"Xavier' School for Gifted Children, how can I help you?" It was Storm on the other end. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice on the line. "Hello, is someone there?"
"Hey, Ro. How are you?"
Storm forgot her office manners in her excitement. "Logan? Logan, is that you?" she yelled. "How have you been, is everything ok?"
He laughed, picturing her white hair crackling with lightening in her excitement.
"I'm fine, Ro," he began, and then told her what had happened. "Can Henry can come and take a look at the woman? I can't do much for her here."
"Hang on," Storm said, "I will ask; he's right here."
Henry picked up the phone next. "Logan!" he bellowed into the phone. "Storm and I will be right there old friend! Put me on something to eat!"
Count on Hank McCoy to cheer him up. Logan hung up and went to the kitchen to make some food.
The potatoes were finished, the wild greens he had gathered were tossed into a bowl, and Logan was almost done cooking the steaks when the knock came. When he opened the front door he found Storm standing there, smiling, with Henry by her side.
"Hey, guys," he said, and opened the door wider to let them in.
Storm hugged him. "Hey, Logan! I have missed you!"
"Good to see you, Logan," Hank added. "Where's dinner?"
Logan chuckled. "In here, Fur-ball. I've missed you too. Dinner will be done in a minute, and then I'll take you to see how Santana is doing."
They sat and ate. Logan and Hank made short work of the rare steaks, but Storm contented herself with a small portion of meat and ate most of the salad. When they were done Logan led them to the front room so he could tell them everything that had happened.
Logan was about halfway through the tale when he heard Santana stir in the bedroom. Suddenly she started yelling:
"No! No! Let me go!"
A high-pitched scream filled the cabin, and Logan ran to the bedroom. He quickly saw Santana thrashing in her sleep, and realized she was having a nightmare. He went over to the bed and sat next to her.
"Hey, Santana. It's ok," he soothed. He placed a hand on her arm to calm her, and tried to wake her up. Looking closely at her exposed flesh he saw faint scars that covered her body. How had he not seen these before?
"What happened to you baby girl?" He murmured. He looked up at a soft sound: Storm was standing in the doorway, looking worried. He nodded to her that everything was all right, and she went back to the living room with Hank.
When Santana was calm he went back to the living room and finished the tale: what he seen in the woods and how the wolves had acted.
"Do you think she is one of Stryker test subjects?" Hank was all business, as usual.
Before Logan could answer him Santana screamed again.
"Loki! Loki, where are you?" she cried. "Help me my brother!"
Logan looked at Henry and Storm, troubled. "Now that," he said, "is a name I have not heard in a longtime."
Storm raised her eyebrows. "Maybe you should call him, Logan. He might be able to shine some light on this for us."
Logan nodded. "You're right," he groused, "it is time to make another phone call. I'm just not looking forward to it.
The phone rang three times, and Logan heard a grouchy Nick Fury answer.
"Director Fury speaking. Whoever this is, this had better be fucking important! Someone had better be dying for you to call me at Oh-Six Hundred and before my coffee!"
Logan smirked. The man never changed, except to get grumpier.
"Yeah, Patch, this is Wolverine, and it is fucking important. I need to speak to Agent Loki ASAP."
"Hey, Canuck! Look, it's nice to know you are still kicking, but Loki is off on a mission for Odin and I can't reach him." Fury had called him "Canuck" since their WW2 days, when Logan had been in the Canadian Special Forces.
Logan sighs and rubbed his temple. "Is Thor there then? I have something here that probably belongs in Asgard."
"He is with Dr. Foster in New Mexico."
"Can you reach him?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Great. Tell him it is important that he come to my cabin in Canada."
"Logan, what is this all about? Thor's goanna want to know why we're interrupting his time with Dr. Foster."
Yeah, right, Logan thought, like you really care about interrupting Thor's date.
"I'm not sure yet, Patch," he said. "That's why I need to see one of them. Better safe than sorry with this Asgard stuff."
"Yeah, ok," Fury said, "but keep me informed, alright?"
"Yeah, Patch," Logan said, "and thanks." He hung up the phone and sighed. He trusted Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. only slightly more than Stryker's organization, but at least S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't anti-mutant.
