Logan and Theressa were walking toward the bar when Logan said. That was some pretty good fighting you did back there. When I was teaching you I knew you were good but I never thought you were able to. He let his words trail off and Theressa finished it for him.

"You didn't think I could take on that hairball. Who is he any way?"

"Let's just say an old friend. Creed and I go way back. We have our differences."

"Is that why he's after you?"

"Not exactly. Long story and I don't want to tell it. So who took my place after I left?"

"Cyclops."

Wolverine's eyes traveled to the ground. So that's why she can take out Sabertooth. He thought. Theressa saw the look on Wolverine's face and tried to cheer him up.

"Scott is a good teacher but not as good as you were. To tell you the truth I liked you better." Just as they reached the front on the bar there was a soft but long buzz.

"What was that?" Logan asked

"What? That buzzing noise? That's just my necklace. It has a mini cerebro programmed into the one of the diamonds on it."

Logan's eye's nearly popped out of his head.

"Must be getting more high-teck with each passing day. Is it the same as the original Cerebro?"

"To an extent yes. The main cerebro has no limits, with the exception of Magneto. It can also tracks mutants, but not to their exact location, by using their brainwaves. The mini cerebro does the same............"

"T, English, short answer please."

"Yes it is like the real thing except the tracer has a 3 mile radius limit."

"Cool. Question, Could that hunk of metal be tracing old slobber mouth right now?"

"Yes but probably not. Two reasons, one Sabertooth is probably out of the three mile radius by now and two as far as I know this edition has not been programmed to Sabertooth's brain waves yet. After all this is my first mission that I have gone on by myself. I also used cerebro to find you. The reason why it wasn't going off when I walked in is because there is a button that when I push it the 'brain' of cerebro will shut down."

Logan wasn't surprised that Theressa had answered all of his unasked questions. After all she was a telepath.

"Come on we have to get there before one of magneto's goons does."

Theressa walked over to a shiny black Norton, with red flames at the front of the bike, and put on a helmet.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked with a shocked tone of voice.

At one point he too had had a motorcycle. Boy did that bike road like a dream. Until the point where he had to abandon it and watch it get run over by an eighteen wheeler. His beautiful bike was nothing more than a pile of nuts and bolts. He wouldn't be able to rebuild her this time. This was good- bye. Theressa brought Logan out of his daydream.

"Logan. Yo, earth to Logan. Come in Logan. Are you with us?"

"What? Yeah. What was it I was saying? Oh yeah. What are you doing? Is this your bike or some hot shot boyfriend of yours?"

"I will have you know that this is my bike and I don't have a boyfriend. Not yet anyway. Are you coming or not?"

When Logan didn't answer she said. "I don't see your Norton anywhere. Now either get on or walk, your choice. Here, I brought an extra helmet."

A thought crossed Logan's mind so he asked,

"Who's going to drive and if I get on does that mean that I'm your boyfriend?" She could see his teasing smile.

"I'm driving and No. Just because you are riding with me doesn't mean I'm your girlfriend." Theressa said as she punched him in the arm.

The first time she had heard of Wolverine she was seven years old. She had even had a crush on him at one point. Theressa had even had a dream about her and Logan. In her dream they were riding on his motorcycle and he was driving. He would look back at her and just as he was about to kiss her she would wake up. Well, that dream was about to come true. Although she had long since stopped having childish fantasies and had given up on her 'love' for Logan or wolverine as he was called in the heat of battle. Theressa preferred Logan but he liked to call her kid over her real name and even her new code name. Now it was Logan's turn to bring Theressa back to earth. Instead of saying anything he 'gently' hit her on her arm as he got on the bike. He put the helmet, Theressa had given to him, on even though he knew he didn't need it.

"You ready kid?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. Yeah let's go! Make sure you have that helmet on even with that healing factor of yours your going to need it. Hang on!"