Steph says: Thank you to all the reviewers- I'm very glad that you like my story so far! I hope you enjoy this chapter. The character of Shayoko is copy-righted to my dead friend, Felicia, who's a very talented drawer. Also, I'm thinking about opening my own website where I can host this fanfic.. But I have no idea where to start.. I mean, I make blends for this fanfic all the time, lol. OH! I also wanted to know, who do you all picture playing the part of Tegan– any famous people? Well enough of my blabber– enjoy!

Chapter Two

Placing one foot in front of the other, Tegan bent down low in front of the truck's front right tire. Her frame was bent so low she started to bend her right knee- her eyes rolled upward, trying to see what exactly what had happened that one night. When Logan and her had made it 'home' from town yesterday Tegan made a small snack for the both of him(tuna sandwhichs with a scoop of potato salad) both sat at the small table and discussed what had happened the other night. They didn't know how long they sat there talking- but by the time they were both done, the sun had gone down and that bed looked mighty comfortable.

But now, looking down at the tires, her eyebrows came together in confusion. Nothing looked wrong with the truck.. in fact everything looked alright-minus the fact the motor looked worn down.

Tegan let out a long sigh and stood up straight. She brought her arms high above her head and moaned while kinks in her back cracked. Logan had left to the town about two hours ago, claiming he had to speak to that french guy again.

He hadn't really told her his plan on how he was going to get the money to repair the truck, and when she'd ask he'd just grunt at her, telling her to keep her nose where it should be sniffing- and that place wasn't around his.

But she'd somehow managed to get her way around his attitude and ignore it all. When they'd gone to bed last night the man didn't even bother to acknowlegde her. So when Tegan tried to be polite and see him goodnight, he'd grunt and roll over onto side- back facing her. Tegan just sighed before she too, turned on her side and allowed sleep to overcome her.

But that godforsaken sleep never did come. Her mind wheeled about on it's thoughts till the early morning. Her eyes finally closed when the sun was allowing it's rays to touch the tips of the mountains.. and about 20 minutes later Logan had woken her up and informed her that he was going into town. She'd grunted and curled more closer to the pillow.

When he'd left she tried to sleep again, but again- the sleep would not come. So- groaning as she sat up, she jumped off the bunk and made herself a cheese sandwhich before walking out into the brisk morning sun. She left the camper's door open so she could sit on the ledge- allowing the cold air to engulf the entire camper. When she'd finished her last bite she got back up and closed the door. Needing some form of entertainment she decided to dig around her luggage. When she found her teasured cards she began to play a game of solitaire, with nothing but the wind to keep her company.

But now, standing outside in the cold- Now she really, really wished she would've gone with him. At least his grunts filled in the wind's shill screams.

Logan took long, confident strides down the sidewalk with his head held high. His jeans scruffed together- his leather jacket causing a waxing noise- the air biting at his chest that was only covered in a thin white-wife beater. A cigar was placed neatly between his full lips and he took deep inhales- the smoke coming out his lungs mixed with the shockingly cold air.

His long strides ended with him in front of the car shop. He spent most of his time in there- searching around, asking the french man if he knew any references where he could work- or if and where he could fight in any of the bars. The french man had nodded and gave Logan a couple of numbers and addresses, where Logan would spend another chuck of his day- leaning on the glass walls of the Telus telephone booth., inserting what had to have been at least 5 dollars in quaters- trying to look for a place to work in this small town.

When a bar had offered $450 per fight, 5 nights a week- Logan couldn't refuse. So he had told the man that he wouldn't be able to start for another three days. He responded, saying that it was fine- as long as he filled out some papers by noon tomorrow. Grunting his okay, Logan hung up and made his way over to the bar. The lettering flashed 'Billy-Joe's" in bright red, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the tackyness.

His large hands pushed open the the door- and a bell rung above him, indicated his entrance. Logan rolled both his shoulders before walking forward to the bar- where a rather large man stood, cleaning a glass. The bar itself was dimmed lightly, and everyone in the room looked 50 years older than thier own age. Logan gave a grunt to the bartender and asked where the manager could be found. The bartender pointed behind him with his thumb over his soulder and Logan spotted a door with golden letters written on the top; Manager.

Logan walked over- opened the door without knocking and told the plump bald man who he was. The man let out a long 'ahh' before sitting up high and digging in his pile of papers on the desk. He pulled out a small booklet and handed it to Logan- then told the Canadian to get the fuck out and see him later. Logan saluted the man with his favorite finger(middle) before he walked out himself.

And now, here he walked down the same old sidewalk, hands stuffed in his leather jacket's pocket with the papers, crippled, poking out. His boots made thudding noises against cement. The noises were his companion until he stopped suddenly. His head turned and looked up to the letters 'Dee's' restaurant. Tegan might want something... Sighing he walked in and quickly order a large meal that contained two steaks, a mountain high pile of mashed potatoes, a side dish of veggies and a bottle of pepsi.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the same teen who'd waitered both him and Tegan the other day. He took a deep breath before walking over to the blue haired teen and grunted, "Hello."

Her eyes looked up from the table she was wiping down. She straightened up right and rose an eyebrow, "What- came to yell at me agian?"

Logan shook his head, "I just came by to say.. look kid, do you know where I can pick up an application?"

Shayoko rose her eyebrows a bit higher, "Do you want to work here? You? Work here?.." She shook her head, "It's not gonna happen."

"No, I came here to pick one up for my friend."

"OH! well if thats the case..." She looked around, "Well the managers not here at the moment- she'll have to come by tomorrow."

Logan exhaled before nodding his thanks and walking out. Time to head back...

Home?

Tegan sighed as she flipped another card. 8 of spades. Letting out a small growl of frustration she moved to the next card and flipped it over- but before she could move it.. the door opened. She looked over her shoulders as Logan walked in carrying a white grocery bag. Her first instinct was to stand upa nd greet him- but her legs felt as if she couldn't move.

Logan didn't say anything as he walked over and placed the white bag on the counter. He pulled out a white styrofoam take-out box and passed it to her silently.

Tegan took the box and opened it carefully- she peeked underneath and instantly her mouth filled with drool. "Thanks." Logan didn't respond- just as she thought. Rolling her eyes she tore a chunk from a steak and brought it to her mouth- sucking on it. With her finger and thumb holding the meat between her lips- she stared a hole in his back. "Where'd you go?" She finally asked.

Logan grabbed a plastic fork that came with the take-out food and turned to sit with her. When he finally sat down across from her her took the foam box, opened it and began to eat. "Went around town."

"Ahh.." Tegan responded- finally chewing on her chucnk of steak. When she swallowed she asked, "Find anything interesting?"

"Work." Another bite, "At a bar- fighting. $450 a fight."

"That's if you win, now- do you plan on winning everynight?"

Logan put down his fork and stared over at her. He then raised the fork back up to his mouth. "Yeah, I do."

"You seem quite cocky there, Mr. Logan." Tegan flashed a smile before taking another chunk of the steak. She chewed for a moment before swollowing. "Do you think I should get a job then?"

Logan placed his fork back down and reached into his back jean pocket. He clutched his fringers around a folded peice of paper before reaching it out and smacking it on the table. "There you are." He spoke smugly.

Tegan looked up at him with her eyebrows drawn together. After a moment of silence she leaned forward and grabbed the papers. Her eyes scanned the top before her face scrunched up. "A waitress? You want me to be a waitress?"

Logan shrugged and poked through another slab of the meat. He brought it up to his mouth and chewed slowly. He stared at her deeply before he swallowed. "Yes." He answered simply.

Tegan kept her eyes tight on his before she sighed and let out a mumble, "fine."

Logan smiled to himself, which he rarely ever did, and leaned back into the seat. Tegan lowered her gaze down to the food as she started to eat. Uncomfortable silence.

"Awkward moment.." Tegan mumbled as she took a small bite of the steak.

Logan decided not to say anything as he closed his eyes. His body was tense for a long moment before he finally decided to just let his body go limp and forget about holding up his guard. To truly just live in the moment. He heard Tegan's sighs and breaths as she continued her game of solitaire. If he concentrated hard enough, he'd be able to pin-point just when exactly her chest would rise.

High.. Low.. High.. Low.. High.. Low

"Logan?"

Logan rose an eyebrow, still keeping his eyes closed. "What?"

"Did you.. Did you know that your hair curls funny?"

This caused him to crack open one eye. "What?"

"Your hair. The tips.. they kinda like.. Twirl upwards. It's like you have devil horns or something!"

Logan stared at her for a long hard moment before sighing and shaking his head, while closing his eyes. This girl was really something else.

Tegan allowed her eyelids to flutter open slowly. The suns rays stung hard against her eyes and she let out a small hissing sound. She covered her eyes for a long moment before letting her hand down slowly.

She sighed and snuggle deeper into the body that held her..

Wait a tick– who the hell was holding her?

Tegan rotated her head down to look at the arm wrapped around her stomach, and instantly butterflies filled her. She swallowed a gulp of saliva before laying her head back down He was touching her, he was touching her..

She swallowed another round of saliva and she was suddenly aware of the sweat that was beading on her forehead. Just calm down Teg.. Calm down! She closed her eyes and began to breathe normally. Her heartbeat even went down a couple notches.

Suddenly his arm tightened around her waist and he let out a moan. This caused Tegan's eyes to shoot open. She turned herself over so she could face him, and she slowly pushed herself away from him. But his grip only tightened and he pulled her closer, so close that her face was mushed up against his chest, and she couldn't help but notice just how rock hard it seemed.

She swallowed another gulp of saliva. He moaned again.

"Psst.. Logan.." She whispered, poking him with her pinky as she pushed herself away from him. "Logan!" He moaned and held her closer. "Logan please let go.."

When he didn't, she decided to make the best out of her predictament. She leaned her head over his chest and allowed sleep to come.

Tegan walked through the inches of snow before beating the whiteness from her shoes before entering the restaurant. She reached up to the hoodie's hood that overtook her head, and she pulled it down. Her eyes darted left and right before she noticed the all-familar blue-hair waitress.

She grinned to herself before walking up to the woman, who was eating a turkey drumstick. "Hello." Tegan greeted, before slipping in the opposite side of the booth.

Shayoko's eyes went wide and she put the drumstick down. She brought a finger up to her lips and took a suck. "Hello." She replied, taking the finger out. "I take it you want your application?"

"Please?" Tegan asked, reaching over and grabbing a loose piece of meat from the drumstick.

Shayoko reached inside her pouch and pulled out a folded application. "I'm surprised you didn't bring your boy-toy." She answered, pushing the application over the table-top.

Tegan laughed. "My boy toy? Logan? Pfft. No...way.." Her voice trailed off as she read the rules and regular needs in order to become a waitress.

Shayoko tilted her head. "You mean you two aren't an item?"

Tegan shook her head and continued to read. "No.. No we're not." She mumbled, still reading.

"You know half that stuff you don't even need to do. I didn't even bother reading the bloody thing." Shayoko said, laughing softly.

Tegan looked up from the application and smiled.

Shayoko's face suddenly filled with confusion and she leaned forward. This caused Tegan to lean away from her and ask, "What?"

"Smile again." Shayoko ordered.

Tegan's hand flew to her mouth. "I think I've been here long enough.." She annouced, starting to stand.

But Shayoko's hand flew out and snatched Tegan's wrist. "You can tell me.. I won't tell anyone I swear." She whispered.

"How can I trust you?" Tegan spat out. "You're probably just like the rest of them!"

Shayoko shook her head. "Never. I would never initially do that."

Tegan stood there for a long moment, staring down at the younger girl. She seem genuine enough to trust.. To talk to. And who knew- this could be the only female company she would experiance for a long while.

She stood for another minute before she slowly sat back down. Her eyes were glued to the table-top as she lifted her top and bottom lips.

Teeth shined a pearl white.. Thing was, four out of the rows were sharper than a butcherse knife. They pointed out into small darts.. They were fangs. Two of the fangs, the bottom ones, curled in towards her tongue, and the other two pointed down.

Tegan quickly closed her mouth after Shayoko gave a gasp. Her eyes looked as if she was about to cry. "I knew it.. You're scared." She spoke with her voice quivering.

Shayoko didn't say anything, she just shook her head. "N-No.. Just shocked is all." She gave a gulp.

"You can just say it you know.. I'm a freak."

"What're your.. Powers?" Shayoko suddenly asked, looking up from staring down at Tegan's abnormally long nails.

Tegan curled her hands into fists. "I can.." She gave a breath. "I can.. I can, uhm.." She closed her eyes. "I can, change myself into a.. Human cat." She whispered, opening her eyes. For a second they appeared a yellow before she blinked and they turned back to a hazel.

Shayoko let out a small, "Oh." Before she stared back down at the table.

"I knew it." Tegan mumbled as she stood up. And again, Shayoko grabbed her wrists and shook her head.

She didn't say anything as her hand reached up to her wirst and she began to unravel the sleeves. She rolled it down three or four inches before flipping it over to show her flesh side. Tegan gasped.

Dozens and dozens rows of scales were visable. They took an oval shape, and glistened a aqua blue.

Tegan stared down at them before she tore her gaze away and looked up at Shayoko. She nodded once and twice before she sat down and started to converse with the woman.

"And so I start Wednesday." Tegan announced, licking her fingers after filling her plastic plate up with left over mashed potatoes and a drumstick chicken. She turned away from the counter and placed her plate on the table.

Logan sat opposite of her, already with a dish full of the delicious looking food. He gave a short nod and took another spoonful of potato up to his mouth.

Tegan sighed and began to scoop up and large bite to her mouth. She wanted to talk to Logan about what had happened at the restaurant, but couldn't, because if he found out she was a mutant.. She didn't even want to think about going out there alone.. Without him.

She coughed at the thought she'd just thunk. Where the hell did that just come from? She asked herself. She shook her head and took a drink, waving off Logan's concerned face. "Wrong tube." She wheezed out as she put the bottle to her lips.

As she drunk the water, she couldn't help but think about Shayoko. A water mutant. Who would've thunk? She was a creature of rapid currents, and could probably drown you from the water in your body. She could control the water, any liquid really.. Well, as long as it started from water. Or was it just water? Tegan would have to ask her as soon as she could.

But the fact that it was water made Tegan paranoid. Water and her never mixed, after her mutation began to overcome her, water was never her friend. Just the thought of the woman at the restuarant with water made Tegan shiver.

Logan took his last bite of his food before he reached for his Molson Canadian beer. He took a long gulp before he placed it down on the table. Silence lifted upon the two and he heard her sigh.

"I hate these uncomfortable pauses sometimes.." She spoke, taking a drink of her beer. "You should tell me about yourself."

"There's not much to tell."

"Not much to tell, or you just don't want to tell?"

Logan tilted his head over to the right and breathed in a deep air. The girl was annoying him to no end with her little game of twenty questions, what she didn't know- she didn't need to know. "Not much to tell."

"Logan." Tegan's eyes narrowed.

"Tegan?"

"Fine." She shook her head. "I'll tell you about me.."

"It's alright, I don't need to know." He started to stand up, but when her foot reached under the table and connected with his shin, he sat back down, not making note of Tegan's hiss of pain as she clutched her toes. He smirked, served her right for kicking him in the first place.

Tegan looked up from her foot and to Logan's smug face. "You're an ass. I hope you know that."

Logan shrugged and shook his head. "You were telling a story?"

"Well screw you. You're not hearing it now." She whispered through clenched teeth, still holding onto her foot.

She waited a long moment before her foot stopped throbbing. "Well, I was born in British Columbia. I moved over to Manitoba when I was.. Hrm.. Maybe about 6 or 7ish, but yeah, I moved. Met a boy. Broke my heart."

"And you're still seven right now?"

Tegan nodded. "Yes, I'm still seven." She coughed. "Anyway, so here I am all broken-hearted when I meet this old lady. She's probably.. 60 I think. She sits me down and starts to claim that I'm here granddaughter. Now I was always told that it was just me and my parents, so you can guess that when this old lady tells me that, I assume she's crazy. But she insists that she's my grandma/ So I take her home and it turned out she was!"

Logan nodded. "Well that was a waste of four minutes in my life."

Tegan glared. "Don't be an asshole, Logan."

"I wasn't being an asshole..Tegan."

Tegan shook her head. "Fine, be an ass– you don't have to hear about my childhood anyway."

Logan shrugged before he stood up and placed his plate on the old counter. He took a sniff and smelled, in the far distance, someone approaching. He looked over his shoulder and stared hard at the door.

"Logan?"

"Shh!" He whispered. "Someone's here.."

"How the hell do you know tha--"

"Shh!" Logan took a couple slow steps towards the campers door before he froze. Tegan was frozen to her seat, fear starting to click in.

They stood still for long moments before Logan's shoulders slumped down. Tegan looked up to him and rose an eyebrow, "What'd you hear? The big bad wolf?" She gave him a smile.

Logan shook his head. "I'm going to bed.. Goodnight."

"God- can't you take a joke?" Tegan muttered before standing up from the table. "Out of all the people I had to be stuck with.."

"You can leave whenever you want. No ones making you stay." Logan spoke harshly, as he turned around.

"What are you saying? Do you WANT me to leave? Cause if you want me to, I will!" Tegan replied, her vioce rising.

"Did I say that?"

"No– but you sure fucking implied it!"

"Listen kid- don't tell me what I'm implying when you know dick-all."

"Oh god.. You are such an asshole!" She pushed him out of her way towards the bed, which was a tight squeeze considering they were arguing in a trailer. She then suddenly turned around and pointed a finger at him. "And don't even think about touching me! I know what you do at night you pervert!"

"What? Listen here kid-"

"I'm not listening!" She covered her ears as Logan started to speak about him "touching" her. "La la la la la la la!"

"Would you just stop that!" Logan hollared, taking her hands away from her ears and holding them down. "I do not touch you at night, and if I do- I'm not aware of it! And would you just shut up for longer than two minutes?"

Tegan's eyes were wide as she looked up at him, and she was faintly aware that her wrists were cracking and burning. "Lo-Logan.. You're hurt.. Hurting me."

Logan looked down at her wrists and instantly let go. "Sor-sorry." He muttered, taking a step back.

Tegan brought her left wrist up to her hands and began to rub it in circular motions. "It's alright, just try not to take it to that level next time, k?"

Logan gave a shaky nod before he looked at the door. "I'm going to go outside for a bit."

"Alright." Tegan mumbled as she climbed to the top of the bunk. She rolled over so that her back was to Logan.

Logan sighed before stepping down the truck's bumper and crunched down onto the snow. He stood still and began to wonder.. What the hell was out here just moments ago? It smelled familar.. Hell, it even sounded familar. It's large steps crunched against the flat snow, making the grass underneath swosh.

Logan reached in his back pocket and pulled out a cigar. He fished around his front pockets and pulled out a silver lighter. He flipped the lid and held the flame close to his cigar that fit snug between his lips.

He inhaled the tube of death and felt the warmness swim down his throat and lungs. He let it roll back up and the smoke travelled out of his lips. This was a moment where he was allowed to forget the girl, forget the broken truck, forget the fact that they were stuck in a hick town.

Forget about his pain.

After his cigar was finished he flicked the last of it to the ground and turned back to go inside the warm camper. He opened the door, pulled himself in, and walked over to the bed– where Tegan slept softly, her back still to him.

He climbed up the bed, and turned his own back towards her. Forgetting to turn off the lights, he slowly closed his eyes- oblivious to the fact that Tegan curled her body into a "C" shape, her back touching his.

Logan smirked before he finally let sleep call him.