Logan slipped out in the morning for painkillers. He had a pig of a hangover, something which his healing powers would not cure. Only industrial strength painkillers could stop the throbbing headache, it was a feeling he knew well. Perhaps a nice greasy breakfast would do him a world of good, too, if he could only keep it down.

It had probably been a good night. Logan had woken up next to another pretty blonde, this one was female, but men weren't unknown. He couldn't remember the name, but she hadn't been the clingy type. Once he had woken her up, she quite happily left, under his instruction to go quietly. Like most of the people he bought home, this one had thought he owned the entire mansion in which the Xavier Institute was set, and he informed her his wife was sleeping in the master bedroom, so could she please leave quietly. Good thinking for a man with a hangover.

If truth be told, Logan was fed up of bringing home interchangable beauties and not remembering what had happened with them. Not that it really mattered; it was always exactly the same sequence with people who looked exactly the same. Logan seemed to have a type, judging by who woke up in his bed. Women: Willowy, blonde, big boobs, IQ of about 20. Men: Willowy, blond, big dick, IQ of about 20. Some wanted to cuddle and sulked when asked to leave. Some left before he woke up. Always the same.

There were two people Logan really wanted, both of whom were completely out of his usual "type". The first was Ororo. This had been born out of the fact that he had known the woman for a number of years, found her beautiful, especially when she took that damn makeup off. She was a fascinating woman. Of all the times Logan had tried it on with her, and there had been quite a few over the years, he had never received more than a light peck on the lips. And Logan wanted much more. Ororo was a very sexy lady. In fact, Logan had made a pact with himself that once he had got into the eye of the storm, so to speak, he would calm down. Not fuck around. Get married. Commit.

He would probably be fucking around for a very long time.

And the other one was Sabretooth. Hate and passion are one and the same, and Logan wanted nothing more than to fuck his enemy. Unlike his fascination with Ororo though, this was just a little fantasy; having his enemy pleading for more was a silly little dream. Ororo had to happen at some point.

After something disgustingly greasy from McDonalds and several paracetomol, Logan was feeling vaguely human again. However, he was running slightly late for training up the kids, so opted to take the shortcut.

Shortcuts are notorious for being dangerous, but Logan was pretty much fearless. Nothing could harm him walking through the trees to get to the back door of the Institute. It was quite peaceful, really, with the sound of birds. If Logan had been a more romantic soul, he probably would have composed a love poem for Ororo and recited it to her. Instead, he contemplated the fact that waiting for him at the Institute was his orange spandex costume which was always a nightmare to get into and chafed like nothing else.

Logan paused. There was a familiar scent. Very nearby. If he were not feeling so shitty, he would have probably noticed it quite some time ago. He had just enough time to release his claws when he was pounced on, from behind, by his old adversary.

It was a fight similar to any other they had had. Vicious. Violent. And thoroughly pointless. Both mutants possessed a healing ability. They were entirely evenly matched, and so it was stalemate. They fought. Neither would die. Both would heal. One would slink away, admit defeat for the time being. But it would always happen again.

Today, due to Logan's lowered ability, it appeared that Sabretooth would triumph. The hairball had him pinned to the ground, unable to move. Logan closed his eyes and braced himself for more pain. A hangover and a mauling. Not a great way to start the day.

But the pain never came. Logan opened his eyes and stared right back into Sabretooth's. Saw confusion and turmoil. The larger mutant got up and walked away.

Saved.