BEEN THERE, DONE THAT…..AGAIN

Summary: AU, maybe. In the future, someone has messed with time continuum and the past and it's up to Logan's kids to fix it.

She was a tallish girl, beautiful and looked about twenty-one or so dressed warmly and hitchhiking on a frozen highway way up north in Canada. She was waiting for a specific truck/camper with a certain man inside. She knew that he was on his way to a dinky little town to do some cage fighting and she really wasn't looking forward in doing this. But if things were going to be put back the way things were as she remembered and knew it was; she would have to. As she stood on the side of the road waiting for a car, or truck to come by she sighed thinking of what she was going to do.

There he was, in that beat-up old pick-up truck and camper. She tried to look pathetic and pretty at the same time, she knew that he had a weakness for women in trouble and sure enough he pulled over and stopped.

"Hey darlin', ya need a lift?" He said, still hanging on to the cigar in his mouth. She just hated those things, but she hid her distaste.

"Yes, and thank you so much for stopping." She opened the truck passenger side door. She tossed her bag that she was carrying into the front floor of the truck on the passenger's side.

"Going far?" He asked gruffly, but with a twinkle in his eye.

"As far as you will take me.' She said, knowing she put a fox in the chicken coop. He chuckled. She smiled and winked at him. She climbed in and shut the door and buckled up.

"You're kinda familiar, do I know you?" He asked, looking at her intensely, confused.

"No. I would certainly remember you." She said looking him square in the eye. She tried to keep her feelings down. He could smell a lie a mile away. He knotted his brow, damn! He caught it! She sighed. "Well," she confessed. "I have seen you fight." That wasn't a lie and he smiled.

"Like what you see?" He asked as he pulled back onto the road.

"You could use a little more style there, umm Wolverine." She smiled at him.

"Think so…name's Logan." He nodded.

"Andrea. But you can call me Andie." She smiled.

"Andie, huh? Well hi there Andie." He stopped talking after that. It did not surprise or insult her in the least. He wasn't known for long speeches anyway. She used an old trick she learned to turn her nose off when it came to cigars and it seemed to be working.

They drove in silence for many miles. Logan pulled over to a truck stop, or at least that's what the natives called it. He filled the tank with gas and asked her if she wanted something to eat and drink. She nodded and he ordered a couple of burgers, fries and some beverages and snacks to go. They shared the rest of the trip in relative silence; Andie was enjoying the company of someone close to her. He didn't know that of course, so it made it a little like spying on a friend.

After a week of traveling they had worked out some kind of schedule and got along with each other rather nicely. Logan didn't put any moves on her and she didn't encourage any. They had finally pulled into a small frontier town by the name of Laughlin City. Andie took a deep breath. This was it.

"You alright there, Andie?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, I'm just tired of traveling and I could use something to eat."

"Sounds like a plan to me." They pulled over and parked. "I'm going to check out the action first. Why don't you grab yourself something to eat? I'll take a burger if you don't mind." He said shutting the truck door.

"Okay, the usual too, I suppose?" She smiled, and he only grunted. She chuckled. Logan had an entire repertoire of grunts and growls that had certain meanings, and over the course of her life, knew precisely which one meant, that one meant, "yeah, whatever."

The day was wearing on and Logan made some of his usual arrangements and Andie did what she did best these last few years. Wait. And she waited.

The fights started and one by one Logan beat the crap out of all of them with showmanship and finesse. She never got tired of watching him move. He was elegant in his savagery. She was getting sick and tired of the same routine and wanted this to be over in the worst way, but it was far from over.

She smelled someone familiar. A beautiful girl covered in an old fashioned cloak came inside timidly. There she was, she was so young and so beautiful. Looking just like she remembered her from past times. She looked rather nervous as she came in and sat down to watch the fights. She could see the attraction and fascination that she had for him right then. She tried not to stare at her and settled for ignoring her instead. Besides she would be seeing her later in the bar anyway.

The fighting was over and Logan cleaned up a bit and met Andie in the bar. She was already sitting at the bar next to a beautiful young girl. Hell the girl couldn't be more then sixteen, if that. She looked tired, and smelled scared.

Logan figured that Andie was being her generous self and bought the starving girl a burger and fries. He sat down next to Andie and gave the girl a glance with the tilt of his head; while she devoured the burger in large hungry bites. He asked for a beer and tossed some money on the counter for it. He smoked his cigar and drank his beer in relative peace while the TV broadcasted the news from the States. A conference was coming up in New York City with some of the world's leaders. A special mention of the mutant phenomenon was going to be one of the subjects talked about. Logan cocked his eyebrow at that and he heard Andie sigh. He recognized the sigh; it was one of boredom and frustration. The week they were together he got to know her fairly well. She was angered and frustrated by stupidity and politics, which usually coexisted side by side. The large man with the dark t-shirt that he had defeated in the cage not to long ago approached him. And Andie chose then to stand up.

"Sorry, buddy. You're in my way." She addressed the big man.

"I know what your friend is," he whispered to her.

"Yeah, the King of the Cage and you are…..not, just another dorky loser." She sneered. He drew back his hand to slap her; she grabbed his wrist tight and flipped him over like a coin. He landed hard on his back. She dropped to her knees and used his chest as knee pads. She leaned down until their noses were almost touching. "Even a little gal like me can beat your ass. Better not start anything else, if you want to keep breathing pain free." She smiled at him almost sweetly.

Chuckles spread through out the bar. The man swallowed. He was now embarrassed and his back was killing him. He'd had gotten beaten twice that night, once by the man at the bar and again by his…girlfriend.

"Come on Stu, let's get out of here." A man standing said to the man on the floor. Andie quietly translated it quietly to herself to mean: "You're in over your head here."

Stu, defeated and hurting both physically and mentally got up slowly and followed his friend outside without causing any more trouble.

"Wow." Said the girl quietly, after swallowing a mouthful of food.

"Ditto. Hell, Andie, I didn't know you could fight so well."

"Yeah, my dad insisted that I'd learn. A girl's got to protect herself." Andie grinned, looking at the girl at the bar. "You almost finished there, dear?" Andie asked. The girl simply nodded and finished the last of the burger and fries in short order.

"Thank you so much." She said gratefully.

"Not a problem, hon." Andie said. "Well, let's get out of here, shall we?" Andie said grabbing her purse and waiting on Logan and girl. Without a word of protest from Logan the three left the bar. The girl picked up her satchel and trotted behind Andie and Logan.

Outside of the bar, Andie turned to Logan. "We'll be taking her with us when we go tomorrow." And that was that. "You'll be staying with us in the motel room." The girl's mouth dropped open. "It has two double beds; you and I can share one."

"But, I can't share a bed with anyone." The girl says almost fearfully.

"Don't worry; I don't swing that way, if that's what you're worried about." Andie smiled. The girl blushed, and Andie laughed. "Sorry honey, I was just teasing ya."

"Andie, you are sooo bad." Logan said, and chuckled softly. They continued to walk to the motel, the girl was anxious, Logan could smell. He opened the room with his key and opened the door.

"I believe our new friend will probably want to use the shower first. Am I right?" Andie said looking at the girl. The girl threw the most grateful look yet. She nodded her head.

"Sure, go on kiddo, you just get cleaned up first. I can wait." He gave her a kind smile. The girl dropped her satchel and opened it to remove some clean clothes and she dashed into the bathroom.

"Ya know, you're being awfully generous here. What's the deal?" Logan asked Andie.

"Kindness is its own reward. Besides, she just a kid and needs a little help from those who won't take advantage of her." Andie said smiling.

"Yeah, alright, but I'm not makin' a habit out of being a good guy." Logan grumbled.

"But, you are a good guy." Andie said smiling sweetly.

"What are you trying to do, wreck my reputation?" He said angrily growling fiercely. Andie just giggled at him. "Stop that! You're supposed to be scared of me! I'm a mean, dangerous, badass!"

Andie just started laughing at him and couldn't stop. She nearly fell to the floor laughing.

"I am a dangerous badass, I am!!!" He practically shouted. That only served to make Andie laugh louder and harder at him. "I am dangerous! Just ask any of those guys from the cage!"

That was almost too much for Andie, she hit the floor and was now rolling in gasps of laughter and unable to breath. Tears were now coursing down her cheeks.

Logan was now at a loss for words and didn't know how to react to a woman who felt no fear of him in any form. He huffed and dropped himself into the only chair in the room.

He turned on the TV hoping to at least find some kind of solace in an old movie, or something other then Andrea's laughter. Andie caught her breath and began to get herself under control.

"I'm really sorry, honest." She still had the giggles. He glared at her. The look was obvious, even to her in her state of mirth. Yeah, right. Of course you are. Which; unfortunately set her off again.

"Oh shut up!" He grumbled. She settled down some and flashed him a huge delighted smile at him. He tore off his jacket and flung it across the room and he huffed and stared knives at her from the chair. She wiggled her fingers at him playfully, and he rolled his eyes in response.

The old black and white movie barked unceasingly at them while each took a turn in the bathroom for their showers. Logan even calmed down from his hissy fit at Andrea. He was the last one out and the steam from the hot water followed him out of the bathroom. He had put on a clean pair of jeans and he was shirtless and wasn't wearing any socks or shoes.

Normally, Logan went around naked in motel rooms and slept in the nude, but since he was now sharing his room with two females he felt that he should at least be almost a gentleman. Andie didn't show the slightest interest in him and the girl was obviously not of legal age. She was obvious still nervous about something although both he and Andie show not the least interest in her, that way.

"What's the matter kid, ya alright?" Logan asked, seeing the fear on her face. "We're not gonna hurt ya." Logan said gently.

"Yeah, I know." She said in that southern accent that melted him to the floor, but he didn't show it. "It's just that I, umm, well."

"Spit it out gal, what's the problem? Aren't you tired? Just take off some of those clothes and climb under the covers. It'll be warmer there and you won't need all that covering." Andie said, smiling reassuringly.

"It's well; you'll probably want me to leave, if I tell you." She said almost too soft for them to hear.

"Go ahead kid, there's nothing that you can tell us that will make you leave." Logan said.

"I'm, I'm, I'm a mutant." She closed her eyes and waited for the yelling. There was none, and she opened her eyes cautiously. She saw that not only were they not yelling, they were looking at each other with knowing smiles.

"So? What's the deal?" Andie said in a rather bored tone.

"HUH?" The girl said, surprised.

"Your mutation…what is it?" Andie asked.

"My skin, it hurts people when they touch it." She blurted out. "Aren't you going to ask me to leave? I mean it's really dangerous for anyone to be around me." She blinked at the reactions, or rather lack of reactions to her statement.

Andie merely chuckled and held her right hand palm up. A large ball of energy appeared above her palm hissing and crackling with tendrils of electric bolts emitting from it. It then faded away. Logan lifted up one of his hands and made a fist then a set of three sharp blades came out of his hands behind his knuckles at breakneck speed with a Snikt sound.

"You're mutants too!" The girl exclaimed in surprise. The two adults laughed kindly at her.

"Yep," said Logan.

"Come on kid. Ya got a name?"

"It's Rogue." The girl said.

"That's not a name, that's a description. What's you're real name, hon?" Andrea asked.

"Marie." She smiled at the woman.

"Hello Marie. I'm Andrea, call me Andie. This is Wolverine, call him Logan." Logan grunted a greeting. "That means, 'nice to know ya kid'." Andie said giggling. "And if you're wondering if you'll hurt me…." Andie said, and she leaned up and touched Marie on the face. Marie gasped. She was surprised that not only didn't she feel any power coming from Andie she felt no memories either. "I have a field of protection around me; you couldn't hurt me unless I let ya." She grinned at the girl. Marie's mouth dropped open in surprise. A tear rolled down her face. Since her mutation kicked in, she hadn't been able to touch anyone. "Need a hug, hunny?" Marie nodded. Andrea pulled her arms around her and gave her a tight hug. A delighted and tearful laugh escaped Marie and the girls giggled for a while.

"Hey, would you two mind holding it down over there, I'm trying to catch the end of this movie. Casablanca is coming up next, and I don't want any of your girl pajama party ruining it, savvy?" Logan said sternly.

"Yes, daddy." Andrea said, teasingly. "We'll keep it down, besides I want to see it too. It's like the best movie ever made. Hey Marie, have you ever seen Casablanca?"

"A long time ago, I think." Marie said quietly.

"Come on let's get settled in the bed and wait for it. It's gonna be good."

Marie hadn't felt this good since her mutation set in and was all smiles and giggles. The two females settled on the chosen bed and got under the covers and propped themselves up with pillows. Logan shot them a disgusted look. They giggled at him again. He turned away with a sour look on his face.

"Girls, can't live with them, can't kill them." Logan mutter loud enough for the girls to hear, and they only chortled at him some more. He sighed it was going to be a long night and an even longer day tomorrow.