Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution

Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator

AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.


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Chapter 6: Back to the Story




The blur of the audiences cheers fuelled his hatred, the smells, the exhaustion, the memories all meshed into one seriously pissed off Wolverine.



"Enough" Peters voice boomed across the room, cutting through the noise and Wolverine instantly stopped -but it wasn't the voice that had done it. It was the picture of a little blue mutant looking up at him in terror that had snapped him out of his violent trance.

The crowd hushed at the authoritative voice of Peter.

Wolverine silently cussed and abruptly dropped the barely-conscious 'Krushing Killer' to the floor. The beaten man thumped to the floor ungracefully with ragged breathing and incoherent thoughts that eventually formed into - what the hells just happened?

Two men opened the cage door and Logan snatched a towel from one of them. The two partially bewildered men simply stood aside, worried about drawing the strangers wrath.


Logan stalked unhappily over to Peter, using his towel to wipe off the blood that marred his fists.

The silent crowd started to talk amongst themselves and the original noise filled the room again. Mike was carried out of the cage by a few of his comrades, bruises already starting to appear and a minor trail of blood following him. Two new fighters were introduced to the ring.

Peter watched Logan approach in silent contemplation, as soon as the wild man was close enough he spoke, "You won."

He sat at a round table, an empty chair waiting for a specific person.

"Yeah" but Logan didn't seem too proud and Peter could vaguely understand why.

"However you were slightly out for over kill" Peter slouched back in his chair with a sigh.

Logan sat down and ordered a pint, which arrived in record time- delivered by a flustered waiter.

He just grunted in response.

"Next time try to go for a less extreme way, you fight like you were trained- I'm sure you were taught other ways to win than behaving like a savage beast" Peter ordered a mineral water.

"Don't know what you're talking about" Wolverine responded and took a large gulp of his beer.

"Play it that way if you wish, I don't care. At the end of the day I still make my money…." Peter trailed of.

"You weren't always like that" Logan suggested.

"Perhaps" Peter took a sip of his mineral water with one hand and shoved a hundred dollar note across the table with the other, "Your winnings"

Logan raised an eyebrow and pocketed the desperately needed cash.

"There's a lady at the main bar, the front of this little establishment, looking for any new comers that might have arrived. She's a rather trust worthy person, you might want to go talk to her" Peter continued.

Logan raised an eyebrow and stashed the cash in his back pocket "Who is she?" he growled.

"Miss Rogue- only" Peter supplied; "Now if you excuse me, I'm retiring." Peter got up.


"Glad to have met you, i'm sure i'll see you again. My friends call me Piotr, its only in this town that i'm known as Peter" Logan smirked at the mild deception, "Good Luck Logan" Piotr nodded.

Peter grabbed his jacket from the chair that he'd occupied; just before he left he placed a pair of black boots on the table without uttering a single word.

Signalling to Jack that he was leaving, Piotr disappeared into the crowd.

Piotr hadn't mentioned the child even once.



Wolverine snatched his new boots in one hand and a beer bottle in the other and proceeded to make his way to the front bar area, exiting the hidden room aka The Cage.

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The empty room looked almost viciously cold, the noise from 'the Cage' room could barely be heard. The empty area actually seemed welcoming to Logan- he was a loner by nature- that was something he didn't need to remember.

The only person that remained in the room was the 'Lookout' Jack.


Logan pulled up a stool, Jack was no longer nervous as simply leaned against the wall behind the bar, as if waiting.


Her hair was long, auburn with a white streak and hung loosely around her shoulders and down her back. She wore a layer of gothic-style make-up and tasteful clothing of black trousers, a long flowing winter jacket and a thick turtle neck top.

She smiled as she saw him, just his back seemed to scream warnings but it wasn't just Wolverines life that she had come here to change. She looked very young in appearance and the way she breezed into the room with such grace just seemed to state that she had confidence, spunk.

She was a gal that seemed slightly out of place in this grungey town

"Hello" her voice was a breathy murmur and so soothing that it didn't even startle the man from his dark thoughts, it just seemed to lure him away from them.

He looked at her for an instant and then looked away.

"I understand that you're looking after a child?" she politely asked in a more formal tone but still a light voice with a southern accent.

How she knew it, Logan didn't know.

Only three days had past. One of them had involved escaping a Mutant Experiment Facility with 'a child,' the other day had consisted of walking in a freezing hostile environment for a day and a night, the third day (the current day) had involved finding this small town.

News spread fast in this area. By the sounds of it- the military hadn't exactly passed through the area quietly and tight lipped. The people all took part in an illegal sport, minus the idiot sheriff and Peter was a complete mystery. Jack knew about mutants from the news!

Perhaps this place was slightly too dangerous for Logan to stay. He couldn't even remember his life and kept loosing control to bad memories. Three days-maybe it was time to move on.

"What are you- a mutant social worker?" he muttered as he nursed his beer.

She laughed politely, "No, I'm a friend."

It didn't go down as she'd quite intended as he glared at her, and then grunted, "And I'm the tooth fairy."

"Really? And I'm a minor wild card" she smiled at the memory of the old nickname that her thief had given her.

"Wild-card…" Logan mulled over the words and then suddenly he remembered-the kid!

Crap!


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