Disclaimer: I own none of the X-Men characters and the Mythbusters belong to themselves, pretty much. Don't sue me, I'm broke anyway. These stories are set when the X-Men recently set up shop in San Francisco, the territory of the Mythbusters.

Mythbusters meet X-Men!

The bar wasn't far from M5 Industries, and had been used a few times by the Mythbusters. The rather bemused hostess/bartender had helped with several 'intoxication' myths on the show, and the staff liked to visit to boost her business a bit.

Tonight, however, Jamie Hyneman was there on a more serious mission. In his usual beret and white shirt, he walked in, checking out the dim bar through his glasses. Seeing what he was looking for he advanced, making his way up to the bar before sitting down beside a short, brown haired man.

"Logan," Jamie nodded to the muscular man dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans, along with cowboy boots.

"Jamie," Logan, known to some as James Howlett and also as Wolverine, nodded in a friendly way. He looked at him curiously, "I was surprised you came when I called."

"I figured you could track me down if I didn't," Jamie admitted. He waved the bartender down, "Beer for my short friend, scotch for me."

"He's already had three," the bartender noted, "he gonna be okay to drive?"

Jamie calmly answered, "Trust me, he'll be fine."

Logan snickered at that, "Thanks."

They both took a drink then Jamie asked, "You dragging me back to Weapon X?"

Logan looked a bit surprised, "That's why you thought I contacted you?"

Jamie felt a burst of relief, though he hid it well. Both he and Logan had been subjects of the Weapon X project, a attempt to create improved soldiers. Neither had liked it much. So when they got the chance each had busted out, though they had gone on to different directions.

"So why are you here?" Jamie had to ask. Deadpan he added, "If it's to ask me out, I don't go that way."

Logan snorted. "No, just giving you a heads up that the X-Men are setting up shop in the city," he said, "figured you ought to know, considering how we tend to cause trouble."

"And some of it might splash on me and mine," Jamie nodded, getting the point. They both finished their drinks and headed outside. Annoyingly Logan's healing factor had already killed the effect of the beers, unlike Jamie's more mild healing power.

"Half to admit I was surprised to see you on TV," Logan mused as they walked outside, "what happened to your hair?!"

Jamie smirked slightly, "Had to change my look somehow." As Logan climbed on his motorbike Jamie asked, "Any chance I could borrow the X-Men once or twice? Our website keeps getting asked about myths involving mutants..."

Logan gave him a sceptical look, then frowned. "Well, Cyke has been talking about being more PR friendly," he admitted, "I'll ask him."

"Thanks," Jamie nodded as Logan drove away.

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Cyclops listened to Logan, his expression thoughtful. "Tell me about this guy," he asked, his brown hair falling over the ruby quartz glasses that restrained his power.

Logan gave him a odd look, "What, you've never watched Mythbusters?"

Scott Summers flushed slightly. He was commonly known among the X-Men as being very serious and driven, so he supposed it WAS understandable that Logan thought he's not seen the show. "Yes, I've seen it," he said crossly, "I find them quite informative."

"I think you're kinda missing the point, Slim," Logan said dryly.

Emma frost, who had been lounging in a chair nearby, snorted with amusement. "Scott is pulling your leg," she told him with a smile.

Logan shook his head, knowing that Cyke's dry sense of humor wasn't easily detected. "Anyway, Jamie was suggesting we might wanna help out on a show or two. Might help with mutant public relations."

"It could," Scott agreed thoughtfully. He nodded after a moment, "Contact the Mythbusters and let them know we could help out."

"Hopefully we don't regret this," Logan muttered as he stalked off.

To be continued...?

Notes: Jamie Hyneman has many unusual abilities and a multiple choice past according to Adam Savage. So...