Author's Note- How it happened I don't know. I kept thinking: Wolvie needs a girl. But this... I've read about this pairing twice. Once in Luba's stories and once in Elizabeth Braddock-Grey. My story has picked up a new pairing Logan/Betsy.

Road Trip

No forgiveness on the streets of this town
I left my patients at a traffic light
There's no denying that I almost lost it
Threw in the towel, too tired to fight

Tonight I need you
More than yesterday
Tonight I need you
-Bon Jovi

In the truck

Logan growled to himself as Jubilee reached into the front seat to change the radio for the thirtieth time. Not liking the new station she reached up to find a new one. "If your hands do not stay in that back seat I swear I will cut them off," Logan growled losing his temper.

"Logan," Betsy said obviously more amused than chastising. She had to bite back a chuckle.

"I'm going to tie them up and gag them," he said. "Then mount them to the back of the truck."

"Okay," Jubilee said. "We'll listen to Britney Spears, since Wolvie seems so fond."

"Don't call me that," Logan said. "And go ahead, change the damn channel, just stick with one."

"Thanks!" Jubilee chirped.

"Can we get something to eat?" Bobby asked for the sixth time. Logan growled again.

"Will it shut you up?"

"Probably," Bobby said.

"Fine," Logan said. "What do ya want?" The two teenagers started arguing about that and Logan looked at Betsy.

"I'm ten seconds from leaving them on the side of the road," he said. She merely laughed.

"Hardees," she said.

"That works," Jubilee said.

"I guess," Bobby relented.

"About damn time," Logan said pulling into an exit ramp.

Betsy laughed again. "Watch that language, you're going to be a bad influence for the kids."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You want ta be on the side of the road with them, darlin'?"

"Would you do that to me, luv?" she asked her tone flirtatious. Logan raised one eyebrow. Jubilee's hand inched towards the radio and he grabbed it. She sighed sitting back in her seat.

In the Thunderbird

Pete looked at Kitty and smiled. She was fast asleep. She stirred and glanced at him. "Sorry, I guess I fell asleep," she whispered stretching deftly. He let his eyes drift as he wondered if she had any idea of the way that that movement thrust out her breasts. She saw his gaze on them and blushed. "The road, Pete."

"Sorry," he said not meaning it. "You can sleep all ya want, luv, I don't mind." She turned on the radio and he winced as she turned it to a popular rock station. "It's better than listening to this crap."

"I like this," she protested.

"I know," he said. "I love you anyhow."

"You're just funny tonight," she said smacking his arm. She laid her head on his arm. "Pete, she's going to be okay, right?"

"She'll be fine," Pete said. "I've gotten t' know yer friends, luv, Rogue's a tough bird. They won't touch her. Hell, they can't."

"You're right," Kitty said. "I guess I'm just worried." Pete wrapped an arm around her.

"It's gonna be okay, grasshopper."

The truck again

They pulled into a motel and got out. "Bobby, you and I will share a room. Bets, you're with Jubilee." The two teenagers sighed causing Logan to smirk. "Did you actually think I was goin' to put you in a room together?"

"We hoped," Bobby admitted.

Logan snorted. "Be up at five, we're leavin' then." The two grabbed their bags and went to the rooms.

"We haven't gotten much of a chance to talk," Betsy noticed as the two slowly followed the other two.

"No," Logan agreed. Betsy yawned leaning against the wall. "Tired already, darlin'?"

"A little," she admitted.

"Get some sleep," Logan said. "I'll see you in the mornin'." Logan watched her form as she walked to the bedroom.

Back in the thunderbird

Kitty yawned. "Ready to stop?" Pete asked.

"Mm-hm," Kitty murmured. Fifteen minutes later Pete pulled into the parking lot of a hotel and got out of the beat up thunderbird and going around to open her door for her.

"Hungry?" he asked as they walked into the hotel.

"Very," she admitted. They had gotten McDonalds earlier but the salad that she had gotten wasn't very filling.

"We'll get something sent up," he promised grabbing her bag. The two approached the desk. The clerk looked suspicious as Pete walked up. The suspicion turned to disgust when Pete asked for one room with one bed. This, of course, made Pete's more "charming" side come out. "Would ya mind hurryin' up, mate. The lady and I are rather... tired."

"How old are you, miss?" the clerk asked as he handed Pete a couple papers to fill out.

"Eighteen," Kitty said rolling his eyes.

"You really don't have to be here," he said in a soft voice so Pete couldn't overhear them. "There are shelters and other places for young ladies like you to go." Kitty blinked, at first she was merely confused by his comment, then she realized what he meant.

"How dare you!" she exclaimed. Pete looked up, startled. "I am his girlfriend not-"

"Somethin' wrong, luv?" Pete asked sitting down the pen and approaching the two.

"He thought that I was a prostitute!" Kitty yelled.

Pete's eyebrows shot up, he couldn't help it but that mere idea amused him. "Got a secret life, grasshopper?"

"Wisdom, if you don't shut up right now, I swear I will shove this boot so far up your ass-"

"Ooh, kinky," Pete grinned.

"Pete!"

"Easy, luv, let's just get the key and go upstairs."

"But-"

"Who cares wot some empty headed toe-rag thinks?" Pete asked. "C'mon, let's go." She grabbed the room key and he took the bags. Pete gave the clerk one glare and said simply, "don't insult me girl, mate, next time I won't try to calm her down." He followed Kitty to the elevator. He listened, amused, as she ranted the entire ride up, then the entire walk to the room.

"I'm going to kill Jubilee," Kitty fumed as they entered their room. "She just had to pick out the most slutty outfit possible."

"Kit, luv, calm down," Pete said fighting his urge to laugh. "He was an idiot. You do not look like a slut, okay? And no matter what you wear you could never look like a tart."

She snorted. "Right."

"I'm serious," he told her gently. "You have this... light inside of you, an innocence that never lets anything bad really touch you." He grinned. "Except me, of course."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course. You're talking like I'm a saint or something."

"Saint? No. You have quite a temper on you." He paused thoughtfully. "But you are good."

Kitty laughed bitterly. "Just what I always hear: good."

Pete smiled, a touch sadly. "That's not a bad thing. Trust me." She sighed taking off the boots. He sat down beside her slipping off his own shoes. "I love your legs."

She blushed. "That was random."

"I've admired them before, I'm just mentioning it now. I love your legs." He ran his hand lightly over her calf smiling when she shivered a little. "You are just so bloody beautiful."

"Pete, I, um-" He stopped her words with a slow, passionate kiss. She sighed against his lips tilting her head for a better angle.

"Go take a shower," he said. "I'll take one in the mornin'." Kitty grabbed her bag and looked through it before pulling something out.

"Yes, Jubilee dies."

"Wot's wrong?" Pete asked.

"Look!" she turned and showed him what Jubilee had put in for pajamas. Pete started laughing.

"Are ya goin' wear it? Please say yes."

"You're funny." She put the negligee back into the bag and reached for Pete's bag.

"Why don't you just keep one of me shirts?" Pete asked. "You always wear them."

"I'd have to wash it."

"Yes, that would probably be good."

"Then it wouldn't smell like you."

He wouldn't admit it but that actually touched him. "I thought you said that I smelled bad."

"You do. And I think I'm addicted."

"C'm ere, luv." She went to him and straddled his legs. He kissed her and leaned back. She went with him willingly. She ran her hands over his chest curiously. He bit back a groan. "Kit, luv, you should really go take a shower."

She blinked then smiled down at him. "I don't want to. I want to stay with you." She kissed him slowly.

"Kitty? Wot are ya sayin'?"

"I... I want you. I want to be with you."