I've started to have regular sessions with professor and I'm feeling much better. I'm back in classes and hope to have my life sorted out soon. I laugh but I still don't feel it. I do it mostly for the sake of my friends. They do worry for me.

I realized I was thinking to seriously and people had worried looks on there faces. "Ah'm sorry. Ah got lost in thought again. Ya know, Lost in thought, Unfamilar territory." I flashed a smile that would have fooled any one. Ok so maybe not the psycics but everyone else would be fooled.

I some times see Gambit around and about. I guess he knows I'm not ready to talk to him.

I'm still not sure what part he played in the condition I've found my self in. Professor doesn't want to reveil what his part was. "Too much animosity exhists between you already and I don't want to agrivate it more. Remy is a member of this team and you two will get along eventually." Professor says we need to start on my anger management. He doesn't want my anger toward Gambit to affect our ability to work as a team one day. I guess he's right.

"Hey Logan!" I get up from the picnic table we were at to catch up to him. "Whach ya doin'?"

"I am going to the garage to work on my bike. Ya wanna come, kid?"

"Sure. Love ta."

Logan knows just how to cheer me up sometimes. We spent most of the afternoon working on replacing the transmission. He said it would improve the quality of the bike. He also said that Cykes probably screwed it up any way. Did a shitty job of puting it together and all. That's why it needed to be replaced.

We both knew that wasn't true. Scott is an excellent mechanic. And the real reason it needed to be replaced was that Logan liked to drive hard. He wears out parts like a construction worker wears out jeans.

When we were done. Logan drove us out into the country. I love the speed. Plus I feel safe with Logan.

When we got home, I told Logan I would clean up. He had a meeting with proffessor so he agreed. I figured while I was at it I should check the oil. I couldn't remember that last time we did that. I topped it off and started to clean up the bike and the mess we made working.

"Gambit sorry chere. Didn't know you was 'ere. Gambit'll go." I didn't even hear him come it.

I took a deep breath. Work on your anger. He's a good guy now. Work on your fear. Your safe here. Work on speaking.

"No. Ya can stay. It won't bug me none." I hope he isn't good at catching lies.

"Gambit real sorry chere. He didn't know what dey want."

"Forget it. Ah already have thanks ta Professor. Ah rather not talk about it." I didn't raise my eyes. I didn't trust myself to look at him. If I did he might see the memories reflected in my eyes.

"So you like to work on de bikes?"

"yeah. Ah do."

"It a good bike. One o' Scott's?"

"Yeah, but Logan confinscated it long time ago." I smiled remembering him driving off on it. He was in search of something he would never find. But he always told me he found something better while on the road. He found out the school was a place he could always call home.

"When Gambit left, dinner was 'bout done. You want ta eat chere?"

"Sure." I dropped the rag on the tool box and stood up. Gambit offered an arm for escort. I only hesitated for a minute before I accepted his offer.

Since I was about to become a member of the team, I often ate dinner in the kitchen with the rest of the team. I took my place between Scott and Logan. I guess I like to live dangerously. Sitting between those two is like sitting between two charging armies.

That day I got a questioning look from just about everyone but no one asked. Mentally I called to Xaviar.

'Ah'm working on the whole trust issue. Ah'm trying to get comfortable around him.'

'I'm proud of you for taking the inititive. We will talk more tonight in my study if you please.'

"Chere. Can you pass da potatoes?"

"Sure"