*Set after X-Men. This is really just a teaser chapter so please read and review and I'll post the next(longer!) chapter! :)*

Logan was doing what he did best: sitting a dark bar, breathing in the smoky air that drifted in waves through the room, nursing a beer and chewing on a cigar. He had been there for—well, he had lost track of time at this point. All he knew was that the sun had been up when he entered and now no light shone through the windows. Oh well, it wasn't like he had anywhere pressing to be. Just a sparsely decorated cabin in the middle of the woods. Me, myself, and I.

Logan's gaze landed on the TV positioned high on the wall. The news had just came on, although if he was to take the closed captioning for what it was worth, it was actually still the previous commercial, hawking diet pills for overweight housewives and insomniac bar patrons. The sound was on so low that Logan couldn't hear the audio but he could read the captioning—now finally accurate—clearly.

'Evelyn Finch, daughter of Maine senator Daniel Finch, is still missing. She was last seen three weeks ago, leaving a classroom at the University of Maine, where she is a senior pursuing zoology. There is a reward for information that leads to her recovery.'

The now-familiar picture of the girl flashed on to the screen. Logan glared at the blonde haired, blued eyed face that smiled out to the bar patrons. 'Just some rich kid trying to get some attention. She's probably out on some vacation with her friends and forgot to tell her parents.'

"Last call," the bartender yelled out, much louder than necessary. No more than a dozen people were in the bar, all loners, all quiet. Logan gulped down the last remaining bit of beer and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table. He left, without any of the others really noticing.

It was pitch black on the drive home. The government in Quebec didn't see much sense in putting up street lights in areas where there were more bears than people. That was fine with Logan. He liked being undetectable, unnoticed as he made his way home. The radio crackled, unable to pick up signal as he drove further into the woods. The noise was eerie, but Logan barely noticed. He just wanted to get home, climb into bed, and pass out.

Logan drove without thinking, on an autopilot that was more internal than automobile related. It wasn't until he saw something in the middle of the road, about half a mile ahead, that he snapped back to reality. He squinted, straining to see what it was. He really didn't want to have a collision with a deer, or worse yet, one of the many bears that roamed the area. He had seen firsthand what a large animal could do to a car and he didn't want to be the next victim.

Pressing on the brake, Logan steered the car to the object. As he got closer, he felt an odd rush go through his body. 'Weird.' He squinted again and this time slammed his foot down on the brake. His truck squealed to a stop, sending a cloud of dust up into the air. Through the misty light projected from the headlights, Logan saw a girl. Just sitting in the middle of road, as if it were perfectly normal thing to do.

He pushed open the door and got out of the car. "Hey!" The girl didn't look respond, didn't even bat an eyelash. Logan sighed. Of course. Why would he assume that this would have been easy? "Hey, what do you think you're doing out there?" His voice was gruff yet again, there was no reaction. 'Damn it.' He closed the door to the truck and crossed the distance between them in a few long steps. The girl was looking down, her hair falling into her face. Logan stopped in front of her. "Did you hear me? What are you doing out here?" He reached down and touched her shoulder. She jumped and looked up at him. "Holy shit," Logan exclaimed, jumping back.

It was her. The rich brat that no one could find, sitting right in front of him. Only, the picture on TV wasn't quite accurate. Where the picture had been an image of a shining young face, impeccable hair and makeup, and gorgeous blonde hair, the girl sitting in front of Logan was none of those things. Her clothes were dirty and ripped, her hair dirty and hanging limp, and her face muddy—or bruised, Logan couldn't really tell. He ran a hand nervously through his hair. He didn't want to get involved with whatever the hell was going on. But he couldn't very well leave her out here, in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, alone. "Uh…are you ok? I..uh, have a house not far from here. Do you want to get cleaned up?"

The girl rose wordlessly and walked past Logan to his truck. She waited by the passenger door for him to come to her. He climbed in the driver's side door and leaned over to unlock the door for her. She slipped in noiselessly and pushed herself back into the seat. She was incredibly small, Logan observed. Couldn't have been more than five feet two and maybe a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Whether that was natural or from starving herself was something that Logan cared less about. All he knew was that he had to get rid of this girl as soon as possible. He wasn't going to get involved.