A fic of currently unknown length and only vague direction. Enjoy some gypsy kurt because we all know it's wonderful.

Pairing: Logurt (Logan/kurt)

Word count: 1232

Logan never quite expected things to turn out how they did when the Gypsy woman pulled him from the snow one night.

Margali was a very unique woman, Logan noted absently to himself as he sat beside her on a large, colourfully decorated and very plush couch tucked into a corner of her trailer, a cup of hot coffee nursed between cold hands as they hid from the howling winter winds outside. Watching as the Gypsy woman knitted what looked to be a very colourful scarf, her hands moving in smooth and rhythmic patterns in time with the soft click of her needles the Wolverine allowed himself a moment of peace to slow down and order his thoughts.

The rugged outsider had been living with her and her nomadic group of performers for less than a week after she had found his sorry ass half frozen in a snow drift and dragged him back to health, a soul searching journey gone wrong and landing him in a very different place than he expected to find himself.

Not that he was protesting against hot food, a warm bed and protection from the harsh winter outside. He may be brash and thick headed sometimes but he wasn't an idiot.

Plus it's not like Margali would even consider letting him go, the woman definitely had a motherly air about him and so for now Logan allowed himself to be her prisoner and try to not let it show that he was still in the dark with this mysterious woman who appeared out of nowhere in his life, and he could only assume that was exactly how she wanted it to be.

Shrugging the thoughts away he settled back against the cushions to quietly watch her, content with the silence and calm that her mere presence seemed to exude, no longer starting and slipping into defence-mode by the arrival of Margali's children, Jimaine and Stefan, as they passed through the trailer. He had heard stories of a third child of the woman beside him, a son she had found and subsequently adopted as a baby, named Kurt who Logan had actually never seen let alone met the man as hard to catch as smoke it seemed.

He supposed this shouldn't surprise him, all of the people in this family were a mystery and he was quite happy to just leave it at that, thank you very much.

It didn't stop him from being curious however.

The sound of the trailer door slamming open broke him out of his reverie and he tensed, blades instinctively pressing to the skin of his knuckles, ready to burst forth at any moment, neither Jimaine or Stefan were so rough with the doors and if memory served him right no one in the camp was.

Tearing his gaze away from the woman beside him, calmed only the slightest bit due to the fact that she had hardly flinched nor seemed to even acknowledge the stranger who had let themselves into her home.

A man broad shouldered and lanky stood in the threshold and Logan froze, breath catching in his throat for a second as his mind stuttered to a halt, confused and bewildered by the appearance of the person in front of him. The man before him who was a dark, nearly black blue colour from head to toe and covered in what looked like fur with the texture of soft velvet, and when he turned his eyes towards Logan he could see they were a glowing amber colour.

The tiny little voice in the back of his brain that he so often ignored whispered 'mutant' softly to him and there was absolutely no denying it.

He had seen odd mutants before with strange and inhumane colourings, even two mutants of a similar blue, but this man took the absolute cake with skin that looked like it was cut from shadow itself and yellow featureless eyes, like someone had mixed both Mystique and Hank McCoy but this man was even more. Two fingers and a thumb on each hand and he could just tell that his feet and legs were also strange and unusual from the way he held himself and walked and, he noted with slight surprise as the mutant drifted past, a long and thin tail tipped with a pointed spade, snaking out from under the back if his winter sweater.

Realising dumbly that Margali's eyes were now on him, watching critically for his reaction he shook off the shook and looked back at her, body relaxing disarmingly and with a small smile and a nod to let her know he wasn't going to freak out like he assumed many had in the past, he looked back at the man and watched as he crossed the trailer to the small kitchen, footsteps light and soft like a dancer to raid cabinets in search of food, both paying Logan zero attention but simultaneously keeping alert to him and everything he did.

Finally finding what he was looking for the man stood and turned from the open cabinet, kicking it closed with a foot nonchalantly and like lightning Margali had lashed out with her knitting needle to hit him on the arm, or she would have if he hadn't danced out of the way, faster than Logan had seen anyone move. Eyeing the pointed plastic needle in Margali's hand as she aimed it at the man, he stared between the two as blue hands raised in surrender and he spoke past a shit eating grin that had spread across his face to flash sharp white teeth. "Entschuldigung!" His voice was heavily accented as he apologised in a light sing-song voice, seeming not at all sorry for what he had done and he could tell that Margali knew this and had already admitted defeat as she lowered her needle, shooting him a frustrated look.

Amber eyes glanced at him for a brief moment, and Logan saw that they weren't just yellow but completely featureless as the man stared right at him, but somehow also seeming to stare right into him and Logan half expected him to say something, introduce himself, to do something but all he got was a coy smirk as he walked past and what he could've sworn was a tiny wink.

Watching the strange mutant left with the door clicking softly behind him the silence lasted for only a few seconds before exploded.

"I tell him time and time again to not slam doors but do you think he listens?" The frustration lining her voice was obvious but under it was a hint of fondness. "He's as difficult as he was when he was a child! And now he's a smart ass about it because he's an adult, I swear the boy is going to get it one day!" She huffed softly and tossed her knitting down as she stood, calm serenity of only a few minutes earlier well and truly broke.

"Who was that?" His voice was dry and rough as he spoke for what he guessed what had to be the first time for several hours and he internally winced at the sound and the way it irritated his throat. "I don't think I've seen him in the camp before…" He trailed off as she crossed over to the kitchen and filled an old fashioned kettle, setting it onto the gas stove for tea and turned to lean against the countertop and watch him.

"That was my son, Kurt."