Overall Chapter Rating/Warnings: I would say this is mature; mainly because I think that there will be some pretty negative talk about Remy from Derek. As for warnings, the language might be a bit strong for some people. That's about it.

Author's Notes: Well, it's been over a week since I last updated this story. I am looking forward to writing all of the chapters after this one. This chapter isn't going to consist of much of anything except for Logan going to confront Derek. I know that there are quite a bit of you that do want to see just what Logan does to him---or if he goes to even do anything about it. Because I do recall that Logan isn't 'supposed' to care about whatever the Cajun does. So, for now I guess that is all I have to say about this chapter. Well, everyone knows the drill by now, I assume. No flames please. Enjoy.

Better In Time - Chapter Ten

Someone was going to pay dearly tonight.

Right from the very beginning, Logan vowed that he would not involve himself in the Cajun's personal affairs nor would he try and fix something for him if he got himself in a bind. But this was more than crossing the line. Though, Logan kind of figured all along that this Derek guy was thinking with one head over another---and that's exactly what ended up happening. No one deserved to be used in that way.

Not even if Remy did get himself dragged into this whole mess on his own.

Still, Logan had every intention on giving Derek a piece of his mind, and perhaps a taste of adamantium. And since Derek royally pissed him off, he was going to enjoy letting him know just what would happen to him if he ever stepped a foot near Remy again. He didn't think he was being protective of Remy, just looking out for a fellow X-Man. He knew the others on the team were too anti-violence to stand up to Derek.

This is where Logan differed from them.

He didn't have any problem expressing his anger.

From where Logan was now, Derek's scent was getting stronger and stronger the more he advanced down the highway. Once he saw the bar in the distance, he knew that was his current location. Once he became aware of that fact, he bared his canines, revving up the engine and exceeding the speed limit by at least twenty. He could hardly contain himself---the thought of knocking some much needed sense into this guy excited him to the very core.

As soon as he reached the parking lot, he skid to a stop, turning off his motorcycle and propping it up on it's stand. Logan forcefully pushed open the door to the bar, looking around before he spotted Derek sitting at one of the faraway booths. He clenched his fists as he sauntered over to him---not worrying about if Derek recognized him or not. He had probably been too busy pretend-fawning over Remy to even know who he was.

Before Derek even got the chance to react, Logan grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him from the booth, shoving him into the counter, some of the bottles behind him clattering to the floor behind the bar. The bar went silent, the mere dull drone of the television in the background. Logan wore a snarl on his face, keeping his fist tightly twisted in Derek's shirt while the other was placed about a foot in front of his face. Derek would have said something more, but Logan extracted his claws, the dim light bouncing off the blades. "Ya've got ten seconds to give me a decent reason as to why I should let you live." Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but the situation at hand wasn't exactly something that could just be blown off.

Derek growled under his breath and then laughed lightly. "Let me guess. You're here about that whore, Remy?" He didn't seem to frightened about the threat that was placed before him.

"You're already walkin' on thin ice, bub. Why did ya do it? Why did ya do that to `em?" Logan clenched his fist, the claws coming out about another inch, the tips now pressing on Derek's cheeks just below his eyes. He had done a good job at controlling himself thus far---but if this asshole dared to press his buttons any further he wouldn't hesitate to gut him.

Derek seemed to find this display amusing, wincing slightly at the blood that slowly slipped down his cheeks in thin lines. "You should have seen how vulnerable he was that night. You can't stand here and tell me that if you saw someone like that---that you wouldn't take advantage of it too."

"Actually I can." Logan narrowed his eyes, a deep furrow in his brow. He was beyond angry---mainly at the fact that Derek referred to Remy as a whore. "Yer just one of the lowlifes in the world that would attempt to take advantage of someone."

"Let me tell you---when I fucked that whore, he had nothing but desperation written in his eyes. So I was doing him a favor."

"Doing him a favor, huh?" Logan growled deep in the back of his throat, the feral inside him just threatening to come out. "Ya call him cryin' up in his room because of what you did---a favor?!"

"He's a little bitch. You can't expect much else from those." Derek insisted and laughed aloud, the civilians in the bar still staring on at the scene in front of them.

"I strongly suggest ya shut the hell up before I rip yer fuckin' head off." The mutant said through clenched teeth, the veins in his arms rippling as he fought the urge to just thrust his fist forward and put an end to his obnoxious laughter. "What ya don't seem to realize is that Remy has a lot of people that care about him---but I'm the only one out of `em that feels no hesitation towards kicking yer ass." His eyes shown nothing but anger and hatred towards Derek. He knew right from the very start that he was bad news.

Logan bared his fangs at the other male, giving him a warning glare. "Now if ya ever come near Remy again, ya won't leave in one piece." He retracted his claws. "And I will be sure of that." He shoved Derek against the counter once again before letting go of the front of his shirt. "Consider this yer warning."

Derek panted lightly, reaching up and wiping away the blood that was dripping down his cheeks. "Hn. He was a cheap fuck anyway."

"Apparently not. He was obviously good enough to keep ya around for a while." Logan spat back, clenching his fists at his sides---resisting the urge to go right back over there and dismember the bastard. "Not that it's any of my business, but I think that it's the other way around, bub." He smirked lightly before advancing out of the bar, the people inside still silent. Of course, that was how it was always was whenever a mutant was present---since they never knew what one was capable of. But now that they saw first hand from Logan, they didn't want to get involved. And with Logan tossing around threats, he was one of the most dangerous to ever come across.

The door to the bar slammed shut and Logan was one hundred percent sure that Derek would never attempt to come near Remy again. Logan sat on his motorcycle, cracking his knuckles before revving the engine back to life. He knew that Derek was scared of him…because there was no way that he could possibly win against Logan in a fight. Mutant VS human---there was no competition.

"I gave `em a good talkin' to…let's see if I can do the same for ya, kid." He mumbled to himself as he sped back down the street in the direction of the mansion. He was hoping that Rogue, Storm, or Jean managed to calm him down a bit before he got there. He wasn't good with tears and he would probably end up telling him to suck it up.

Derek wasn't worth crying over.

That was for damn certain.

-End of Chapter Ten-

Author's Notes: This was pretty interesting and fun to write. XD I know I am no good at threats, and it's kind of hard to threaten someone when it's coming from Logan's mouth. Usually he is so good at that so it's hard to match up with his genius. XD It's nearly three in the morning and I have been writing this for the past hour (occasionally getting distracted) and I am ready for bed! Enjoy this chapter! Positive feedback is much appreciated. Oh, and I apologize for how short it is…the next chapter will be longer. I promise.