Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Blix: Hm, she does doesn't she. Not intentional. Not completely. I just tried to make her flirtatious; anyway, all will be explained eventually.

Kimenomi: Tell you what? Why Logan would regret fighting her? Cos as far as he's concerned, if he'd had truly fought her he believes he would have beaten her and fatally hurt her. And yes, she is a mutant. And he has no plans to go near her, he's not in the best of moods now.

Kjl24: Lol. :D I know.

SquirrelSlaveDriver: You gotta hand it to him, he managed to control himself to some extent. Would have been pretty harsh if he did lash out in true Wolvie style o.o

Chapter 46

    Since the cage fighting Logan had quietly slumped away to sit at the bar, receiving his winnings for the defeat against Hacksaw. He had sat to quietly drink a beer in peace before he moved on. But unfortunately, the taunts continued from the bar, men gathering and jeering animatedly. Logan just stared fixatedly at the opposite wall, the rush of the fight simmering now, and his earlier troubles began to resurface,

"Dude, I can't believe you lost to the kid," came a voice and Logan let out a small growl, "That's just.. shocking.." continued the hearty voice as a hand slapped at his back mockingly. Logan twisted his head slowly to stare at the grinning face of the man who spoke, beside him some sniggering friends.

"Ain't it just," said Logan grumpily, shifting away from the man's arm as he continued to mope with his beer.

But the jeers and mocking continued, he could hear them from the far corners of the bar, all laughing animatedly at the defeat of the supposedly terrifying Wolverine.. who lost his first match, to a young kid. A female young kid. His ears picked up all the gossip far too well. His name spun around his mind continuously, the insults and laughter chasing around his brain, making him cringe inside.

Well, that was his ego bruised that's for sure..

Whatever would Scott think when he hears about this.. no wait.. if.. if is good.

After a few more minutes, it had got too much for him to handle. He didn't want to explode and begin smearing blood over the walls. He turned from the bar hurriedly, stalking out to the double doors. The warmth and noise of the bar was replaced by a cold and quiet landscape as he slowed his footsteps across the snowy car park. His beer was still being held in a hand, and now alone, he moped with complete silence around the side of the building.

He eventually stopped his walk and came to a halt by the Cadillac Escalade. The trusty ebony vehicle was showing the strain after its adventurous pursuits with the Wolverine. The front windows were still smashed, windscreen still cracked heavily by the infamous skull. Breathing out a misty sigh to the frosty night air, Logan leant back on the bonnet of the car, eyes scanning the indigo sky of diamonds. A crescent of the moon shimmered down upon the scene, the brilliant whine sheen smearing a dusty glow over the surrounding dark sky.

Logan closed his eyes temporarily, taking a drink from his bottle of beer. Once swallowed, he sighed again, the same misty cloud circling from his parted lips and fading away into the air. With a bitter grunt in his throat, Logan lowered his eyes to stare thoughtfully at the snow at his feet; his eyes closed again as he thought back over Mount Rundle. The adrenaline and thirst of the fight had departed from him, and he was being thrown back to a hard earthed reality at a miserably fast speed.

The air around him was peaceful, the hum of surrounding wildlife creating a faint melody to background the scene. Logan listened in on the poignant sounds; his still closed eyes earthwards, as his head remained bowed. But just then, from the side of the building, a door slammed and an angry shout stung at the atmosphere followed by an agitated scream. Logan's head rose immediately whilst eyes lifted open to turn and stare at the direction of the noise. From his position, he could see the back of the building down on his left, and a figure had just been shoved out of the back door rather ungracefully. The voice sounded up again.

"You can't do this!" came the voice of the figure. Logan recognised it, it was that kid again. She was stood, shouting to somebody in the building, Logan couldn't see inside the open doorway, but he imagined it was some sort of authority from the bar.

"I can, and I have," came the gruff reply of a hidden man.

Hellion gave an angry exclamation, fists being clutched in irritation, "Damnit I won! Pay me!"

"Sorry darlin'," and the back door was shut in the girl's face with a slammed thud. But this didn't deter her.

She let out an enraged gasp mixed between frustration and shock, "You what?!" With another exclamation she kicked at the door furiously, "Damn bastards. I won that fair and square, give me the rest of the cash!" But as there was no reply she stepped back to glare at it furiously, "Assholes," Logan heard her mutter in undertone. Hellion hung her head with a heavy sigh of annoyance before it rose slowly, partly turning to the figure that lingered across the car park, watching her. It was that guy, the Wolverine. Great. "Gonna gloat?" she asked in a sharp yet defeated tone.

Logan had remained quiet as he watched the woman display her anger at the closed door. But when she noticed him he straightened, watching her, unmoving. When she spoke he rose off his lean on the car's bonnet and instead took a few strides towards her. Why was he bothering? He was supposed to hate her guts now, wasn't he? Surely that was the way it went, But he didn't know.. he had never lost before. The closer he went, the clearer she became, the small light above the backdoor lighting up the top of her form, but sending most of it in shadow, "No.." he answered quietly, still holding a beer in one hand.

Hellion surveyed him suspiciously, watching with caution as he stepped closer.

"Of course not," he continued as he cleared his throat with a quiet yet gruff cough, "Y'know.. they really should give you the cash. You won." What was he doing? Agreeing to his defeater? What next, sympathising?!

With another sigh, Hellion shook her head. Her lips then pursed before she spun at the door again, giving the metal door another series of noisy kicks, yelling her anger savagely before she eventually slumped against the door in a discouraged manner, "They didn't give me the winnings," she then admitted with a sigh, "They said there was no way that I could have beaten you.." her eyes shifted away from him, "They called me a mutant.." Logan tensed up slightly, did she find description insulting? Her eyes slowly went back upon him, her voice calmer than her earlier outburst, "Do you believe them?"

The tension lingered and Logan shifted from one foot to the other pretentiously, filling in the apprehensive silence with a swig of his beer. Eventually he admitted in a quiet tone, "Yes.."

Immediately Hellion's eyes hardened a little, "I'm not a mutant.."

With a disbelieving snort Logan down the rest of his beer, "No human can climb like that."

Hellion pushed herself up off the door, regaining her balance on both feet. She looked very anxious now, fists clenching, "What are you gonna to do?"

Logan threw the empty bottle down by the side of the building wall; it smashed loudly before it dropped into the snow. Hellion visibly flinched at the sound, eyes staring at him. "Nothin'.." said Logan truthfully.

"You're supportive of mutants?" she questioned, rising out of her defensive stance.

With a wily smirk Logan nodded at her, "Darlin', I am one."

"Huh.." replied Hellion as she raised an eyebrow, "You don't seem to have much to show for it."

Logan let out a dry chuckle, waving his fist at her gently, "Of course I don't."

Hellion remained sceptical, "Go on, tell me."

"I'd much rather.. show you."

"Uh huh.." sounded Hellion quietly, eyes forever on Logan.

He turned gently to a group of rubbish bins stacked outside the backdoor, and with a grunt he smashed a fist down into the metal of one of the bins which buckled instantly and doubled over at the weakened point, "That's to show my strength," answered Logan before turning, and suavely ejected the middle claw on that same fist at her, "And that's for beating me." He spread a wide smirk at her, "But you didn't really beat me."

Hellion had watched with raised eyebrows, eyes fixating on the claw. Not really focusing on the rudeness, but more on what it actually was, "Wow. That's pretty impressive."

"Betcha glad I didn't use 'em on you."

"Quite," answered Hellion. She raised a hand to idly smoothen the front of her waistcoat, "Anyway.." she let out a whistle with her teeth against her lower lip. Logan stared at her bemusedly, half smirking in humour. What was the whistling for? Crazy woman.

But then, to his surprise, from behind the very stack of bins he had damaged jumped out a creature which slithered by Logan in a smug fashion, tossing it's shiny honey coloured tail at him before it scrambled elegantly up Hellion's trouser leg before swiftly turning to sit upon her shoulder. In the light Logan could identify it. A ferret. He had to stifle a laugh, "Cute," he answered sarcastically, "you've got an overgrown rat."

Hellion stroked the ferret's head slowly, smirking to him as she walked past in slowly put footsteps, "And you've got an overgrown ego, but I don't make a fuss about it."

Logan chuckled quietly. He liked her attitude, "So where're you off to kid?"

Hellion paused, turning her head to peer over her shoulder at him. An eyebrow had risen at his choice of name, "Kid?"

"Well I ain't gonna go round callin' you Hellion am I?"

"Look who's talkin', Wolverine."

"I assume you have a real name?" asked Logan with the same sly smile.

"You assume correctly," answered Hellion with a coy expression, "Madeline, Madeline Jones."

Logan nodded his head slowly in affirmation to her response, "Call me Logan."

"Just Logan?"

"For now," he answered with a chuckle. He nodded to the ferret, "And who's she?"

"He," corrected Hellion, "is called Blake. Probably my only friend right now."

Logan leant back on the wall as he watched the woman from his spot, "So, where did you say you were goin'?"

Hellion chuckled quietly, "I didn't," she turned, "Doesn't matter, unlikely I'll see you again some day."

"Shame," called Logan with a smirk. He then quickly rose off the wall to walk after her, "Needing a ride anywhere?"

"No, you're alright. I'm walking."

"At this time, ain't too safe. An innocent young girl out there on those dark roads.." he said with a wide smirk, eyes sparkling at the description choice, "You could hurt someone."

Hellion laughed quietly, turning to him, "Very funny," she said with a roll of eyes but she grinned sheepishly before shrugging, "You don't seem too bad.. I suppose it won't hurt."

"Where to?" asked Logan as he began to walk over to the car.

"Er.. not bothered really. I'm just travelling around North America so far."

As Logan paused by the Cadillac he nodded his head interestedly, "Ah, an explorer?"

"Not really," muttered Hellion as she shrugged. Her eyes shifted to the vehicle beside her, which she studied with a shocked expression, "Logan, someone's broke into your car!"

Logan blinked at her, spinning his eyes upon the car, "They have?" He looked puzzled until he realised the smashed windows and dented bodywork were probably considerably surprising to new eyes, "Oh no.. that was me.."

"What the hell did you do? Throw it off a cliff?"

"Yeah.." said Logan straightforwardly as he opened the car door for her, "Not purposely though."

"Huh.." murmured Hellion as she rose into the car and sat down, staring in disbelief at the amount of damage, "Is this thing even allowed on the roads?" she asked as Logan joined her side in the driver's seat.

"Hell knows," answered Logan, "I don't really care."

"I do! I don't wanna die in this wreck!" she clutched Blake in her lap as she glared at Logan, "I'm sure you don't wanna die in it either!"

Darlin'" said Logan soothingly as he started the engine, "Believe me.. I've survived many things." He shook his head as he began the roll the car out across the snow, "I'm a good driver kid, don't worry."

"I am doing.." murmured Hellion, looking around and quickly fastening the seatbelt. She glanced to Logan, "I suggest you do that too unless you want to make a new air vent."

Logan eyed her a moment before agreeing to her words silently and fastening the seatbelt over his chest and clicking it into place, "Satisfied?"

"Hardly," she answered, watching the broken window beside her worriedly as the car began to drive along the Canadian roads.

I hope you like Hellion, but there's quite a lot more to be unveiled before you go judging her, so don't be prejudice! (:

www(dot)freewebs(dot)com/tpftp