Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, except for Aurora. Plot is mine though.

Throughout story: " " = Speech ' ' = Thoughts ^ ^ = Telepath

Chapter 5

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" He hissed through gritted teeth, gloved hand wiping his mouth with a growl. His hands steadied again, ears twitching at the terrified whimper on the floor behind him.

"Sick? No. Joke? I hope not." She said softly with a smile. Shining blue lips showing a streak of white even teeth.

Logan glared over to her in horrified astonishment, "What do you expect me to do?"

Mystique remained smirking, nimble hands on her bare hips, "Hm. Kiss me back?"

It took Logan a while to get his head round that, "Wh- What?!"

Mystique gave a shrill chuckle, eyes narrowing in amusement at this, "My, my, my... this must be the first time the big bad Wolverine got lost for words."

Logan growled lowly, claws still extended, "I ask you to not do that again." He muttered softly, knowing that the answer would probably be not what he wanted.

"Do what?" She chimed playfully, "Do this?" She stepped forward again, making way to kiss him. Logan let out a roar, thrusting his hand up to create a shield over his face with the three deadly claws. Her nose tip touched one of the blades, eyes flitting open and she leaned away suddenly at the impact of these claws.

"I want nothing to do with you." He growled firmly from his bladed barrier.

"Then let me wipe my slate clean of you." She hissed menacingly, crouching softly to set for a leap.

And she did. Nimble body springing upwards, flexible limbs making way for strike.

Logan let out another of his inhuman roars, fists thrusting up to strike at her as she flew, hitting her squarely upon the stomach. She fell back with a groan, hitting the floor with a thud.

She lay still.

Logan stepped over, his thick boots creating a heavy thump on the floor. He leaned over, sniffing curiously to work out the damage.

Before he had chance to react, her knee rose in a flash, to slap him round the thighs to knock him forward in which he hit the floor with a shout. She sprung up, landing heavily upon his back. He jumped, sending her off with a spinning motion.

She hit the frame of the open door with a yelp. Staggering onto the floorboards. Logan then came running at her with claws extended. She gasped and hurriedly shut the door in his face, blades striking the wood and sinking through the other side. Mystique sank back into the form of the barmaid, heels clipping as she entered back into the bar.

Meanwhile, Logan was having difficulty getting his claws back from the door since he had hit it with such a force.

They finally came free. He staggered a little. Boots narrowly missing the real barmaid upon the floor.

The door creaked slightly, with a growl he moved over and flung it open, expecting to see Mystique, when all he got was a gun shoved to his forehead by one of the men from the bar. The fake barmaid was sporting several injuries, and it appeared she had run in to tell them of her 'attacker'.

Logan swallowed softly before he growled, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing. The man with the gun let out a rough tremor of speech, "You hurt the lil' lady. We hurt you bub." Logan's eyes flashed to the copy. Whose lips smirked across the man's shoulder at him. He roared, sending a clawed fist in the man's direction. A bullet shot from the gun and struck him in the forehead, sending him back with a dull thump. The real barmaid on the floor gave a muffled scream at this, wriggling madly in her bondage.

The man with the gun chuckled and turned to the fake barmaid behind him. She had gone, no trace of Mystique anywhere. Where the real woman remained on the floor, still helplessly screaming through her gag. The man ran over and untied her, frowning, completely baffled.

Logan groaned softly, the bullet popped out of his forehead as the wound healed up slowly. He stood to his feet, fixing a glare down at the man, claws pointing at the back of his head, "Bub?"

The man's head turned slowly, gasping softly. Dropping the gun then raising his hands to show no weaponry. Logan growled softly, retracted his claws and turned, running out of the bar, passing all the murmurs of the drinkers and into the freezing sunset where his car remained and Aurora sat, deadly still as usual upon his passenger seat.

"Jesus..." He murmured softly, rubbing his knuckles as he strode over to the car.