Endeavour Nikolas Stark is perfectly fine as is.
As a child he had been extraordinary, finding a home among the friendliest of people at Charles Xavier's School For the Gifted, and finding himself Gifted in many ways just beyond the X-Gene in his DN...
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Give if you must.
For Nikolas, waking up in strange locations has become his new normal.
And so, with that in mind specifically, when he woke up spread across the back seat of a car with his head in Rogue's lap and his feet in Bobby's, he sighed and stretched slowly.
Rogue's excitement was palpable, ever present in the small space of the car, her words much too far away from Nikolas to understand. He latched his mind onto Logan's as he tipped forward, propping his head on his hands and his elbows on his knees. Nikolas relied on Logan's mind and the feeling of the skin of his left elbow digging into the hard metal of his fake knee as he sat there.
The larger man's mind was entirely calm as he welcomed Nikolas into his mind easily. Pressing against the Doctor's conscious in a way of providing comfort, he drove easily with one hand, reaching with the other in between the seats to grab at Nikolas' hand. He supplied it easily, squeezing Logan's hand in a three beat pattern.
Nikolas couldn't be sure how long he sat there before Bobby spoke in a tone that he could understand.
"This is it." He sounded impossibly upset. "Home sweet home." Bobby Drake's tone did not match the apparent sentiment of his words.
He climbed out of the car first, John from the passenger seat next and Rogue through the driver's side back seat door. The three door's closed in soft succession, leaving Nikolas and Logan to stew in the smaller man's non-verbal temperament.
"I'm not gonna have you talk Doc." Logan's voice was impossibly soft. "Not if you can't, or whatever. Just stick with me. Bobby can get you some clothes and we can see about getting your nose cleaned up better."
Nikolas hummed, the small weak sound the only reply he felt capable of making.
Logan seemed spurred by the simple hum. He dropped his hand from Nikolas' opening his car door and stepping out.
When the door shut behind Logan, the Doctor felt a feeling of panic rise irrationally fast in his chest. The enclosed space reminiscent of a time not too long ago when being trapped in a car nearly lead to his death, Logan opened the door before his thoughts could spiral any further.
Nikolas reached for him, his hand wrapping around Logan's as soon as it was in his reach. Logan helped him from the car, entirely unfazed by how much Nikolas sought his touch.
Nikolas wanted more than anything to disappear, but Bobby Drake's house looked much more welcoming than he thought it would be. They held hands as they walked up the sidewalk, Nikolas' eyes focused solely on the house itself rather than his own behaviors.
It was irritatingly normal.
Two story, six windows on the front. A road bike sitting free on the front porch, showing that they had enough trust in the neighbors to not steal it. When Logan opened the front door, Nikolas knew it would lead to a boringly normal sitting room covered in family photos.
