AN: This one's really short. Sorry. But enter a familiar character.... Yay! Go me.

"What???"

Wolverine interrupted Kurt's story, staring at the blue man with widened eyes.

"What did you say?"

"Her friend's name vas Logan Contreras," Kurt said, a little shocked. "Vhy?"

"Are you fooling with me?" the other man growled, in a low voice.

Kurt shook his head. "Nein. He vas her friend from childhood. Even vhen ve dated for a little vhile she vas still in love vith him. Vhy does zhis matter?"

"When did you talk with her?" Wolverine pressed.

"A few months before I came to the United States," Kurt said amazedly. He had never seen the man so riled up: the tension was tightly wound in him, contained like a compressed spring. "Zhat was about zhree, maybe four years ago."

"Volverine-" Kurt started.

"My name is Logan," he bit off. Kurt's mouth dropped open. He took in Logan's appearance like it was the first time. Wild hair: check. Short, stocky body: check. Gruff and prickly exterior: check. Good man all the same: check.

"Ve have to talk to zhe professor," Kurt said. "He might know her; she suggested zhis place to me."

Amazingly, Logan restrained himself. "Well… Chuck's asleep right now. It's probably one of the few times he has slept through the night. Besides, no one's awake right now." The doorbell rang, and there was a sudden heavy knock on the door. "Except for the dumbass that's outside," Logan muttered, rising.

"You should probably get it," Kurt said. "Zhey're still a little surprised when I open zhe door."

"Right." As he padded down the hallway, the doorbell rang again. Logan sped up. "All right, all right," he said. "Don't wake up the entire house, moron." He saw Kurt appear behind the door, out of sight.

"Yeah?" he growled, yanking open the door.

The porch light shone down on a large, heavy figure, in a huge dark trench coat and shading hat. It looked like it was soaked through with the rain that had been coming down for the past few hours.

"I beg your pardon for the hour," said a deep, cultured voice. "May I come in?

The sharp coppery tang of blood entered Logan's nostrils just as the figure took a shaky step closer to the house and collapsed just inside the doorframe. It hit the ground heavily, completely unconscious. He caught sight of dark fur, and clawed hands as it fell, and when it hit the ground the hat flew off to show a large, ape-like face covered in dark blue-black fur. A small pool of blood began to form under one shoulder. Logan glanced at Kurt, who was staring at the figure in as much surprise as he was.

"Now we should wake the professor," Logan said.