Logan's day had started out so well. It had been one of those days that people can look back on in times of hardship as a reminder of how good life could be.

The morning Danger Room session had ended with a new obstacle course record, his breakfast hadn't been burned despite Kitty's instance on helping in the kitchen (he still wasn't sure how the kid messed up toast but as long as she didn't touch the bacon he didn't care enough to learn), the new laser-cannons arrived a week early and to top it all off his favorite hockey team won their match.

In hindsight he should have known something bad was going to happen.

It all started as he was on his way to test out the new additions to the Danger Room. While he stood there waiting for the elevator, the familiar sent of spiced tobacco drifted in through an open window accompanied by the steady 'crunch, crunch, crunch' of booted feet on the gravel.

Leaving his new toys for later, Logan made a beeline for the front door and while part of him wondered why Gambit was bothering with the main entrance a slightly louder part was looking forward to the fight.

Throwing open the front door he was prepared for battle only to find a calm and relaxed Gambit standing on the porch with his fist raised as if to knock. Without missing a beat the Cajun lowered his hand and offered what was probably his most charming smile while adjusting his coat.

"Bonjour Wolverine, Colossus and Ah have come to join da X-Men."

Sparing a quick glance to the Russian standing behind Gambit, he made no move to allow the pair over the threshold. Cracking his knuckles Logan was about to growl a string of profanity and physically escort the Cajun off school property when the Professor appeared wheeling up the hall.

"Mr. LeBeau, Mr. Rasputin, I'm pleased to see you decided to take my offer. Please come with me to my office and we can discuss your memberships."

"Wit pleasure Professor, excuse moi."

As slippery as an eel he twisted past Logan (who was still standing in the middle of the door) and followed Xavier into the mansion.

"Pardon me, Mr. Logan, but may I enter?"

The thick Russian accent brought Logan out of his shock and prompted him to move aside to let the young man pass. As he watched the three disappear around the corner he thought about following and demanding Gambit be tossed out on his ass, but he knew what Xavier would say.

'Everyone who comes to the institute looking for a home has a place here, regardless of their past.'

He still joined them as the Professor welcomed the two to the X-men and went over what would be required of the ex-acolytes, both on and off the team, along with the promise that they were free to go if they ever wished to. Rooms were assigned (with Gambit being next to Logan, much to the Cajun's dismay and the Canadian's delight) and Scott was called in along with Jean to provide a tour and smooth over any issues from them being introduced as new X-men.

As the younger mutants left the office Logan moved from his place by the door to stand in front of the Professor's desk.

"I don't have to be a mind reader to know what you're thinking Logan."

"I'm gonna say it anyway, I don't like it Chuck."

"They wouldn't be the first mutants we took in who fought for the other side. I believe Mr. LeBeau and Mr. Rasputin will make excellent additions to the team and if given a chance may even become valued members of our eclectic family."

Leaning back in his wheelchair the Professor held Logan's gaze with one that said the discussion was over. Accepting that he was overruled in his matter Logan didn't bother holding back his annoyed grunt.

The professor just laughed when he suggested they hide the good silver.

The first month following the arrival of the new X-Men was filled with headaches, small explosions and several near-brawls in the rec-room.

Misunderstandings about personal vs. public space "No one told me dat dis here garage was off limits!", unwillingness to conform to uniform standards, "Why da hell would Ah want to wear yellow when Ah do most my work in da shadows? Dat just doesn't make any sense.", and a complete disregard for personal safety when around Rogue "It was worth it!" kept Logan on edge more so then usual.

At least the Russian didn't give him any problems (except Logan was sure the young man understood more English then he let on).

With time, and several missions that were just this side of disaster if not for Gambit or Colossus, the two found their place in the mansion and despite his suspicions Logan began to relax around them. That is to say he removed the tracking chips from their boots and stopped following Gambit whenever he left school grounds.

As much as he hated to admit it the Professor was right about them. In truth he had accepted Piotr after he used his own metal coated body to shield Jubilee during a training session when Amara's lava got out of control.

As for Remy, he had earned his place a different way.

The gym wasn't exactly a place he expected to find students on a Saturday night but the steady "thwack" and "whumph" sounds coming from down the hall were unmistakably that of a fight between two experienced opponents. Out of habit he headed towards the training room to check on whoever was inside and to make sure they were following the "No Powers in the Boxing Ring Rule" he'd instituted after Cannonball thought it would be a good idea to try and bounce off the ropes like a pro wrestler while at full power. It was fine with him if the students wanted spend more time working on their hand –to-hand but there were a few mutants (X-23) who took sparing a little too far and he didn't feel like cleaning blood stains out of the mats again.

The well-oiled door swung open silently as he entered the large gym. Most of the lights were off except for the ones above the ring, leaving the rest of the room in shadows. The two fighters squared off, their stances ready but not rigid, each looking for an opening. The smaller one moved first, going in with a hard right that would had knocked a lesser man back.

"Ah know you can hit harder den dat Chere."

"Maybe Ah don't wanna mess up your pretty face for pictures tomorrow."

She followed up with a sharp elbow to his side that had the Cajun gasping for air.

"Dats good, next time try following up wit a second hit."

Taking hold of her arms he positioned her elbow where it had just struck before showing her how to twist and move into a second strike with her opposite fist.

Staying in the shadows, Logan watched as the two continued working on different moves while trading barbs that didn't have any real sting to them. Instinct wanted him to separate the pair and demand Gambit remain at least 20 feet away at all times, but even Logan knew that was an unreasonable request. Beside it had been a while since he had seen Rogue smile like that.

Staying a few more rounds he allowed himself to be impressed by Gambit's skills and by his willingness to let Rogue beat the shit out of him. It also didn't escape his notice that while Remy was dressed from head to toe, Rogue was sporting a pair of knee length pants and a tank top that exposed far more skin then she was usually comfortable with.

Leaving the gym as silently as he entered Logan continued on his way. The next day when a group photo was taken outside the mansion he pretended not to notice the Cajun's arm around Rogue's waist.

He still growled a warning when the man's hand slipped down to her hip, he wasn't that accepting, at least not yet.