Just something I thought I'd try. This will probably be a pilot story/chapter for a larger one. Bare with me, I've only watched two episodes of Wolverine and the X-Men before writing this.


Headlights flooded the empty road with a bright white light. Logan looked up briefly, glancing over his shoulder only to find himself looking at the shiny silver grill of a semi. He didn't slow his pace, instead just stepping over to the side to allow the truck room to pass him. But it didn't suprise him when the truck didn't take that chance. It drove up beside him, taking his speed easily. At this distance, Wolverine could clearing make out the shape of the flame decals licking across the sides. He said nothing as the window rolled down, revealing no driver. A voice floated out to him, driving his frustration further. "Logan," a deep rich baritone, much deeper than his own, gently called. Logan looked away. "Logan."

"Just go away," Logan growled, releasing his blades that shone when the light hit them.

"I can't. Please, Logan. I know how you feel."

"Do you?" Logan snapped instead of saying anything that the driverless semi was hoping for.

"I'm the last of my kind, Logan. My friends were torn away from me forever. Do I know how you feel?"

"There you go, playing that same card."

"It's the truth. A bitter one, I'll admit, but still truth. It's something that I have to face. I do know what it is like to be hunted, cast aside, and abandoned. I knew that from the start."

"Then why bother throwing yourself into our problems?"

"Because, Logan, I will never fit into your world. Mutants and humans come from the same species. I, however, do not. I understand why the X-Men fight for peace. Once before, I fought my own kind. I've been through that struggle. I watched my closest kin be corrupted. I watched them slaughter others for nothing more than power."

"Go away," Logan tried again even though it held less conviction than before.

"Even if I left, you would still try to push away the same feelings as always. One day, you won't be able to," the semi responded. Logan spun around so quickly that the semi jerked on its wheels as it forced itself to stop.

"Let me get to that point before you go shoving your beliefs onto me! I'm not the hope for the X-Men!" He snarled. Within seconds, his anger ran dry and he slumped on his feet. "I shouldn't go around yelling at you. You didn't do anything."

"I understand. I'm trying to help you. Can you please allow me to for once?"

"If I let you help once, you'll help again. And again. And again. It's just the way you work," Logan said. The semi fell silent. Its passenger side door swung open. With a huff, Logan walked to the other side and climbed in.

The first thing he did, like always, was look around the spotless interior. "One of these days, I'm going to take my blades to your leather." A rumbling chuckle wafted through the air, drawing a smile from Logan.

"I truely don't doubt it," the semi replied. Logan reached forward and brushed a hand over the dashboard.

"It's good to have you on the team, Optimus. Even though you can be a real pain in the butt."