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This is the second installment of my PyroOC crossover.

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Ice Coffee: "In the Ghetto."

Throwing pillows in the morning at someone isn't a really nice way to wake someone up. So when Logan dared to disturb my sleep, for I am a creature of there dark, you see, like so many other teenagers my age, I wasn't exactly very nice at him. And by that I mean I cursed the living sailor out of me at him and he wasn't very happy at that.

"Fucking A!" I shouted, taking one of the pillows he thrown on my bed and throwing it back at him, "What the hell is your problem! If I wasn't feeling as friendly as I am right now I'd fucking jump you, man."

Logan smirked, "This is what you consider friendly?" he asked, causing me to glare, "Get up, its 7am and we are leaving in an hour after breakfast."

I grumbled and got up grudgingly, grabbing my red backpack and stumbling towards the bathroom. I took off my plaid red skirt and black sweatshirt and camisole. Shrinking off my red underwear I grabbed some shampoo and body wash from my backpack and hopped into the shower.

"FUCK!" I screamed. I didn't realize the shower water was so damn cold. I usually took showers at scalding temperatures, in the high 100 degrees that could burn. Cold showers weren't my thing, so I grabbed the temperature shower handle and turned it up to the hottest it would go. It was still pretty cold, but I stayed in anyways. I took my tresemme shampoo and lathered it in my short black hair. I then grabbed by Cancer Vixen Wild Berry body wash and scrubbed off the dirt on my body.

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the white towels that the Hotel supplied and dried myself. I grabbed some clothes out of my backpack, a plain black tee-shirt and jeans, plus a red bra and underwear, and put them on. I grabbed a hair elastic and put it around my wrist, and blow-dried by short hair. I looked in the mirror, studying myself. I didn't really need any make-up; I doubted Logan cared what I looked like anyways.

"You ready kid?" Logan asked as I finally returned from the bathroom. I nodded, grabbing my black converse sneakers and pulling them on. "Let's go."

We walked silently out of the hotel and to the truck, and drove for about twenty minutes before he pulled into a small diner. We walked into the diner, getting seated right away to a booth at the far end. He ordered a black coffee and eggs and steak, rare. I raised my eyebrows, "Rare?" I mouthed at him in amusement. He gave me a dirty look and motioned towards the waitress who was waiting for me to order.

I looked at the menu, ordering a small ice coffee and a ham and cheese omelet. The waitress walked away, leaving the two of us alone in awkward silence.

"So, Logan." I started, a small grin forming on my lips, "Rare?"

He glared at me, "Ice Coffee? I didn't think kids like you drank coffee unless you were some kind of artsy screenplay writer wannabe sitting at a table all alone in Panera with your laptop."

I laughed, clutching my stomach, "Oh god, that's so true!" I continued laughing, getting odd looks from the other diners. I stopped laughing, wiping away the tears that started to form in my brown eyes and smiled, "No, I just grew up on coffee. But my brother was totally one of those artsy, screenplay writer wannabes and—"

I stopped, looking down at my hands. I really didn't want to talk about Jude just yet. It was too soon. I glanced up to see Logan staring at me intently, then look away as the waitress came with our food. I smiled, grateful for the distraction and grabbed my fork and stuffed a large piece of omelet in my mouth.

I noticed Logan was eating his meal with just as must gusto. His rare, bloody steak. He noticed my eye twitching at the sight of his steak and smirked.

"Really kid? Are you that disturbed by the sight of a rare steak?" He asked amused.

"I swear, Logan, I thought I just heard the thing moo." I answered, pretending to be freaked out.

He look at me for a second and laughed. I smiled, giggling as well, glad that the conversation was getting less awkward and that we were beginning to be able to joke around with each other.

We continued joking and teasing each other throughout breakfast, then left leaving the money for the meal on the table and went into the truck. He fiddled with the pockets of his leather jacket and grabbed a cigar, lighting it and putting it to my mouth. I made a face, drinking is one thing but smoking is just gross.

"So, how long do you think we have until we reach the school?" I asked, looking in my backpack for my Ipod. He shrugged.

"I don't know, kid. We got up early enough that if we drive all of today we may make it by tomorrow morning." he answered.

I nodded, grabbing my Ipod and sticking the black earpieces in my ears. I turned on my Ipod and smiled as I noticed my favorite Beatles song play. I sang quietly, hoping Logan couldn't hear me, and looked out the window.

"Blackbird?" Logan asked, looking over at me as I flushed. I nodded, and he smiled slightly, "Good song. You're not a bad singer, you know."

I laughed, "Well I'm not a good singer either. I've heard it said that my voice can shatter glass."

He smirked, "What are you doing listening to the Beatles anyways? Aren't they a little before your time?"

I laughed, "Yeah, but I love 60s music. The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, some Elvis stuff, the Rolling Stones, stuff like that."

His eyebrows raised, "Elvis?"

I laughed, taking up some lame Elvis voice and singing, "On a cold and grey Chicago morning, a poor little baby child is born in the ghetto." I laughed, "In the ghetto! And his mama cried!"

"Ok ok I get it, kid" Logan said, making a face. I laughed, apparently he wasn't a big fan of the king. "I suppose I just didn't see you as the type to listen to Elvis Presley."

I smirked, "Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me, Logan. And my name is Nadia, not kid." I looked at his cigar, watching as his mouth smirk as he blew the smoke out into the air, "What were you doing at that motel the other day anyways?" I blurted out.

I wanted to hit myself. I always talk before I think. That's always been a problem with me. My big, fat, stupid mouth. I hope I didn't offend him or anything, and I looked at him apologetically. He smiled, his eyes telling me that it wasn't a problem.

"I was at Alkali Lake." he told me, "I was just there to find something."

I nodded, "And did you? I mean, find whatever you were looking for, that is?"

"I don't know." he said quietly. I looked at him quizzically for a second, then looked away, turning up my Ipod and playing an Incubus song. I think I feel asleep, again, because when I woke up I noticed that my Ipod was playing some random Good Charlotte song and it was almost out of battery. I cursed. I hated when I feel asleep with my Ipod on, I always end up killing the power.

"Where are we?" I asked tiredly, looking at the clock and noting that it was almost 3pm. We were in the car for seven hours and I've been sleeping for most of it. Damn I must still be exhausted.

Logan smirked, "We are in Minnesota, halfway there. We still have another day of driving ahead of us." he looked towards me, "Do you want to stop to eat soon or what?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe we can eat in the car to save time, pick up some Chinese or something. I can drive if you want, you know."

He shook his head, "Like I'm going to let you drive this truck." he snorted, making a sarcastic laugh. I pouted, crossing my arms and looking at him defiantly. "Listen, kid, I'm alright to drive until we reach Xavier's."

I rolled my eyes, "The name's Nadia, remember? Nadia Desrocher. Not kid. And I'm a great driver" he looked at me skeptically, "believe it or not."

He didn't say anything, continuing to drive until he drove into a small city and ordered some Chinese. We got back into his truck, eating pork fried rice and general gao chicken in silence. After a few more hours of random mindless chatter we finally reached Ohio. It was starting to get dark around 6pm and I wondered when we would finally each New York.

"How many more hours, Logan?" I grumbled. I couldn't believe I was complaining, I usually loved long car rides. Maybe I was anxious to get to the school or something. He looked at me in amusement.

"About eight more hours, kid." he replied, "We'll stop driving in three more hours then rest for the night. We'll get up early tomorrow and reach the school by 1pm."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Hey Logan?"

"Yeah." he asked mindlessly, his eyes focused on the road and the cigar stuck between his teeth.

"What's your powers, exactly?" I asked.

He took a drag of his cigar, "I have unlimited regenerative healing abilities. That's the reason why I was fine after getting shot at the motel."

I nodded, then stared at him hesitantly, "What were those sharp metal claws that ran through your knuckles?"

He moved in his seat a little, sighing and looking out the window for a second, "I'm not sure how I got them, but I've had them for a while. I can't remember."

"So you haven't always had them?" I asked, my eyes brimming with curiosity as I wondered about this amazing mutant in front of me. How mysterious it must be to not remember anything. He shook his head, looking towards me.

"What do you do?"

I laughed, "Let's just say we're exact opposites." He narrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and I licked my lips, nervous, "I heal other people." I said simply, looking out the window.

He looked at me skeptically, "What about that man at the motel? You defiantly did something to him, and it sure as hell wasn't healing him."

I sighed, "As easily as I am able to heal people's wounds and sicknesses, I can just as easily cause them. I'm a bringer of disease, illness, and death." I hunched my shoulders, clasping my arms around my legs and hugging them to my chest.

His eyes softened, "Nadia," I looked up, slightly surprised to hear him calling me by my first name, "Chuck will take care of you, you won't be alone. There's no reason for you to be afraid of your powers." he put his hand on my head, trying to reassure me.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

"No problem, kid." he said smiling, messing up my hair a little then focusing back on the road.

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