MEMO: Hey it is I the wacko, psychopathic, insane . . . author of this story here to let u know that I am in desperate need of ideas. And for all you Logan Lovers here is some one a little easier for you to 'capture'! A pre-mature, 16 year old clone of his!!!!! Named Shane! For Wolf-of-Black- Dawn.

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Chapter Six: Not in this Lifetime

*Snikt* The three adamantium claws slid out of Shane's knuckles. Shane looked around the dark alley, *where is she?* Shelly had been his best friend since seventh grade, when he stumbled onto the school grounds undernourished, scared, beaten, and without a memory.

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While everyone looked at him as though he was beneath him or her, Shelly had taken the initiative and tried to be his friend. He tried pushing her away at first, he didn't need a girl to help him fit in! In truth though, he did (not that he'd ever admit to it). Shelly wasn't the kind of girl to let him have the last say in an argument, because she easily kicked his ass (not in public) and knew more about the 'fairness' that came into play, during street fighting. The only way Shane could come close to winning was if he used his powers, but that would hurt her and that was the very last thing he wanted to do.

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*Snikt* The claws retracted.

"Hiya, Shane!" Shelly called.

Shane jumped and spun around to face Shelly at the other end of the alley. "Hey Shell," He replied walking over to her. "What did I tell you about scaring me like that?"

"Umm . . . " Shelly paused, "Only that you're a mutant, and you're dangerous, and scaring you can set you off. . . oh. . . oops, sorry."
"Forget about it, " Shane replied lightly. "Lets just hurry and give Principal Barns his birthday present, so i can go home and sleep." Shane yawned to emphasize this.

"Get home and sleep." Shelly corrected.

"Yeah, that, whatever," he grabbed a can of spray-paint from her backpack. "C'mon!"

"Hey," Shelly laughed, "I wanted the blue paint!"

"Pshh! And leave me with hot pink? Hell no!"

"But Shane!" She ran after him all the way to the school. Shane stopped and Shelly, who wasn't paying attention, ran into his back. Shane looked in wonder at the surreal scene unfolding in front of him.

Two women, men, and a pre-teen boy; were walking down a jet's loading ramp.

"C'mon Becky," the boy yelled in to the jet. He then turned to a young, dark skinned woman with arctic white hair, "Ororo, you said we were making a pit stop! According to the radar screen we're in Miami! That is not a pit stop! I signed up for boarding school not a tour of the entire East Coast!"

"Aww, shut it!" A blonde haired girl with iridescent purple eyes, slightly older than him, appeared at the top of the loading ramp. "Really Cris, how often do you get to make a pit stop in MIAMI??"

"I just wanna know what kinda crazy person would want a walking land mine to attend his school!" Cris shot back.

"No one insults Professor Charles Xavier," *Snikt* Three evenly space claws shot out of his knuckles. "In front of me," A man with unkempt sideburns lunged at Cris, "and lives to tell about it!"

Cris smirked as the man hit an invisible barrier and slid to the ground. "Logan there are more pressing matters at hand." Cris stated sounding as close as he could to Scott. Logan clawed and scratched at the barrier, determined to get to Cris.

"What are we doing here?" Becky asked walking over to Scott and Jean.

"Logan!" Jean whispered loudly. Logan turned to stare at her and dropped his fists, claws still extended, to his side. Cris dropped his protective barrier. Jean looked at Becky then shifted her gaze to where Shane and Shelly were standing. Becky's jaw dropped and suddenly the ground behind Shane exploded. Everyone looked at Becky as they heard the familiar *Snikt* of claws being unsheathed. It was Shane.

"Huh?" Logan asked, rather stupidly.

"Mystique?" Scott challenged.

"Logan," Jean breathed, "meet your own reconstructed teenage DNA."

Logan blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Logan smiled. Shane smiled. Before anyone knew what happened they heard the sound of metal against metal.

Logan against Logan?

Shane against Shane?

Logan against Shane?

Forty-five minutes later (after Cris and Jean telepathically pried them apart), Logan and Shane faced each other, while Jean and Storm tried to persuade Shane to attend the school.

"Yea, you really should go," Shelly put in. Jean gave the red haired girl a grateful smile. Shane turned to look into Shelly's clear blue eyes.

"I can't," he told her, "my entire life is here. I can't risk losing everything for something that might not work."

"Your whole life is not here! Only seventh grade until now, hey they might know something about you that I don't."

Shane grabbed Shelly's arm and pulled her away. "Not in this lifetime."