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One: A Mission Worth Grumbling About

Logans' claws went right through her, thank god, or he would've hurt her. He retracted his claws and stood up straighter, a bit surprised at her sudden appearance. She smiled at him and placed her hands on her hips. He rolled his eyes and cracked a grin. She shook her head in disbelief.

"Why do you still train in here, Logan?" she inquired. "You're already pretty strong and your senses are already good enough. I really don't see the point of you training." He shrugged and tilted his head a bit.

"It's just to pass time," he mumbled gruffly. "Now, what is it that made you come in here?"

"Scott wants to talk to you. I don't know why though. He wouldn't tell me." Logan sighed, tilted his head back as he groaned. He looked back at her with a smile.

"I'm on my way." She smiled a bit wider and phased through the floor. His smile faded and he shivered a bit. He still wasn't used to her phasing through solid things. It just wasn't normal. Normal in his perspective, no human being could phase through walls or people. He was still waiting for the day when Kitty would run through him just to get to class or because she was running from something. He released his claws in his right hand and sliced a machine that was shooting at him. He walked out of the room and wandered down toward the meeting room. The doors slid open and Logan wandered in. He saw Scott standing in front of the large monitor that showed a woman standing in front of a burning building, holding a microphone up to her mouth while she spoke. A boy stood next to her and Logan guessed that she was interviewing him or he wouldn't be there. Scott hadn't noticed him so he decided to take a seat and watch what the report was about.

"The Brotherhood had plans, but this wasn't supposed to happen", the boy mumbled into the microphone. "They pissed me off and I accidentally let it all out. It's my fault the building's being burnt to the ground."

"And there you have it," the news woman muttered into the microphone while two policemen dragged the boy away from the camera. "Another incident in New York City due to some mutants 'playing'. Back to you, Rick."

Scott turned the monitor off and turned around. He looked at Logan and stepped back, surprised to see Logan sitting there.

"They blamin' stuff on us mutants again?" Logan questioned, standing up. Scott nodded, walking over to a chair. Logan walked over to the screen and stared at it blankly. "Despicable, no good…"

"Logan, don't start," he mumbled, sitting down. Logan looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You should be used to it by now. They've been doing that kind of stuff for years."

"I know, I know. I guess I can never get used to it."

"We all can't, Logan."

"Beside the point, what do ya need?"

"I need you to back to Canada." Logans' jaw almost dropped but he caught it before it did.

"Go back to Canada? Why the hell would I go back?"

"I know you had rough things happen back there, but this is important."

"How can something be so important that you have to make me go back there?" Scott sighed.

"Storm took Jubilee on a mission there last week and they haven't returned since."

"Why don't you go? You are the team leader." Scott gave him a disbelieving look as he walked over to a seat nearest Scott.

"Yes, but Storm and Jubilee are very close to you. I'm guessing that you would put your life on the line for them, if need be." Logan placed his elbow on the arm of the chair and placed his chin on his hand as he stared at Scott for a few moments.

"I still don't get how you want me to go alone when you're the leader and the leader always does that kind of stuff, don't he?"

"Logan, quit trying to change the subject."

"I just don't see why you're askin' me to do somethin' that you can do just as easily."

"You know why I'm not doing it? Because I have my own things to do here at the X mansion. I'm busier than you are!"

"Oh, so you're sayin' I'm lazy?"

"Logan, stop. Just get it over with. I don't want to fight you right now over the stupidest thing." He got up and walked over to the door. "The X jet is ready whenever you are." He left Logan sitting there, glaring at the closed doors.

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He threw the leather, black jacket over his shoulders and zipped it all the way up. Gagging at how tight it was, he pulled it down a bit with his finger while he lifted his chin up. He still didn't get the point as to why they had to wear these things. Don't they have more comfortable outfits that aren't so… leathery? He made his way to the garage, where vehicles were scattered everywhere. The thing that popped out the most was the X jet. It was the biggest thing in the room. He walked over to it and stared up at it for a moment. The ramp lowered, making him jump. He was supposed to open it but he hadn't yet. Who did? He walked over to the open ramp curiously. Rogue fell down the stairs, startling Logan.

"What the hell do you think you're doin', Rogue?!" he shouted, helping her to her feet.

"Ah was just cleanin' the jet like Scott told meh ta," she muttered. "Ah didn' know you were gunna be he'e so soon."

"Wait. You know too?"

"Yeah. Scott told me befo'e he told ya. Actually, he wanted me ta go with ya."

"He told me that it was a solo! Damn one-eye. I was ripped off!!" She giggled but stopped once she saw him glaring at her. "Get inside." She did as she was told, but didn't seem all to thrilled about it. She stumbled to find a seat as Logan practically shoved her inside.

"What's the rush, sugah?" she muttered, buckling herself in in the passenger seat. He sat down in front of the wheel, closed the ramp with one push of a button and started the jet up. He gripped the steering wheel and looked at her like she had just asked the dumbest question. "Ah see… Sorry Ah asked."

"No," he mumbled, flying the jet out of the garage. "Don't be. I'm just upset about this whole thing. I'm not too thrilled about doing it either." She nodded and stared at her gloved hands.

"Ah can understand, sugah." He glanced at her and then looked back out the giant window that sat in front of him. Most of the fly there was quiet, since neither of them had much to say. Dusk came quicker than they expected it to come. Logan hadn't really noticed the time fly by so quickly. He was surprised when he saw the beautiful orange, red and pink sunset hit the glass window of the jet. He glanced over at Rogue and saw that her head was leaned up against the window, her eyes shut. He looked back out at the beautiful view of water that had that suns' lighting shimmering on it. It must've been a few hours since they had left the mansion. He was getting pretty tired himself. He pressed a button that triggered the autopilot. He threw his head back onto the chair and stared out into the view while his eyelids started to fall.

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A.N: This chapter was pretty short, I know. But, so far, so good. Please read and review!

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