I had woke up like a usual day, grouchy about the early hour. In my usual room, in my house, sprawled across my bed, taking up a majority of the queen-sized expanse. How was I supposed to know that something had changed in the bloody world. It never had anything this drastic happen to it before, not that I can recall. And not since.

I went out, got in my car. I had to get to classes that started at nine. It was eight. Good luck to me. I was driving along when I noticed it. Just something out of the corner of my eye. A reflection, a hallucination, I don't know. All I do know is that I made a rather spectacular dent in my car. Or rather, the idiot on the motorcycle made a dent in my car.

I pulled over to the side of the road, and went over to see if the person was all right. And if I hadn't been in too bloody much pain to be asleep or dead, I could have sworn I'd either died and gone to paradise, or was dreaming. And I didn't want to wake up if it was a dream. A real, live X-Man in front of me.

I have to bring myself back to reality here. An X-man who'd nicely dented my car, and scared me down to my bones. X-Man or not, he was going to have to answer for that. But I can look for now, can't I? Black hair, tall, movie-verse style Logan. I don't see how he could have crashed into me, a big white Cadillac DeVille. A normal moron, perhaps, but Logan, the one with heightened senses? Not at that intersection. He would see me coming a mile away!

He stirred, and I stepped back. I didn't want in range of those claws until I knew he wasn't going to use them. He was groggy, and dazed. How the hell did that happen? I shrugged, not really worried about it. He'd be fine, with that healing factor of his. He lookd up at me, and his eyes narrowed.

"You should watch where you're goin', darlin'."

I snorted. "Look who's talking. You crashed into me, not vice versa. And for your information, I do watch where I'm going. And anyway, how do you miss seeing a large white caddie like mine? And then hit it?"

"You weren't in the intersection when I went."

"You were there when I went. Though not before. You came out of nowhere. What the hell were you thinking?"

He stood up. "You weren't there."

"I was. And I didn't see you anywhere on the road. And now I'm going to be late for class. I probably won't make it to my first class, not now. Not to mention, putting this in the shop. I don't have that kind of money! Oh, and I'd like to find out how many of my ribs you cracked with that stunt. I HURT! And for you to put that kind of dent in my car, you could not have stopped at that intersection, which you were suppossed to do, probably not even contemplating stopping! You are acting like the common MORON that populates these flipping roads in greater numbers than I care to contemplate."

Logan blinked. "Do you ever stop for breath, darlin'?"

I raised an eyebrow, highly unamused. "Don't try to distarct me. I don't like being crashed into by a motorcycle, that's being driven by someone who suppossedly has heightened senses, and should have seen me coming! I don't care how good looking you are, or how interesting you may in the bloody movie, or frelling comics, you do not get to get away with badly denting my car, and at least bruising my ribs, possibly cracking them. No!" I was breathing hard, quite pissed off.

Logan stared. "What movie? What comics?"

I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing, trying to calm down. When I opened them, he was gone. So was the bike, and the dent in my car. My ribs still hurt, and I knew that it hadn't been a dream. So what in Lady's name was going on? First the incident in the chat room Friday night, now this.

I shook my head. I had to have been hallucinating. I got back in my car, and drove home. I called my teachers, and told them I wouldn't be in class today, I had fallen ill, and had a doctor's appointment. I was not in the mood to face anybody today, not after what had happened.