This morning was so, utterly and completely unremarkable, that it wasn't funny. At least he was laughing anyway, so dull in fact, that Logan was about half a cup of coffee from leaping out of the kitchen window and making a run for it. Somewhere far, far away, where he could blow stuff up, have a really big drink, punch somebody in the face, then find a cheap room in a crappy hotel and cry himself to sleep.

*crash!*

"Like, KRRIIIIT!" screeched Kitty

Logan looked up above him, and something landed with a thump outside the kitchen window. It scuttled off.

The scuttling was closely followed by an enraged roar…

"KRRRRIIIIT! wen ah git ma hans oan yew!"

No, thought Logan, its time to go now.

So he abandoned his coffee, and newspaper, except the funnies of course, that Hobbies really cracked him up. Leapt out the window and then onto his bike, put on his shades, to ward off damaging UV rays, pulled a wheelie, and disappeared out the gate and around the corner.

"Whare's 'e goin' ina hurey?" Rouge looked at Kitty

She shrugged, "I, like, don't know".

*BAMF*

"Oahw, 'e took de vunny paeges!"

Now that he was on the road, Logan definitely felt better there was nothing like riding a rumbling beast, and having nothing but an open road and the chance of running into something to destroy ahead of you. Nope, nothing made him feel more alive, except folk dancing but that was a whole other story.

So he rode and he rode and he rode, and he rode and he rode and he rode. And then he rode some more, with not a care in the world.

That was, until, he ran out of gas.

And, as it always happens, in the middle of nowhere. Luckily he knew where a gas station was, it was about 10 miles back down the road.

 It was getting dark.

Kinda quickly too, and as deserted logging roads do when it gets dark, the trees shuffled in a little closer, and gave Logan the evil eye that trees do when somebody crashes one of their parties. And the bushes crouched ready to spring at the slightest sign of weakness.

And what did Logan do? Why he unsheathed his claws, grinned slyly, growled under his breath and looked them dead square in the eye.

The trees and shrubs and stuff all looked at each other, and backed off. But just a little, not much more of an inch really, but still a little they knew a professional tree killer when they saw one.

Logan waved his claws about in the universal gesture that said "bring it on"

The forest narrowed its eyes, but stood its ground.

"Tha's  rite, bubs, we don' want truble do we" he smirked

Yes Logan was pretty full of himself now that he had managed to threaten foliage into submission, now for his emergency "when I run out of gas in the middle of nowhere" stash he kept right under the…

…a note fell to the ground. In very familiar hand writing the note outlined how somebody needed cash in a hurry, for a present to be exact, for someone, and that that somebody owed him $89.93. It was signed lovingly and had a postscript. Another present had been bought and now he was owed another $78.34. Under that, another individual noted that they had borrowed 30 bucks, thanks a lot.

Logan's hand shot under the seat and pulled out… a buck.

A muscle in this face twitched, oh yes when he gets home, both Scott and Kurt were going to pay. With interest!