::Authors notes: Whelp. Chapter 2 eh? I don't like cliffhangers unlike kaye.
Crazy woman right there. But here is chapter two ___ signals thinking.::

::Disclaimer: blah blah don't sue.::

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Logan arrived at the Canadian Boarder only to find the place surrounded by
dozens of guards.

"THERE HE IS! SHOOT HIM!" He looked over his shoulder to see three men
running after him cocking their guns ready to fire. That bitch Mystique
shifted and told them I was mutant. Fuck! Logan jumped off the bike and
over the three men who had fired their gun. The bullet grazed Logan's leg
causing him to fall to the ground after jumping. He struggled to get up but he
found his ability to heal failing. If his leg was failing to heal then how could
he expect his hands to heal after he had kicked the shit out of these guys and
retracted his claws? The main question was, why isn't his ability to heal
working?

Logan stood up surrounded by dozens of men with guns pointing to Logan's
face and body.

"Alright men. This mutant was trying to cross the boarder and actually try
and get into the United States of America. On the count of three you will shoot
this man."

Spoke one of the guards. Obviously the one who was in charge of that shift.
Logan stood ready to die proud. At least he was on homeland turf.

"One… two.. THREE!" Moments passed and Logan realized he was still standing
with his hands in the air. Opening one eye to see what happened, he looked
around to find all the men lying on the floor. Most likely dead. He put his
hands down and turned around to see Scott, and Storm standing there smiling.
Looks a little familiar. He thought to himself.

"I can't believe I had to save your life again Logan." Said Scott while grinning
so widely trying hard to fight back laughter.

"Shut up dick head. You didn't save anybody. I didn't need your help. I was
in control of the situation." He said brushing the access snow of his clothes.
Scott just stood there shaking his head in disbelief that Logan hadn't changed
at all.

Storm walked up to him embracing him in a warm, gentle hug. When she
pulled away she looked at him in his eyes. Logan could smell her sorrow and
fear. He knew then, that what Mystique had said, was true. Something really
had happened to the school and to his Marie. Storm cared very much for Marie.
Almost like a sister. He could see a tear trickle down her cheek as she walked
back to Scott's side.

"So scooter, where's the girl? How many times in my life am I going to ask
that question?

Scott looked at Logan and could hear the genuine sadness in his voice.

"Logan, you, Storm and I need to sit down and talk. There is much to be
talked about."

Scott and Storm turned back the jet. Once again I am taking orders from
this boy. Logan ignored his hatred that coursed through his veins toward
Scott and tried to focus his thoughts on Marie. Soon he would know where she
was and what happened to his ability to heal…

TBC

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