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Scott: Logan? Have you ever, you know, really cared for someone? I mean, you felt it so strongly, you couldn't even get the words out.
Logan:Yeah, once. Most beautiful bike I ever saw. I was so speechless, someone else bought her.~Season 3, Episode 5: Blind Alley


Logan wasn't the type of man that cried. He'd been through more pain and sorrow than anyone else he knew, and that was only in the memories her remembered. However, when his prized Harley had to be put down for good, he teared up a little. Sure he had another one, but his Harley was his baby. He wasn't going to not have one. Some of the parts he kept, but he needed to find a real Harley to match his original.

That was the reason he was here. He'd come miles to the edge of Bayville to one of the best bikes shops he knew. Parts for the Professor's cars were shipped from the very store. Walking in, Logan saw the perfect one. It was a beautiful Harley-Davidson Super Glide. It was the same dark red as his original. He couldn't speak. He was to busy picturing himself cruising the roads on his new bike.

Then the sound of a cash register broke him from his thoughts. A man had just purchased it, and Logan knew exactly who it was.

"Sabertooth,"he growled.

The blond mutant turned around with the keys hanging for his claws."Hello, runt. I fergot ya could ride. I thought ya didn't even meet the height requirements ta do it."

Logan held back the urge to pop his claws in a public place.

"What the hell are ya doin' here?"

"What's it look like I'm doin'? I'm gettin' a new bike. Ya wrecked my last one, remember?"Logan growled again, and Creed's eyes widened before he started smirking."Oh, I see. Ya wanted this one, didn't ya? To bad. She's mine."

All Logan could do was stand there seething as his greatest enemy rode away on the most beautiful bike he'd ever seen.

FIN