Logan and K had not expected to find the near pandemonium that was going on in the Summers' suite. Scott was laid out with one leg wrapped tightly, and Chance wasn't too far from Scott in the same situation, though he had his ankle wrapped instead of his knee.

"Look!" Chance called out when he saw Logan and K. "My Dad and I are the same! It's the same leg! Look! And we got it fighting the same creep! And Elin stabbed him."

Both of them glanced over to Elin, though K was the one to open her arms to her and pull Elin into a tight hug. "How did you stab him?" she asked.

"She used her wakizashi!" Chance told them, miming the motion. "But the bad guy hit her really hard and she couldn't get him again."

Logan turned toward Scott, but when he saw how frustrated Scott was with the whole thing, he figured he'd look into it later. "Kurt has some news for you beyond Azazel biting the big one. But I'll leave it to him to fill you in," Logan told him as he spotted the sword that Elin had used and picked it up, frowning at the blood still on the blade.

"I'm sorry I got blood in your room," Elin said quietly, peeking out from her mother's side.

But Scott was quick to shake his head. "No, you did exactly what you've been learning to do," he said. "Any bad guys who come after you kids …" He trailed off and looked mad for a moment. "I don't care about the blood, Elin. I promise."

"Even though you and Chance got hurt?" she asked. "Because I don't think I did it right."

"I'm okay, Elin!" Chance promised. "Hank said it's not broken, just twisted and swollen."

"And that particular bad guy," Scott said slowly, then paused. "Even some of the adults on the team wouldn't have been able to get in a solid hit like you did. You did good."

She stepped away from K to make her way over to Scott and give him a tight hug. "I'm glad you're going to be okay," she told him.

"Me too," Scott whispered back and kissed her cheek.

"Talk to you in the morning," K told Scott as she took James' hand and Elin returned to her side as the three of them headed toward their room, and Logan took a moment to gather up what he needed to clean the blood off of the little sword before he went to bed.

When K got down to their room, both Elin and James wanted to stay close, and by the time Logan got there after having cleaned the sword and burned the cloth he'd cleaned it with and put the wakizashi back on the stand where he kept them, both little ones were curled up next to K and sleeping soundly. "Room for one more," K told him, shifting her arm so that James' head tipped back onto the pillow instead of her arm.

"I'm sleeping in tomorrow," Logan told her. "I've had enough of all this crap, and I'm not gonna move until noon."

She smirked up at him , brushing James' hair out of his face as Elin turned into Logan's chest once he laid down. "I'm sure Scott won't argue with you on it," she told him. "Even if we missed a good story."

Tyler came in the next morning from Chicago after Hank had called him to let him know everything that had happened. In particular, he wanted to get a good look at Elin and Chance, since both of them had been hit when Azazel came through the mansion, and it was simply easier for the kids to see him and not have to worry about being bandaged up for too long — so they could move on to getting banged up for things like playing too hard instead of dealing with supervillains.

He grabbed some breakfast first before he headed up to the Howletts, figuring he would check on Elin before he got to both of the injured Summerses. He was a bit surprised to find when he knocked that the group of them were all still curled up when they were usually the ones to get up before everyone else.

"You want me to come back?" Tyler asked, pausing in the doorway.

"Nah, come on in," Logan called out. "Kind of pinned down."

Tyler smirked as he made his way over to see all the kids tucked in around Logan and K. "Yeah, I see that."

"You see Scott yet?" Logan asked, pushing his way to a more upright position.

"No, I figured I'd come here first," Tyler said. "Since I've got two patients up that way instead of just the one here." He tipped his head to the side and frowned slightly at Elin. "Just gonna make sure nothing got knocked around."

"Come on, then," Logan told him, though Elin was watching him warily.

"Don't worry; I won't force-feed you Twinkies," Tyler promised with a smile as he offered her his hand to sit down for a short scan that took a little longer than he'd expected. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment before he glanced up at Logan and then shook his head. "Not a thing wrong with her," he said, then gave Elin a small smile. "You're one lucky girl."

"That's kind of what we figured," Logan said, shaking his head with a sigh. "Not a mark on her — and I know Azazel hit her hard."

Tyler nodded. "Yeah, it took me a little longer. Fighting the current." He glanced back to Elin and smiled a little broader. "But hey, you can come with me to the Summerses if you want."

"I don't want to say anything to them," Elin told him quietly.

"That's fine," Tyler said. "You don't have to, but I was thinking maybe you could keep Chance company while I fix up his ankle?" He grinned. "He'll need more help than you."

She looked up at Logan, who nodded and gave her a quick kiss before she slid out of bed and pointed a finger at Tyler. "I need to change. You wait here."

"Yes ma'am," Tyler said, making a show of sitting a bit more heavily to make sure she knew he wasn't going anywhere.

"She's a little worried about hurting Chance's feelings," K explained. "He wants abilities so badly, and everyone around him is getting them."

"Ah," Tyler said, nodding slowly. "Yeah, Rachel said it's been a little rough on both Summers twins, honestly."

"It's not like it's a surprise," Logan pointed out as he finally got himself upright.

"It was to him," Tyler pointed out.

"Yeah, but it doesn't make sense for her to hide it," he argued. "They already know she has claws."

"Since when do kids make sense?" Tyler shrugged. "Tris has been telling everyone that he's going to grow up to be a merman. They get weird ideas sometimes."

"No kidding. I just don't want her thinking she needs to hide it," Logan replied before he disappeared into the next room.

"We'll meet everyone downstairs," K told Tyler. "I'll have coffee ready by the time the Summerses get out of their room."

"Might take a bit," Tyler said. "Chance has a story to tell."

"And I'm sure he'll be tickled to tell you all about it as he gets a piggyback ride downstairs."

At that, Tyler grinned, and it wasn't more than a moment later that Elin poked her head out of her room, dressed for the day. "What do you think: should we go give the guys a hard time or do you think they need coddling?" he teased.

Elin looked over at her father as he came back out, ready to go too, and smirked. "Probably the second one."

"Yeah, us boys need the extra help," Tyler agreed as he stood up and offered Elin his hand if she wanted it as they headed out to go get the Summers boys.

She took his hand and waved at her parents as she and Tyler headed down toward the Summers' suite, where Chance was doing his best to mirror Scott — and was still tickled that they sported injuries on the same leg.

"Hi," Elin said quietly as a little blush rushed over her cheeks.

Chance grinned at her and waved her over. "Did Ty already look at you?" he asked. "Did you tell him all about how you stabbed a bad guy, because that was so cool."

Tyler was smirking as he sat down by Chance. "No, I didn't get to hear that part."

"Well, it was amazing," Chance insisted. "Elin's so smart, and so brave!"

"I didn't do it right," Elin whispered so that only Tyler could hear her.

Tyler frowned her way and shook his head lightly. "I bet it was really scary," he said, addressing both kids at once. "I know the first time I met a supervillain face-to-face, I was pretty terrified."

"Well, Elin got him in the side real good," Chance said, his eyes shining with admiration as he grinned over at Elin. "I don't even know how she thought to bring her sword — I guess it's 'cause she's so smart. And then I kicked him and broke his nose — CRUNCH!" He illustrated his point by slamming a fist down on his hand. "Not as cool as Elin, but … I didn't have my sword."

"I snuck out and got my sword," Elin said again, at a whisper.

"I'm glad you did," Chance said. "It was really smart."

"Ah, lovely," Hank said as he both knocked and let himself into the room. "I have the X-rays already," he told Tyler. "For both of them. Nothing broken on young Chance, thankfully."

"But I still get to get fixed up, right? Like Gerry and Elin? Even if it's not broken?" Chance asked, looking almost alarmed at the thought of not getting healed up.

"Oh yeah; if it's not broken, it's probably a sprain," Tyler told him. "And we can't have you not running around leading the charge, right?"

"Right," Chance said, grinning happily and nodding.

Elin made her way over to sit next to him, though she was sitting on her hands and trying not to get in the way as Tyler came over and took Chance's ankle off of the pillow he had it propped up on. "This shouldn't take too long, but it'll feel funny," Tyler told him.

"Don't worry," Chance said in a consoling tone. "I'm plenty big. I'm not scared 'cause I've seen you do it lots of times."

Tyler gave him a crooked sort of smile as he shook his head and got to work, though since it wasn't too serious, it really didn't take much time at all before he let out his breath and looked up at Chance. "Be careful next time you kick a bad guy in the face, alright?"

Chance grinned at him. "You got it!" he promised before he hopped down to try out his new ankle, still grinning delightedly.

"Now, the more senior Mr. Summers will be a bit more tricky, I'm afraid," Hank said as he handed over the first of the scans.

Chance leaned over to Elin while Tyler was looking over the data. "That means it's gonna take longer. D'you wanna go play while we wait?" he asked. "I wanna try running on my new foot."

"Maybe," she said, shrugging lightly. "I'm kinda hungry, and Mom was going down to start breakfast stuff."

"Oh, okay, we can do that too," Chance said, nodding quickly and offering Elin his hand. "Let's go get Krissy too. I think she needs her friends."

"Is that okay?" Elin asked, looking toward Annie, since Scott was answering questions with the two doctors.

Annie smiled and nodded. "I think it's a great idea. I'll bet Krissy would love to see you both."

"Thanks, Mom!" Chance called over his shoulder, grabbing Elin by the hand as the two of them headed down the hall to the Wagners' suite.

"So, it looks like an easy enough fix," Tyler told Scott once the kids were gone.

"Comparatively," Hank added before he went into a very detailed description of exactly what had happened when Scott was injured — and how long it should take for him to bounce back if he'd been planning on healing the old-fashioned way. "But I doubt you'd be able to handle several months off," Hank chuckled.

Scott looked unamused at the whole situation he'd found himself in. "Yeah, no." He shook his head and looked toward Tyler. "Thanks for coming down."

"Really, I'm surprised we don't have a more regular need for me to be here," Tyler teased before he got comfortable to start the more extensive healing process. "Did you want painkillers?"

But Scott shook his head. "I'm fine."

"Alright, last call," Tyler said quietly, though he knew there was no chance Scott would even consider it. He shook his head and simply began, taking extra care to make sure that all of the tendons and ligaments were going where they should and that his knee was pulling itself together and staying on track, though he found himself frowning when he was very nearly done.

He concentrated harder and tried to see if he could reverse some of the other problems he was finding that had nothing to do with the new injury, and though he did make a little headway, he did not want to have to confirm what Hank had already suspected.

"Alright," Tyler said as he let his breath out all at once. "I fixed everything that was fixable. But … you're going to have some trouble down the road."

Scott raised an eyebrow. "What, did he do something you can't fix? That's a first."

"No, no he didn't do anything that I didn't already fix, but this … was going on before that happened," Tyler told him. "I can't … undo all of the effects of the natural aging process. And you have beat the hell out of your body."

"It comes with the territory," Scott said with a shrug, already moving to get up and going again.

"If it starts to hurt or lock up, I'll give you a few things to take," Hank promised.

"I'm fine, Hank," Scott said.

"You're not fine," Hank countered. "You're showing signs of… joint issues."

"Hasn't slowed me down," Scott pointed out. "It's not bad, anyway."

"Not yet, but it will get that way," Hank replied.

Annie looked between the three men for a moment before she rolled her eyes and let out a scoff. "Oh, for crying out loud. It's arthritis. It's not like he's got a terminal brain whatever. It's not the end of the world, and you two ninnies are going about like you're trying to tell him he's got a month to live. You're supposed to be X-Men!"

"Right, well. That's harder to do ... " Hank cleared his throat. "We'll keep an eye on matters."

"And so will I," she promised, which had Scott going from slightly amused by her outburst to looking distinctly annoyed by the situation again.

"It's fine," Scott said, waving all three of them off. "It's not an issue right now, so we'll cross that bridge later," he added, headed for the door. "Thanks for putting the knee back together, Tyler."

"Anytime," Tyler told him. "Did you guys need anything else? Any other injuries?"

"Why don't you stay for breakfast?" Annie said, resting a hand on his arm with a smile. "You don't have to be working all the time when you come by."

"Oh, I was going to do that much anyhow, I just don't want to get sidetracked if anyone else is hurting," Tyler said with a little shrug before he looked over at Charlie. "What about you? Did you start any fights?"

Charlie shook her head. "No," she said. "I don't start fights."

"Nope, you stop them before they start," he agreed with a grin.

She shrugged. "Well, I can tell when people are getting madder," she explained. "And I've been learning how to not let that make me mad too."

"Oh yeah? I didn't know Rachel was willing to share that little tidbit," he teased.

She giggled and shook her head. "No. Rachel's trying to show me how to turn it off. We're not really working on the rest of it. And Remy shows me how to tell the difference in emotions, 'cause some of them are really similar." She leaned forward. "And Logan showed me how to meditate so I can find me."

"He showed me how to meditate too," Tyler told her quietly. "Did he ever take you down to the pond?"

She nodded. "That's where we started before it got freezing cold," she said. "He let me follow him so he could show me how to find the calm."

"That would have been nice," Tyler told her. "It took a while for me to learn that, but while I learned, it still felt pretty good after the time was up."

She nodded happily. "I'm really glad he showed me," she said. "Especially because yesterday, everyone was so scared, and I don't think I would have been okay if I didn't know what to do."

"Just don't try to tell him what to do too much," Tyler told her with a smirk. "He pushed me in the pond once."

She stared at him open-mouthed and then burst into giggles. "That's because you're a boy," she decided. "I tell him how things are all the time."

"No, it's because I tried to tell him he was wrong and he got mad."

She shook her head. "No, I tell him he's wrong plenty. He just knows he can't lie to me because I know it."

"I don't think he thought he was lying," Tyler told her. "But he was wrong."

Charlie laughed again and patted Tyler's arm. "He's wrong more than he thinks he is. So it's probably okay to get thrown in the lake if it means he hears it."

"He didn't," Tyler said. "And I got him in too."

"Well, I don't think I can do that," Charlie giggled. "He's too heavy."

Annie shook her head at the pair of them before she put her hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Come on, let's catch up to your dad and your brother before they take all of the good pancakes."