Hey I know its been a while and this still isn't getting very far in the story but when I read it was really bad and after I tidied it up and then read it again I realized this isn't where I wanted to go with this so I redid some of it...well most of it. Still may not be that long I tried to go for a page but well yea. I think is better than it was before though. I hope you like it, please read and review. Thanks

I'm never going to get this damn story up again, I forgot to mention last night when I uploaded this that in between words means it's written telepathically. I just realized that as I was written chi 2. I'm such a dumb ass sometimes... anyways once again I hope you enjoy my revised story.

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It had been two weeks since Logan had seen Rogue, or any of the other students, and he was tired. Had been away on one of his searches for the truth about his past; he was returning again, finding little success. Finally, after driving for what seemed forever, he reached the Canadian border, and entered the US. It was 2:00 AM; he had been on the road for 4 days, and all he got out of it was a new cycle. He wanted to go home, sleep, in his own bed. He hadn't expected he'd be saving someone's life on this trip, and discovering what his life was to become . . . .

As he drove down the road he noticed that there was a car pulled over with its lights on; he could sense something wasn't right. As much as he didn't want to get involved, his conscience wouldn't let him go without first checking it out. As he got closer to the car he noticed that the car wasn't actually on the side road, but off road and in a ditch; it had hit a tree. Now he had to check it out.

He pulled his new black Harley over on the side road and cautiously made his way over to the car. As he took in the air around him he could smell blood, like struggle and death; someone was dead. As he got closer to the car he noticed it was a new sedan, the driver window was rolled down and the airbag was fully deployed. He peered into the open window, there laid a young woman against the air bag, her throat had been cut, drying blood trailed down the airbag. He sighed, how he hated to be cursed with these senses. Still, the blood he had first smelled as he arrived at the car wasn't hers.

He opened up the back door; lights from within the car, revealed a small girl curled up on the floor. Blood made almost a trail from the seat to where she was huddled up at. She looked up at him for only a second and then passed out.

Logan went around to the other side of the car he opened the door he was cautious not to hurt the girl as he picked her up. He noticed she had bruises on her arms and the dress she had been wearing looked like it hadn't been washed in over a week. She was dirty and to top it off she too had been attacked she had a cuts on her arms and a few on her legs they were all new cuts but the ones that caught his attention the most was the one on both her wrists.

It was a pretty bad one too by the looks of it the blood had been smeared on her dress. He set the girl on the seat and pulled her hands up over her head and against her hair and seat; then preceded to the front of the car, he opened the front of the door with his gloved hands looking for something anything to stop her bleed wrists. Nothing.

He pried the trunk opened and he saw two suit cases, he opened one, it contained shirts, "probably her mothers," he thought as he ripped the shirt into two. He rushed over to the girl and wrapped the shirt around her wrists. He picked the girl up he left the doors open and somehow no clues that he had taken the child. She needed medical attention; luckily he was only two hours away from the mansion. As he began walking up the small ditch with the dying child in his arms he noticed the back left side of car had been smashed probably by another car, he paid no real attention to it as his first priority was to help this girl. He wrapped her in his jacket got on his bike and sped off, hoping the girl would be okay. He didn't know why he had suddenly gotten involved but he felt he had an obligation to help this child. As he reached a few miles from the mansion it was now five am or at least he thought it was.

She felt like she was getting weaker by the moment so he called out for the professor hoping his mind was open to receive the message he sent.

It took a minute but he got a through to him.

"Logan what is it"?'he asked even his in his mind you could tell he had been woken from a deep sleep.

"get hank up tell him to meet me downstairs, and have the lab ready"he said in his usual gruff voice.

"Are you hurt"? ask the professor with concern.

"Not me" he said as he peered at the child now he had blood on his leather jacket, but he didn't care.

"Hang in there kid"

Well there ya go , I think I actually did pretty good this time anyways tell me what you think , still not sure were im going but I kinda got a picture of what I want to do. Anyway read and review please. I'll be updating again soon. :)