From
Tail to Mane
By Lady Amalthea
Rating: PG-13 (swearing (mostly Logan, of course), a few scary things, a tiny naughty
thought-if this changes I'll change the rating as I post the new parts)
Distribution: Please ask me. lady_amalthea10@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine isn't mine. Too bad L! Neither are any of the other X-
Men. Rhiannon is, as are any new (read: unfamiliar) minor characters. Also, I am a
poor University student so I am making no money off of this and don't have any to
give anyone who is thinking about getting me into trouble. Besides, I'm a good girl-
really!
Summary: Logan meets another mutant on his way up
North and learns a
little about life, love, the universe
and everything. (All praise Douglas
Adams!)
Spoiler: (Chapter 1)
Logan has an accident and is rescued…by a horse?
Feedback: Sure! But please be gentle. I'm new at this.
Notes: This is one of my first fanfics, and it's the first one I've written with Logan in it,
so if it sucks I apologize. Also, it's written in the third person, but from alternating
viewpoints, so there are lots of she/her and he/his in it. Sorry!
This takes place after the
movie. I'm assuming that Logan would go
north
first, and then west. The setting is therefore Northern Ontario,
not quite out of
"cottage country." Also, my Logan doesn't smoke, although he still drinks and swears
on occasion.
Draft horses are the big ones you see in old movies working on a farm or in the old
Budweiser ads running through the snow. The canter is a horse's third fastest gait
(like a human running slowly). *'s indicate either sounds or emphasis, and ~ 's
show what someone is thinking. Big spaces between paragraphs indicate a change
in viewpoint while a major scene change or out of story comment is indicated by
***.
Chapter One: Finders, Keepers
Rhiannon lowered her head and sniffed the air again. ~It's just up ahead.~ She picked up a canter and loped off down the road in the direction of the scent.
The first thing she passed was the motorcycle lying in the ditch. The wheels had stopped spinning, but she could smell that the metal was still warm. There was no sign of the rider.
She sped up a bit and continued down the road, her hooves pounding on the pavement. ~There he is.~ She slid to a stop, then stepped over to the still figure lying on the ground. Her head dropped next to him and she inhaled deeply. ~Yep, that's him.~ She could tell that he was a mutant, and still alive, although he smelled faintly of metal, which didn't make a lot of sense. It wasn't the bike-she knew what that smelled like-it was *him*. ~Strange.~
Suddenly Rhiannon's head flew up, ears pricked. A car was coming down the road towards them. It was quite a ways off yet, (at least she thought so) but there was no guarantee that it would stop before it reached them.
She dropped her head and nudged the man urgently. He mumbled but didn't wake up. She nudged him again, then looked down the road. She could just see the car cresting a hill in the distance. ~This isn't working! I have to try something else.~ She grabbed the man's jacket - ~Yuck! Leather!~ - and began to drag him to the side of the road.
All of a sudden she heard the car honk its horn. She let go and looked up. The car was just down the road and heading right at them.
~There's only one thing left to do.~ Rhiannon carefully straddled the man, caging him in with her legs in an effort to protect him. She then changed into her draft horse form and waited.
Logan took a deep breath and tried to open his eyes. ~What *was* that ?~ He could smell a strange mixture of horse and woman but the smell seemed to surround him, coming from everywhere at once. ~How could that be?~
He cautiously turned his head to the side and forced his eyes open. He blinked groggily. There was a horse's hoof, leg attached, not four inches from where his right hand lay, palm down, on the road.
*HONK* ~Fuck!~ He winced. ~ That car ain't helpin' my damn headache.~ He refocused on the hoof and swore in disbelief. The hoof was now the size of a dinner plate and was largely obscured by long, white hair which also covered the horse's leg, at least as far up it as he could see.
"What the hell's goin' on? All I did was crash the damn bike! How-" His tirade was interrupted by squealing tires and more honking. He looked up in surprise, which quickly turned to stunned horror as he realized that the car was heading *straight* towards them.