I do not own claim to any of the X-Men or their universe (just my girl Mimik) and I make no money from this. Enjoy!

After finding Kitty and Kurt I was made to finally join them for lunch in the mess hall to make up for worrying them.

The other students there didn't seem to be afraid of me at all, but more curious. They bombarded me with questions like where have I traveled, how many languages could I speak, and if I could look like anyone I wanted to.

A few even asked me if I could copy their powers and I had to make up an excuse saying I was much too tired. The rest I answered briefly, slightly uncomfortable with all the attention.

Just as I finished lunch I heard the faint roar of a motorcycle and rushed to a window, spotting Logan turning into the garage. I glance at the others and say, "I'll be back."

Hurrying out the mess hall and the out the front doors I run over to the garage, a little embarrassed by the fact that I actually missed Logan. I stop at the open garage door, not even breathing heavily.

Logan glances up from unloading his bike and smiles, "Hey kid, miss me?"

Not giving him the satisfaction of a yes I just cross my arms and ask, "Where have you been?"

Frowning he says, "Sorry I didn't tell you I was leavin', but I was kinda rushed. Fury called and started bitching about wanting to relocate you to their headquarters."

"Fuck that bastard; he just wants to use me like Project X did."

He nods, "I know, and that's exactly what I told him. I told him he could go fuck himself and sit and spin, 'cause you're here to stay."

I grin, "Good."

He flips open one of the saddle bags on the bike and says, "I also made a little detour and found this."

He pulls out a book, very old and grime covered. "What is it?"

"Let' go inside, so I can take care of this shit and grab a cold beer and I'll show you."

My curiosity piqued I help him finish unloading his bike and then carry it all upstairs to his room. Glancing around he huffs and says, "Don't mind the mess; I don't really get many people comin' in here."

"Why do you drink? It never did anything for Creed, is it the same for you?"

Tossing some bottles into a small garbage can he says, "Oh it works a bit, if you drink enough."

Dropping the book on the bed he opens his closet revealing a small mini-fridge, "This here is our little secret, alright? Don't need Chuck or Jeanie findin' my stash."

I eye the fully stocked fridge and shrug, "Whatever you want, bub."

Popping the top of a brown bottle he points to the book, "Go ahead, take a look."

I sit down on his bed and pick up the book; it smells musty and somewhat familiar. The cover opens easily to reveal photos. It's a picture album…

The first is of a woman smiling with her hand up shielding her eyes from the sun. Recognizing the woman I look up at Logan, "It's my mother…"

He nods and sits down next to me, "I decided to head back up to the cabin to see if I could find anything else familiar and this was hidden under the mattress of the only bed in there."

He points to the next picture, "This was our wedding."

The image shows a younger and happier looking Logan in a suit kissing my mother in a simple white dress. The next couple pictures were of the two of them embracing in different settings, in one of them you can even see her black tail poking out from under the dress.

"You haven't changed much since then."

"The healing factor is like an anti-aging thing, I'm not even sure of how old I really am."

"So does that mean I'm gunna live an elongated life as well?"

He shrugs, "Your mom was the same way, so maybe."

I flip the page and see Logan carrying a small log on his shoulder while flipping off the camera. "You were building the cabin, right?"

He nods and I flip the page again to see them both standing happily on the new front porch with my mother placing on hand on her stomach. "Was she?"

"Yeah we just found out about a week before this."

I flip to the next page and find a picture of a baby with a pink ribbon tied into her black hair and holding a fuzzy black thing in her hand. "That's your mom's tail; you loved playing with it for some reason. You actually had a tiny one of your own, see?" He points to another picture with a smiling baby on a crib, looking up at the camera with a small black-furred tail curled up around her leg.

Flipping through the pictures I watch as the small baby grew into a small girl with tiny pointed teeth and cat's eyes. There's one picture where the little girl and her mother are both looking at the camera pretending to snarl with claws out.

"Do you remember all this?"

He shakes his head, finishing off his beer in one last swig, "I can remember a lot of it, but there are whole blank spots."

I run my finger down the edge of the Polaroid, "I wish I could remember more, it's mostly like a dream…"

There's pictures of Logan and my mother swinging me around as a child, making me "fly" as I had called it as well as a couple of Christmas pictures. "We celebrated Christmas?"

He nods, "Sure, I can't remember much of it, but I remember that your mother loved saving up to get you the best toys. See in that one you got a whole Playdoh set."

I glance at the picture he points to, trying to remember that occasion, but I could be looking at another child's life and feel the same connection.

He gets up and grabs another beer from his fridge and says, "You can keep it if ya want; early Christmas present."

I shake my head, "You have more memories and emotions tied to this, so you should keep it."

He frowns and I pass the book to him and he smiles, "I dunno kid, you seem to have some emotions here too." He wipes his thumb across my cheek and it comes away wet.

I frown; mad at myself for crying like that. I quickly wipe my eyes and look at the floor. He puts a hand on my shoulder and says, "Your emotions don't make you weak, Kim. In fact sometimes it takes a strong person to show anything at all."

I shrug and diverting the topic I ask, "So what about Christmas here? How do people celebrate it?"

He sighs and takes a swig of his beer, "Just like everyone else I guess. Most of the kids go home for a while and those who don't have homes to go to stay here and everybody works to make it a happy event."

"What do you do for Christmas?"

"Drink."

I shake my head and while rubbing my knuckles I try to think of something else to talk about. He finishes his beer and asks, "So how was the training with Cyke?"

"Well I kinda tweaked and thought I was in a situation with Wraith and some of his men and so I kinda failed the team work thing."

He pauses at the mini-fridge and looks at me, "Wait, what happened?"

I shrug, "Kitty thinks it was kinda like a flashback, but for the current situation. Cyclops turned into Wraith and I was trying to protect him and his men from the machines. I know it's stupid…"

He frowns and grabs a third beer, "Was he bein' a dick?"

"Yeah, he wasn't even gunna include me in the mission but Kitty said something and then as soon as he yelled at me to take out a couple sentinels I just snapped and went into attack mode."

He growls, "I knew it was a bad idea to put him in charge of Beta team… I'm gunna have to have a little chat with him again."

"Don't fight with him cause of me; I'll deal with him my own way."

"If you say so kiddo; but if he gives you anymore trouble, I'll be givin' him a piece of my mind."

I smile at his seriousness, "I think you'd have to get in line with Kitty and Kurt, they didn't seem too happy with him either."

He smirks at the mention of Kurt's name and then asks, "So did anything else happen while I was gone?"

Recalling the events of last night and this morning I frown, "There is one small issue that came up…"

He grabs a chair from the unused desk covered in bottles and sits near me, "You're not gunna become a tyke again are you?"

I frown and shake my head, "Thankfully, no. Remember back at the cabin I told you I was made to take drugs to curb the animal side and what not?"

He nods. "Well it turns out it was more than to just make sure I didn't flip out and kill everyone. I had what I initially thought was a nightmare last night, but it turns out it was a memory of me. I was not even human, Logan. My feral mutation had taken over…"

I clench my fist reliving the killing of that boy and Logan puts his beer down, "What happened?"

"I was an animal, I even looked like one. They had me in a cage and they put young or weak mutants in and watched me kill them. Then they put a chip in my brain to fix me and the injections were part of that too. They curbed my animal side, but things have been going a bit haywire recently. Hank thinks that the feral side might be resurfacing…"

He runs a hand through his hair, "Shit, kid… So the drugs they were injecting you with helped hold it off?"

I nod, "You mentioned that you go hunting and use the danger room to curb your animal. How bad has it gotten?"

He frowns, grabbing his beer and taking a long swig, "I've been real bad, completely gone with the beast taking over. I ran on instincts, and lived in the wilderness. It enjoyed violence and hunting… It's a dark place, kid."

I nod, understanding perfectly. "I can't become that again Logan. I need you to promise me, that if Hank can't find a way to fix me and if this chip ever stops working… You'll stop me right? I don't wanna live in some cage again and I don't want to hurt anyone else."

"Kim… I… Like I said before it ain't gunna come to that."

"I know what you think, but I'm an unknown, Logan. I can't even use another mutant's powers without nearly passing out from exhaustion and just the other day I could smell pheromones coming off of Gambit and Rogue. I could almost taste a rabbit hiding somewhere in the bushes near me… That isn't normal for me; if you can call anything I do normal. Please just promise me you'll make sure I do don't hurt anyone or end up in a cage?"

After a moment of silence he nods and says, "But before that happens I'll take ya out and show you how I deal with the animal."

"Deal."

He smiles sadly at me and then a ringing breaks the silence. He digs through his the pocket in his jeans and fishes out a cellphone. Flipping it open, he answers, "Yeah? Why? No, I'm back. Fine. Yeah, I'll be there in a bit. What? Yeah she's here with me. None of your business. Fine, tell Chuck we'll be down soon."

He closes the phone and I look at him curiously. "That was Storm; Chuck wants to talk to both of us."

He gets up and eyes the remainder of his bottle before chugging the rest. I get up as well and he says, "You want to go put that in your room?"

I glance at the photo album and shake my head, "You keep it here; it'll give me more of a reason to bug you." He smirks and then picks it up, clearing of a space on his closet shelf before setting it gently down.

"Alright, let's go see what Xavier wants." We leave his room and head downstairs to Xavier's office.

Almost everyone we passed greeted either Logon or I, something I don't know if I'll ever get used to.

Walking into the office we are greeted by Storm and Xavier. Xavier gives us that false smile he has perfected and says, "Logan, Kim; thank you for coming. I have a request to ask both of you."

Still uncomfortable being in his office since I read my file I shift nervously and ask, "Both? What do you need me for?"

He nods, "Yes, both of you. I have a rather important assignment for both of you. There is a mutant that Cerebro has picked up and I would like for you to go retrieve him."

Logan crosses his arms, "I thought we agreed that recruiting students would go to those who are better with kids and have a more 'public' attitude like Jean or Storm." Storm smiles, but remains silent.

Xavier places his fingers together and sighs, "This mutant is not a normal pick up Logan. His name is Isaac and seems to be another victim of Project X and is suffering from the damage he received at the same facility you were at and is in need of our assistance."

I shake my head, "I never met anyone named Isaac, I mean there were a lot of mutants there but I would know…"

I rack my brain for any memory of a kid named Isaac and Logan asks, "You said he was a victim of Project X, he's not like us, right?"

Xavier shakes his head, "His thoughts were chaotic but from what I could understand he was experimented on."

"So you think because we're both victims of the same thing that we'd be the best bet to go and bring him back here. Then what?"

Xavier smiles, "And then we help him of course."

"Well does you're Cerebro thing know what his mutation is?"

"I'm afraid not." Great, we get to go in blind…

But I'm really intrigued by the idea that Cornelius had another project that he was hiding. Logan sighs, "Where is he?"

"He seems to have traveled south from the Canadian facility into Montana. Storm has his last known coordinates and I'm sending her along to pilot the Blackbird, but I want initial contact to be made by you two. He might recognize one of you and that could help him trust you."

"Unless the boys at the facility made me train on him or even bring him in; then that makes me the bad guy. I think it'd better if I accompanied Logan in a different form so I look him over to make sure he wasn't one of the mutants the doc broke."

Xavier sighs, obviously impatient and nods, "If you wish to approach him differently, so be it. We are losing precious time, he is frightened, confused and in pain and he needs our help now."

We agree and quickly head down to the hangar, boarding the X-men's stealth jet. Storm brings it up through the basketball court and then speeds us towards our target.

While flying I notice Logan discreetly gripping the arms of his seat, must not enjoy flying that much. I grin enjoying his little display of weakness and then glance at Storm.

She's a mystery to me; she seemed to talk more back at the facility. I unfasten the seat belt and walk over to her at the controls, "Do you mind if I join you?"

She looks at me and says, "Sit down, I don't mind at all."

I sit in the co-pilot's seat and look over the controls, "This is quite the tech."

She nods, "Forge is a genius as you know."

"You seem to have a lot of them at the institute."

She chuckles, "Yes, Charles does draw the most interesting people to his cause."

"How did he get you?" She's silent for a moment and then says, "He helped me when I was young and so when he requested my help with this team I joined him."

"And it doesn't bother you to put your life in danger just to try and be friends with people who'd rather kill you than acknowledge your existence?"

"Sometimes the things we do reflect more upon who we are as a person than what we can achieve."

I raise an eyebrow, "I would hope that's not always the case."

She glances over at me and says, "Do you think Charles would have sent you on this mission if he thought you were too dangerous? At times it might not seem like it, but Charles knows what he is doing. He understands the happenings of events much better than anyone I know."

I shrug, "We'll see right? Now would you be willing to show me the basics of flying this thing? You never know when that particular knowledge may come in handy."

For the rest of the flight I sat at the copilot's seat while Storm showed me the various controls.

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We stop near a small farm that looks like it's been abandoned for years.

"Well at least he picked a good place to hide out. Do we know what he looks like?"

Storm shakes her head, "The Professor said his mind was too chaotic to get any other information from it."

Logan, now back to his usual self, says, "Well let's go get the kid and get him back to the school."

I nod and shift into an average looking Caucasian, brunette. I figure, the more plain I look the less of a chance I have to set him off if he happens to be unstable.

Storm lowers the ramp, "I'll remain here; just use these if you need my assistance."

She hands us small communicators that you place in your ear. I place it in my ear and test it, "Can you hear me?"

She nods, "Good luck and be careful, he's very frightened. Who knows how he may react to seeing you."

I roll my shoulders and look at Logan, "Alright, let's go see if Xavier is right about this guy."

He grunts in agreement and we head down the ramp and start making our way across the overgrown field to the house. As we make our way to the house I catch a noise from inside and I glance and Logan to see if he heard it too.

He talks low saying, "I'm gunna head 'round back, you should go right up to the front door and knock or call for him. We don't want to scare him..."

I nod and we split up. Approaching the door I'm surprised it's still on its hinges; the rest of the house in in major disrepair. Not as bad as our old cabin, but the elements have not been kind to it.

I knock on the door frame, "Hello? Isaac?"

A voice calls out from inside, "Go away please."

"We're here to help you."

"I'm not interested."

I grip the handle of the door, "Can I come in?"

"NO! I- I mean no. Stay away."

I twist the handle and push the door open. "Isaac?"

"GO AWAY!"

He yells in pain and I hear a thud. Shit, now what? I use the communicator, "Logan, I think something's wrong with him. I'm gunna go move in the house and see if I can find him."

"Be careful, kid."

I move through what I assume used to be the living room and past the kitchen. Another yell points me to a hallway off of the living room. I spot Logan coming in through the kitchen door and head down the hallway.

"Isaac, my name is Kim. I'm here to help you. I know you're confused, we can help you understand your mutation."

Geez, listen to me, I sound like Xavier…

In a room off to my left I hear smashing glass and wood. I knock on the door, "Isaac, are you ok?"

No answer… Here goes nothing… I open the door and I get short look at a large, blue-eyed, dark haired guy yelling at the door before I get a fist in the stomach and go flying across the hall and through the wall.

I lie there for a moment in pain. Logan's voice comes over the comm, "What was that?"

"I found our guy. He's a big boy…"

I prop myself up on my knees and look through the hole in the wall into the room where Isaac is. His large frame is blocking the door and as soon as he sees me get up he growls and says, "Go away!"

He charges at me, "Shiiiiiiit!" I scramble backwards and just miss getting stomped on.

He goes to attack and then sniff and whips his head around spotting Logan sneaking up on him. Does he have amped up senses as well as strength? He growls at Logan and slams a fist into his shoulder causing Logan to fly backwards.

"Alright Bub, you're starting to get annoying."

I get up and while's still turned towards Logan I jump up on his back, wrapping an arm around his neck.

"You are going to calm down and listen to us. We are not here to hurt you."

He yells out and starts ramming into the walls backwards, smashing me in between. Plaster and dust starts filling the hall.

"Logan, help me get him down!" Logan charges his legs and he staggers.

"Come on big boy, you know you can't take both of us."

He snarls and then slams me into the wall again and falls through as it breaks. He stumbles backwards and I glance behind us in enough time to say, "Fuck." We go right through the large window and glass slices through my back and legs.

Outside I yell out as Isaac lands on top of me. I struggle to get him off of me and as he rolls of I snarl and shift back to my green self. "Ok punk, enough of this Hulk wannabe shit, you're comin' with me; one way or another."

He gets up and turns to look at me. As I stand up he freezes and his entire demeanor changes. The smell of fear starts to roll off him and he slowly starts to back up.

"Ok so you know who I am then. That's good, now are you gunna cooperate? Or do I have to get mean?" I pop my claws and he starts to whimper and then sits down and starts crying.

"Um Logan?"

He pokes his head through the window and look at the situation, "What happened?"

"I shifted and threatened him and he just turned into a big baby."

"They said he was unstable…"

I retract my claws and crouch down in front of him. "Are you gunna cool it long enough to talk to us like grownups or you gunna keep being emotional?"

Wait… "Hey Logan, could he be a feral mutant?"

"I dunno, normally you'd see them with some animalistic trait. Why?"

"He acts just like a feral; emotional, relies on instincts, and enhanced senses."

I shift and hold out a hand to Isaac, "Come on, big guy. I'm not going to hurt you and the guys at the facility aren't going to hurt you. The facility is gone, I torched it."

He stops crying and looks at me and then he grabs his face and screams. I back up and exchange a worried look with Logan.

He drops to all fours and then suddenly something bursts from his back in a mist of blood and gore. His clothing already had a hole in it so that remained intact. His whole body seemed to steam and then after a few more horrific moments we stared at the shaking, panting figure on all fours framed by huge and bloody bat wings.

"Isaac?" He looks up and I frown at the change in his figure.

He's leaner and has jet black eyes and large bat-like ears. "What the hell? That has gotta be the weirdest mutation I've seen in a while."

He smiles up at us, "Hi, I'm Isaac."

NOTE: If you haven't yet you should really check out the drawing and animation of Kim/ Mimik done by the amazing Suburban Coyote on Deviant Art.

Check it out at: suburbancoyote. deviantart. c o m (remove the spaces)

Also I have a drawing of Isaac up on my own Deviant Art page at: xmikrebylex. deviantart. c o m (remove the spaces)