The Story That Started It All
Logan chuckled, and shook his head. "Darlin', did you even pay attention to the needle prick when they gave you that physical after your first few missions? I did. They drew blood, and kept it. I also saw that they only gave their best agents physicals. Take a little of this DNA, a little of that DNA, mix it all up and you've got a combo of your best people, raised however you want to make them the perfect machines."

Horse Sense
"What's a horse for, anyway?"

"It's for ridin'," Logan had answered in that raspy voice of his. "You get a saddle and bridle, put them on the horses and ride 'em around."

Well, Lynx had neither saddle nor bridle with her--truth be told, she wasn't sure what they were--but she was certain that she could ride the creature without them. After all, it didn't look very smart.

Mending the Broken
Domino paced softly across the room, kneeling in front of the young man.

Black, greasy hair fell in long, unbrushed strands. He wore only boxer shorts, and the waistband was soaked with sweat. His back was against the corner cupboard, but stretching around his sides like long claw marks were scars, jagged and broken.

Childhood Secrets Have No Importance . . .
Her heartrate sped up and she grabbed at a carrot, the first thing she saw that was edible. He said something, but she didn't pay attention to what it was as she closed the door and hurried for the opening into the other room. Dangerous. Men were very, very dangerous.

Unwelcome Visitors

She found his jugular and injected the sedative, then watched him closely. Only a second went by before his body relaxed, and she had to catch him to keep him from falling.

She carried him back into the room with Pete, Kitty, Logan, and Cable and put him down next to the two other unconscious people.

Coyote
The tang of blood entered his nostrils as a whine reached his ears. Logan stopped and looked around, not knowing what was causing the smell or sound. With a third sniff he recognized the smell of coyote, and the fourth twitch of his nose sent the hairs along his spine bristling. It was no natural occurrence that caused the coyote pain; it was metal. Something from a man.

Forgotten Dreams
Walk into a room. Partner's still upset because of the car wreck that morning. I need new pants. These are too big. Take stock of surroundings. Two agents we're supposed to talk to are there. Another agent in the corner has a boy with him. Young boy. The boy's agent points to my partner. Boy looks up, at me. Brown eyes meet blue eyes. Something passes between us, and then--

Open Your Eyes . . . And See
There was a shout, a yelp of glee. Pete looked up and saw Lynx riding her horse, yelling for Vault to watch. The boy, his leg over the fence, nodded that he was. He cheered when Lynx made her horse canter on cue.

Did murderers cheer?

Growing Up
Constance nodded once and closed the door behind her. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face Trace, who looked infuriatingly bemused. "How do you know when a girl starts getting . . . um . . . I mean, when do girls turn into women?" Better to start simple.

A Different Kind of Surprise, Or, "Gay" Doesn’t Always Mean Happy, Dummy
Azul and Kurt, in the future.
"So," Kurt said at last taking a deep breath. "You're gay?"

Azul nodded.

"You're sure?"

Azul grinned.

Kurt grinned back. Identical grins. "Right. Stupid question." They both shot looks at Logan--at the same time--then looked back at each other.

"Logan, don't," Kurt said even as Wolverine's mouth opened. It closed with a click, but there was a definite grin starting.

Kurt opened his mouth to give his long time friend another warning, but it was too late. "There somethin' we should know, fuzzy? I mean, you two are practically identical. . . ."

Angel’s Clover
Azul Wagner and Michael Worthington.
He looked down at the phone number, printed in Marienne's neat handwriting.

He loved Marienne. Ask anyone. They would tell you.

Michael sighed and crumpled the paper unhappily.