Summery: Our three companions examine were they have been and were they are going. Comments: This wasn't meant to be a series but you asked for more and so there will be more. Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, they escaped out of Marvel's yard and just wandered into my.

Thoughts

Logan pulled into the parking lot behind the Detroit hotel; he didn't need to be there but had decided on the side tripe as he was driving by. He was enjoying the company too much to want the trip to end, part of him didn't want to share the little girls with the others. The trio piled into the room and Logan, intent on getting some sleep did not register the fear that the girls were giving off. He crawled into the lone bed and went to sleep.

Logan woke in the middle of the night; a whimper from one of the girls jerked him into conciseness. Getting up he realized that he was alone in the big bed and the girls were curled up on the couch together. He could kick himself for being so stupid. Of course they would be too scared to be in a bed alone with him after what they had been through. His mind drifted back to Chicago and he had to beat down the rage that swelled inside him. They hadn't talked to him about it and part of him was scared that if they did he wouldn't know what to say. He didn't think they had talked to each other, but then they would probably want to avoid dealing with it. Someday they would have to. He wouldn't be the right one though. The Prof. or Jean, telepaths would know what to say. Or perhaps Storm. Between Sabretooth and growing up on the streets, she knew what they were going through. Jean would be able to sympathize, but she had never been hurt; not like this, never this deep.

Kit moaned in her sleep, the inaudible word tugged at his heart. Fear rolled off her and Logan wanted to kill someone, anyone. He wanted to make the world right for them. He didn't know how. The feeling they aroused in him were so new, he didn't know how to express them. It had been so long since he had cared about anything outside of himself. Since Chicago he had tried to remember if he had ever felt like this before but he keep coming up with blanks. In his heart he knew that had cared about others before Weapon X, but he had lost that. Gingerly he transferred both girls to the big bed.

Jub, his little toughie. The China-Doll he tagged her as when he first met her didn't fit. She was more like one of them Terracotta Worriers that he had read about in an old National Geographic. Fierce to look at but so very fragile. He worried about her the most. She was strong, but she was too much like him and bottled things up. That would eat her up if she didn't let it out. He looked down at Kit, his sweet little Kitten. He knew that she would be fine. When she started to talk she would heal.

He stretched out on the lumpy sofa, not to sleep though. Instead he stayed awake to chase away any demons that might come and visit his little darlings.

Kit stared out the window of the beat-up truck. It was raining out side, not hard but a steady drizzle. It made the world outside look cold and dark. Jub sat in the middle next to Logan.

She always seamed to be between them, it was like Jub was protecting her. She didn't think he'd hurt them, he protected them in Chicago, but still Jub buffered herself in between. It made Kit feel safer.

Buffered. Mom would be proud of me using old words correctly. The thought of her mother depressed her. Part of her wanted her mom; another part of her was angry that she had let all these bad things happen.

Today was her birthday. It didn't fell like it was suppose to. It wasn't a happy day. Her two companions were oblivious to what today was. Instead Jub chattered nonstop about when she use to live in a shopping mall, surprisingly Logan listened attentively to her stories about her constant war with the security guards. Kit focused her attention on the scenery outside the window.

Closing her eyes she imagined what today was suppose to be like.

Firstly, the sun would be out because it was suppose to be a happy day and the weather should not interfere with the party. All her family would be there, her parent's business associates and their friends would also be there. Never mind what Kit wanted, the party was more for her parents then it was for her. None of her friends form school would be there because they were not the right type of people and her mother believed that Kit should not associate with her school friends outside of class.

Her mother would have made the day perfect. The weather would have been perfect so that they could go out in her mother's perfect garden. Her parents perfect family and friends would come over and complement her mother on her perfect house. Her mother never got her hands dirty in the garden, which was what the gardener was for. Still she would accept the compliments because she was perfect. Mother had prided herself on her perfection.

Kit would be expected to be perfect. Her other friends were the center of attention on their birthdays and Kit would be ignored. She hated her mother's birthday parties. Before everything had fallen apart she had asked for a dance, she knew the answer before she asked. Dances were for gentiles.

The best part of the day would be Kat. Kat's mom told her once that she believed that her and her daughter were identical twins in a former life. They did everything together, when Kit could escape her mother. Both girls had the same name but in everything else they were opposites. Kit looked over at Jub; the two were a lot alike. Of course Kat wasn't as tough as Jub but she was almost as bad. Kat was allowed to do everything that Kit wasn't. Kit's mother hated Kat.

Later when her mother's perfect party ended Kit would sneak out and celebrate with Kat. She was the only one that had accepted Kit when she fell through her bedroom floor. She helped Kit when she got kicked out.

"You ok Darlin', your all quite over there?"

"Yea," Kit smiled at her new family. It wasn't perfect but already it was better then her last one.

Jubilee hugged her legs and shivered it was late and cold outside. She had slipped out of the hotel room and purposely got lost. She sat down in the parking lot and blinked away the tears. She had a secret; she was scared and didn't want the other to know. By tomorrow they would be in Winchester. She didn't want to go there. It sounded like a nice place, too nice. They wouldn't like her. No one did. None of her foster parents liked her; they kept her for the money. And would hit her and touch her and toss her out. And then say she ran away and she would be sent back. This Xavier would be the same way. She hugged her legs closer. She wondered how long it would be until the touching started, it usually happened inside a month.

Her thoughts turned to Kit. Kit was warming up to Logan. Jub should probably leave now, before they got to close to the psychic. It sounded like there were only two other women that lived there and a lot of guys. That terrified her. There would be to many of them. She wasn't sure if she would be able to protect Kit. Kit might not want to come with her either.

Well she would follow the golden rule, look out for herself first. At the same time she knew that Kit couldn't take care of herself; when she found her, the dumb kid hadn't eaten in days and didn't even know how to get food. Jub had adopted her. Now it looked as if she was forgetting about everything Jub had taught her; she was beginning to trust a man. Jub decided it was best if she steeled herself for the cut that was coming. Kit would abandon her and Logan would betray her and this new place would be just like everywhere else.

"Hey Darlin'" she didn't know that she had been watched. "You want to talk?" Logan asked in a soft voice. She shook her head. Logan could smell her fear and wanted to reassure her. "Its going to be ok, you know. I'm never going to hurt either of you."

"I know," and deep down she did know. She knew that they were meant to be a family.

"Its ok to be scared but you can't let you fear win." He held her as she cried. He picked her up and carried her back to the room.