AN:
Welcome back to the world of Sam and Wolverine! If you haven't read my first story, Lost, go read that now, because this is the sequel and won't make any sense otherwise.
If you have read Lost, I'm sure you've been waiting eagerly for Found to get posted. The waiting is over, friends! Here's the story that you've been waiting for. With much more plot than the previous story.
Sam's POV:
Two days after my boyfriend was almost murdered, he got into a fight again.
We were at a restaurant, on a date. After all we'd been through together, it seemed a little unnecessary, but it was fun anyway. We had a romantic candlelight dinner, until the guy at the table opposite us began to talk to me.
And he didn't just talk, he flirted. A lot. Until Logan got into his face about it.
"Hey, bub." He snarled, standing and facing the other man, "Get away from my girlfriend."
Hearing him call me his girlfriend always made me smile. Even then, with Logan threatening the poor guy, I felt my lips turning up.
The guy smirked at Logan. "What makes you think you can stop me?"
Standing, I put my hand on Logan's shoulder, and sent a telepathic message to him. Logan, stop. He's a human! Just ignore him.
Logan frowned, but sat back down. I don't like anyone talking to you like that.
Except you. I teased.
Except me. Logan amended.
But the guy didn't take the hint. He just kept on chatting with me. I could tell that Logan was about to punch the man into next week, so I said, "Come on, Logan, let's go."
"Logan?" The man asked in surprise, "You're Logan?"
"It's a common name." I said quickly, not knowing what this was about, and not wanting to get involved in anything.
Logan grabbed my hand, shot an angry glance at the flirt, and led me out the door.
We walked outside in the cold, autumn air. But when we were a little ways away from the restaurant, the man came running up to us.
"Logan!" He called.
Logan spun around, his claws out before I could stop him. He growled at the man, and said, "Go. Away."
"No, Logan, you don't understand. You don't remember me, but I remember you. Wolverine. I flew you to Three Mile Island, to battle Striker."
I gaped at him. "What on Earth are you talking about?"
I was terrified that he knew that Logan was Wolverine, and even more worried about the remembering part. Logan had lost his memory, and although he remembered bits and pieces, it still hadn't fully returned.
Suddenly Logan said, "Three Mile Island. Striker. You."
"Me." The man said, grinning, "Remy Le Beau, at your service."
AN:
How's that for a first chapter? If you've seen X-men Origins: Wolverine, then you know what Remy was talking about. If you haven't, then you probably have no clue who Remy is. Unless you've read the X-men comics.
If you don't know who Remy is, don't worry. He'll be explained in the next chapter.
