Logan's glad that Harry isn't using him as a teddy bear at night, the way he's started doing on the motorcycle. Harry falls asleep clutching his toy motorcycle and ball. Maybe they'll help stave off his nightmares, the way a real teddy bear would.

Logan has his own nightmares. His body is stuck full of needles like a goddamn pincushion until he escapes and sticks his claws into the scientists in bloodthirsty revenge.

Logan wakes up snarling like the beast he was, the beast that's always inside him. His claws sever the back wheel and saddlebags from the body of the toy motorcycle Harry's still holding, and it's a damn miracle he hadn't hacked Harry's hand off, too.

Harry must have come over to Logan's bed during the nightmare. He's clearly startled, but doesn't seem scared. He's either very brave, or very stupid.

Logan pants harshly, sheathing his claws and double checking Harry for injuries.

"What'd I tell ya about staying in your bed?" Logan growls, but Harry doesn't take the hint. He stays on Logan's bed and even reaches to hug Logan. Logan jerks away with a soft snarl. Doesn't Harry see that he's dangerous? He could have easily eviscerated Harry the way he'd gutted the scientists in his dream.

Logan's not sure how his brain cooked up that scenario. Seems like something outta Frankenstein.

Harry's as stubborn as he is brave. He flops next to Logan on the bed and drums his hand on Logan's chest. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Logan remembers Harry trying to calm himself down the same way, after seeing the crash.

Logan rolls out of bed and stomps over to his jeans. Fishing out his cigar and lighter, he goes to the balcony for a smoke.

Harry follows him out, silently staring at him. Logan tells him to scram, but he doesn't.

Of course Harry wants to help Logan after his nightmare, the way Logan had helped him. Harry's a far better person than Logan is. Logan had seen how Harry wanted to swoop in and save the day at the car crash, once he'd gotten over his panic.

Harry would be better off if Logan rode off without him. Not only is Logan dangerous, he'd be a shitty guardian. Not as shitty as where he was, sure, but the kid deserves better than him.

But what would social services or whoever do when they found him? Probably send him right back to Number Four, where he'd be shut in the closet like an old pair of boots.

Logan told the kid he'd find him a mom, though Logan can't say he knows any women who are mother material.

Harry stays with Logan on the balcony, not wanting to let Logan out of his sight.

Harry's rubbing his forehead again, the way he had after his own nightmare. Logan huffs out a sigh. "You have a bad dream?"

After all, the car crash had put Harry all out of sorts. It wouldn't be surprising if it affected his dreams. Harry's growling now, clearly trying to mimic the rumbling engine on Logan's bike. Logan half expects him to make explosion or crash sounds, but he doesn't.

"Was yer nightmare a crash?" Logan asks. "Told ya I ain't gonna let that happen."

Harry may be too brave for his own safety, but he sure ain't fearless. He should be scared of Logan, but he isn't.

Harry presses hand against Logan insistantly, as if saying Logan had the nightmare, not him.

"I did? I had no idea." Logan drawls. The sarcasm seems to fly right over Harry's head.

Logan gruffly tells Harry to go back to his own bed, but Harry simply leans against him. Logan sighs. "Hey, I may be hairy, but I ain't your teddy bear."

Harry's clearly decided Logan is, even at night.

The next morning, they stop for breakfast in the hotel cafe. As he eats eggs, Harry plays with his knife and snatches Logan's too.

Logan raises a brow, but Harry's too busy raiding the nearby tables to notice. Logan watches, torn between amusement and annoyance, as Harry attempts to hold the knives between his fingers, imitating Logan's claws.

He takes a swing at Logan, though he clearly ain't aiming to hurt him. Harry accidentally drops the knives in his right hand, and they clatter on the table and the floor. He goes to cover his ears, but Logan grabs his wrist, stopping him. Harry still has two knives clenched in between the fingers of his left hand, and Logan grabs them by the blades to pull them free.

Harry stomps his feet.

"Sir, please control your son," the man behind the front desk says in his posh British accent. Logan snorts at the man's terminology for both himself and Harry. He's about to say Harry isn't his, but that would lead to a lot of questions he doesn't feel like answering.

Harry hastily sits back at his plate before Logan says anything. He glances at the mess of knives and then at Logan as if to say they're even, though there was never a risk of Logan losing a limb.

The man turns back to his desk, but glances at them. People look at Harry like he's a mutant, though his movements and sounds have nothing to do with his powers.

Harry holds his fork in his fist like claws and stabs a sausage. He beams at Logan as he pops it into his mouth, humming contentedly.

Logan shakes his head and mutters, "You don't want to be me, bub."

Despite Logan's protests, Harry clearly wants to be just like him. Even worse, he wants to be around Logan constantly. The kid's getting far too attached, clearly not understanding he can't stay with Logan forever.

Logan's a loner, but Harry's not letting him be one. Now he's got a kid leaning against him on the bike, flapping in excitement while they roll down the road.

At least Harry doesn't try to force a conversation. He hasn't said a single word, even in his sleep, and Logan ain't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

Harry probably just likes Logan for his motorcycle. He doesn't seem to hold a grudge over Logan slicing and dicing his toy. He hadn't pushed it around the floor like Logan guessed a kid would. Instead, he keeps carrying the back part like it's flying through the air.

Logan's going to have to leave England soon. He's been driving around aimlessly, since it takes far less time to cross than the States.

Logan had snuck himself and his bike over here on a cargo plane, but he ain't planning on dragging Harry around on all his treks. Surely Harry belongs here, in England.

Harry will forget about him, Logan's sure. Logan's life ain't one for a kid. Harry deserves a family, someone to hug him and if they have a bike, too, then Harry ain't gonna miss Logan at all.

Logan figures all he has to do is hit up a pub with bikers, find a woman willing to take Harry, and be on his way.