Bridget Connell was up long before the klaxon sounded, granted only because she wanted to avoid her family. Sean had already disappeared, god knows where. She guessed on the ship there was no reason to be alarmed. She quietly snuck out without waking the other members of her family, There was her Uncle Porrig, his younger sister Aislinn, and his younger brother Van. She despised Van more than Porrig. Van wasn't Porrig's real brother he'd taken him in one day from outside a bar no one really knew why being that he wasn't fond of outsiders. She'd remembered her father hadn't been too happy about that. Bridget was less happy about him, and refused to be alone with him, he was a very grabby sort of person, especially after a few drinks. Though he never seemed to be too drunk, she just thought he used the alcohol as an excuse.

As she eased the door shut she slipped down the hallway catching a glimpse of Pern on one of the screens. She was actually excited, her family was to be dropped today, though she wasn't at all excited, that her family was going to be with her. Her only two friends, were two out of only four mutants (including herself) on the ship, were also joining her. Drake Bonneau was to be their pilot. Though there was one other thing that concerned her, she was terrified of flying. Something the size of the Yokohama, wasn't too bad, it was almost like land except she weighted less, but landing would be harsh. Her people weren't used to it.

As she suspected she found Logan with his feet propped up sitting idly in the garden, which to her was just a giant green house. He'd found a bottle of liquor somewhere and was drinking it out of the bottle.

"Your awake early…" he noted without turning to face her.

"How do you do that?" Bridget demanded, "I can sneak up on anyone else…"

"Its just part of the mutation darlin" he shrugged, "Which brings me to the question I been meaning to ask you…What exactly is yours?"

She smiled evenly, she figured in the garden would be as good of a place as any…better even. She moved in front of him, where several philodendrons grew up the side of a small tree. She turned her back to him, smiling back at him over her shoulder. Logan noticed her eyes took on an interesting sparkle, it was like metallic paint in a car, but it sparkled a blue-green color. She turned back toward the plants and Logan heard the dirt shifting when he stood up to see what it was he found a violet colored rose grew happily along side an orchid, and a Lily. The rose actually was wrapping itself around the Orchid, as was the Lily.

"I can grow anything…from flower sized Redwoods to Red wood sized Flowers…at least that's the theory I worked out, but I've only been able to grow smaller planets the size of a large Orange Tree…after that they die…I think I just need practice, or they just weren't meant to be that big… but I have made plenty of tiny trees…my only concern is I hear the soil saturated with Boron, I hope I'll be able to adapt them…" she muttered the last part mostly to herself.

Logan nodded a bit impressed at the thought of a giant rose, "You'll probably have some new plants to grow too…"

She shrugged almost wilting, "I just hope I can still grow the old ones, I'm kind of fond of orchids…"

"I'm sure you'll be fine Darlin" he told her putting a hand on her shoulder.

She smiled lightly, "So where's Blue?" A nickname she'd taken to calling Hank, she hadn't liked Beast, being that the man was nothing of the sort.

"Probably taking one last romp in the sheets with Betsy before we drop…" Logan chuckled.

She hadn't really known how to take Betsy she wasn't at all used to being around women. The one woman she had been around, wasn't too fond of her. Her and Aislinn had nearly came to blows several times and she was positive she could take out the girlie woman, despite her larger frame.

Bridget laughed at that as they walked out toward the shuttle they were taking down. Logan threw a glance behind him catching the eyes of a young boy hiding in the bushes. The boy glared and Logan just winked.

By the time the intercom sounded Logan and Bridget were already making their way to the shuttle bay. Her Uncle greeted her with a look of disproval at her current company. If Logan noticed he thankfully, didn't react. She'd noticed that he had an explosive temper that he was trying hard to control.

"Where's Sean?" Porrig demanded .

"I don't know he was awake 'fore I was, If I'd but known I was on babysitting duty, maybe I'd have kept better track of 'em…" she snapped immediately.

"I don't need any of your sass," he snapped back.

"But I've got plenty to give…" she replied sarcastically.

"If you weren't my brother's child…" Porrig growled in such a voice that made Logan tense up next to her, but it was Van who stepped between them.

"Come now…we're all family right…today should be a joyous occasion…something to drink to…new life and all that…no need to be cranky…" Van smiled with a hand on Porrig's shoulder and his other hand under Bridget's thick hair at the base of her neck, his thumb lightly caressing her.

Before she had the chance to pull away Hank and Betsy joined them. Hank put a friendly hand on Bridget's shoulder in essence forcing Van to drop his hand, all of them backing away from Hank in surprise.

"How are you fairing this morning young Ms. Connell?" he smiled warmly, but he'd immediately sensed the girl's discomfort.

"Just peachy…" muttered Bridget in response.

Betsy offered the girl a polite smile, which she returned . Sean ran into the shuttle bay as the four mutants went in and sat down. Porrig offered some terse words before they joined them in the back row. Bridget had ended up between Logan and Betsy which was much preferable to sitting anywhere near her family.

Logan noticed all of the gypsies were terrified, it made sense; they weren't used to flying. He glanced over with the intent on offering the girl some words of comfort; but when the shuttle began to move she let out a slew of curse words spoken in an unfamiliar language. But curse words were still easily identified.

"Gaelic…I'm impressed…" Hank commented.

Logan didn't bother saying much. If he had known what to tell her, it would still have done little good. Bridget's heart was racing and her breaths were quick and shallow. Logan simply offered her his hand which she quickly grabbed and squeezed.

"Hell of a grip," he commented.

"Comes from holding horses," she said breathily.

"Breathe slower or you'll pass out," he told her squeezing her hand in reassurance.

She didn't respond but she seemed to be making an effort to do just that. He heard her breath slow a bit, not much but it was better than nothing. He stroked her hand for comfort as one would a terrified cat. Her eyes were still clamped shut by the time they were actually on the ground, and she still hadn't moved. Luckily, being up front made them last to exit. By the time it was their turn Betsy tried to talk the girl from her seat.

"Sweet heart its okay…we've landed…" Betsy knelt down in front of her and unstrapped her from her seat then gently stroked her hair. Logan stood up and gently tugged her to her feet, which seemed to snap her out of it, but the smell of fear was still evident.

"What's wrong?" he asked her softly

"I don't like the fact that what I'm going to be stepping on isn't going to be earth…with my mutation you develop a special bond with your planet…" she muttered taking shaky steps down the exit ramp, "And I feel fat now…"

Logan flicked her playfully in the back of the head, though he knew she was making a reference to the fact that they were back at full gravity, as compared to the half gravity of the Yokohama. Logan took a deep breath of the fresh air, he'd never smelled anything so pure and clean. The bushes had an odd bluish tinge to them and the leaves were strangely shaped, like something out of Scott's Geometry class drawn by a three year old. The grass was close to that of earth's but he could tell the difference.

"Come on…" Porrig's voice snapped Logan out of examining his new surroundings.

Logan suppressed a snarl as Bridget's Uncle pulled her off the ramp.

"Dontcha think we've waited long enough," Her Aunt Aislinn said in a calmly patronizing tone.

"No one said you had to wait for me, If I want to find you I'll just follow the smell of fish…" she replied in sickeningly sweet tone that boldly screamed 'Fuck You' as she pulled her arm away from her Uncle.

Betsy suppressed laughter at that, she was about to offer some words to try to diffuse the situation. When Porrig reacted. He roughly grabbed Bridget's arm again and pulled her back to him. Her Aunt Aislinn stood staring with a rather shocked looking face; appalled that the girl would make such a comment.

"You won't talk to M'sister that way, or I swear to god child I'll put you in your place and keep ya in it," He hissed in a low voice that was only meant for her to hear.

Betsy being a telepath knew exactly what was said and both Hank and Logan , had hearing that was superior to a normal person's. Betsy saw Hank move first but she realized that was to grab Logan whose hands had balled up into fists automatically. Logan pulled roughly from Hank's grip relaxing his hand, but nonetheless he approached Porrig calmly.

Logan lowered his voice so low that Porrig could barely hear him, that was partly due to the fact that his words came out almost like a growl, "Keep your hands off the girl, or I'm gonna put you in yours."

"You should really stay out of family affairs…" came Van's voice,

"Then maybe you should take your own advice, because you're not part of it," Bridget narrowed her eyes at Van and once again pulled away this time taking off in a random direction.

"I swear that girl is the limit…" Porrig growled unwilling to acknowledge the threat that the smaller man had made. Porrig made a random gesture one would assume he meant to tell Van to go after her because shortly after that the man left in the direction she went off in.

Hank clamped a hand on Logan's shoulder holding the smaller man in place and the rest of them went off in another direction, presumably to their new living quarters. Hank waited until Porrig, Sean, and Aislin were out of sight before he removed his hand from Logan's shoulder.

"Let it go, my friend, don't involve yourself unless necessary," Hank said gently.

Logan grunted an in audible response. Hank sighed he knew how protective Logan became over his friends normally not so quickly, but he missed the ones he had on earth. There was a bit of transference going on, the child probably reminded him of some of the children at Xavier's institute.

There was a woman with a recorder in her hand that had sat patiently while the family was arguing , she finally looked up at Hank.

"They were the Connell's right?" she asked wincing a little in response the previous situation.

Hank nodded, as the woman ticked off names, "Henry, Betsy, Logan…" Hank recited off into the recorder that the woman held.

"Welcome to Pern," the woman smiled warmly, " Dr. McCoy you and your fiancé are at House 10 Asian Square, and Logan your house 9 Asian square, Here's your map guys all the important facilities are marked, now if you guys could lend a hand to help clear and unload the shuttle…"

Between just the two men, they made up for the time the gypsy family spent arguing. They easily loaded themselves with several large boxes everyone else grabbing the smaller things and they put them on the float that had apparently been waiting at the Cargo hatch for some time.

Bridget waded deep into the forest finally stopping when she was sure she'd gotten herself lost. She sat down at the base of an odd looking tree. The bark was completely smooth almost like it had been sanded and polished. The trunk was white but was lightly streaked with thin lines of a mahogany color. The leaves like the bushes took on a bluish-green hue, but were oval shaped. Beautiful purple flowers were splattered through out the leaves, that resembled tiny tulips. The tree was actually quite breathtaking, and several of them surrounded her.

She was thinking about trying to grow one of them herself when she felt a rough hand fall gently on the back of her neck. She cringed knowing full and well who it was. She stood up and stepped back from him.

"What Van?" she demanded.

"Porrig wanted me to come get you…" he told her smiling wanly, "Come on…"

He held out his hand and Bridget just stared at him blankly. So he moved closer to her placing a hand on her hip.

"Don't be like that love…you know your Uncle's trying his best to take care of you…" he told pulling her towards him. She flinched then planted her feet firmly in the ground so he couldn't pull her any closer. Unfortunately, he was still close enough for him to whisper in her ear. "You know we could get along real well, lass…"

"How 'bout ya just not touch me?" Bridget snapped in disgust. She attempted to pull away from him but his free hand clamped down on the back of her neck firmly.

"If ya stop fighting with me, I promise you'll want me touching ya…" he smiled coyly allowing his warm breath to float over her ear, "Give me a chance…" The hand on her hip slowly began to slide to the small of her back.

Bridget's stomach wrenched in disgust, she roughly jerked backward and threw a closed fist right at his jaw, connecting solidly.

"Fuckin' hell ya little bitch…" he snarled. Stumbling backward rubbing his jaw.

Van grabbed her by the arm and dragged out of the woods back toward their camp.

Logan and Hank stood there a moment watching the shuttle disappear back through the puffy clouds. As Logan turned to scan the new planet once more, he saw Van pulling the girl rather roughly out of the woods. A snarl rippled through Logan's vocal cords, claws inadvertently sliding out.

:"Logan…" Hank snapped.

But he was intently listening to what the man was saying to Bridget.

"Here I was being all nice to ya, and go off and clock me one…I'll remember that…" Van fumed.

Logan could indeed see the red swelling lump on his jaw that was slowing turning purplish. He couldn't suppress a chuckle, as he carefully watched him drag her off. But before they faded away into trees and bushes he heard the girl remark sarcastically, "Maybe you shouldn't be so nice then…"

"Maybe next time I won't," the man replied.

Logan was able to re-sheathe his claws, but he couldn't suppress another growl, "Think I should still stay out of it McCoy?"

To his surprise Hank nodded, "Yes, I think I may be able to handle the situation with considerably more tact."

Logan grunted in contempt but nonetheless left the doctor to it…maybe it'd be safer that way. He couldn't help but wonder just how nice he was being.

He'd watched the man on several occasions and while he normally seemed pleasant enough he could tell it was fake. But he was never around him long enough to tell just what it was…there was something. He knew Bridget detested the man even more so than her Uncle Porrig. First off her lack of referring to Van as her uncle, and second usually if Logan was around him for more than thirty seconds she always seemed to position herself with Logan in between the two of them. It was subtle, at first he'd wondered if it was unconscious not something she thought about, so he'd test it one day, at one of the bond fires they started holding nightly, every night someone different got to light it. Tonight Logan thought the girl who lit was named Catherine…she'd inadvertently discovered a series of caves that they named after her.

The people here were so very enthusiast about there new planet Logan actually found it a bit refreshing. Most of the children were eager to be at school, They had given Logan a class to teach on recommendation by Hank. Hank informed them about the classes he taught at the institute, Though the Admiral was skeptical about leaving him in charge of a group of children, Hank assured him he actually worked quite well with them, but told him an older group from about 12 and up would better suit him. McCoy discussed with them about Logan's superior knowledge of living off the land. It was then that they realized how old Logan actually was. When Hank explained he'd lived along side the Native Americans from old earth, back before Americans had officially colonized it. A Pang of sadness went through him, thinking about those days, then anger as his thoughts came to Silver Fox and what happened to her…or Who happened to her…Sabertooth. It made him angry that he wouldn't get the chance to kill him, that Sabertooth would continue to slaughter people on earth but he wouldn't be there to stop him. But at the same time, relief went through him, he wouldn't have to deal with Creed anymore. They sat there discussing Logan's usefulness as a teacher without Logan saying a word and before he knew it he had a class of teens and pre-teens.

As Logan sat near the outer edge of the fire he noticed one of his students, standing with her family waving at him vigorously.

"Hi Mr. Logan…" the Red Headed girl smiled wide.

"Hey Sorka…That your dad?" he asked knowing full and well the answer.

The Man held out his hand, "Red Hanranhan…this is My wife Mairi and my Son Brian…Don't think I had the pleasure of meeting ya."

"Logan…just Logan…" he said taking the man's hand., then repeating the gesture with the other family members, "You have quite the daughter, real smart…" Sorka beamed.

"Don't take offense, but you don't seem like the teaching type…" Red told him.

Logan shrugged and waved it off, "I'm not, but I can do it, and I can do it well, my other specialties aren't really needed here yet…"

"Yet?" Red asked wrinkling up his forehead.

Logan cleared his throat to avoid being too honest, "Ex-Military…" Which wasn't a lie, he was, but he'd also been a mercenary for hire, not something he thought should be public knowledge.

"Oh I don't think well ever need any of THOSE particular skills…" Red replied. He could guess just by the man's demeanor that he could be dangerous, but in turn he could also tell that he was a good man.

Logan laughed, "Maybe it's just me…but I never trust peace for too long…always expectin' shit to hit the fan."

Mairi covered Brain's ears assuming Sorka was old enough to know not to repeat what he'd said. Mairi wasn't particularly fond of the man, he seemed a bit rough around the edges to be teaching children.

"Oh don't be so paranoid, Pern's not going to be like that," Red smiled almost sympathetically, he half way understood the man's assumptions, being Ex military he knew why he'd always be on edge but he was glad that Pern was going to be different and let a man like him have some peace.

"I hope you're right…" Logan replied quietly.

Sorka hadn't been interested in the adult's conversation and had wondered toward a familiar face entering the square.

"Hey Bridget…" Sorka smiled warmly, Bridget was in her class and one of the only older girls that talked to her, at least when she actually showed up. She was also one of the only teenage girl who didn't mind the physical labor sometimes required of them, again when she showed up. She had soon discovered through casual conversation with her that Sean was her cousin. When he'd asked Sean about her he'd simply replied, 'She's all right as far a I'm concerned but she always has my dad in fits, but I'm not sure why sometimes…"

"Hey Little Red…" Bridget replied.

At first Sorka had though that it was a nick name referring to her dad but she realized it was her bright red hair she'd been referring to.

"Where's Sean?" Sorka asked.

"Hell if I know that boy's about as flighty as I am…little staying power that one…though I'd check out by the water, "

Sorka nodded but returned to her family who took a seat not far from Mr. Logan but not close enough to continue whatever conversation they were having.

Bridget plopped down on the ground next to Logan's chair with her head leaning on his arm rest.

"You all right?" he asked automatically.

"Yeah…just Aunt Aislinn and Van are to be along shortly…I'm just so excited…" she told him flatly.

Logan nodded but lacked an expression, "Why don't you get a chair?"

"No need…" She looked up at the tree above them, and Logan noticed her eyes sparkling in the campfire light. Then he saw the small vines reaching down for her from the tall tree. As they came toward the ground the vines began to weave themselves together like a hammock, Logan realized that was just what she was making with them. He saw small white flowers bloom all the way up to the top.

When she saw his questioning glance she responded, "Night blooming Jasmine…smells sweet…"

"An earth plant…" Logan noted.

"Y'up, I can make them grow here…" she smiled.

"Careful or the Botanists will have a field day with you…" Logan warned, as she plopped in her Jasmine hammock.

"Quite frankly…they can suck my dick…if they have trouble growin' stuff I'll help but I'm not doin' their job for 'em," she snapped narrowing her eyes at the thought.

Logan laughed, "Good.," then Logan sighed, "You weren't in class…"

She froze and gave him a sheepish look, "How'd you know that?"

"Because I teach now…Split up the older kids from the younger ones…" Logan told her patiently.

"How long's that been goin' on…" she asked biting her lip.

"'bout three days…" Logan replied tersely.

"Oh…huh…I'll be damned…" Bridget muttered looking away.

Logan stood up and twisted the entire Hammock toward him to make sure she heard him, "I don't like people skipping my class…you might want to inform your cousin I'd really hate to have to come get you, if I don't your getting detention…you won't like my detention…"

"Don't worry I'll make sure she's up bright an' early,"

Logan whirled around to see where the voice came form, and he found Van standing behind him.

"She's old enough to make sure she's up on her own…" Logan told him regarding him carefully.

"Yeah but you know teenagers…" Van smiled wide, moving past him, he leaned forward and kissed Bridget on the cheek.

"Van…stay outta my face…" she narrowed her eyes.

"Careful…" Logan said smoothly, "Might end up with another bruise…"

Van laughed, but Logan could hear the bitterness in his voice, " T'was a lucky shot…not one she'll likely make again…just caught me by surprise."

Logan chuckled a bit then narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you join us?" The question came out a little more forceful than he intended, causing the man to look startled.

Logan pulled up two chairs, "You got one more coming I hear right?"

He strategically arranged them so Bridget's hammock and the three chairs were in a semi-circle, and gestured politely to the nearest seat that would have put him two chairs away from the girl. To Van, the man's sudden hostility seemed like a challenge so instead of backing out or sitting where he indicated, he sat right next to Bridget, as Logan figured he would. Logan offer poured some Quikal, the liquor that was made here on Pern, a harsh substitute for traditional liquors. He poured them into two cups and offered the man some. He gave an apologetic smile toward Bridget who gave him an inquisitive look. She knew he was up to something…what…she didn't know…then she slowly narrowed her eyes realizing that apologetic look was because he wasn't planning on giving her any liquor.

"It'd look bad, me giving one of my students alcohol…even IF you haven't actually showed up to my class yet…" Logan told her.

She sighed seeing his point, but Logan noticed she remained silent. Occasionally tossing a glancing toward Van, then to Logan again.

Bridget had randomly started getting up and wandering off to speak to other people, mostly Sorka and Hank. Hank and Betsy hadn't quite made it over to talk to Logan quite yet, Betsy, Sallah, Barr and Hank were chatting idly.

Logan had watched Van closely especially as he fed him more liquor. Van had watched the girl walk away each time she'd gotten up, much more intently than Logan liked. Aislinn had been pretty much quiet after Van was working on his third glass of Quikal, she still sipped on her half full glass. The heavy set woman seemed content enough to keep to herself. She seemed to be in her late twenties but her brownish red hair was already showing signs of graying, through out her matted nest of hair. She tossed a nervous glance in Logan's direction from time to time. Standing only long enough to adjust the loose flowing skirt that hung off her overly plump hips

Logan's eyes darted to Van as he saw him stand up swiftly, stumbling slightly but he was surprisingly steady. His eyes narrowed as he realized he'd gotten up to follow Bridget who'd gone to talk to Hank once more.

Bridget stood silently on the outside on the conversation, as Hank cordially explained to the human women the concept of mutations. He'd actually developed quite a crowd, and he easily kept his explanation in Laymen's terms. Hank did at times get carried away with his genius and seemed to forget that not everyone can understand some of the things he said but now he seemed to be doing rather well…rehearsed she realized.

"The mutation is different for everyone and often continues to mutate throughout your life, but usually is discovered around puberty, or through extraordinary conditions…" Hank told them.

"Like what?" came a voice from the crowd.

Hank smiled patiently, he didn't mind answering their questions, he figured knowledge would stifle prejudice, and they seemed genuinely interested in learning not ridiculing, "Well I have a friend who's mutation developed, to save his sister from being hit by a tractor, his entire body covered in a nearly unbreakable bio-metal and the tractor wrapped around him as if made from paper, he was just a child…"

"Cool…" came a child's voice, "Are there mutants who can explode things with their minds?"

Hank recognized the voice as the youngest Hanrahan. Red shushed the child but Hank smiled, "It's all right…actually there are some documented with that ability and a number of others…some helpful…some extremely powerful…some barely noticeable, others still are harmful to other people, some are even harmful to themselves, that is why I stress the importance of coming to me if a mutant child is discovered here on Pern…Their abilities need to be controlled immediately for their safety and everyone else's, but once they are controlled they ability maybe of great value to our community…"

"How can I become a mutant?" Brian Hanrahan asked once more.

"It is genetic, not something you can do on your own…" Hank told him suppressing laughter, as the boy gave his parents an angry glare as if they had a choice to pass that gene on or not.

Red shook his head smiling, then addressed the group that had formed, "Maybe you all should give him time to relax, he's been very helpful…and I'm sure he'd be glad to discuss it with you all some other time…"

The crowed broke away resigned, some of them thanking Hank as they left. Betsy let out a sigh of relief as they broke up.

"Much appreciated doctor…" Hank smiled gesturing for the family to join him.

"They'd have had ya here all night…" Red smiled admiring his patience.

"Better that they know, knowledge dispels fear, fear breeds prejudice, and prejudice brings hatred," Hank told him, "I'd rather curiosity than fear…"

"Understandable," Red nodded.

"Have you met Betsy?" Hank asked in suddenly realization he hadn't introduced her to them. When Red shook his head introduction were exchanged.

Hank noticing that Bridget had reappeared again, acknowledged her with a smile, "Your welcome to join us Ms. Connell…"

"You all right?" came the concerned voice of Sorka.

"Just peachy…" she replied flatly.

Hank had heard her use the same response many times when she was anything but. Before he could prod her about it her Uncle Van came up behind her and wrapped his muscular arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. She tensed up, attempting to gently pull away from him but he held fast.

"Whatcha doin' over here Lass?" he asked her the smell of his alcoholic breath floating to her nose.

"Minding my own business…try it," she replied her eyes narrowing.

"You ever thought that maybe she doesn't want you that close?" Betsy asked, as Hank eyed him carefully.

"The day I heed the opinion of a wee English pig, is the day you can stop calling me Irish," Van snapped.

It was no secret that many Irish still weren't fond of the English, so where most were thrown off at Betsy's origins by her Asian appearance, Van immediately recognized the English accent.

"We're all Pernese now," Red told him rather firmly.

"He's a wee bit drunk you'll have to excuse him…" Bridget apologized glancing from Betsy to Red after pushing him more firmly off of her, "You need to go back to camp…" she told Van.

"Ya comin' with?" Van asked stumbling backward into Logan who'd silently joined them, but at what point no one could tell.

"Take Aislinn with you," Logan told him giving the man a look that squelched the automatic protest that rose in his throat like bile.

Bridget seemed to relax after the man was gone even engaging in light conversation with Red and Hank. Betsy lightly tapped Logan on the arm pulling him out of the light of the fire.

Before she opened her mouth Logan nodded.

"I know…" he told her, "You should talk to her…you know do that woman thing…"

Betsy shook her head, "It'd make it awkward for her…Henry says she's not used to having older women around, so she doesn't react well to them…she reacts like she reacts to her Aunt…you talk to her…she trusts you…more than she trusts Henry or I …"

"What am I supposed to say?" he demanded a bit frustrated, "Tell her it's okay?"

"No, tell her its not okay…not if she doesn't want to be touched…she clearly doesn't, I didn't read her mind but it doesn't take a mind reader to tell she detests being around him much less him touching her, I don't know how much…touching there's been…Hank says it could be all platonic, that he's just that kind of person, but regardless if that's true, he doesn't need to touch her if she doesn't want him to, I don't think anyone's ever told her that," Betsy replied.

"It's not that innocent, I can smell it…" Logan growled.

"Smell…what?" Betsy asked slightly unsure if she wanted that answered.

"Lust…fucking piece of shit…I'll kill him," Logan snarled his claws once again popping out.

"Claws Logan…sheathe them…" Betsy sighed, "That won't help…"

"Can't, too pissed off," He replied tersely.

"Then take a walk dear, in the opposite direction of her Uncle, please," Betsy told him.

Logan sighed grabbing his drink and disappearing, Betsy returned to the group to see Bridget's eyes following Logan. She was about to get up to follow him, but Betsy laid a hand on her arm.

"No dear, let him be, now is not the time," she told Bridget gently, "Talk to him tomorrow after school, he wants to talk to you later."

"Is he all right?" She asked the older woman.

"He will be," she replied.