Author's note: I have no idea how I feel about this chapter, especially the ending. So please give me any constructive criticism you can, writing a Logan fic is ten times harder than I ever imagined and I could use all the help I can get. PS. To any of my Journey Homewards fans that will be update soon I promise, I just need to find a good beta reader.

~Cassandra

There were two things Logan loved more than anything in the world: cigars and his motorcycle. Whenever Britain got into trouble with the big bad wolf (which was often), she always relied on one of those two things to get her out of hot water; either by buying Logan new cigars or new oil for his bike. It never really got her completely out whatever mess she made (Logan wasn't one to be easily bought), but it did a good enough job, that Logan didn't force her back on the road. Not that the man could if he wanted to.

Either way, that being said, there were also three things to mess with, that would make Logan gut you like a fish. One: hitting him below the belt in any circumstances. Two: surprisingly harming her somehow made it onto his list. And three: touching his precious bike. No one touched Logan's bike, but him. Not even Britain could put a finger on it, without Logan biting her head off. Knowing all this, Britain was not surprised, when Logan pulled over the instant a sound resonated from the back of the camper…where his bike was. "Stay here, Brit." Logan muttered, getting out the passenger's side.

Britain rolled her eyes, immediately doing the opposite. For whatever rhyme or reason, Logan liked to treat her as a kid. Something which she obvious was not, especially not at the age of twenty-three. Besides which Britain wasn't one to follow directions so easily. She was her own person and could handle herself perfectly fine. "It's fucking cold." Britain cried, rubbing her arms.

"I told you to stay in the truck." Logan growled.

"Why? It's just as cold in there as it is out here. Especially now that my source of heat is gone." Britain replied, inching her way towards him.

He gave her an unamused look. "I'm not your heater, kid. Now get back in the truck and change before you get hypothermia."

"I'm not a kid, Logan. When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I do not need to be babysat." Britain argued, ignoring the fact he was right. A red summer's dress might work fine in a heated bar, but it worked shit outside of it. Still Britain couldn't bear to change into something warmer and less revealing. Call it part of her mutation, but Britain had to always look good. She had an unhealthy obsession with clothes and lipstick, almost like most girls did-except their desire to look nice, probably didn't entail the reason to turn everyone they saw into their slaves. At least Britain hoped it didn't.

Logan rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he gave the large white tarp a hard poke. Besides him, Britain let out an impatient sigh. They both knew someone was there, so why not just tear the tarp off in the first place? "Seriously?" Britain asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Shut up." Logan muttered, throwing the tarp off.

Britain blinked as the sight of a familiar green jacket came into view. It was the runaway from the bar. The one who warned Logan about the knife-not that he hadn't known the moment it clicked open. Still they owed her for the warning. "What the hell are you doing?" Logan gruffed-apparently though Britain was the only one feeling in debt to this girl.

"I'm sorry. I needed a ride, thought you might help me." She apologized.

Britain frowned, shaking her head. "You know normal people ask, right? It's considered polite to let us at least say 'no,' before you hitch a ride next to Logan's baby. He loves that thing more than life, itself."

That got her a quick glare from Logan. Thankfully though he was too focused on their extra passenger to do anything. "Get out." Logan ordered, tossing the bag out.

"Logan-"Britain started, only to be cut off.

"Where am I supposed to go?" the girl questioned. Britain wanted to yell at the girl. That was exactly how not to convince the wolverine to do something.

"I don't know." Logan unsurprisingly grunted.

"You don't know or you don't care?" the girl continued as she hopped out. And there was strike two for you folks. One more strike and she's out, ladies and gentlemen! Her next line could decide her fate.

"Pick one." Logan spat, turning towards the camper.

Britain gave the girl a sheepish grin, raising a finger. "Just one moment please-"

"Brit, get in the truck-now." Logan ordered, standing impatiently by the driver's side.

Sighing Britain made her way over to the truck. She gave the girl one last glance; only this time it wasn't a stranger Britain saw, but herself. Just a few years ago that had been her-standing on the roadside trying to hitch ride. All the while ignoring the feeling of fear, cold, thirst and hunger running ramped through her stomach. Oh what she would have done for someone to show some kindness to her then. "You know you're not going to leave her, so why act as if you are?" Britain murmured to Logan.

"Cause I am." Logan insisted. "And I'll leave you too if ya don't get in the damn truck, Britian-"

"I saved your life!" the kid reminded.

"No, you didn't." Logan called out. He shot Britain a look telling her to get moving.

Britain shook her head, planting her feet firmly in the ground. She had no doubt that Logan wouldn't leave them. It just wasn't who he was. The stupid asshole was actually a big teddy bear under all those snarls and growls. If he wasn't then Britain wouldn't be so enamored with him. "Fine, have it your way. Freeze." Logan grunted, slamming the door.

"Don't you even think about it, Wolverine!" Britain snapped, pounding on the car door.

Logan didn't even bother to look at her as he drove off. Instantly the screeching of 'bastard'escaped her. The strange girl came to stand next her, leaning slightly into Britain so heat raided onto her without having to touch her. "Wow, he's such an asshole." She murmured.

"Nah, Logan likes to pretend that he's the big bad wolf, but he's really just a softie underneath it all. Give him a few seconds, he'll stop. Trust me, this isn't the first time he's driven off on me." Britain smiled, recalling those moments. Arguments between her and Logan were common. They argued at least thrice a day. Fighting was different subject though. While the two argued like an old married couple, they rarely fought. When they did though, it always ended up with one of them storming off. Almost as if Logan or her were trying to say to the other 'see? I don't need you. You need me.' However, neither of them ever believed it and the other always came back in a matter of minutes.

"Omg, he actually stopped! You were right!" the girl cried.

Britain merely smiled, "Of course, he did. He's not evil, you know? Now don't say anything to piss him off."

He must be crazy, Logan decided. Stopping like this to let not one-but two kids into his truck. As if Britain wasn't enough of a handful as it was, now he would be responsible for her and the other kid. If he was smart, Logan would have just left them and returned to his normal routine. The one that didn't consist of having to protect and worry all the time about someone who wasn't himself. The thought alone was nearly enough for him to put the car back into drive. One look in the rearview mirror though, ruined any ambition he had of driving off.

She was still wearing that fucking red dress of hers. Damn woman-she would freeze in seconds. And if by some miracle Britain didn't die or loose a limb, she undoubtedly would be attacked. His teeth grounded at the thought. Like hell Logan would let that happened. He'd rather die than let some creep touch her. "Thanks for stopping." The strange girl said as she stepped in.

Logan ignored her gratitude, his eyes planted firmly on Britain. Already her skin was turning red from the cold. He swore silently berating himself as he continued to scan her for any harm. "I knew you wouldn't leave." She smirked, causing him to growl.

"Let's get one thing clear…the only reason I pulled over is so you don't freeze to death, alright? Otherwise I couldn't care less, now go put some clothes on." Logan ordered, his eyes flashing up at her. She simply smiled, not taking an ounce of his harsh words to heart. The stupid woman seemed to be the only person not scared of him. Not matter how much he yelled, hollered and threatened, Britain never blinked. Instead she gave it right back at him like no one else would. "And don't you dare put on another dress!"

"Whatever, you say darling." Britain grinned, crawling into the back. Within seconds the red dress pooled at her ankles, revealing her matching red silk lingerie underneath. Logan couldn't help, but stare a second longer in the mirror. His eyes tracing the soft curves leading to the swell of her breasts. Suddenly his mouth became dry as his pants started tightening for the second time that day. A displeased growl escaped him as Logan tore his eyes away. The human part of him may have felt predatory, but the animalistic side of him definitely didn't…in fact…it felt possessive.

Luckily his thoughts and desires were drawn away by the strange girl asking for food. He reached over pulling out the package of jerky out of the compartment. He couldn't help, but notice how the kid rushed to take her gloves and eat. She probably hadn't eaten in days by the way she practically swallowed the jerky whole. Silently Logan made himself a mental to pick some food for Britain to cook for them all. If there was one thing that woman was good at it was cooking. It was her second passion next to all that girly crap. "I'm Rogue." The girl spoke, taking off her hood.

He didn't answer. The last thing Logan wanted was for the girl to think he was a nice guy. Especially when he planned to drop her off at the nearest town, after giving her a meal and a couple bucks for the road. Britain wouldn't approve, but it was just too dangerous to have someone else travel with them. Eventually Brit's powers would get to the kid and the results of that happening would be anything, but pretty-for both parties. Something the kid really didn't need to go through. "Were you in the army?" Rogue asked, eyeing the dog tags on his neck. "Doesn't that mean you were in the army?"

Logan quickly put his tags away. He often forget about their significance to the outside world. For nearly everyone else wearing them, meant you were in the army. Whereas for Logan, they were a clue to his unknown past. One he was pretty sure didn't involve military service. Following orders just weren't his thing-at least they weren't now. From the back, he could feel Britain's worried gaze on him. Britain didn't know much about his…condition, but she knew enough just like he knew enough of hers. "Wow." Rogue's shocked voice snapped him out of his daze.

"What?" Logan questioned.

"Suddenly my life doesn't look that bad." She admitted, giving him an awkward smile. It was obvious Rogue had no qualms saying whatever was on her mind. Even if it could possibly insult someone, she needed help from.

"If you'd prefer the road-"

"No. No. It looks great. Looks cozy." Rogue swore, quickly stuffing jerky in her mouth.

"It looks like it needs a good cleaning back here. Normally things aren't this bad, but I got sick last week so all I did was lie around." Britain defended as she squeezed next to him. She sent him an apologetic look to which he ignored. What she said was true. The camper usually looked nice and clean, thanks to Britain. It was her unofficial thing to cook and clean while Logan went out to work. Except for last week that is…Brit caught a bad cold, most likely due to her choice of clothes-or lack of them. Either way the camper naturally fell to pieces with its caretaker lying in bed wheezing and coughing.

He glanced at her, the memory acting as a silent reminder to make sure the woman was dressed. Thankfully she was. Her dress now replaced with a purple knitted sweater, jeans and a pair of boots. She looked warmer than usual, but Logan could tell she was still cold…if her snuggling up to him was any indication. Normally he'd snap at her to put on more clothes, but with the way Rogue rubbed her hands next to them, Logan decided just to put the heat on.

"Put your hands on the heater." Logan directed. He reached out to take Rogue's hands, only to have her quickly move them away. An awkward silence filled the truck as Rogue looked down shamefully. The look caused both Britain and him to stiffen slightly. Neither one of them were strangers to that expression. It was one Britain wore often during the first couple of months they met-one she still wore every so often, when either a flashback occurred or something happened that Logan wasn't able to stop. "I'm not gonna hurt you, kid."

"It's nothing personal. It's just that…when people touch my skin, something happens." Rogue admitted.

"Like what?" Britain asked, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Was this girl like her? Did she have the same problems with people and lust factors? It was possible right? After all, Britain couldn't be the only mutant with this type of abilities. There had to be someone else-had to be.

"I don't know. They just get hurt." She murmured, her brown eyes meeting Britain's. "It's not like your ability though…whatever that was back at the bar."

Britain nodded, seeing the unspoken question in Rogue's eyes. Sighing she pushed back a dark strand of hair behind her ear. She should've know better than to hope for someone else like her. Should've know better than to wish a fate like hers on anyone else. "Let's just call it lust control, cause I have no idea what it is either. All I know is that I can make anyone want me, by one single touch-sometimes not even that. Sometimes they just have to look at me and the desire sets in. And with the desire or lust implemented in them, I can possibly control them if I, myself have control over my powers-which is rarely. Tonight was one of those rare times."

"It was also one of your stupid times." Logan berated, exhaling some smoke.

Rogue's eyes moved from Britain towards his knuckles clutching the wheel. "When they come out, does it hurt?"

"Every time." Logan answered, his eyes not leaving the road. Britain bit her lip, sliding a gentle hand across his shoulder. The great wolverine wasn't one for touchy feely. Especially when it came to Britain and her more than obvious crush on him. However that didn't stop her from trying to give him comfort here and there. And surprisingly he didn't stopped her or say anything either. There was just silence between them, when she did something like this. A soft silence though, not a harsh uncomfortable one. "So, what kind of a name is Rogue?"

"I don't know. What kind of a name is Wolverine?" Rogue questioned.

A small smirk threatened to break out on his face to which he ignored. The girl had guts, he'd give her that. Not once during this whole trip did she seem scared of him. In fact Rogue seemed to have no problem telling him exactly what was on her mind…kind of like someone else he knew. "My name is Logan." He answered, giving in.

"And I'm Britain." Britain introduced. A soft smile on her face at the prospect of having another companion. While Britain was beyond grateful to have a Logan by her side, it would be great to have someone else to talk to. Someone who possibly didn't mind her obsession of lipstick or understood the pains of a monthly. Or at the very least, someone to talk to, when Logan wasn't there.

Rogue cocked an eyebrow at her. "Britain? Is that like Wolverine?"

"No, it's just Britain or Brit depending on who you ask." Britain replied.

Logan snorted at her words. Depending on who you ask…he was the only one to call her Brit or Britain for a matter of fact. Since he was the only one conscious of her existence, just like she was for him. Without each other, they'd be wandering shadows. Going many places and meeting many people but never truly being remembered. Not that he'd mind it. That was his life after all up till a year ago, when they met. Life was definitely easier then. "Don't bother, kid. I've been traveling with her for a year now and she still hasn't told me, her real name." Logan informed.

Britain frowned, punching him softly in the arm. "That's because my name is Britain."

"Right. And people forget their own name all the time." Logan muttered.

"I was nervous." Britain defended

"I'd hardly say stalking someone is being nervous, especially for three months." Logan pointed out, taking another inhale of his cigar. The memories fresh in his mind. For those first few months, Britain barely responded to her name being called. Hell, she often drew a blank when Logan called her by Britain. Or better yet, she once insisted her name was Brittany instead of Britain-that was when he really knew she lied.

Rogue cracked a small smile, staring at the two of them. While she had her doubts at first, they were quickly vanishing. Britain was right when she said Logan was a big teddy bear. She could see it easily with the way he acted around Brit. Despite all his roughness and gruffness, Logan truly did seem to care about the woman. "I'm Marie." She finally revealed.

Britain gave her another smile, while Logan's own lips twitched into a smile smirk. "Nice to meet you, Marie. Welcome to the craziness."

"Thanks. I don't know what I'd do if you hadn't given me a lift." Rogue admitted.

Brit waved a hand of dismissal. "Don't worry about it. Seriously, I know what it's like being a runaway. I left home at the age of fifteen. I was on my own for seven years, until I ran into Logan."

"You ran away from home too?" Rogue asked, sounding surprised.

Britain nodded, giving her a sad smile. Her life before running way always brought on a nostalgia she abhorred. There was no point in being homesick, if you could never go back. "Having a power like mine, causes problems. Especially for the people you love the most." Britain replied, softly.

Rogue gazed up at her with an understanding look in her eyes. Despite Rogue's gift being different from hers, Britain was sure she knew how it felt-especially if her skin really did hurt people like she claimed. Life wasn't easy for people like them after all. Being voided of human contact was at times absolutely torturous. Humans-and mutants were physical creatures no matter how much they didn't like people. They needed the touch of another person-not the sexual kind Britain always received, but the soft caring touch that let someone know, they weren't alone. "We're out of those Sno Balls you like." Logan announced. "We'll have to stock up next time we stop for gas."

His words may seemed random, but they brought a smile to Britain's face. As said before Logan wasn't the touchy feely type guy. He preferred fixing things with his fists rather than cuddle on a couch with you. Though the majority of Britain's problems did fall into 'the violence is the answer' category. Either way, when something did come up that didn't fall into the violence category, Logan would be at a loss about what to do. Mainly, because Britain's way of fixing her problems was with a box of sno balls. She never cried, but a good hostess treat here and there fixed a lot. Especially after the third box. Thus making Logan's mention of her favorite treats touching. It was his way of giving her a comforting hand.

"That would be great, but I have a feeling it won't be tonight. The weather getting kind of bad. We might have to pull over for the night, until everything calms down." Britain mentioned. It amazed her, how fast the weather turned bad. Only a few minutes ago, it was only a light dusting of snow. Now it seemed to be coming at them in droves.

"We're not going to have to pull over. Weather ain't that bad." Logan gruffed, inhaling his cigar once more. Britain was always more twitchy weather than he was. She seemed to think that a car accident would be her way of going.

"She's right. The roads are getting bad." Rogue agreed, glancing at them. "You know, you should wear your seat."

Britain rolled her eyes, following Rogue's gaze to the unbuckle Logan. Always living on the edge even if his rebellion was a little ridiculous. Then again if Britain had his healing abilities, she'd probably ignore safety measures as well. "Don't bother trying, he never listens." Britain dismissed.

He glared and instantly Britain knew they were in for a lecture. "Look. I don't need advice on auto safety from-"

"Logan!" Britain cried, just as a tree hit the car. Her body lurched forward, head hitting the dashboard hard. There would undoubtedly be a huge goose egg tomorrow, but that was the least of Britain's problems. Logan had gone flying through the windshield, the second that tree hit them. And Rogue…Britain lifted her aching head, her eyes seeking out other companion. A sigh of relief escaped Britain upon seeing Rogue perfectly safe more or less. However it was shortly lived as a strange igniting sound caught her attention.

Fuck...

Britain thought as her eyes were quickly drawn to the kindling flame in back. It was quickly covering whatever cloth items scattered onto the floor cause of the crash. One item in particular being the same red dress she wore earlier that day. She really should've cleaned up last night. Maybe then both Logan's and hers only possessions wouldn't be, being consumed by flame right then. Her thoughts were quickly diverted by the painful gasping noise Rogue was making. Another swear escaped Britain as she ripped off her seat belt, reaching over to help the young girl with hers.

"It's going to be alright. We're going to get you out of here." Britain assured, jerking at the belt. It didn't budge, however Britain kept going at it. She'd keep trying to rip it out until Logan came and shredded it with his claws. Something Brit had faith he would do. Being around him for a year taught Britain a couple of thing, such as his incredible healing factor that made him practically invincible. That plus her experience of getting into danger with him, made her no stranger to the type of things Logan could survive. Bullet wouldn't hurt him nor a fatal knife attack. So why would a car crash kill him? "Logan? Is he alright? Can you see him?"

"Yes…" Rogue wheezed, grimacing again. "He-he healing himself, but how?"

"That's a question for another time, darling. We need to worry about getting you out of here first." Britain muttered, lifting her head to the cracked windshield.

Sure enough her hero was standing just a feet from them, looking perfectly fine. A small smile fluttered onto her lips. He was alright. Britain shouldn't be relieved by this. After all she knew along that Logan was alright, but still…she was thankful. His brown eyes locked with hers, before scanning over what little of her, he could see. "You two alright? Brit, are you hurt?" he questioned, moving towards them.

"Her seatbelt is jammed. I can't get her out." Britain answered.

He gave her a stiff nod of understanding. Slowly, but surely making his way over to them. A sigh of relief escaped Britain. This would all be over soon. Logan would cut Rogue free and they would try to salvage whatever possible before their home blew up. However her relief was quickly replaced with fear as the familiar sound of Logan's claws rang for the air.

"Logan?" Britain barely got out, before a large figure collided against him with a roar. Within a blink of an eye it sent her fierce wolverine flying into a tree. That sight was nearly enough to send her into a shock. No one had ever done that to Logan-ever. No human at least.

Her panic was quickly put on a back burner though as the flames in back suddenly erupted. Their trail leading to the gas extension of the camper. Shit. Maybe she should've attempted to put out the flames rather than free Rogue. Perhaps that would've been a smart option. Dumbass.

"Well it's too fucking late for that now, Britain." Brit muttered, angling herself to kick the driver's side window. Obviously Logan had his hands full, meaning they needed to find something else to cut the belt. Luckily for Rogue, Brit wasn't as dumb as she appeared. With one swift kick the window shattered leaving behind jagged shards of glass in its frame. Britain grabbed one, ignoring the pain of it cutting into her hand.

"It's going to be okay, Rogue. It's going to be okay." Britain murmured as she sawed through the belt. Though whether or not Britain was truly saying those words to comfort Rogue was still up in the air. There was good chance she was trying to calm herself down, but that was something to worry about when they currently weren't in a car about to explode with Logan fighting some freak out there.

However like always just when Britain thought things couldn't get worse…they did. A large thud drew Britain's attention once again to the windshield. Her eyes instantly landed on the unconscious Logan splayed out on the hood. They widened as they spotted the large beast like man stalking towards them. Instantly fear and panic took Britain as her mind worked to comprehend the situation. Incapacitated Logan, angry monster man, stuck Rogue and ticking time bomb of a camper…fuck…what the hell was she supposed to do? "Britain?" Rogue cried, coughing as the flames consumed the camper.

"It's going to be alright." Britain repeated, grabbing the shard of glass. She struck at the seatbelt hard-harder than before, watching the strands of material begin to fray. Hope welled up in her as she continued to cut. Her attention so focused on freeing the trapped girl, that Britain barely comprehended the array of noises occurring outside the camper. Let alone Rogue's choked warnings of more strange people. It was until the passenger's door physically opened revealing a man and woman, did Britain grasped something other than her own actions.

"We're here to help." The man said, reaching a hand out towards her.

Britain didn't budge. "Not until she gets out."

The man gave her small smile, before touching the strange eye gear on him. A red beam blasted through it, breaking the belt and freeing Rogue. He stepped off to the side as the white haired woman quickly took his place, offering her hand. Rogue took it, grabbing Britain's wrist her other hand. The woman pulled them out, pushing them behind the fallen tree trunk that crashed into the camper. Britain struggled against her, trying to break free as her eyes focused on the hood of the camper. Logan. She'd be damned if she didn't save him.

"It's alright, I got him." the man called out, dragging Logan behind them.

A loud whistling noise screamed from the camper, then it exploded. Instantly the white haired woman pushed them to the ground. Her body covering theirs as metal scraps flew all around them. A full five minutes passed before the strange woman released her tight grip on them. Slowly she rose to her feet, offering them both a hand to help stand. Britain gave her a gracious smile, but waved it off. There had already been enough touching with this woman. And although she appeared perfectly fine and not affected by Britain at all, there was no reason to chance it. Especially with her champion down for the count. "You saved us." Britain said, rather dumbly. "Thanks."

"It's no problem. Like my partner said before we're here to help." The woman replied graciously. "My name is Ororo Munroe, but you may call me, Storm if you wish. And this is my partner Scott Summer, also known as Cyclops."

"It's nice to meet you." Scott smiled, extending a hand.

Britain stared at it, before giving him a small smiled. "I'm sorry, I don't-I can't-"

"It's fine. I understand." He replied, retracting his hand. An understanding expression on his face. "You're not the first person I've met whose abilities can be a danger to others."

"You are like us." Rogue exclaimed, as if everything that just happened finally dawned on her. Which could've been a possibility. The girl was still young and naïve to be fully on terms with not being the only mutant alive. In fact Britain was ninety-nine percent sure Logan and her were the first mutants, Rogue ever met. "You're mutants!"

Scott gave another smile, nodding his head. "We are."

Rogue's face broke out into a large grin. Excitement and pure joy pasted on her face. Yup….Logan and her were definitely Rogue's first mutants. Then again Logan technically was Britain's first mutant as well. Though when she found that out about him, Britain was nowhere near ecstatic as Rogue. But perhaps that had more to do with Britain's excitement about being able to talk to him without Logan being compelled to force his tongue down her throat. Not that she would mind anymore-and there she went off topic again.

"My name is Britain. This is Marie preferably known as Rogue. And that man over there is my companion Logan-a.k.a Wolverine." Britain introduced, despite having no idea what the topic now was. Or if Rogue had already introduced them or not. "Thank you once again for saving us."

"Like Ororo said before it's no problem-really…Britain?" Scott insisted.

Once again Britain smiled at him, reframing from giggling at the half unasked question in the air. Everyone seemed to want to know if her name was really Britain or not. "Still, thank you." Britain bit her bottom. "But if you don't mind me asking, why did you save us?"

The smile of Scott's face vanished, in its place a sterner look. "I don't mind at all, but I'll admit that I'm not the best person to answer that."

"Then who is?" Britain restated, her tone harsher.

"Professor Charles Xavier." Ororo answered, locking eyes with Britain. "He's our employer, as well as our old teacher. He runs an institute in New York for people like us. A school, where mutants can learn to control their abilities and just be themselves."

"A school for mutants?" Rogue gasped. The same joyful look appeared on her face with a pinch of dreaminess. "It's sounds too good to be true!"

"She's right. It does." Britain frowned, her personality doing a completely one-eighty. "Tell me, why does this Professor Xavier run this so called school? I mean, what's in it for him? Better yet, how come I have never heard of this school? A school for mutants-it would be all over the news?"

"Woah, calm down. We don't mean you any harm." Scott swore, hands raised in surrender. "We can answer all your questions on the way there. The Professor wishes to speak with you all-and your friend over there, could get some medical attention. We have a very good hospital-"

"You just have everything, don't you? You see, that's my problem Scott. This all a little too perfect for my liking. First we get attacked by some ape of a man, who somehow manages to kick the shit out of Logan. Then you two appear out of nowhere, defeat wild man-save of us from near death and now you're telling me, there's a safe haven for mutants like us. All very convenient, if you ask me." Britain growled, her hands balling into fist. Why didn't she see it earlier? This was all some kind of ploy, but for what? Or whom? Her? Rogue? Logan? Or all three of them? She had to find out, but moreover she had to protect them.

"We're telling the truth!" Ororo protested, angrily. Her body shifted into a defensive position.

"I'm sorry, I can't chance it." Britain apologized, forcing herself upon Scott. Her lips met his in a solid smack. This perhaps would be the stupidest move she ever made, but it was the only move Britain could think of. If she had control…if she could control one them, then Britain could force the truth out them. And if she kept her control in check long enough, Britain would be able to use them for protection until Logan awoke. All Britain had to do was keep control of herself.

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