Disclaimer:  I don't own any of these characters except Katie.  Marvel 
owns the rest.  Although thay haven't been doing the greatest job taking 
care of them lately.  Maybe someone should step in and take over....

Rating: PG-13 (maybe R for language, which is quite colorful:)

Authors Notes:  Tamani begged me to finish this and while it is far 
from done, it's more than when she last laid eyes on it.  Hope you're
happy T.

I came up with Katie so that I could have my own character to play with 
that Marvel couldn't screw up.  But I could.  It's fun playing god. 
*giggle*  Lucky for you, there is no appearnce of 
Faux Callum Timothy Hutton Lee in this fanfic.  If there was, he'd die 
a horrible, grusome death.  But alas, he's not in this one.  Maybe next time.

OK, way, WAY off tangent, I hope you enjoy.  T, send me whatever suggestions
you have for  me.  I'd love to hear them:)

          "You may be the leader of the X-Men but the one, and may I
make this perfectly clear, ONLY reason I don't gut you right now is
that Jean means more than anything to me.  And to hurt you is to
hurt her.  But if for one second...ONE second I think that you've
done anything to hurt her, I WILL NOT hesitate to RUN YOU
THROUGH."  
          Katie decided to drive her point home and slightly pressed
her extended claws into his chest, not quite hard enough to draw
blood but  enough to leave a small reminder.  Then she retracted
them, with a sharp "sknict."  Making the best eye contact that she
could with the goggled man, she turned and walked slowly away.
          Leaving the room, she found that she was shaking and her
knees suddenly went weak.  Leaning against the wall, she slid
down it and began to reflect on what she had just done.  Katie
Logan had just threatened, with physical violence, the leader of the
X-Men.  What had she been thinking?  It was like someone had
just taken over, pushing her out of the drivers seat.
          Scott would probably tell Jean everything that had happened
and would hate her forever.  All bravado was lost and the young
mutant folded into herself, sobbing.  What had she done?

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	Scott exited shortly after the incident, but from the far
door.  He pressed a palm into his chest, over where Katie had
"clawed" him, so to speak.  It had hurt, he'd be the first to admit,
but she had a point, no pun intended.  He saw in her not a young
Logan, as he had before, but a child trying to protect that which
she loved.
          He could understand that.  Cyclops felt that way about a few
people in his life and had in fact done exactly what young Katie
had done in a few instances.  Which was why he was going to keep
the incident to himself.
          He let a small smirk cross his handsome features.  Katie was
turning out to be quite the young lady and an impressive an X-Man.  He 
never would have guessed it.  The smile fell from his face as he 
contemplated how hewas going to hide the evidence of their "encounter" 
from his wife.

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          Logan puffed on his cigar as he strolled near the boat house. 
Jean and Scott were still renovating and had ceased living there
while the work was being completed.  With Bishop away to only
God knew where, Logan had begun walking the grounds again,
looking for trouble.  And he found it.
          He had smelt her first.  But his keen ears picked up the
sound of her tears and he  made visual contact.  Tucked in, slightly
behind a cement fern potter, was his daughter.  It appeared to
Logan, from that distance, that she had cried herself to sleep.
          "What the hell..." He muttered to himself, approaching her. 
She should have sensed him moving towards her, but she hadn't
done anything to show that she even noticed he was there.  Which
was odd and slightly disturbing.  Kneeling beside her, he softly
gripped her shoulder and shook her gently.  "Kate, you in there? 
Come on, short stuff, wake up."  He continued the motion until he
sensed her beginning to stir.
          She looked up at him, squinting in the fading sunlight, trying
to place where she was and who she was with.  Her eyes were
puffy and red from crying, face streaked with those tears, lip
bleeding slightly where she had apparently bit it.  What had made
her so upset?
           "What going on?"  the blunt method had always worked
with her and he was sure that now was no different.  But his words
only caused her to begin crying again and he sighed, rolling his
eyes.  He would never in a million years, understand the creature
that was woman.  Pulling her towards him in a fatherly embrace,
he attempted to comfort her, from what he had no clue.  But as he
pulled her into his arms, he caught a scent that was like no other. 
It was the perfect blend of dial soap, crest toothpaste, and ozone. 
Summers.  Had to be.  But what could Scott possibly have done to
leave Logan's daughter in a sobbing heap outside of his domain? 
He didn't know but he was sure as hell going to find out.  "What
happened between you and Cyclops?"  He asked, a bit harsher than
was needed.  Which only drew more sobs out of the girl.  "All
right, can the waterworks.  What the HELL is going on."  He gave
a few seconds to try to compose herself as she shot him a few dirty
looks, then prodded her to speak. 
          "  I'm not exactly sure how it started, but I...I..."  She burst
into sobs again.  Rolling his eyes, yet again, he shook her gently.
          "Stop it.  What did you do?"
           "I threatened to kill him..."  She said it so softly that if his
hearing wasn't enhanced he would have missed it.  Initially
shocked, he shot her an odd look.
          "YOU threatened to kill CYCLOPS?"  OK, he was definitely
shocked.
          "Yes.   And now he's gonna tell Jean and she's going to
HATE me..."  And again, the waterworks started up.
          "Oh, I get it.  You're more concerned about how Jean'll feel
about you than the fact that you threatened the leader of the X-
Men.  I see."  His tone had become gradually lighted as he realized
that this wasn't nearly as serious as she must think.  "Let me tell
you that you advice nothing to worry about.  He's probably more
embarrassed that you told him off than anything and won't even
mention it to her."
           "But that's no the worst part..."  She sobbed against his
chest.  "I poked him in the chest with my claws.  Even if he doesn't
tell her, she'll see and she'll hate me even more."
          "Oh, baby, it'll be ok..."  He rocked he back and forth beside
the potter, trying as hard as he could to thin of something to tell his
daughter and failing miserable.  This could be a problem.  And it
was his job as father to solve it.   

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