Disclaimer: If I owned rights to Marvel or Fox I would probably do more with my time than write fan-fiction. Like go on vacations to Hawaii and drive around in big expensive cars. Sadly, I don't own rights to either of them. Oh well.

Side note: I hope ya'll enjoy this story. I started it three different times, and wrote four or five different endings. I hope it was worth it. Please enjoy!

I woke to the sound of rain crashing against the roof and a throbbing pain in my head. I sat up in bed and saw that the TV was on. I looked over to my right and saw Logan sitting on the couch, watching it.

"How's your head?" he asked.

"It hurts a little, but I think it'll be fine."

"Good. You hungry?"

"Uh…yeah, actually, I am."

"There's some stuff on the table, you can fix it yourself. I already ate, so get what you want."

I stood from the bed and walked to the small table only a few feet away. There was a box with three sausage biscuits in it and another half full of potato wedges. I took both boxes and carried them back to the bed, where I sat and watched the TV. There was another one of the Three Stooges movies on.

"Are the having a marathon or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, one of them was born or died today, or something."

"Do you know how many Stooges there were?"

"Yeah," he said, giving me a sideways glances, "three."

"No, I mean over all, how many of them were there altogether."

"Five."

"Wrong."

"What do you mean 'wrong'? There were give of 'em."

"There were six."

He looked over at me, abandoning his interest in the movie for the time being. "Larry, Moe, Curly, Shemp and Joe. That's it."

"There was one more."

"Who?" I just smiled and began eating one of the biscuits. "Who's the other one?"

"If everyone always gave us the answers to everything, then we would never have to think for ourselves, would we?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Eat up kid; we're leavin' in an hour."

I stopped. "What?"

"I'm checkin' out of this place in an hour, so we gotta' leave."

"We?" I asked timid and curiously.

"We, me and you, gotta' be outta' here by then. Whatever you do after that is up to you."

We sat quietly as I ate my breakfast. "You take me with you, and I'll tell you the name of the other Stooge," I said with a sad smile.

"That might work if there was another one." I let out a small, sad laugh at him. "You ever been here before?"

"Where, Canada?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, the only time I had ever been outside of California was when I lived with my real mother here. After my parents adopted me, they became sort of over protective and so I didn't get to really go anywhere. Even in state."

"Are you scared?"

"By what, being on my own or being up here without knowing where I'm going?"

"Both."

I thought for a moment. "Not really. I thought I would, and probably should be, but honestly, I've always felt on my own anyway. And being here… I mean, I don't know what I'm going to do and that's a little scary I guess, but I was never comfortable just sitting still. I would get antsy, feeling like I was trapped, caged inside my own house. There were times when I felt like I couldn't breathe and all I wanted was to run away from it as fast as I could. I wanted to move and to be free, and not have to worry about other people. So no, I'm not scared; it's actually a bit of a relief, really."

"So you're not gonna' go back home?"

"I don't think I can. Even if I could get over needing to move, like I said last night; unless I can get these visions under control my parents are just going to continue to think that I'm crazy."

"So? Why do you care what anyone thinks about you?"

"I don't really, but I'd rather no have to argue my sanity with anyone," I said. "I do that enough with myself."

"Are you crazy?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no."

He was quiet for a while. "Last night when I said I would give you money for a room, you said you had money."

"Yeah."

"So why were you stayin' in a parkin' garage? You have money, why not get a room?"

"Because I was saving it for when I met you."

"Were you plannin' on paying to hitch a ride with me?"

"If that's what it was going to take."

"So now that you don't have to worry about that, you gonna' stay somewhere inside?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't see why I shouldn't."

"Good."

Less than an hour later, we had both dressed, gotten all of our things together and were leaving the motel room.

The storm the night before had done some damage. Leaving debris littering the streets, which were flooding with two inches of rainwater easily, and growing. Branches and small trees blocked paths in the road. Overhead, the clouds were still dark, looming menacingly, threatening to open up and pour rain down upon us all once again, but instead it just continued to drizzle.

I looked from the sky to Logan, who was throwing his bag into his truck and I panicked. He couldn't leave. What if I couldn't stop my visions and I couldn't find him again? I watched as he closed the door and walked over to where I was standing in front of the motel room.

"Here, you'll need it later," he said, handing me a hundred dollar bill. "Be careful kid, and good luck."

He turned and walked back to his truck and left. I felt my last bit of hope slip as I watched him drive away.

Over a week after Logan left, I was no better off than to begin with. If anything, I was worse. I could barely sleep, each time I tried; I would see him. Always fighting. Always in the same bar. When I wasn't sleeping, it wasn't much different. I saw him constantly. I couldn't take it and decided that if I was going to keep seeing him, I might as well do it at home. I decided to call my parents to ask them if I could come back.

It was raining. Still. I pulled on my old army jacket that my uncle had given me years before and ran across the street from the motel where I was staying in, to the phone booth on the over side. Once inside, I dialed my parent's number and prayed for answer. After two rings, I got one.

"Hello?" I heard my father answer.

"Dad?"

"Jayden? Sweetheart, where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm find dad. I'm good."

"Where are you, baby? Please come home, we miss you."

"I miss you, too. And mom."

"We've been so worried about you."

"I know, I'm really sorry," I said, right before my sight shifted, went blank and then readjusted itself as I began to have another vision. It was of Logan and that same girl that was around my age. He was leaving for Canada and she had gone to tell him bye.

"How long are you gonna' be gone?" she asked, standing in front of him in what appeared to be a garage.

"I don't know, a few months. I just gotta' get out and do some thinkin'."

"About Jean?"

He let out a deep breath. "Yeah."

"I don't know if I ever told you, but I'm really sorry. I know you really cared a lot about her." He offered her a nod. "You goin' up north again?"

"Yeah."

"Are you gonna' pick up anymore hitch-hikers or do I get to be special and be the last one?"

"To be quite fair, I didn't pick you up; you stowed away in my trailer," he said and she smiled. "Don't worry; I won't pick up anyone else, alright? You were the last one, and see how much trouble you got me into?"

She smiled again. "You know, you can call or write whenever you want, I wouldn't mind."

"Yeah, I'll try," he said. "Come here, give me a hug."

She hugged him. "I don't want you to leave again."

"Hey, listen to me, no matter where I go, or how long I'm gone, I'm always gonna' come back for you, alright? I just gotta' get some things figured out and I'm gonna' be back Marie, I promise you, okay?"

"Yeah, alright," she said, pulling away from him.

"Be good kid, take care of yourself and if any boys try to get you in any trouble, you let me know and I'll take care of 'em when I get back, alright?"

She smiled. "Okay."

He pulled her back to him and kissed her on top of her head. "I'll see you when I get back."

"Bye Logan."

"Bye."

That was it. The vision was over and when my sight shifted again and readjusted once more, I was back in the phone booth, phone to my ear and once again watching the rain fall hard and heavy against the Plexiglas case.

"Jayden, are you there? Jayden? Terry, I don't think she's there," I heard my father say.

"Dad, I'm here."

"Jayden, where are you?"

"I'm sorry daddy, I can't do this. I thought I could, I thought I could go home, but I can't. Tell mom I'm sorry and that I love her."

"No, sweetheart, don't go, just tell me where you are, please baby," he pleaded.

"I can't. You and mom chose not to believe me when I said that I wasn't crazy, so until you and her can believe me, then I can't come home, either."

"You need help, we can get it for you if you just home come."

"You can't get me the help that I need, because you don't get what I'm going through. I'm sorry, but this is something I have to do. I have to figure this out on my own. I have to go. Bye."

Hanging up wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I was focused and I knew what I had to do.

It took two days for me to find the right bar. It was some dive two hours outside of Calgary, and just how I had seen it every night for a week. Upon entering, I was greeted to the sound of loud, drunken men and woman, cheering and yelling, as well as the smell of beer and stale cigarette smoke. I saw the cage first, and then I saw him. He was wearing only his blue jeans and punching a man in the stomach before he head-butted him. The other man dropped to he mat and everyone cheered Logan. I didn't know why, but an extreme amount of pride welled up inside of me when I saw him win.

I spotted the bar and went to sit. It was nearly midnight and I didn't know when the fights would end. I figured it would be easier to just sit and wait. So I did. For two and a half hours. When the firsts were done, he dressed and came to the bar, sitting on the opposite end than me. I paid for my tab and walked over to him.

"You followin' me?" he asked without turning around as I walked up behind him.

"Sort of. Can we talk?"

"Ain't that what we're doin' now?"

"Can I sit down beside you?"

"Do whatever you want."

I pulled out the stool beside him and sat down. "Is the only reason why you didn't take me with you because you promised Marie that you wouldn't pick up any other hitch-hikers while you were gone?"

He sat down the beer bottle that had been only an inch away from his mouth and looked over at me. "What?"

"She told you that she didn't want you to pick anyone else up while you were away. You promised you wouldn't. Is that why you wouldn't take me with you?"

"I don't know how you know about that, but it's none of your business. I didn't take you with me because it's not my problem that you see things, it's yours. And I'm not in the mood to drive around a teenage girl until you realize that it's not gonna' get better, it ain't gonna' stop, 'cause you're a mutant and you're just gonna' have to get used to the fact that we all have our problems, kid. I've got mind too, but I don't track down complete strangers in order to fix 'em. I do it myself."

"Yeah, so it was just a coincidence that you found some of the men who made you what you are and killed them, right?"

It was a good thing that looks couldn't kill or otherwise I would have keeled over, dead on the spot right then. No one had ever looked at me with as much anger as he did right then.

"You think you know me 'cause you've seen me a few times in some of your dreams?"

"No, I don't and I don't want to see you. I don't want you to be in my head every day, every time I'm awake, or asleep. I want to be able to go back to how it was before I saw you, but I can't."

"Well what do you want from me?" he growled.

"I need you to help me. It's not going to cost you anything to take me with you. If you don't want to talk, then we don't have to. You call all the shots, everything, I just need to know why you're different. I need to know why I can't stop seeing you, because more than anything, more than you will ever know, I want you out of my head. I don't like having to wake up in the middle of the night because I have to see some hellish nightmare that you lived through that involved people cutting you open and doing experiments on you. I'd rather not know what metal and blood tastes like. I don't want to know what it feels like to be electrocuted to the point where every other people should, and would, have died. I wish that I had never seen you because all you've done is caused me problems."

"Problems? Didn't I let you stay in my room, use my shower, sleep in my bed, feed you breakfast and give you a hundred dollars so you wouldn't have to sleep on the streets? Now, I'm thinkin' that I helped you out more than I had to darlin', 'cause I didn't have to do anything. I could have left you all by yourself in that ally, but I didn't. It's not my fault that you see what you do, I'm not doin' it to you, and I don't owe you anything. So why don't you just leave me alone, alright?"

I looked at him, not hiding my desperation. This was my last chance, if I couldn't talk him into it then, I never would.

"Please, just listen to me; I need you. I don't know why, but I do. I've never needed anyone before and I've never wanted to. I know that you don't owe me anything, I know that it's not your fault that I see what I do, but I'm begging you, please help me. I don't know what to do and when you asked me before if I was scared, I know that I said I wasn't, but I lied. I am absolutely terrified. I have never been so scared or unsure of anything in my entire life."

"Which is what, eighteen years? You gotta' lotta' years to be scared and unsure, kid, get used to it."

"I know that, but what I'm saying is that all I'm sure of is that some how we're connected and I don't know why. I know that this is none of your business, I'm not your problem, but please, help me," I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks. "Please." He looked away from me and took a sip of his beer. He didn't say anything; he just looked straight ahead. I wiped away the tears from my cheeks with the sleeve of my shirt. The pride that I had felt when I had first seen him in the cage had dissolved, leaving only desperation and anger. He wasn't going to help me. "Alright, sorry to waste your time."

Leaving was hard, because once I left, I felt hopeless and scared. But I didn't know what else to do. He wasn't going to do anything, not that I really should have expected him to. He didn't know me and I know him from the visions that I had had of him. He was a longer who didn't like to settle in one place for too long. He didn't want people who needed him. I saw that. I felt that. I knew that. But I had also seen and knew how he felt about that girl, Marie. I knew that he cared about her and I thought that maybe he might take me with him because he could think of me as her. That if she were me, he would want someone to help her. I had bet too much on that and I was paying for it.

I left the bar and walked right out into the rain. I didn't care about getting wet; there were bigger things on my mind. I stood in the parking lot, getting soaked head to toe and I felt lost. As I said earlier, I had never truly felt like part of my family. I went through the motions, I called them my parents, I spent time with my grandparents, I had always been a good kid, but the truth was; it was all an act. I wasn't an upper class, preparatory school, ex-girl scout. I may have done those things and lived that way, but it wasn't me. But I didn't know who I was. The last person who did know me, who knew my past and knew who I was, had given me away. Nearly all of my life I had felt out of place, but I had never felt lost. Not until right at that moment.

I walked to the edge of the parking lot, to a lamppost and sat down on the ground, leaning back against the base of it. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, hugging them to my body. I rested my head on my knees and closed my eyes, but when I did, all I could see was Logan.

After I sat, I continued my crying from earlier. I needed to cry. I needed to get it all out so that I could get myself together and decide whether to go home and tell my parents that I was a mutant, or stay out on my own. Each wasn't without repercussions. I knew how my parents felt about mutants, but there was no way that I could go home with them believing that I was crazy. And after having Logan know that I was a mutant, I couldn't go back to lying about myself.

But if I didn't go home, I would have to find a place to live, a job, on top of all of that, I would have to deal with my visions that seemed to only get worse day by day. They would both be life-changing decisions and I knew that whichever one I picked would have to be it. I wouldn't get to go back and change it and I didn't know which I wanted more.

"You make a habit to sit outside when it's rainin'?"

I looked up and saw Logan standing beside me. "No, it's just that this rain won't stop," I said, noticing my teeth chattering from the cold for the first time.

"Come on kid, get up."

"Why? There's nowhere for me to go, I might as well stay here."

"You're not gonna' sit out in the rain and freeze to death, so get up."

I stood up beside him, a sheet of ice-cold rain falling down in the space between us. "Now I get to stand and freeze to death. This is so much better than sitting," I said dryly.

"Where's your stuff?" he asked, ignoring the blatant sarcasm in my voice.

"Here," I said, pointing to the green army bag at my feet.

"Get it and follow me."

I did as he said, slinging the bag onto my shoulder and following behind him as he walked through the flooding parking lot. Once we reached his truck, I stopped.

"If you were going to take me to my hotel room, I don't have one. So you might ought to just leave me here," I said.

He stopped and looked at me from where he was unlocking the passenger's side door. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "I'm not takin' you back to your hotel; you're goin' with me to mine. And what are you doin', why don't you have a room?"

"You're taking me with you?"

"Yeah, if you shut up and get in" he said, opening the door and motioning for me to get in.

"Thank you," I said, running to the truck and ducking inside as I climbed into the seat. He shut the door and then walked to the other side before climbing in himself.

"So, you know what you're getting yourself into?" he asked, looking at me.

I shook my head, rainwater rolling down my face from my hair. "I don't have a clue what I'm doing."

He started the truck and turned on the heater. "Good. Me either."