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Logan is given an offer to have his world restored to how it was before the attack that destroyed it all. He just can’t be a part of it anymore as the price paid.

“You can save them, but you can’t stay with them, your presence is now tied to another universe, you are the anchor to somewhere greater and we can not let that branch wilt.”

“…they will live again?”

I have a one shot that's nearly done.

Partial chapters of We Can Be Home that I need to decide on.

Friends Like These have two different ways I can go for the next part.

No one needs to know about the NSFW ones, because that shit is locked up until I can get over myself.

Characters: Gambit, Jean, Scott

“How can you be one of the most powerful mutants and still be a basic white woman?!”

“It just needs some salt and a dash of pepper.”

“It needs Kurt in here giving it a farewell eulogy and a blessing so it won’t come back to haunt us when I throw it out the window. Cause whatever is in that pot, it is not food.”

“Its edible!”

“Poisonous mushrooms are edible but most people have enough sense not to stick them in their mouth!”

“Are you saying my cooking is deadly to eat?!”

“It's cursing us being in the same room with it!”

At this point Jean was standing near her pot of…something…arms out like she was a goalie and she was trying to stop Remy from snatching it off the counter and throwing it out the window like he said he would do earlier.

Said man was pointing a large ladle at her, “If the X-men are to die, it ain’t going to be because of some terrible cooking not when Gambit can stop such misfortunes from happening!”

“Its fine! There is nothing wrong with my cooking!”

Both of them turned to glare at the door slowly opening and Scott peeking in, hiding most of his body behind the door, “Everything okay?”

“Just peachy-“

“She is trying to curse us!”

“I am not! It’s goulash!”

“Oh, its definitely something ghoulish.”

Scott slowly moved back out of the room, “I’ll just-“

“Scott, love, you like my cooking right?”

“Don’t ask him, the two of you match perfectly in everything including thinking salt is too spicy!”

At this point Scott was slowly closing the door behind him, flinching as the sound of what sounded like pots and pans being thrown across the room. One must know what battles to pick and this was one he wasn’t going to get involved in.

There was a loud angry screech and more words yelled in Cajun French followed by another bang.

He wondered the mansion would be up for ordering in or if that would just focus “the chefs” wrath on him instead...

The door thumped as something hit it from the other side hard and a liquid started oozing from the bottom.

“You know what…pizza sounds good.”

This was inspire by two things, a scene from the TAS show (I think it was a holiday special, can't remember off the top of my head), where Jean and Remy where arguing in the kitchen and Gambit ends up with a pot of boiling something falling on him. He doesn’t react to the heat, though, even when what ever it was streaming before hand.

The other thing, is my sister, who can only make Mac and Cheese…and the one time she made a casserole, she asked her husband if it was good in front of the entire family and the poor guy looked like he just got news he was going to go fight in a war.

Follows right after the last one.

Hope, everyone is doing alright.

Later in the day would find Storm and her friend in the kitchen, much more rested and idly chatting to each other.

Logan had a sling across his chest, tiny little hands peeked out, grabbing at his shirt as the man himself hummed a low tune as he fixed a bottle. Scooping some calcium powder into the milk and ignoring the stares he was getting from the group staring at him from across the room.

Storm herself was sipping some lovely tea and getting amusement at her friends watching in disbelief as the Wolverine prepared a bottle like it was an old routine to him.

Finally having enough of just standing around and getting no answers, Rogue casually strolled over and leaned on the counter next to him, looked over at the open tote bag sitting on the counter, diapers, clothes, wipes, a few more bottles peaked out, she hummed before turning her full attention to the man, “Whatcha got there?”

“Calcium powder.”

“Lo, darlin’, you know that is not what I meant.”

He huffed, eyes rolling as he started to feed the bottle to his tiny passenger, “This is Laura, my kit…my baby.”

Silence.

He turned to glare at the group that had formed in the kitchen, eyebrow raised, “What?”

Scott took a step forward, “Where did she come from?”

“From me.”

“Where’s the other parent?”

“Just me, she’s 100% mine.”

“…did you suddenly gain the ability of mitosis?”

“…what?”

“It’s a real concern, look at our life and tell me it’s not.”

“No, Scott, I do not have the power of mitosis…that I am aware of,” Logan glanced down at the baby in his arms, her little face scrunched up as she ate, tiny angry rumble coming from her like a kitten as though she was mad that she couldn’t drink it all in one go, “easy, sweetheart, it’s all yours.”

He looked back at the group, “If you don’t mind, I’ve got things to do,” with that he grabbed his tote and marched off, getting a little farewell wave from Storm on his way out.

Everyone watched the door shut behind him, giving it a few seconds before unleashing chaos in a rapid fever of questions.

“Okay, so did he disappear to have her like a cat-“

“Whose the other parent?! Fess up!”

“We've all seen his bare ass enough times to know he himself physically didn’t have her-

“Unless-“ “No.”

Storm just hummed into her tea, satisfied with the knowledge she had been the first and so far the only one of the X-men to hold their newest member. The others could bicker and theorize all they wanted to about her origins, what mattered most was that the littlest Wolverine was home now.

Also that she had bragging rights, that was important too and that brought a smile to her face.

Her smile grew as she took in the conversation go on around her.

“If you would let me explain the theoretical concepts on how he could have had her on his own-“

“Hank, no, your fanfiction tabs are not “theoretical concept research”.”

“Well, your wife is the one who introduced me to the art, lets ask her.”

“…Scott…”

Anyway, to fight against the stress that is taking over my life, have a small drabble to make me and maybe you feel a little better.

It wasn’t that unusual for Logan to go missing, from a few days to a few months, one time disappearing only to appear on the news fighting along with the Avengers for some reason.

He was on another trip, it seemed to be running longer than usual but Charles had assured everyone it was fine, the Wolverine would make his way home soon.

His arrival was unexpected, especially to Storm as the man seemed to have appeared in her room without her noticing.

“Logan?”, the man in question just stared at her with half lidded eyes, he looked…well…he looked tired, “are you okay?”

“Ro?”, it seemed he finally came to realize where he was as he glanced around the room, taking a deep breath, letting her scent ground him before he shook his head, “right the mansion,” he squinted at her again, “I need you to do something for me.”

Strange…

He unzipped his jacket, a favorite brown leather that was thrown over a torn up battle suit, underneath it was a sling where he was carrying something he wanted to keep safe.

Which means he was probably about to hand her something very important to him and she was proven correct as he took a bundle out and gently passed it over to her.

Gentle, he was so gentle with his handling as he handed it over, she was just as gentle taking it from him.

“Imagonnarestnow.”

“Excuse me?”

“Bed,” with that he turned to her bed, walked over to it and preceded to pass out on it.

Ororo just smiled indulgently, glad her friend trusted her with resting in her presence as the man tended not to sleep given his abilities and tendency to have nightmares.

She found herself blinking down at what he had laid within her arms as she felt something move...

The bundle wiggled…

The bundle let out a tiny squeak.

The bundle was alive.

Huff.

Sniff, huuufff…snuffle…

Logan gave one last snort at the thing in his hammock, he didn’t put it there, why was it there? It kinda smelled like Wade but mostly like a store, which meant the other man probably just bought it home and tossed it in, but why?

Speaking of the merc, he had just burst into their shared bedroom, spinning dramatically before plopping down on the bed, face grinning up at him, “Do you like my surprise! It made me think of you and I had to get it!”

Good, immediate answers.

He gave the…thing…another glance over, slowly picking it up and slowly turning it around in his hands. It was a toy, it’s fur was soft and a pastel yellow, the stuffing wasn’t too firm, the eyes and nose were stitches instead of the usual plastic…it was a ferret…

“It’s still in the weasel family, so it counts!”, Wade was now stretching around in his bed, trying to find the perfect spot even as his clothes twisted around him, “ugh! Boo, come cuddle with me! It can be a thank you!”

“Hmm,” it was a…thoughtful…gift…fine…he’ll give his partner his thank you cuddles, so turning and seeing grabby hands being made at him made him give a small low chuckle, “fine.”

“Yes! Come to Papi, I need my Wolvie fix for the day!”, more grabby hands followed by a shriek as Logan used his full body weight to flop on top of the man.

-

I like to think Wade got an one bedroom apartment, not because of rent but because he was trying to do the, “there’s only one bed” trope.

Jokes on him, Logan made himself a hammock and curls up in it, it’s his spot in the bedroom.

Ghost being more beasty or ethereal looking, they communicate through Ghost speak which just sounds like hisses/growls to other species. Danny looks like a Naga and communicates like one.

Warning: The Bats treating Phantom like a wild newly discovered creature species. Scientific discussions about his body in front of him, discussions about Ghosts possibly being able to breed because in Phantom form, Danny is duel gendered.

“How!?”

“Jealous?”, Jason watched in amusement as the youngest in the family fumed and stomped around, the kid honestly looked like an angry kitten. Not his fault he managed to snag the Ghost before the rest of them, besides it was in his Alley, so he had rights to it anyway.

Didn’t stop Damian from glaring and huffing about it being unfair, everyone else was either ignoring them or just rolling their eyes in expiration.

Not that he could blame the kid, catching Phantom was basically hitting the lottery, the Ghost was on the top of the list of most wanted. There were videos, essays, debates, everything on them from species type, to power sets, possible weaknesses, likely Obsessions…and Jason caught them. He pinned them down and snapped the collar on as soon as he saw who exactly was haunting his territory.

Currently Phantom was going through an observation…okay, they were currently being poked at by Tim and Bruce, the Replacement eagerly jotting down things he found or didn’t find, treating procedure like a puzzle.

The Ghost was curled up in the observation table, currently wrapped up in a snake like tail instead of legs, giving off Naga vibes that included hissing and snapping teeth in mock bites.

There was no real threat behind the actions considering the poor things condition, whatever or whoever had tried to catch the feral beastie did a number on them before Jason was able to snatch them for his own.

No matter, Jason took care of his things and he’ll have his new companion looking all shiny and pretty before long.

Dick was lazily spinning in Bruce’s computer chair, legs hanging askew, “Sooo, how are going to register them? Can’t exactly put down Red Hood in the Owner’s signature?”

“Going to go with the ‘Jason Todd and Red Hood being “secret” partners route’, as far as the docs will show, Phantom got caught by Hood in his territory and made a lovely gift to the Alley’s biggest supporter.”

“Nice.”

A silent agreeable silence passed between them as everything started to truly settle for the night.

Phantom was still hissing as Tim held out a device to scan over the Ghost, “Mostly exhaustion, energy drained, malnutrition, probably due to being on the run and unable to get a proper meal. Oh, congratulations, it’s a…hermaphrodite…huh…”

Bruce just hummed in response, taking the device from his son, “Not unusual, there have been reported cases of similar body formations, if you look here in this area, this is very close in resemblance to that of snakes cloaca, given how its been recorded of their ability to shift from tail to legs, it’s a high probability that there is an external and internal shift to match the forms and still keep the functionality of both genitalia.”

“So…wait! That means they can breed! Which means other Ghosts that are similar can too! Which means there are natural born Ghosts?”

“Ghost is only a common used term, coined by the Fentons, real ghosts like Deadman aren’t like these creatures, and given how terrible the Fentons research was…we are unable to fully understand most habits and causes of the species.”

Tim reached back for the scanner, eyes scrolling over the details in excited glee, beings that were basically unknown, improbably recorded, a huge mystery with smaller mysteries within, “I’m going to compare these scans with known species of reptiles, might get a standard bar of health in comparison and possible hints at behavior.”

Another hum came from the Dark Knight, focus turning to watching the youngest move his way in between him and Tim, Damian had came back dressed in civilian clothes and was holding an apple out to the Ghost, “I have brought you a treat.”

They all watched as Phantom hesitated, hissing slowly dissipating as it takes in the fruit, a clawed hand reaching out to take it, sniffing it before taking a small bite.

“So can eat fruit? Can they all eat fruit or just Phantom?”

“Hush, Drake, your voice is grating and might cause them to lash out in hopes of peaceful silence.”

“Excuse you!”

The two continued to bicker, the creature on the examination table just steadily continued eating, bright pure green eyes watching them before taking in the room.

Dick made an attention whistle at Jason, nodding at the way the Ghost was eyeing possible exits, his brother just shrugged in response.

Wade snapped his head toward Logan as soon as he heard the words come out of the other man’s mouth, “Who in the hell-“

-and of course the older mutant was talking to an animal and not another person, granted, he should have known that since they were staking out a warehouse for a new temp base that had been abandoned for some time.

The animal in question was a scraggly looking cat, fur missing in patches and thin in others places especially around the hind quarters, Logan didn’t seem to care as he picked up the purring creature that was rubbing against his legs. Cradling to his chest with a smug little smirk, “Handsome fella, aren’t ya?”

Oh, they were going to take this balding mess home with them!

“Gotta a thing for ugly cute, huh?”

The smug smirk was sent the mercs way, “Perhaps, besides, he is supposed to look this way, he’s Lykoi breed, which is strange, they are rare breed…wonder who left him here?”

“Lykoi? Someone suddenly a cat expert?”

“…one of the kids back…back where I came from…did a report on them…they are also known as werewolf cats…”

“Werewolf cats, I hope they got an A with the effort they put in for that one joke.”

Logan simply shrugged, moving the cat to the crook of one arm, smiling as the animal stretched out, purring louder as it got comfortable, one of its paws came up and stretched out its claws to lightly tap at the man’s shoulder, “We are taking him with us.”

“Well, don’t those words sound familiar? Should I even put up a token fight? Fine, you win, you and your way with words, how could I ever argue with a face like that but no sleeping with us…okay, they can sleep with us, so demanding today, Peanut.”

Logan hadn’t even said a word, just watching amusingly as his partner had the one-sided argument for them. Just lazily scratching his new companion’s head, mind already thinking of what to pick up on the way home, “need some supplies.”

“Oh, we can get him and Mary matching outfits! There has to be a Wolverine suit for cats out there! Or maybe a lumberjack look? What we naming him?!”

“…cat…”

“We are not calling him just Cat, baby, you can come up with something better, how about Jim Jam, Mr. Murray, KitKat-“

“Cat.”