Disclaimer: I don't own anything X-men related. I don't get paid. I just like writing.

Author's note: This is based after the second movie. If it doesn't fit with the comic books, I apologize, I've never read them. This is my first X-Men fic. If you don't like it, oh well. I just had to write something. Its what I do with my spare time. Anywho... on with the show!

She swept her jet black hair away from her tanned face and tied a brown, leather cord around it, securing it into a ponytail. She wore a solid black tank top, loose fitting khaki pants and scuffed up combat boots. Her deeply tanned arms were thin, yet slightly muscular.

She was standing in front of a bar in a small, sleepy town. She dug through an army-green duffle bag and found what she was looking for, a small wallet. She went into the bar; it was dimly lit and well air-conditioned. She spotted an empty booth, near the back, and sat down. A waitress soon joined her. "Can I take your order, ma'am?"

"I'd like a large glass of water, a burger without the onions, and a beer."

"I'll need to see your I. D. for the beer." She pulled an I.D. out of her wallet and gave it to the waitress, who examined it and handed it back. "Your order will be right out." The waitress said with a smile and then left. The woman merely nodded. A man sat down across from her.

"Interesting order, most people don't go to a bar and order water." She shrugged.

"Unless of course, they've been walking all day and, therefore, need the water in water to re-hydrate."

He nodded. "Good point, how far did you walk today?"

"About 45 miles, it's my turn to ask questions."

He shrugged. "Fire away."

"Who are you? And what do you want?"

He grinned and held out his hand. "Name's Logan, I've got an offer for you." Her food had arrived, so she ignored his hand and began eating.

After a few bites, she looked up at him. "Whatever it is, I'm not interested."

Logan laughed softly. "You haven't even heard the offer."

She continued to eat in silence for a few moments and then replied. "You don't have anything that I can't live without." She finished her food and the glass of water.

"Are you sure about that?"

She nodded as she started drinking her beer. "I'm sure."

Logan shrugged. "Suite yourself, since you won't listen to my offer, will you at least tell me your name?"

"You mean you don't already know?" She asked, slightly mockingly.

Logan grinned. "I might know; but it's more fun asking."

She nodded, finished her beer and stood up. "As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I need to find a place to stay." Logan watched her as she paid the waitress and left.

She left the bar and flattened herself against the outside wall, close to the door. Five minutes, she thought. He's following me, and he'll come out in five minutes. I'll just wait him out. She didn't have to wait long. Logan came out of the bar shaking his head. "She should've at least listened to me." He muttered. She swung her duffle bag at him and knocked him flat. He looked up at her only slightly dazed. "You carryin' bricks in that thing?"

She set the duffle bag on the ground and smirked at him. "I'm going to ask you a question and you had better give a straight answer." She said making a fist. Logan didn't notice the tips of three blades poke out of her skin.

He got to his feet. "Ask away."

"Why are you following me?"

He sighed. "You already told me you weren't interested in that."

She punched him, sending him flying into a brick wall. "Wasn't what I asked now was it?" She growled. "I'm only going to ask this once more. "Why the hell are you following me!"

Logan held up his hands in defeat. "I work for a fella' by the name of Dr. Charles Xavier; he runs a school for mutants…"

"News Flash, pal, I'm way past school age."

"I realize that. This ain't got a thing to do with your education."

"What does it have to do with then? And cut the bullshit; I want a straight answer from you."

"All the professor told me was that he wants to meet you." She punched him hard in the face, the tips of the blades still exposed. Logan brought his hand up to wipe away the blood. "What the…?" She didn't give him time to finish as she extended the blades to their full length. She left only a centimeter between the tips and his face.

"Give me a straight answer or so help me…"

"You'll do what? Shred me? News flash for you… I'm not that easy to shred." Logan growled." She brought her knee up into his groin.

"Can you feel pain? Because that's all I need." She said as Logan double over in agony. She kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him onto his back. She straddled him. She brought her blades up under his throat and glared at him. "In case you haven't gotten this point that I'm trying to make, I want a straight answer from you. Now what the hell do you want from me!"

"You're a mutant right?" Logan asked in desperation.

She nodded. "So what? I ain't the only mutant on the planet.

"The professor I was tryin' to tell you about, he wants to meet you. I swear he didn't tell me anything more than that. But you might be interested to know, your trick ain't unique."

She glared at him and then retracted the blades. "I ain't interested in joining any free the world from humans cause."

Logan smiled. "Good thing that ain't what Professor X is about. Now, would you mind telling me your name?"

"Victoria, but I go by Tory."

Here is everything I have so far. If you like it, please review. I'm more than open to plot suggestions.