Fourteen

"The damned kid won't say what drove her 2000 miles away from your school."

Previously, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

"Well, you found the third claw." Scott observed, helpfully.

Hardy har har. When Logan had made the observation about Laura only having two claws per hand in their first training session yesterday, he'd not expected to catch a foot-claw in the groin today. A fucking adamantium-coated claw! In her foot!

When he didn't give Cyke the expected scathing reply, the other man appeared visibly concerned.

"Logan?"

"Mmm fine," Logan squeaked.

He'd just honest to god squeaked. This day was getting better and better.

"You don't look fine. You're awfully... pale."

"Shut it, Scooter... Just need a... minute," Logan said, his voice approaching its natural tenor, "Go after her. She likes you better, anyway."

Scott was already halfway to the door of the Danger Room to do just that.

"It's the same as last time," Hank confirmed. "You're healing in hours rather than moments- still remarkably faster and more completely than a typical human. However, I'm concerned about the toxic levels of adamantium in your soft-"

Logan barely heard McCoy. His kid had run off, and he was handicapped as far as tracking her until his gnards healed.

And that didn't even touch on how much he was worried about her. The damned girl was tiny and any anything could happen to her just because she had the misfortune of being born with his hard head. From the records they had recovered from the lab, she was barely even seven. And that was a completely different headfuck- there'd been a kid walking around with a near carbon copy of his DNA for seven years, and he hadn't even had an inkling.

Regardless, now that he had her, Logan was determined to do right by her. Unfortunately, she didn't come with a manual.

He knew Laura had been having trouble being around the other kids, and she found the rules of the mansion incomprehensible. Hell, he still found at least half the rules incomprehensible.

The girl had been high strung from the moment she'd walked through the double doors over two months prior. He could tell she'd been on the verge of running for weeks, but Logan wasn't sure how to help her. He'd toyed with the idea of taking her somewhere to chill the fuck out and reset, but he hadn't figured out where quite yet. If she was anything like him, and in some ways she was eerily, exactly like him, the girl needed her quiet time away from the mansion. He'd hoped that training would be an outlet, and it probably would be once they worked out the kinks.

If they could get her back, that is.

The team was already out following her, and according to Chuck, Laura was headed north.

For some reason, that in particular, filled Logan with a strange mixture of longing and dread.

A/N: I just remembered that this... is the second time I've done something like this to poor Logan and his bits in a fic. Whoops.