Hey all, I know, I know it's been a while, and I also now that it's a short one. Hang in there. I'l be out with a longer one soon enough. Thanks for being patient guys!

"Logan!" You called out to him in a violent whisper, giving the rest of the sleeping residents the benefit that he did not. "Logan what do you mean a ride?!" You called out as you continued to run after him. He swung open a door at the far end of the hallway and disappeared behind it. As you made your way over, you contemplated the plan that he would have for you. You had a hunch of what he meant by ride. He was going to take you for a ride on his motorcycle, your concern rested souly on the good that he was going to make on his threat.

You reached for the door and disappeared behind it as he had done. Immediately you felt the cold. Wearing only an old T-shirt and high fitted shorts you could feel the humidity and wet cold of the dank garage. As you travelled further in you noticed the wide variety of nice looking cars surrounding you. As you decided which you liked best by colour and shape (you knew next to nothing about cars), you began to wrap your arms around your body for warmth.

"Cold?"

You jumped yet again, but upon your quick recognition of the voice who called to you, your settled down.

Logan was standing next to a large motorcycle, laughing at your recent jumpy attitude. "Yeah" You answered him, striving to cover up your last infraction. "Here" He yelled throwing you a thick leather jacket that he had intended to wear. As he mounted the cycle he revved the engine, and you jumped again. Once you pulled the jacket on, you could feel it's weight weighing you down significantly. You struggled to put it on and as you did it became hilariously obvious that it was two sides too big. He looked up and, laughed out right. "It uh...It suits you." He mocked, throwing up one of his hands. You were about to retaliate when he signalled for you to come over, a smug smile still playing on his face.

He grabbed your collar and puled it up for a second, relieving you from the weight. As he removed some of the heavily unnecessary buckles, it became obvious that it was a lost cause. You watched him, carefully as he played with your zipper. His stiff hair neglecting to fall into his face. He really was good looking and...

You shook your head. "Logan?" You began, finding the need to speak and create a distraction for yourself. "What about you?" You asked, referring to his lack of jacket.

"I got thicker skin." He reminded you. You smiled at his joke, it was silly question to ask anyway, he could walk away from anything... "Alright." He began turning around and revving the engine again, this time much louder.

"You're going to wake up the whole mansion!" You warned him. He ignored your comment signalled for you to jump on behind him, with his chin. You gave the bike a once over and bit your lip...

"Common." He pressured. Slowly, you swung your leg over the bike and allowed yourself to become positioned. Very awkwardly, you placed your hands on Logan's shoulders, and entire 10 inches in between your bodies...

Logan did not speak, though you could see that he had hung his head down in exasperation. You realized in that second that you were doing something very noticeably wrong...

"Hey," He began, turning his head slightly to the side, so that you could hear him better, "Were you planning on staying on this thing the entire time?" He warned, with an undertone of mocking.

"Yes, why?" You snapped, slightly irritated by his tone.

"Well," He started, grabbing both your arms from behind him and bring them tightly around his body, "then you're going to have to get a little closer." He continued to yell back. As he held your arms in place, your pelvis began to slide across the leather seat involuntarily, until you were quite literally budded up against his body. No room for any air in-between. You let out a breath of air and you could feel the heat rising into your ears and cheeks. As he released his grip on you, your heat level did not get any less unbearable. He revved the engine again, and you could think of nothing else but your proximity. You wondered if he was enjoying himself... If he had thought this through...

The hell with the motorcycle ride, the one you were on right now bared little resemblance to the one that you were feeling in your stomach.

The engine revved one last time, and the vehicle took off like a shot, much too quickly sending your head into the whiplash falter. If it was humanly possible your grip increased around Logan, and the firmness of his body became an asset and an enjoyment... His abdomen flexed mercilessly, and you could feel his tough, toned body beneath his paper thin tank top. You winced, and tried to think of something else, but all seemed to be a vicious circle... The wind running crazily through your hair and along your face, your body pressed up against his, and your shamelessly increasing grip each time any of it happened. It was pure insanity, pure, unadulterated anarchy...And yet, strangely...

Pleasant...

Through the constant busy, worried, jumpy, moments that you had had over these last few days, nothing could have prepared your for this ride. The twirl in your stomach was not from worry, but from joy. The pleasure of having nothing to worry about as the wind took you beyond any moment in time and space that you could have gone on your own.

In that moment, you felt...Free. You didn't have to live with the burden of living forever, or the worried, ever lurking shadow of your grandmothers health. There was no work, no mutant powers, and certainly no Remy LeBeau... You laughed slightly as your last conclusion. The fact that Remy was visiting your thoughts at all was all to strange... Was visiting your room tonight not enough? Now he would invade your head while you were with Logan...

You shook your head again, so much shaking... You began to think of Logan again. The whiplash was not only physical now...You tried think of the feelings of freedom again. And you found them. Logan perhaps was in tune with these feeling as well. This, in your opinion was why you thought he brought you on this ride. In small fragments, none matching up the same way as your own; Logan knew what you were feeling. He knew what you were going through.

True, that while you rode on that bike, nothing was going to touch you. Nothing excluding him of course... Though, somehow, Logan's touch seemed like something that you had no intention of complaining about... Logan's touch was warm, and safe, and...

Suddenly, the noise of sirens broke the delicate world that you had found yourself in, and the wind began to leave your hair as Logan slowed down. Once your reached a stop, you found yourself slowly regaining the weight of the world that you had left behind not long ago.

"Shit." Logan said out loud, "Damn cops." He whispered.

"Now what?" You called to him.

"Just let me do the talking." He began. The door of the cop car closed and you could hear the weighted footsteps of an officer approaching. You sealed your mouth shut for the time being.

"Officer." Logan spat in greeting, his attitude already beginning to show. Your thoughts raced...'Urgh....Here we go again...He's going to get us thrown in jail with that attitude...'

"Do you have any idea how fast you were going back there." The man began, his ticket pad coming out simultaneously.

"Yup." Logan answered calmly.

The cop took a step foward and leaned in,"You were going 120 in an 80 zone." The cop replied, this time with a slightly more irritant tone, getting into Logan's personal space significantly. You stood up perfectly straight in disturbing awe. The man was close. Strangely close.

"Hey," Logan, remarked back rudely, "I'm all about the law bub but if you're thinkin' that I'm going to bargain my way out of a ticket by blowing you then you got another thing coming'." Your eyes widened and you fought the urge to slap Logan upside the head. Was he insane?...Yes you admit that the officer got strangely close to his face....But still. He was the law, he could take you in if he wanted to...

The officer laughed under his breath and backed away, "Oh that's funny." He said, sounding as though he was mocking him. "That's real funny. I tell you what, you're such a comedian that I'm not even going to take you in for not putting on a helmet. But you're little, uh...Girl friend on the other hand." He laughed, taking out his handcuffs, and grabbing your wrist roughly.

"Logan!" You screamed, as he handled you as indelicately as possible. You could feel the anxiety building up inside you, and your panic filled the air. He practically strangled your wrists and managed to get a cuff onto one of your hands. You winced from the pain and became aware that the man you were dealing with was devilishly crooked... Something wasn't adding up.

In seconds, with little more than a peep from Logan, you heard the unmistakable sound of his claws erupting from his knuckles, and in mere seconds, you could no longer feel the force of the man on your wrists. You grasped your right wrist from the pain and looked over to see that Logan had dealt with the situation. The man laid on the floor, not appearing worried, but rather...Strangely pleased to see Logan stirred. He stood up and straightened himself out. Logan took a step forward with his claws bared, "You want another?" He seethed.

The cop did not answer him, instead he made a cruel smirk and turned his heel back to his car. The engine began and he drove away. Just like that...

You could see from Logan's profile that his face was mangled and confused beyond reason. He was lost. "What- the - hell- was- that?!" He yelled, not to you directly, but to the heavens. "Damn, cops, think they own the God damn world." He mumbled as he approached you. He stormed over to you his hand extended.

You hesitantly showed him your wrist, and he took hold of it. He examined the painful looking red marks that the man head left. And your hand was beginning to turn black at the fingertips again, a typical sign of fear and lack of circulation for you. "You alright?" He asked sternly with an undertone of worry, looking at your face quickly.

"Yeah... It's fine Logan- they turn black when I'm nervous sometimes. ." You tried to rationalize, letting out a breath of air. Truthfully, you knew no real way to answer him. He seemed angry, and you didn't want to further provoke him. He grew silent as he began to fiddle with the cuff further. You let out a peep from a painful gingle that he had just induced.

He stopped, and looked you once over. "Sorry." He said letting out a breath of air. He extended his hand and released one of his claws, he took it to your wrist and sliced away at the metal with ease.

Upon finishing he mounted his bike without looking back, as you followed slowly behind you walked over to his side. He noticed you right away, and looked up, "What was that Logan?" You asked, deciding that it was better to ask now rather than later.

He took in a deep breath and exhaled, "I don't know."

"He just left...Just like that... Did you know him maybe?"

"No. No I didn't know him. He was just some fag." He said sounding especially ignorant. It was silent again for a few seconds then he piped up. "He smelled funny though...Like...Women's perfume."

"Hrm..." You began, "You sure that you weren't smelling me?" You reminded him, "Women's perfume, that's a pretty strange sent for a man...Even if he was...Well you know..."

"No." He said flatly. "No, it wasn't you. It was different...Familiar." He trailed off. You raised an eyebrow.

'Familiar...' You thought.

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