Disclaimer: I own all of the X-Men, especially Logan, he's mine and no one should touch him, unless you want a swift kick in the butt. I don't care what Marvel thinks, 'cause I have no money anyhow, so sue me away.
By the way, Faye is my character, she goes by the name of Gene sometimes, so she's mine too. Daniel, Jeff, Tom and Rue are all mine, but Rue's partially Durga's cause she named her (thanks, Durga!)
If you want any of the characters, you have to ask, I probably won't let you but it's more polite to ask than just take.

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Author's Note: All my stories are based on the Evolution series, meaning they all take place together with the show. Right now, we're in between Stuff of Heroes and Blind Alley. The story starts at the beginning of Blind Alley, to be exact, so keep that in mind.

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1. Logan came around the corner and sped his bike toward Akira's. He had come home earlier than usual because he knew they were going to need him at the Institute, but he wasn't ready to face Tom just yet, plus Xavier already had told him to come early in the morning; four in the morning just wasn't a good time to just walk in, though some of the students would get up that early. He knew Tom would blame him for what happened to Faye. He stopped his bike a little before reaching the restaurant; he wanted to walk the rest of the way.

Suddenly, he stopped and sniffed the air around him. He growled and walked into an alley between Akira's and a building.

"I know ya're in here, hairy," he growled putting his claws out. "Come on, show yer ugly face already."

Sabretooth came out of the shadows and chucked a ring at Logan, who caught it midair.

"What's this? If ya're askin' me to marry ya, I ain't interested."
"Heh. Ya're already married, right? Maybe twice and ya don't know it."
"Alright, whadda ya want?"
"I came to tell ya that she's dead."
"Liar. She wouldn't die that easy."
"Believe what ya want. But she is, I tell ya. Magneto tested a bunch of crap on 'er and she just couldn't take it."
"What did he do?!?"
"Heh, heh. This and that, and a couple of times she tried getting away from me was just too much for her."

Logan extended his claws. He attached Sabretooth's chest, but he caught his arms before they reached the flesh.

"What did ya do ta 'er, eh?" he growled.
"Use yer imagination, if ya have one," Sabretooth said, throwing him against Akira's building.

"Bastard! I'll kill ya."
"Hurts don't it?"
"Ya were always jealous she chose me!"
"I ain't never wanted 'er. I just wanted ta see ya suffer, she's yer weak spot and ya know it."

Rapidly, a bunch of leaves caught his arm. He turned to see Akira standing in the alley.

"Are ya nuts? Get outta here. This is my fight, bub!" Logan howled.
"No, this everyone's fight," Akira said. "I care for Faye too, so, this my fight too."
"Why I otta...," Sabretooth started, but more leaves and branches wrapped around him; in the sky, birds swooped down in attack formation.
"You no welcome here," Akira said as dawn broke.

Sabretooth growled and snatched the plants away, but left them. Logan was sitting on the floor watching his eyes burned and his throat seemed clogged; he wanted to cry, but he wasn't about to, not in front of Akira anyway.

"Come, Rogan-san," he said.
"Thank you," Logan said, still gripping the ring, which seemed more like a thorn on his heart.

They walked toward the restaurant in silence. Logan threw himself in one of the chairs and sighed.

"Drink," Akira said, pushing a cup in front of Logan.
"What's this?"
"Miracle water. Drink, drink."
"Argh," Logan groaned as he gulped the liquid down, burning his throat and warming up his body.
"Strong, no?" Akira laughed.
"What is it?"
"Special sake. Family made."
"It's very strong."
"That my father's secret."
"Ya heard what happened to Faye?"
"No, but I don't want to hear. Concentrate living today, you got Institute kids to care. Faye want you to be happy, no?"
"Yeah, I'm sure she would. Akira-san, domo arigato."
"Doo itashimashite."
"Sayonara."
"Sayonara, Rogan-san."

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2. The woman kept on walking with all the energy she had left. She had already depleted yet two more trees of their life forces, and she didn't want to do it again. On her shoulder, she carried a traveling bag with a large, brown robe, much like the ones that the Buddhist monks use, hanging from it, and on her back a girl slept tiredly.

She stopped to rest a little as the girl moaned sleepily. She looked down at her bleeding feet--she had been walking barefoot ever since they left, though her black and dark blue uniform, which was a full bodysuit that covered most of her torso, while the halter-style top left her shoulders, neck and arms bare, and wrapped around her foot, but opened at the toes and some of the back of the heel, should've been protecting it rather nicely; she also wore skin-tight gloves, which were there to protect her while using her powers, and a set of Buddhist beads given to her by the same priest that gave her the bag and the robe. She brought up her foot and took a splinter out of her big toe; then, she adjusted the sliding girl and the bag, and started walking again. Up ahead, the sky growled and hollered at her.

Oh, no, not rain, she prayed. Dawn is about to break.

They came by a rest stop with lots of cars and trucks resting there. She walked quietly towards it and looked for a nice place near the back. She found a clearing near a river that looked perfect. The trees provided them with enough covering to hide them from preying eyes, but still letting the fading moonlight shine their surroundings.

If it rains, we can just go inside, she thought.

She brought the bag --it was smaller than a sports bag, very tough due to it's leather exterior, and packed with their very few, but precious, belongings--down into the ground, picked up the robe and, carefully balancing the girl on her back, placed it down. Without waking the girl, she put her down on the robe and looked for twigs to build up a fire, always being careful as to not draw attention to them.

The small sparks kept them warm for a while. She was drifting off to sleep, but she tried her best to keep awake, to watch the fire and the girl. She noticed her for the first time in the long days that they had been walking and going around. The night light and the red sparks of the fire gave her an almost angelic expression. As hard as it was, she continued to spread the smoke away with her powers, while keeping a close ear to everything that was happening around her. The light started coming in slowly and the girl moved around quietly.

"Continue sleeping," she said. "It's still too early."
"No, it's all right. You have to rest too. I know you've been up all night, I felt us moving."
"I tried not to wake you."
"No problem, you sleep a little now," the girl said, getting up.

The woman laid down on the stretched robe, as the girl took her post.

"Be careful, ok, darling?" the woman said.
"Don't worry, you taught me well," she answered, smiling.

The woman smiled back and closed her tired eyes. Sleep came soon, but it wasn't the kind of rest she wanted, the dreams soon followed, and the girl watched as she started tossing and turning.

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3. The X-kids came into the kitchen to find that Logan had already made coffee. He poured some in his mug, unhurriedly.

"Morning," said Scott, who got a grunt as a response. "Uh, Logan, could you help me put the satellite up?"
"Yeah, sure. Chuck told me that we might need new cables first."
"Ok."

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4. The girl watched her companion sleep. Surprisingly, she started talking, calling out for someone...

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5. At the same time, Logan took another sip of his coffee...

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6. The woman asked for someone named Logan. She pleaded him to come back, not to leave her and for forgiveness...

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7. Suddenly, Nightcrawler popped into the kitchen, right in front of Logan...

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8. "Logan!" she called, sitting up with her arm stretched out, as if she was reaching for him.

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9. ...Logan felt something as the cup tumbled from his hand and fell, splattering coffee and broken pieces all over the floor. Everyone looked at each other and then at Kurt, who gulped. Logan looked at the broken mug, in awe.

"I'll clean it up, don't worry," Kurt tried to fix things.
"Ya bet ya will," Logan said, coming back from his original trance. "Ya're gonna have a few sessions with me too, so ya can learn not to pop up in front of people like that."
"Oh, man!" Kurt groaned as Logan left.

Logan went up to his room and dropped himself on the bed. He pulled the ring and the locket from his pockets; something didn't really fit in. He bit into the ring and it gave into the pressure. It wasn't real. His heart leaped in joy, and, suddenly, he felt too tired to do anything else; he really needed to sleep. He gave into darkness with the easy feeling that she was alive. He knew for sure that it was her that had called his name in the kitchen.

The ol' link's still workin', he thought, as he drifted off into sleep.