An old thing I found in my archived notes, seems finished and I can't be all that bothered to polish it. Also probably 2-3 years old by now

Lips curled in a snarl, she snaps at Logan as he circles her, crumbling buildings all around them. "Give me your best shot." He smirks, claws unsheathed as he gestures for her to attack him first. Roaring, she dashes towards him before skidding to a stop and swiping at him as he dodges. Smirking at her, he scoffs. "You call that good? That was pathetic, kid." She snarls back in response, irises turning red before she quickly closes them and turns away from him. Her breathing hitches once before she faces him again with deep breaths to calm herself. "You try, then." She snarls out the challenge which makes Logan's day.

"Don't mind if I do." He smirks, dashing towards her and slashing at her with his claws. She dodges, moving backwards and into Logan's trap. He keeps pressing, driving her into a wall. When he has her back to a wall, he keeps going until she's in a corner. Despite trying to fight back, his posture makes him look more intimidating and terrifies her inside. The moment she realises she's in a corner, she panics. She recklessly goes for his face, clawing an eye and diving away when he covers his injured eye.

She takes a minute to watch him and calm down, panting softly as she trembles while he turns to look at her, noticing her shaking. Retracting his claws, he approaches her carefully, recognising the look in her eyes. "Kid, you alright?" He asks softly, keeping his hunched posture to be able to defend himself easily if she attacked. She doesn't answer, her ears twisting back as she crouches so that her forepaws are on either side of her muzzle while her hind paws are tensed and ready to pull her away from him.

"Hey kid. Kid?" He keeps poking, slowly approaching her as she scrambles away twice as fast. His sensitive hearing picks up her accelerated breathing and heartbeat, so loud that a normal person would probably be able to hear it faintly. "Furball, calm down. Kraken." He uses their safeword, trying to break her out of her trance. She shows slight recognition to the safeword but keeps her submissive position. He straightens up and becomes even taller than before. Her response is less positive than he expects. Instead of turning back to normal, she whines and presses closer to the ground, her whole body flat against the ground, trembling and tense.

Trying a different method, he crouches down and cautiously approaches her. "Furball, it's me, Logan. I don't know why you always call me sir, but right now, you need to calm down before you have a heart attack." He slowly slides a hand closer to her and stops when her whining becomes louder, her breathing and heart rate following suit. He sighs, resorting to a last alternative. *Chuck? I need Hank and you down in the Danger Room ASAP.* The Professor immediately responds. *What is it, Logan? I thought you were training with Leia?* He watches the young child sadly, knowing the scared look well. * I was, but she freaked. Now she's on the verge of a panic attack and I have no idea what to do.* Professor X acknowledges, mentally contacting Dr McCoy and telling him to bring a range of sedatives.

Logan slowly places a hand in front of the terrified young wolf, his other hand touching her shoulder. Immediately, she reacts, barking and lashing out by clawing the hand in front of her while biting the hand which touched her. He hisses in pain, pulling both hands away from her on instinct. She backs away, realising who she hurt and whimpers, tail curling in fear. "Hey, no, you're fine. Snap out of it fuzzball." Logan growls, frustrated. Her twin amber irises stare back at him, shrunk in terror. His own blue irises meet hers and she twitches under his gaze, whimpering as her tail curls tighter.

Bursting into the deactivated Danger Room, Dr Hank McCoy and Professor Charles Xavier take in the scenario before them. Wolfsong whines, eyes darting between each of them, gaze lingering slightly on the Professor each time. Professor X gently prods her mind, meeting a solid shield of terror. He sighs softly, wheeling closer. She doesn't move, torn between leaping into his lap and the safety he offers and lashing out like how she did with Logan. "Come here, darling." He says gently, smiling at her comfortingly.

She creeps forward slowly, keeping a wary eye on both other men. As soon as she is next to the Professor, he moves slowly and deliberately, allowing her enough time to react to his every move. He leans down, showing her both empty hands before slowly moving one to gently brush her side. She follows the hand, flinching slightly when he touches her but soon melting into his touch. He strokes her side, relaxing her before he uses his other hand to stroke her spine. She stiffens slightly but lets him make his way up to her head. Gently petting her head, he pats his lap and she moves her upper half onto his lap, allowing him easier access to pet her.

She still watches the other two men warily but doesn't seem as tense as before. The Professor sighs softly, mentally communicating with them. *Hank, just in case she snaps again, prepare a strong sedative. She's young but strong and this close, I don't want to risk anything. Logan, what happened here?* He carefully keeps his attention visibly on the large pup, almost taller than Logan's waist, gently scratching her head and keeping her blissed out. *Well, Chuck, I honestly have no idea. One moment, we were training and I backed her into a corner. Next thing I know, she claws me across the face and makes a run for it, shaking and panting with her heartbeat running a mile a minute. I could hear it from where I stood which told me that something was wrong.* He sighs softly, moving to block Wolfsong's line of sight of Hank so that he can prep the sedative without her panicking.

Charles nods, scratching the base of the pup's ears and watching her expressions, smiling at her doggy grin. She nuzzles the Professor's abdomen, purring softly. He freezes in shock before laughing softly. *Hear that? I think she's purring.* He tells the other two who smile as well, Logan moving slightly closer and crouching down. "Hey, bub. Feeling better?" He asks gently as she turns to him, recognising him easily now. She yaps and moves towards him, slipping under his hand to ask him to pet her. He chuckles, obliging and scratching her ears. Wagging her tail happily, she lays down next to him and catches a glimpse of Dr McCoy with a dart gun.

She instantly panics, barking and scrabbling away. Logan grabs her scruff, holding her on his lap and soothing her softly. "Hey, bub calm down. You're fine. That dart ain't for you." She tries to get away from him, barking and whining in distress. He has a slightly ridiculous idea which he knows might go downhill quickly, shifting his grip to wrap an arm around her throat and press her ear to his chest above his heart. Surprisingly, it works and her struggling slows, her eyes glazing over slightly as she listens to his steady heartbeat.

Charles looks at them both and scribbles in his notebook, shutting it softly. "Fascinating. The sound of a heartbeat calms her, like with young children and their mothers." Hank chuckles behind Logan, quickly putting the dart gun back in its case and locking the case. "That makes you her surrogate mother, Logan. Congrats." Logan growls and turns to face Hank, his heart rate increasing slightly as he prepares for a fight but stops when the pup whimpers, curling up in Logan's lap and staying close to his chest. "Stay calm, Mama Logan. Your surrogate daughter needs your heart rate to be steady to keep her calm." Hank chuckles, smirking at him slightly.

Logan glares at him, cradling her anyway. "Shh, it's alright bub." He sooths as she turns back into a 12 year old human, curled to his chest and dozing peacefully. Standing up, he glares at the other two, daring them to wake her before leaving the Danger Room to bring her back to her room. The other two leave as well, a serious mood in the air. "This will definitely be the first of many breakdowns." Charles sighs, Hank nodding. "Given what little we know about her, definitely. For now though, Mama Logan can handle it."

When he puts her down in her room, Jean looks worried but doesn't ask when he glares at her and gently lays her roommate down on her bed. Pulling the blanket up to cover her and shield her from the cold winds outside the open window, he turns to leave but hears a soft whimper, the young shifter opening her eyes slightly and looking for Logan. Seeing her helpless look, he sighs and sits next to her on her bed, letting her realise who brought her there.

Eyes landing on him, she whines softly, tugging his pants lightly and whimpers. "Papa?" The two wolf ears on top of her head turn back, as if preparing to be hit for asking. He smiles slightly, accepting the title. "Yeah, yeah. At least it's better than Mama Logan." She smiles back, her ears straightening up before she twists to lay her head on his lap. He chuckles softly, knowing what she wants. He changes their positions so that she's cradled in his lap and wrapped in her blanket, smiling as she seeks out his heartbeat and sighs, smiling and whispering two words almost reverently before falling back asleep. "Papa Logan."

Jean smiles at the heartwarming sight, mentally sending the image to the Professor. *Professor? Whatever happened to Leia, it ended adorably. She also called him Papa Logan.* On the other end of the connection, the Prof chuckles, smiling and sending Hank the image and message when the scientist looks at him weirdly. "Definitely an 'aww' moment. Even more so with Papa Logan." Hank sighs, smiling like a lovesick teen.