A/N: Hey guys, I'm so, so sorry about the ridiculously slow updates. I'm in college and this is the semester that I apply to my school of major not to mention that I was working all summer. Thank you to everyone for the reviews, favs, follows, etc. I haven't been on in so long that all the changes are throwing me for a loop. But here's chapter 2 and chapter 3 has been started on. I tried to make this long but even though it's 6 pages on word it doesn't come out like that on here. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Mending Ch.2

The next morning, realizing I had missed dinner the night before after passing out on my bed, I found my way into the kitchen, Krishna, I mean Kurt, was squatting on a bar stool at the counter. Aw, to hell with it, I thought,

"Good morning, Krishna" I greeted him. His head jerked up in surprise as I walked in.

"Why do you call me Krishna?" he asked.

A small smile played about my lips as I explained "In the Hindu religion Krishna is a god, one that likes to cause mischief, a trickster if you will. He is always depicted with blue skin and sharp teeth, much like you. Please don't take it as an insult; I just think it's really cool."

"Ah, don't worry fraulin, I vas just curious, although, do you think it is vise to call me a god's name, it might anger your got." He said with a worried expression. Surprising a grin I nodded at him reassuringly. Looking down at his now clear hands he asked, "Is there any way that you could put the markings back? I do not wish to make Got angry vith me."

"I'm sorry, I only heal, I do no harm" considering him a moment I said, "You know, maybe this is god's way of showing that He has forgiven you. We were in a church after all and god does work in mysterious ways."

He was silent for a moment, running his thumb over the back of his hand, very quietly he said "Ja, perhaps you are right." A small smile broke over his face and I think he was a little more at peace with himself. Of course who has to walk in and ruin the tranquility of the moment? Yep, you guessed it, the dirty old man himself, damn mut.

"Well if it ain't sleeping beauty. Morin', Kurt." Logan greeted in the eloquence that only he can manage.

"Good morning, Logan" Kurt greeted him.

"Yah missed dinner last night kid." He went on, walking over to the fridge he opened the door and pulled out a carton of orange juice, uncapped it and drank from it without bothering to get a glass.

Pulling a face at his lack of manners I addressed him, "Considering that Jean and Storm dragged me here before I could go to bed like I was planning to, I was tired. Not to mention healing Kurt, which takes energy you know you dirty old man."

"Are you always this feisty in the mornin' darling'?" Logan countered with that irritating smirk of his. Not dignifying that with an answer I glared at him in response.

My stomach reminding me why I had come to the kitchen in the first place, I started rummaging around the cupboards, pantry and fridge in search of breakfast. Finding the pots and pans I set about making bacon and eggs.

"Hey Kurt you want any?" I asked

"Oh, I wouldn't want to put you through any troublez fraulin." He exclaimed.

"Es ist überhaupt kein Problem, ich bin schon machen es für mich sowieso." (It's no problem, I'm already making it for myself anyway.) I said with a smile, I grinned even more when I saw the expression his face after I had spoken to him in German.

"Sprechen Sie Deutsch? (You speak German?)" he asked, slightly stunned.

"Ja. Along with 25 other languages." I replied nonchalantly. Kurt's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head and Logan looked as though he was about to spite out his coffee in surprise.

"What? I like learning languages. When your—" I stopped myself before I could say, when you weren't allowed to have freedom like I was, you learned how to entertain yourself. "I just have a knack for learning languages is all." I concluded rather dully.

"Twenty-five languages and she calls it knack." Logan grumbled under his breath.

"Vell I think dat's amazing, India. Also, it vill be good to have some to speak in Deutsch with." Kurt proclaimed with a smile.

I smiled in return and set a plate of food in front of Kurt who, after taking a bite, proclaimed it's awesome-ness and ate with zeal.

After our meal was completed, with only a few jabs between Logan and myself, Kurt helped me clean up the kitchen. We spoke quietly to each other in German while I washed the dishes and Kurt dried. I had just handed Kurt the last dish when someone grabbed the back of my collar and started dragging me out of the kitchen.

"Come on kid, Charles said I gotta look out for ya so let's get this over with." Said Logan as he continued to drag me unceremoniously down the hall.

"Hands off you dirty old man, I know how to walk, thank you very much." I growled out while twisting out of Logan's grasp. After resettling my shirt I continued to follow Logan. "Where are we going?"

"I'm supposed ta show ya the grounds." He said by way of explanation.

"A tour then? Oh joy." I grumbled. He glared at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Look kid, I ain't any happier about this than you so let's try to play nice and get this over with as painless as possible." He grated.

Turning to face him, I gave him my most coy smile, "Sure. Whatever you say you dirty old man."

I kept walking past him down the hall even though I didn't know where I was going. Behind me I heard something akin to a growl, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine, and not all of them being out of fear.

Logan showed me the classroom wing where school was currently in session. Storm was in the midst of a biology lecture when we passed by her room. Jean was teaching math as we passed her. I was pleased that I wouldn't have to put up with any lessons here. At the end of the hall Logan stopped by a blank part of the wall and pressed an indention, a wood panel slide back to reveal an elevator. "Well that's a neat trick." I said sarcastically.

"Come on kid." Logan grunted. Stepping into the elevator Logan pushed a button and the doors closed and the elevator started to descend. When the door opened again we were standing in yet another hall way, except this one was made of metal and the whole thing looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

"These are the lower levels. Only a few students are allowed down here and that's only when a teacher is with them." Logan explained.

"So, know how to fight kid?" Logan asked without much preamble.

"Excuse me?" I asked just to make sure I heard him correctly.

"Do you know how to fight?" he enunciated like I was slow or something.

Giving him a look that told him what I thought of his intelligence I asked, "Did you seriously just ask me that question?"

"Yeah so are you going to answer it or not."

"I thought the answer would be obvious. I'm a healer, as much as my powers have been abused, I do no harm. So, no, I do not know how to fight."

"Just because you're a healer doesn't mean that yah shouldn't know how ta fight. And if you wanna earn your keep here, you'll learn."

"Earn my keep?" I questioned

"Yeah didn't the professor tell yah? You're ta be trained ta become an X-men." He questioned.

"An X-what? No he didn't tell me anything. What are you talking about?"

Heaving a sigh as though the weight of the world were on his shoulders, Logan shifted so that he was more facing towards me.

"The X-men, it's what we call ourselves. We help mutants who are in trouble, like you. Either we get them out of a scrape or we bring them here for however long they need to get back on their feet."

"And how do you know which mutants need help? It seems to me like we all do, we're not a very accepted bunch." I asked

"The professor finds them with Cerebro."

"Who's Cerebro?"

"Not who, what. Cerebro is a machine the professor designed to help amplify his telepathic powers so he can search all over the world for mutants. And not all of them are in need of help, lots of them have found ways to take care of themselves or hide what they really are." he explained.

"Wow Logan, you almost sounded smart there." I couldn't help but goad the poor guy.

"Shut up kid." He said with a hint of a growl.

Walking over to a door he pushed a panel and the door slide open to reveal a large circular room.

"This is the danger room, it's where the X-men train. It's also where I'll be teaching you to fight."

"No it's not, I'm healer I do no harm." I said again.

"Darlin', like it or not if you stay here, you become and X-men, and X-men fight. So get used to it, professors orders." He argued

"Will see about that." I said quietly as I crossed my arms over my chest.

Logan sighed and started out of the room, he ruffled my hair as he walked past me, grunted and said "Come on kid, let's go look at the outside now."

Once outside Logan explained that the professor owned lots of land that the school rested on and that the land eventually ended in cliffs that dropped into the ocean. He gave me a tour of the gardens and showed me a few trails in the sounding woods. We passed by the huge garage where Scott was teaching a mechanics class. Lastly we came upon the stables.

"Horses!" I gasped out in quite exclamation.

"What'samatter kid? You scared of a few horses?" for once not retaliating to Logan's jib I replied, "No. I love riding, I first learned how to when I was 10." I walked up to the horse nearest me, a beautiful deep brown chestnut that gave a toss of his head in greeting, I reached out my gloved hand and softly stroked his muzzle.

"Well, since you're an adult you can go riding whenever you like so long as nothing happens to the horse or the equipment. The kids used to take classes but the riding teacher left a few months back to get married or somethin'. So now it's only when I or one of the other teachers have time for it, which ain't much."

"That's too bad," I said in reply, "Horseback riding is a wonderful and useful skill to learn, not to mention that it has a sort of calming aspect to it."

Logan grunted, "Well you're gonna have ta pull your own weight around here, so might want ta ask the professor if you could start lessons again. It's bad for the horses to just be standing here anyway."

I gave a little smile, "I might just do that, you dirty old man."

"Darlin' you play with fire, you're gonna get burned."

I gave him a wicked grin, "That really isn't a problem for a healer Logan."

Wanting to get the whole "earn my keep" situation sorted out as quickly as possible I headed back to the mansion with Logan at my heels to go speak with Professor Xaiver. What I thought would be a persuasive conversation between myself and the professor turned out to be very short with me leaving his office as the newly appointed head horse mistress and still having to train to become and X-men with additional training by Xaiver himself to help me learn about my powers.

When I walked out of the office, a dazed look on my face, Logan was leaning against the wall waiting for me. He gave me an almost sympathetic look after taking in my facial expression.

"He does that, never try to argue with a telepath darlin', it just ain't worth the trouble. Come on will have lunch then start you with some easy things in the danger room."