disclaimer: I do not own anything on this page except the stuff about killer trees and the gas station attendant thing. so there I can make stuff up! yay! and yay! again

And so the forest, sensing a lapse in attention, whirled into action. A wall of angry shrubbery hung over our hero, howling.

Logan whipped around with a roar of his own, the flashing blades on one hand carving through the air, the other balled tightly around his only dollar. Logan was now most definitely pissed.

The screaming mass halted, their eyes widened in fear and then ran for the hills. Yelping.

The trees took note of the current situation, and watched Logan carefully out of the corner of their eyes. Logan had all daggers drawn, his eyes narrowed into slits. The youngest and least experienced tree pointed out how Logan sent out sparks as he ground his teeth together.

Then they all turned their backs and began to whistle. Swaying gently back and forth.

And yes I know it sound bizarre, but it did happen, just like that.

Logan still breathing heavily glared about him, the few trees that were looking over their shoulders at him quickly resumed, not looking at him.

So with a snort Logan spun on a heel and stormed back down the road toward the gas station, with a thundercloud above his head that would have made Ororo envious.

There was a small thunder crack, and it began to rain.

Logan nodded to himself, yeah he was going to get a full tank of gas and he was only going to pay a dollar. Yes a dollar and it had better be a full gas can. Full up to the top. Exactly level with the top, and he was not going to give them a bond, that's right NO BOND!

He began to chuckle, and rub his hands together in a kind of maddened glee…

"Millennium Hand and Shrimp! I tol' 'em, I TOL' 'em!" he chuckled again.

Logan cocked his head, he swore (and he did, a long list of very bad words, I tell you they were something, I even learnt a few more I can tell you that, and I should know I once read a dictionary! Any enough about me…) he swore that he could hear the soothing sounds of the Beach Boys, "Help Me Rhonda" to be exact, so with a shrug he gave into the madness and sang along.

The trees looked at him, and a few bushes and shrubs and stuff peeped out from around their trunks and nodded to each other, the Beach Boys CD that they were playing was working, there would be no Logan related plant deaths in this forest tonight, and yes, he wasn't too bad a singer either.

When Logan finally arrived at his destination, skipping merrily, soaking wet, humming "Surfin' Safari", a great grin on his face, clutching a very sad and pathetic dollar bill and a maddened glint in his eyes, the gas station attendant did what any gas station attendant does (I should know I once was one)…

Without taking his feet off the counter, glanced over the top of the newspaper he was reading, gave Logan a dangerous look and said, "We're Closed."

Logan slammed the dollar onto the counter.

"Gimme Gas. In Can. Righ' to top", the cheek muscle twitched again.

The Gas Station Attendant didn't move an inch, stared Logan square in the eyes.

There was a small peal of thunder above Logan's head.

Silence dragged.

The Gas Station Attendant shifted the cigarette to the other side of his mouth so that Logan could hear him clearly, and uttered those words of power… "You will have to put that out, sir." And continuing on to make a point, "We are sitting on thousands of gallons of highly explosive gasoline, and I don't know about you. Sir. But I don't want to appear on tomorrow's newspaper, with "GAS STATION ATTENDANT WARNED OF DANGER BEFORE MASSIVE EXPLOSION, ONE DEAD"."

It was a stalemate, you see gas station attendants are nuts too, depending on where the station is, the more isolated, the crazier and less intimidated they are. Having little or no human contact does that to people. The ones that work at full service stations are even worse, and more unpredictable. A million conversations about the weather tends to do that to people.

So Logan once again unsheathed his claws and tapped them against the countertop.

The Gas Station Attendant glanced down at Logan's amazing appendages, then looked into Logan's smiling face. "Just… One… Spark… Buster…"

Logan continued tapping.

At this point Logan had crossed the line, The Gas Station Attendant folded up his newspaper, took his feet off the counter, swung his chair around and stood up. The two warriors scarred from many battles stood about even, their eyes locked.

"We…are…closed." The Gas Station Attendant breathed.

A small part of Logan's brain looked at the picture in front of it, sent a message to the part of Logan's brain which controlled the movement of his voluntary muscle system, who then set about to their task quickly.

Logan spun around on one heel, as before, did an about turn and strode right back out the door. Logan decided that he would rather sing more Beach Boys in the homicidal forest.

But what about his dollar?!?

"Yeah, wat abou' mah dolla' !!" cried Logan

"Forget abou' yah f@*ken dolla', yah crazy bastard!" said the small part of Logan's brain, that wanted desperately to stay alive, hell it was a crazy bastard too, who had always cried "wheeeee!" when ever some thing so f@*ken crazy happened. It had a death wish, but not a wish for a death as violent as that.

"ok" said Logan in a quiet voice, cowed by the horrible images that the small part of his brain was showing him, no it was right an ass kicking by am insane gas station attendant would not be fun, and he wanted to be around when his buddy Captain America was thawed out.

So with a sigh, he began walking back to his bike, mourning the lost of both his dollar and his beloved friend.

"Sigh…"

Suddenly there was a shout behind him!

Logan whipped around and running to ward him was, dum dum de dummmm! The Gas Station Attendant, he was shouting and waving blunt objects?

"Gasp!" gasped Logan who was about to run when another very small part of Logan's brain even less well used as the "want to stay alive" part cried out "STOP!"

So since Logan was listening to parts of his brain, he decided to go along with that part too. Boy was he on a roll today!

The Gas Station Attendant slowed now that he saw Logan waiting for him and said "Hey buddy, since I haven't had a good challenge for a while, and I am feeling generous tonight, I brought a gas can, full to the top with gas and your dollar with me. Here!"

And with that he trust the gas can at Logan and smiled. Yay isn't that real nice!

Logan looked at his gift and then smiled back "thanks" he said and then held out his hand.

"What." said The Gas Station Attendant looking at Logan's outstretched hand.

Logan still smiling opened and closed it a few times.

"What the hell does that mean?!"

"My dollar" said Logan.

The Gas Station Attendant looked at him and said in a series of nice, calm and polite words…" That no, my dear fellow, I believe that my generous gift of a full gas can, is worth much more than this single monetary unit, and so will keep this in exchange, my fine pleasant friend."

Logan nodded thoughtfully; yes he supposed it was fair.

And at that the two parted their ways, one muttering under his breath about getting a new job perhaps somewhere less stressful like the LAPD, the other shooting worried glances over his shoulder, humming disjointedly to himself.

The trip back to the abandoned motorbike was very uneventful, the forest had even more respect now that Logan had ten gallons of gasoline in this arms.

That was until a small, crazy, fire-loving, freak of an Australian with a mostly depleted lighter came roaring down the road in a clapped out, bomb of a jeep. Laughing all the way, Ha Ha Ha.