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------------------------------Welcome to ESPN 8 "The Ocho"--------------------------------

Marc had been, shot, cut, hit, beaten, electrocuted and quite a few other things that could have killed him. And now, he found himself staring into the eyes of the man who had put him through all of this over the last twenty-four hours.

"You SOB..." Marc sputtered from his purple lips, gazing in disbelief.

"You passed."

Marc started at the man. "…w-why…why did you do this?"

The man chuckled to himself. "I did this for you, kid. It's really over this time."

"I'm going to kill you Logan." said Marc trying to throw one last punch but missed and lean on Logan's shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Kid, you weren't in any danger." Logan kicked him in the ribs. "Get up…I know a donut shop a few miles down that way."

"I'm gonna kill you…after we eat…I'm starving." Marc staggered to his feet. "But, just in case you haven't noticed…I'm wearing bloody tore spandex and I also have blood all over me."

Logan sighed. "Well what do you think; I drove you all the way out here? The Blackbird is over in that clearing, I brought you a change of clothes and you can wash up in the washroom."

Marc wiped his hand across lips to get the blood off. "Thanks. Is there a toothbrush too…because I got bug in my teeth?"

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Inside the Blackbird, Marc was getting cleaned up and changed; Logan had brought along Marc's leather jacket, black pants and shirt. After dressing, he got the things he needed to brush his teeth.

"Hey Logan, where are we anyways?" Marc asked as he squeezed the generic brand toothpaste onto his toothbrush.

"Canada." He replied gruffly.

"Ah-ok." He began brushing his teeth; they were silent for a couple of minutes. "Hey you said earlier that I wasn't in any harm…I got shot in the freakin' arm. That felt pretty harmful to me."

Logan walked over wearing his civvies including that goofy cowboy hat. "Some hunter thought you were an animal or something, I chased him away after the shot."

"Yeah and we all know that deer are six-foot four and wear yellow and blue spandex." replied Marc, sarcastically.

"He said something about bigfoot." Logan said with a half-smile.

Marc turned to Logan with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a sense of humor developing or was that just a one-shot deal?"

"Hurry up." The badger replied in his usual tone.

"Thought so." He said, slipping his black leather jacket on. "So how we getting there anyways? I mean, I don't how parking in Canada is but I don't think the Blackbird will fit without us having to pay a lot of parking meters."

"I rented a car; it's in the docking bay."

"Why not just bring one of those X-Vehicle thingies?"

"Too suspicious."

"What'da'ya mean?"

"Let's just go."

"Fine by me."

They made their way down to the lower part of the jet and Marc crossed his arms over his chest. "You've got to be kidding me?"

"There weren't many rental places that were in this area, I took what they had." explained Logan, hopping into the driver's seat.

Marc sighed and reluctantly hopped into the passenger seat. He then went to grab his seat belt, pull it down to buckle it and the strap snapped. "This makes Lance's jeep look like a BMW."

The hatch opened creating a rank for them to exit the jet, they drove out and the hatch closed behind them. They were on their way to the donut place Logan had mentioned.

Even with his jacket, Marc was freezing. The rental appeared to have been duct taped together, piece by rusty old piece; the seats were not even attached to the car. It had three huge holes in the floor and no roof…and the sad thing was it was never meant to be a convertible.

The car, with all suckiness aside, still had enough juice to blast the heater. For that, Marc was happy. "You weren't really going to kill me…right?"

Logan ignored him.

"Right?"

Silence.

"Right?!"

Logan did not look at him and continued to avoid the question. "I'll answer any questions ya got when we get to there."

Marc still had a slight worried look in his eyes as they continued to drive on the snowy path.

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In about twenty minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of the donut shop. The building had a large donut/sign on the roof with 'Levesque Bros. Donuts' spelt out in sprinkles.

Logan opened his door and headed into the restaurant; Marc touched the handle of the passenger door and the entire door fell off. "That's great." He stepped out and let the dismembered door be then quickly entered the store.

Marc caught up to Logan and followed him up to the counter, noticing the other customers looking away from them.

"How can I help you, sirs?" said a man in a donut shaped hat.

Logan looked up at the overhead menu behind the man. "I'll take a coffee and a glazed donut…Marc?"

Marc shrugged. "Umm…I guess I'll have a coffee, a hot chocolate, two sprinkled donuts and a devil's food one, please."

The man nodded. "Okay your total comes out to be…$12.52."

Logan pulled out his wallet. "Canadian or American?"

"It doesn't matter." replied the donut clerk in a haughty tone.

"Fine." said Logan slamming the money on the counter, drawing the attention of most in the restaurant to look at them. "Oh and by the way…nice hat." He added and walked away to find a seat.

Marc stood there laughing and then looked at the clerk; he was not that amused. "You're gonna spit in our drinks aren't you?" Marc asked, deflated.

The man just walked away and Marc went over to Logan and pulled up a seat across from him. "Now answer me, were you really going to kill me back there?" He asked warming his hands with his breath.

"Yeah, Chuck would have been real thrilled with me killing one of his students…you weren't in any harm." Logan explained and then a server set their order on the table. "Thanks."

"Well I was in some kind of harm; I heard the bullets and even saw some of them hit the trees. What about those robo-death machines?" Marc attempted to coax a strait answer out of him.

"Most of that were just cheap tricks." Logan said and took a sip of his coffee. "Robo-death machines? Forge made 'em…they're just supped-up prototype maintenance bots. The worst they coulda done was shoot Windex at ya."

"You're an ass." Marc joked then shoved an entire donut in his mouth.

"Slow down kid you got to chew." They sat a few moments in silence. "Hey, don't tell the Professor 'bout this, okay?"

"He doesn't know?"

"Of course he doesn't. You actually think he'd let me do this?"

"No, I guess not…but he's a telepath? Won't he know even if we don't tell him?"

Logan took a bite of his donut. "Chuck doesn't go into people's minds unless it's necessary."

"How did you get me here anyways?" wondered Marc. "I know that I'm impossible you wake up at times but…"

"What, do you think I was pouring drinks last night out of the kindness of my heart?"

"Yeah I was wondering…but I still don't get how."

"Tranquilizers in your lemonade and you where out like a light."

"How did you not wake Amara?"

"C'mon kid, give me some credit? I am one of the best stealth operatives in the world plus I could've kicked your ass back there."

Marc rolled his eyes.

"Marc, your hand-to-hand skills are pretty okay. But, just so ya know, I can kill or disable you in seven different ways right now; five without my claws."

Marc scooted back in his chair a little scared. "Damn…how'd you learn all that?"

"When you've been around as long as I have, you'll pick up a few things."

"You can't be more than 35?"

Logan just chuckled. "You have no idea."

They both sat for a few moments and ate their meals.

"You said you'd answer any question I had, right?" asked Marc as he finished up his last donut and then downed his coffee.

"Yeah kid, shoot."

Marc took a deep breath. "Well I was wondering about this since the day I learned how the whole healing factor thing works…"

"Yeah, out with it…"

"Well can we, I mean with the healing factor, you know like…get STDs or AIDS?"

Logan smirked and leaned back in the chair. "I haven't had any problems."

"Oh, and we know how popular you are with the ladies…" He mocked.

Logan grunted and they sat in silence for a moment. "Why'd ya ask anyways," He asked in his regular tone. "Are you planning something with Kitty?" He snapped, condemningly.

Marc jumped at the sudden change in Logan's attitude and scooted back further in his chair. "NO, I swear it's not like that-"

"What, so is she not good enough for ya?" barked Logan, staring a hole in Marc.

"No it's just that-" Marc was cut off.

"So then you don't want to sleep with her?"

"I do…I mean no-well yes but…I..she…" Marc rambled in a panic until noticing Logan's smirk. "I freakin' hate you…"

He continued to chuckle. "Calm down kid, I'm just messin' with you."

Marc ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "When are we going to home?"

"Soon as you decide you want to go, I'm not forcing you to stay." Logan explained, cracking his knuckles.

"Lets get going then…I really, really want to sleep in my own bed." replied Marc, brushing a few crumbs from his soul patch as he stood from his chair.

Logan rose out of his seat and they headed out the door. Marc held it open. "I'm driving."

"Yeah right kid, get in…oh and hold that door on." Logan started the car, then when Marc was in, pulled out of the parking lot. "So remember none of this to Chuck."

Marc nodded. "So Logan, what do you like to do for fun? You know, besides torturing kids and shooting razor discs at them."

Logan didn't replied or even show that he acknowledged the question.

"Fine you could of just said, 'I don't wanna talk about it' or something." stated Marc as they continued driving.

They were about two miles when Logan suddenly took a sharp turn into the parking lot of a bar/pool hall that went by the name of 'Racks and Balls.' He hopped out of the car and, with a smirk, walked up to the entrance. "This is what I do for fun."

"You make turns for fun?" Marc asked, trying to get out of his seat that had collapsed. When he finally got out he hurried into the bar and sat at the bar next to Logan.

The place was nice, it was small but still nice. There was one pool table over by a window, several tables, a few booths and a bar.

The bartender took a good look at Marc. "He nineteen?"

"Yeah." Logan replied and Marc shot a look at him.

The bartender smiled. "Well then what can I get for you two?"

"I'll take a beer."

"Just a Coke for me please." Marc added and the bartender turned away to pay the get their drinks.

Logan looked at Marc, confused. "What're ya doing, I was going to let you get a drink."

"I don't drink."

Logan knew exactly why Marc doesn't drink, so he didn't pursue the conversation any further. The bartender set the drinks and the two started on them.

"We don't like your kind in here." A mans voice said from behind them. Logan sighed and turned around on his barstool to see five men surrounding a young woman. She was obviously a mutant, she had two horns on her head above her eye brows some on her elbows.

"Leave her alone, bub." Logan said roughly as he stood and walked over to them. Marc did the same and stood next to Logan.

"Why are you a mutie lover or something?" One man said with a smirk.

"Or something…" Marc mumbled.

"Then you're just as unwelcome here as her."

Logan chuckled. "Last chance, bub…leave her alone."

The five men gathered around the two mutants. "We're warning you, don't do-"

Logan punched him in the jaw. "This?"

The four started attacking them; two guys grabbed Marc from behind by the arms. Marc elbowed one guy in the gut causing him to double over and the he kneed him in the face. The other guy punched Marc in the face sending him back onto the bar counter.

Logan grabbed one of the guys by the hair and slammed his face into a wall. Another began punching at him but he just kept slapping his attempts away; Logan was about to punch him but was hit in the back of the head with a beer bottle. Wolverine turned around an knocked the guy out with a quick jab.

Marc was leaned up against the counter as a fist came flying at him, he ducked under it and came around behind the man and kicked him in the back. The man flipped over the counter and crashed into a few boxes and other things back there. A pool stick cracked over Marc's back hard and he came tumbling to the ground.

Marc's attacker went over to join in the brawl against Logan and he was now taking on three guys. Every time he went after one of them the others got him. Logan threw a punch and hit one of them but the other two just punched him. All of a sudden, one of the guys fell to the ground; Marc had hit him with a bar stool. "Now you know how it feels."

One of the guys pushed Marc away. The man Marc had flipped over the bar jumped over it and charged at him. Marc noticed it, just as he was about to strike, and bent over and the large man flipped over Marc's back and fell onto the pool table. The tabled cracked under his weight.

Logan was beating away on one of the guys when a fist came catching him in his temple. "Shit kid, what was that for?!"

Marc glared at him as they both continued fighting the last two drunken men. "That was for everything."

One guy swung a huge left hook, Marc ducked and thrust an uppercut into his gut then smashed a forearm into his face sending him backwards. Then, in one quick motion, Marc struck the man in the face with a right then spun around and connected with a left backhand. The man fell to the floor unconscious. "Oooh that's gonna leave a mark…meh."

Logan had the last guy by the collar and was just enjoying punching him. Marc tapped him on the shoulder. "I think he's had enough, Logan."

With that, Logan threw the man down by the collar and him and Marc walked turned around to walk back to the counter. The man scrambled to his feet and pulled a dart from a nearby dartboard and held it like a switchblade.

The sound of Adamantium claw unsheathing rang throughout the bar. "Wanna compare?" Logan growled.

The man was so shocked he dropped the improvised weapon. "You're a..a-"

Marc's fist caught on fire. "Yes…we're mutants…now get to steppin' before he feels like giving out free hair cuts."

The five drunks all helped each other out the door then the just took off running as fast as they could.

Marc adjusted his jacket then turned to Logan "Think they'll go to the cops?" Marc had a slight laceration above his eye, black eyes and a few bruises.

Logan chuckled. "Yeah kid, a group of drunks going to the police accusing assault after threatening a woman and a minor…that makes sense."

"You were amazing, thank you so much!" The young girl blurted as she squeezed Marc in a hug.

Marc looked at Logan and shrugged as if asking, 'what do I do?'

Logan smirked.

"No problem." Marc said patting her on the back.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You saved me! How can I ever repay you?" She said and kissed Marc. Marc pulled away and saw Logan trying not to laugh.

"Umm…it was nothing, really." Marc continued trying to get her to release him.

She finally let go and looked at her watch. "Oh gosh, I'm gonna be late for my dermatologist appointment, I gotta go. Thanks again two mutant guys." She said running out through the door.

Marc let everything sink in. "Logan…not a word to Kitty." He said, firmly.

They looked around at the bar; it was pretty much in shambles. Marc exhaled loudly. "Well damn."

The bartender came out from hiding behind the bar and evaluated the damage to his tavern. "Well I was thinking about remodeling…" He said trying to lighten the mood.

Logan sighed and pulled out his wallet then threw down a huge wad of money in front of the man. "Marc, did you really have to break that pool table."

"I didn't break it, the dude did." Marc replied as they both started walking out of the bar and made there way to the rental. They drove off back to the Blackbird and were on their way home.

-

Luckily for them, no one really noticed that they were gone. Logan had told the Professor that he was taking Marc on an all night hike. When they arrived back at the institute, school was already out and the X-Men were probably were all over the estate. Marc just went strait to his room.

"Marc have you seen my boots?" Amara asked from the floor as Marc entered the room and laid down on his bed.

"No why do you need 'em?"

"Don't you know?"

"I would have to say I don't."

"Hank has been taking a lot of heat from Logan because he doesn't train us hard enough. So now that Logan is back we have to hike 12 miles through the forest. That includes you too Marc. Isn't that just the perfect way to kick off your spring break."

Marc had completely forgotten that after school today, they got the rest of the week off. "Nope, Logan gave me the rest of the week off; besides that's nothing."

Amara reached under her bed and pulled out her boots. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" She asked, putting them on.

"Nothing…have fun hiking."

She stuck her tongue out at him as she left the room to meet the others.

"Oh that's very mature…" Marc joked as she shut the door. Marc changed into his extra pair of pajamas, the ones that weren't in Canada still, he laid back down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. "What a day: Robots, bullet wounds, bugs and bar fights...but now I'm bored." He thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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A/N - I hoped you all liked this…it was one of my favorite chapters to write.