings, but seemed to know when to be there to provide comfort for her when she needed it the most. Though she could tell that he wanted to ask her about her nightmare, he didn't pry, and Amara respected him for that.

She spent two days in the infirmary. This irked her to no end, she felt fine, and Amara would rather be walking around investigating her new home rather than stay confined to a metal cot, or her future coffin as she fondly called it. She gave it one last look of disdain before she focused on Hank once again.

"I'm free? So do I get a lollipop and a sticker telling me what a goddman awesome kid I am?" She smirked.

Hank chuckled and shook his head. "Unfortunately no, not a necessity."

Amara sucked her teeth and frowned, "Get your shit together, Hank. I expect more from you."

He mocked a salute and shouted "Right away Cap!"

"At ease, soldier."

They both turned with wide smiles as Ororo strode into the room. There were really no words to describe how close Amara had gotten to the woman in such a short time frame. Though she still did not feel comfortable sharing her past with anyone, she knew she could if she needed to. Even though Hank had been nothing but polite and accommodating, he did have other obligations within the mansion, and when he was called away Ororo would come to keep her company. At first Amara was suspicious, thought they just didn't trust her to be on her own. But she quickly realized this was not the case. Ororo was intrigued with her, and really wanted to lay her doubts to rest. She didn't press Amara for any information, much like Hank, and instead shared her story in depth to the newcomer. Hearing the struggles and challenges Ororo had went through in life had given Amara a window to see into the goddess. She had been witness to horrors much like Amara had, and they had bonded quickly. Of course, they also came from the same area, Cairo, Egypt, and they traded stories and laughed at memories frequently. Amara considered her a friend, and was always looking forward to her company.

"Sup 'Rory? You hear to make sure I don't make a break for it?"

Ororo smiled at the nickname and replied, "Of course not, just figured you'd like a tour of the facilities so that I don't have to hear you scream late at night when you get lost."

Amara laughed and answered, "Appreciate that. Well, Hank, it's been real and all, but I gotta go. If I don't get some sun on my skin soon, I'll be the color of 'Roro's hair."

Hank guffawed and stared at her dubiously, "If I didn't already know of your great sense of humor I would have easily given you a lecture on how that is not scientifically possible seeing as the melanin in your skin-"

"Hank."

He stopped mid sentence and tilted his head at Ororo's interruption.

"Man, fuck going pale, I think if I stay here another minute, I'll suffer a worst punishment."

The couple turned to Amara, raising an eyebrow in question.

"I'll start sounding like Hank." She mock shuddered and Hank scowled. "You know I'm just playing with you. Catch you on the flip side, homie."

She made a fist and went for a pound. Hank simply stood with his arms to his side, giving her a look of confusion.

"Goddamnit Hank! You need to get out more." Amara settled for a quick pat on the shoulder and hurried to the door, jumping in anticipation of being free. Ororo gave Hank a humoring smile and a quick kiss on the cheek before running after her quarry, hoping to catch her before she meandered too far.

"Amara not down there- no not in there either- would just slow down for a second?"

Logan

Logan threw a quick jab and smiled as he landed his mark. He broke the man's neck and went on the defensive, waiting for the next attack. He quickly ducked out of the way and seconds later a loud blast shook the ground. He crouched behind a crushed car, relying on his senses to see if the robot had found him yet. All around him fire and smoke blocked his vision, and he could no longer hear the screams or see the retreating forms of the people of the town. Buildings were crumbling and the ground was littered with shards of metal and craters from the lasers the robot shot. Of course, fighting just a robot wouldn't be enough of challenge, there also had to be a few dozen highly trained operatives that he had to take out as well. His ears perked up and he jumped just in time to avoid being crushed by a large metallic foot. He unsheathed his claws and began scaling it, hacking and slashing his way up the giant until he reached its neck. The robot raised both arms, trying to grasp the Wolverine as he had begun destroying the main circuit. It was too late, and with a final cut, the light shining through its eyes dulled, and all movement stopped.

"Program terminated."

Logan jumped from the robots shoulders and landed with an umph on the hard metal floor of the Danger Room. Though things were relatively peaceful after Alcatraz, Logan knew it was only a matter of time before a new threat loomed on the horizon, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be prepared for it. He had increased the difficulty on his sessions recently, and even though he always managed to beat them, he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt like hell.

He cracked his neck and took stock of his injuries. He tested his shoulder and was pleased to see it was already working properly after an early shot from the giant had thrown him into a building hard, dislocating it. He felt the scorched flesh on his chest healing slowly, and he gently picked at the dried blood on his knuckles. Whether it was his or someone else's, he didn't know nor cared. He smiled to himself as he exited the room and headed towards the locker room. All I want right now is a nice cold beer an' a cigar, he thought.

He heard footsteps as he exited the room, and figured Ororo was coming for a quick session of kicking ass. He readied a smart ass remark but stopped as he heard a different voice call out, "It smells like wet dog down here."

A woman rounded the corner and stopped in her tracks. She scrunched her nose as she sized Logan up. After a moment she made a show of pinching her nostrils shut and leered at him, stating maliciously, "Oh. Well the smell makes sense now. Didn't know they let fucking animals run wild in here."

Logan gritted his teeth and balled up his fists. Amara. This woman was trying his patience beyond belief. He could swear she thrived off of antagonizing him. Part of him knew it was just an act, whatever he had done to her she wanted revenge for, and though she had promised Ororo she would allow them to help her control her powers without resistance, that didn't mean she had to tolerate him.

Which in turn meant he didn't have to take her shit either.

"Yeah well I didn't know they let in gorramn strays either, yet here ya are."

She scowled and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Tell me, how often do they have to spray your room for fleas?"

"'Bout as often as they havta check their pockets when they visit ya."

Her nostrils flared in anger and she got in his face lightning fast.

"You shut your fucking mouth," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Ya gonna make meh?" He snarled back, revealing his canines.

"Hell yeah." Her eyes changed to green and he could see light begin to shine through the tatters in her sleeves and near her feet. His knuckles itched to release his claws and his body tensed. To hell with being understanding; this woman needed to be knocked on her ass a few times, and he was more than glad to be the one to do it.

They both heard frantic footsteps coming from down the hallway and they both took a quick step back. Amara's eyes changed back to normal, and the white light that was gleaming from her arms and legs died down. Logan relaxed his stance and unclenched his fists just in time as Ororo came barreling around the corner.

"There you are! I'm lucky I keep in shape or I'd be hard pressed to catch up with you." She paused as she took in the scene of the two people in front of her. There were a good couple of feet between the two and yet she felt the animosity in the air like it had slapped her in the face. Though both attempted to act casual in her presence, but she could tell they were tense, and it didn't help they couldn't stop starring daggers at each other. Shit, I'm gonna hear 'bout this later, Logan thought, inwardly sighing to himself.

Amara was the first to compose herself, quickly transforming her face from one of hate to one of humor as she replied, "Sorry, I was just so excited of fucking being out of that place I guess I got a little carried away. By all means, lead away almighty tour guide." She bowed and gestured in a large sweep in front of her for Ororo to pass her.

Ororo hesitated for a moment, looking between the two of them, her eyes lingering on Logan a second longer than necessary. Logan got the message loud and clear: When I'm done, find me. We need to talk. He sighed and nodded slightly. With that Ororo strode past the two and led Amara towards the Danger Room, saying, "The older mutants here are part of a group we call the X-men. We train as often as possible, and to be ready for every case scenario we have a room that can create any simulation you could possibly think of…"

Amara didn't move to follow her right away. Instead she again got in Logan's face and leaned over so that her mouth was inches from his ear.

"This shit isn't over. When no one's around, I'm gonna wipe the floor with your ass."

She shouldered past him as he growled, "I'd like to see ya try."

Logan waited a few moments after she left to calm himself down. He didn't know why he let her get to him so easily. He had been at the X- Mansion for a long time, and he honestly thought he had a better handle on his temper. Then this woman shows up and within days he feels all his progress has been reversed. And it didn't help that he found her so goddamn attractive. What's a man to do when a beautiful woman's temper is a serious turn on? Deny the feeling and be on the defensive. At least that's what he's been trying to do, but he didn't know how much longer that would last. Maybe a cold shower would cool meh down, he surmised. He heard Ororo's voice drone on in the background, and he turned to go to the locker rooms.

"I really, REALLY, could use that beer…"