Here it is! The long-awaited chapter for Picture Perfect! I'd like to thank all of my reviewers for helping me out. It has helped me out alot. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter- I loved it. It seems.. kinda of like a filler, but it's just to a way to allow me to open up Tegan and Logan's character flaws. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it.

Thank you- and Peace and Love,

Stephanie.

Chapter Three

"You're working tonight, aren't you?" Tegan mumbled as the sun's rays lit through the window in front of their bed.

Logan was down in the small kitchen area, taking a drink from his mug. "Yeah."

"How do you know that you'll win?" Tegan asked, rolling over to face him. She brought her hand up to her head and propped herself up. "I mean, how can you gaurantee us food?"

Logan shook his head. "For one thing, I'm guaranteeing myself food, you don't have to believe me, and for another.. I can win."

"But how do you know for sure?"

"You playing twenty questions with me again, Kid?" Logan asked, turning to look over his shoulder.

Tegan glared down at him. "You're an asshole."

Logan turned back around. "No, I'm not, I'm an idealist."

"Wow, I'm surprised that a hick like you even knows what that means."

Logan looked over his shoulder once again and sent another glare. He shook his with a smirk on his face. "Your comebacks get better and better." He mumbled, taking a long drink from his coffee.

Tegan sent a genuine smile over his way. Her hair had flipped over her face, and the fact that she wore no make-up didn't help Logan but notice this and become extremely.. Thankful that she was there, it'd been awhile since he'd been in the company of a pretty thing like her.

Tegan's yawning broke his thoughts. She was now crawling off the bed, her jeans tight against her skin. Logan couldn't help but notice the shape of her body. She was petite, but she looked like she could take a man down with one slug. Her shoulders were broad yet small and the muscles ripped underneath her shirt. Her legs were toned and shaped down like a pair of well shaped poles..

Logan shook his head and tore his gaze away from his very good looking friend. "Are you willing to allow me to come and watch you fight?" She asked walking up next to him and taking a drink from his coffee.

Logan looked down at her and shook his head once more. "Do what you want Kid. Nothings stopping you."

Tegan sighed and looked down at the floor, nothing left to say.

Logan rolled his shoulders in a clock-wise matter. Every kink in his back crack, which caused Tegan's face to scrunch up. "That's fucking gross." She declared.

Logan shrugged. "Better that hearing you blabber."

Tegan groaned. Not again! "Logan, we've been through this twice already– I don't talk a lot, you just tune me out– therefore it sounds like I'm talking a lot to you. And trust me, I'm always right."

Together they sat in the back of the bar, waiting for Logan's turn to fight. The room they sat in was dark and smelt oddly like urine- which really reeked for the both of them, considering their heightened sense of smell.. Though neither knew that the other could smell it as bad, which caused Tegan to keep from complaining.

"Face it kid– you talk way to damn much." Logan spoke, taking a drag from his cigar.

"God– why the hell are you smoking before you go out and do something physical? Really! Are you that dumb?" Tegan stood up from her stool and walked her way over to his. Her black tank top was loose against her skin, and her sweatpants made it even that much hotter as she leaned in and snatched the cigar away from him.

"What the fu-"

"Uh.. The.. Wolverine?" A man poked his head in through the door. When Logan looked up he nodded, "You're up."

Logan gave a nod, ignoring the look of wonderment from Tegan. "The Wolverine? What the hell? Who names themselves the Wolverine?" Tegan sighed and shook her head. "Listen, just.. Aim for the mouth and then--"

"Tegan, I've done this more than you've kissed, I know what I'm doing." Logan spoke thorugh clench teeth, swatting away her hands as she massaged his tense shoulders.

"Was that some subconcious way of telling me that you think I'm a slut? Cause if it was, I'll punch your lights out right here-right now."

Logan grinned, "I'll let you figure that one out." Tegan glared at him before he stood up and left the room. She smiled to herself before pulling her hair into tight ponytail and she smiled. Time to watch some ass-kicking.

Tegan wandered through the crowd of sweaty, fat, drunk men before she wandered up to the 'ring' which looked like a cage for wild animals. Chicken fencing travelled up the sides of the ring, allowing the fighters not to fall out. The flooring of the ring was wood, and splinters were everywhere! If Logan were to fall down, Tegan had a suspicious feeling that she'd be picking from his back for months after months.

Tegans eyes trailed up a very muscular pair of legs, that were formed in a pair of tight jeans. She immediately felt saliva fill her mouth as her eyes trailed up higher.. And higher.. Wow, his back was great.. So toned so..

"Logan?" She whispered, bringing a hand up to her mouth, where she suddenly had an urge to vomit. Had she just been drooling over the old pervert she stayed with?

Logan turned to look over his shoulder, and smirked a greeting over to Tegan, who waved in return. The cloud of smoke danced around her, but her bright smile made her shine among the other idiots who probably had wonderful female companionships but were throwing them away just to watch a couple men fight till the other was knocked out. Wow, I actually almost sounded like I cared.. Logan thought smirking and shaking his head.

The man who Logan was going to fight walked into the ring. He was large, had a shiny bald head, and wore nothing but tight jeans with a matching black shirt. He had a goatee the size of Mexico and a rather large pimple that looked like a second head growing on his forehead. The man tilted his head as he sized Logan up.

Logan rolled his shoulders one more time before the bell gave out a loud shrill ring. Logan took a couple steps towards him, reeled his fist back and BAM!

Logan was hit, and he stumbled back. With his right foot behind his left, he was crouched down. He heard the loud cheers through the crowd, and could faintly hear Tegan's heart beat race up.

The large man gave Logan another boot to the ribs, which caused him to inhale a deep breath. He looked up, marked his target, and reeled his fist back once more– and slammed it right square into the man's cheek.

Few of the crowd heard the loud clank as Logan's fist connected with the man's face, causing them to wince with sympathy. The man's eyes rolled into the back of head and he fell down, causing the ring to shake from his heavy weight.

Logan rolled his shoulders as the announcer walked into the ring, held his hand up, and acclaimed him the winner.

Tegan sat in the front seat of the truck by herself. Her petite feet were propped up against the truck's black dashboard, which caused her toes to become slightly chilled so close to the window. Her blanket was wrapped around her as she crossed her arms and thought about tonight.

Logan.. With one hit he was able to crush that man's skull. One hit. It took one hit to send the man flying down to the floor. But that didn't mean anything, a lot of people fell down to the ground with one hit, but what intrigued Tegan was the fact that a rather large clank was heard as his fist connected with the man's skull. It almost sounded like metal was crashing against his skull..

Tegan brought her right hand up into the air and stared down at her long nails. It was time for a trim. They were growing way too long, and yellow was starting to color the top half. "Gross." Tegan mumbled, placing her hand back down onto her lap with the other.

She sighed before leaning her head against the truck's seat. Her neck curled over the edge of it, but she didn't care.. Her mind was still whirling about Logan and his fist.

Something was up, she knew it. There was no way, no way, that a fist could make a sound that loud. It was just..

"I've got to stop thinking about this." Tegan mumbled, closing her eyes. This small, little thing was causing her too much stress, and it just happened three hours ago!

Maybe if she talked to him, he'd tell her the secret. Maybe if she sat him down and asked him gently with sappy eyes, he'd tell her.

Oh, who the hell was she kidding– the man had no heart, no soul–

Tegan jumped when a knock interrupted her thoughts. Though it was a light tap, it seemed as if someone had thrown a rock through a window to her ears. Tegan growled as she leaned to the side and unrolled the window, glaring at Logan who stood outside.

"You comin' in anytime soon, Kid?" He asked, his hand still against the window.

Tegan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah.. I'm coming in." She gathered her blanket around her and opened the door. She dropped down the small ledge, closed the squeaky door and waddled in front of him. "Fuck it's cold out tonight." She cursed walking to the camper's door.

Logan decided not to say anything as he followed close behind her. When she hoped in, he followed- closing and locking the door behind him. He turned around away from the door and grinned as Tegan tried to jump up to the top bunk. She tried twice before she heard Logan chuckle and she turned around.

"Fuck you." She muttered before stepping on the table's cushioned seat and hopping up. Logan's eyebrows scrunched up as he shook his head in confusion.

He shook it off before grabbing his beer on the counter that he'd left when he went to gather Tegan from the front. He took a long sip from it before he felt Tegan's eyes on him. "What?" He asked sharply, placing the bottle down.

Tegan was laying on her side, staring down at him. Her elbow was propped up, which held her head up high, allowing her hair to flow around her face. Her position mimicking the one this morning. She shrugged slowly. "Nothing." She breathed out, smiling.

"Cut the BS Teg, what?" Logan asked with a harsh tone.

"Well if you give me that attitude nevermind." She spoke softly, shaking her head.

Logan shook his own head before taking another drink of his beer. He still felt her eyes on him. He placed the bottle down and glared at her. "Could you stop that?"

Tegan's eyebrows were drawn together and she softly asked. "How did you do that?" She asked softly.

Logan shook his head as he let out a breath of air. "I kicked his ass, there's nothing to explain."

"You know what I mean Logan." Tegan spoke cautiously, as if she knew she was asking him something private.

"Look, I didn't ask for your CIA help alright? So why don't you turn around and try to get some sleep." Logan snapped, slapping his eyesight to hers.

"I just want to know, Logan. That's all."

"Well you don't have to fucking know." He spoke through clenched teeth.

Tegan sighed. "Just.. Please tell me? Please?"

Logan shook his head. "Goodnight Tegan." He took another swig of the beer. He held it up in the air a couple seconds longer than usual, hoping Tegan would shut up and get on with her life..

But she noticed the wait. She noticed the fear in his voice.. The way it would quiver when he told her to shut up. She noticed it all, and suddenly felt nothing but pity for this man. He was defiantely hiding something now.. And she wanted to know.

She didn't say anything as she laid down on the bed slowly and rolled herself around, so her back faced him.

Sad thing was, Logan was used to having people turn their backs on him.

She was far into her sleep by the time he'd decided to crawl into the camper's bed. He'd laid down slowly, in fear of waking her up. But deep down he knew he'd have to do a lot to cause he to awaken from her sleep. Judging from her rhythmic heartbeat- she was in a deep sleep.

When he'd finally found a comfortable position, him staring up at the camper's ceiling, he was abloe to think. There was no way in hell he was going to tell her about his mutation. She didn't need to know- it was none of her business. It was his and his alone. It wasn't as if she just had to know about it anyway.. Who made her think that-

"Stop squinting Logan, Or you'll get wrinkles."

Logan looked away from the ceiling and his eyes landed on the sight of Tegan. Her hair formed around her face and she wore a small smile, which caused her eyes to twinkle. How the fuck do eyes twinkle? Logan asked himself as he shook his head and moved his gaze back to the ceiling.

Tegan sighed. "You're still in PMS mood aren't ya?" She asked, scooting closer.

Logan scooted away from her. "Look, kid, I really don't need your advice on anything, alright? It's not as if I specifically called you out and asked." He looked over to her. "I don't need you or your pestering right now."

"Who said I was offering my help in the first place?" Tegan retorted. "All I said was that I wanted to know. So what? I'm a curious person! Are you going to push that aside to and just assume that I'm just another dumb girl you've picked up? I do have questions you know, and sometimes– when I'm travelling with a stranger, I'd like to know about them- even if it's just a little bit!"

Logan stared long and hard at her. Words would not be able to describe the feelings he felt towards her at that moment. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He asked, his voice filled with a venom like tone. "Just who the hell made you Queen of the shack?"

"Me!" Tegan started to push him away from her, trying to move out of the bed. But she was trapped between him and the camper's wall, and after realizing this, she stopped her arms from flinigng the blanket and looked hard at him. "Could you move please?"

"Go to bed." Logan grumbled. "It was a lot more quieter when you were snoring."

"I do not snore!" Tegan protested. When Logan didn't respond she groaned and turned onto her side, her back facing him. She grumbled under her breath about him becoming an asshole, and not allowing her to leave.

"I said it once. You can leave whenever you want." Logan's voice spoke harshly after a moment of her grumbling had passed. Tegan didn't respond to his statement, which caused the wolverine to become slightly annoyed. But instead he shrugged and closed his eyes.

3 hours later

He was having another nightmare.

His moans had awoken Tegan from her deep slumber and she stared out the small squared window that was in front of her. The winds were loud, blowing around the powdered snow, and causing Tegan to shrink into her lonely blanket. She faintly listened to Logan's mumbles and was only able to make out a few words. 'Fifteen' and 'Years.'

Fifteen years? For what? From what? Questions rang repetitive in her mind and she tried, desperately, to figure them out with what little knowledge she had of him. So far he'd taken down a man with one slug, busted up a battery with a loud ring, and he was always sniffing.

Oh my god, I'm travelling with an over-powered crack victim. Was Tegan's first thought, but she quickly scratched that out. Logan wasn't the type to do anything that had to remotely do with drugs. Maybe he was Canada's strongest man, but was to shy to be waving around the title? Oh who was she kidding? He'd brag about it 24/7 if he was Canada's strongest man.. And he'd shove it in her face a whole lot too.

Maybe, maybe, he was a mutant like her. Maybe he had a sort of.. Mutation that involved a lot of sniffing? I mean.. I sniff a lot.

But if he was a mutant.. Wouldn't he have already told her? Oh no, wait- it was 'none of her business.' But, like really- c'mon! She should've been the one having trouble trusting HIM! Not the other way around!

She couldn't help but feel a little hypocritical. She, herself was a mutant and she didn't seem to be popping out and telling that she was a cat, animal, human.. Thing.

Tegan sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Things were going.. Well, they were going a little weird for her right now. She didn't like the fact that everything seemed to be dragging on now. She needed a sense of adventure. She needed something to do, something that would allow her a chance to be her true, normal, self.

And that's when it hit her..

"I've decided that I'm going to work at the bar." Tegan declared, sitting across from Logan at Dee's restaurant.

"That's nice." Logan replied, looking over the menu's. "And I've decided that I'm going to become the president of ballet."

"Logan, I'm serious."

"Tegan, I'm not." Logan looked up from the menu and over the edge. "Tegan, working at the bar is a lot of work. And there's men.."

"You don't think I could take care of myself?"

"Tegan." He glared. "You have not one ounce of fat on your body. You're skin and bones. You will die out there."

"OH! So Mister Wolverine can handle it all, eh?" Tegan had raised her voice, which caused Logan to inwardly cringe. "Hey listen buddy, just because you're a man and you think you can handle it all doesn't mean that I can't-"

"Did you hear me say that you couldn't handle it?" Logan whispered, leaning close to her.

"Well you implied it."

Logan had to resiste the urge to roll his eyes. Why couldn't she be quiet and all depressed like she was this morning? And did she really have to start on his ass this early? "No. I didn't imply anything, Tegan."

Tegan narrowed her eyes over to him and shook her head. "God, you're an asshole- I hope you know that."

Logan sighed and looked back down to the menu's. Living with this girl was not going to be easy. It was probably going to be the hardest thing he'd ever have to accomplish, and he wasn't really looking forward to it. But a gut feeling told him otherwise..

It told him that something was going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. Important? Yes. Adventurous? Maybe. But whatever it was, at least he'd have the companionship of the annoying woman he'd come to like the presence of.

And that scared him.

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