HOLY CRAP. I am so friggin' sorry for not updating this. I'm not going to lie, I write a lot. I have a lot of stories, fanfics, songs, and poetry. I just don't have enough time to write every single one, and when I write a particular one, I have to be in a certain mood. So, for Picture Perfect, I have to be in a X-men mood. And it's been sort of dry, until I had a dream about Tegan and Logan. Then I had the urge to write it, and I did. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, and I'm terrible sorry for not updating sooner.

But check this out. I made this sort of fanart for Picture Perfect. Yes, it's Trish Stratus, and yes, I did it myself. I'm going to try and get a bigger one, but this will have to do. Please, be gentle!

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Chapter Four

Tegan smiled to the reflection in the mirror. She looked adorable with pigtails.. Well, at least, that's what she thought until Logan had awoken and informed her she looked like a six year old trying too hard to be seven.

Who the hell even thinks of that? She thought to herself as her forefinger and thumb pinched the elastic down the hair. It's the stupidest comment I've ever heard in my life.. "I think John could've done better." She mumbled to herself, taking the other pony down.

Logan entered the tiny trailer and rose an eyebrow as he began to take his leather jacket off. "John?" He asked, his arms leaving the sleeves. Tiny flakes of snow were patterned all down his body, and all were beginning to melt against his body heat. The flakes in his hair looked like millions of dandruff, almost as if they were forming an army against anyone who dared to look up at them.

"Gross." Tegan said, her face scrunching up.

"What?" Logan was brushing the snow off of his head and he scowled. "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." Tegan responded, turning back around to look into the mirror that she had taped to the tiny fridge. Her fingers danced around her hair as she parted her hair and began to braid her hair into two ponytails.

"You look like a butch when you put your hair like that." Logan commented, brushing past her.

Tegan dropped her hands away from her hair and turned her head to look at him. "Fuck you." She spat before going back to braiding her hair. Only this time she was a lot slower, and was staring at herself. When she wore her hair up like this, you could defiantly see her neck muscles. How they rippled and bludged out.. "Fuck you." Tegan spat again before untangling her hair from the braids.

Logan wasn't paying attention to her. He was looking up above in the cupboards, searching for something to eat. "I'm running low on food." He informed her, looking over to the woman, whose hands were on her hips as she glared at him.

"What? It's not my fault you eat like a pig."

"Oh really?" Logan rose an eyebrow. "You look a little chubbier from when I picked you up."

Tegan immediately looked down to her body and cringed. "I have not!" She spoke, her voice raising slightly. "What do you mean I've gained weight?"

"I mean you look fatter." Logan responded rather casually while popping open the beer that he had hidden from her up in the cupboard. "You have a roll."

"A roll?" She shrieked. "A fucking roll?"

"Yeah." He shrugged. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Women are much better looking with some meat on them. You needed it."

Tegan stared at him with a look of disgust. She then placed her palms on her hips and glared. "So now you're saying that I looked horrible before!"

"No. Look, I was just pointing out the obvious."

"The obvious meaning that I was ugly looking!"

Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm not wasting my time arguing with a woman with the mind of a five year old girl."

"Oh god forbid that Logan! Sorry If I'm a tad bit stressed out about my appearance."

Logan rolled his eyes once more before walking around her "I'm going to head to the bar. You coming?"

"Not with you, you prick." Tegan retorted, stomping up to the bed.

Logan had stared at the woman before he shrugged his shoulders and hopped out of the trailer. It wasn't till Tegan couldn't hear his footsteps that she sighed and sat down at the table's seats. She groaned in pain and put a hand to her lower back. It needed to come out. It was killing her..

Tegan wiggled her ears twice and made absolute sure that Logan was no where near. And when she was assured, she clenched her eyes shut and looked as if she was squeezing something out of her rear. She pushed for a couple moments before she sighed in relief, and up behind her snaked a tail, the colours of black and cream.

"Oh thank god." She mumbled and enjoyed herself as her tail went slowly back and forth. It felt good to finally allow it to escape. It had been trapped inside the bottom of her back for more than a week now, and that wasn't good. The tail itself would cause cramps all down her back and in front of her stomach, almost as if they were menstrual cramps, and once in awhile it would cause her to break out in random acne on the lower part of her back, which disgusted her to no end.

Tegan twirled her tail around behind her as her train of thought trailed to when she'd first felt her tail coming out. She was only 12, just hitting puberty, when one day she sat down to her desk at school, and immediately felt something stab into her bottom. She cried out loud, jumped out of her desk and fainted from the pain it gave her.

No one really knew how to explain her failing, so the teacher sent for the nurse, and the nurse found nothing wrong with the student. So she simply filled out the cause as 'too much sun'.

It wasn't till Tegan got home that she got to look at her nub that was expanding from her tail bone. It wasn't small either, about the size of her middle finger, and still growing. And for the second time that day, she fainted.

If the thud above their heads was heard, her parents didn't bother to check up on her. But, her parents were always like that. Always ignoring their only child, only concentrating on their alcohol. But, she guessed, that's what gave her, her own independence. It allowed her to witness something she could be, or, if she had the strength, stay away from becoming.

It wasn't until her parents were pronounced dead from a murder that Tegan swore, under the oath of God, that she would never become an alcoholic, nor a drug addict. That she would, no matter what circumstance, she would smile.

"Tegan, eat your vegetables." Grandma Rose spoke sternly to the young girl, who stared vacantly at her dinner dish. Her head was bent down slightly, causing her bangs to brush into her face and cover her eyes, which were still burnt red from crying.

The girl slowly moved her head over the plate and began to eat. She was small, smaller than most 13 years old, and her hair was rather odd looking. When she was born, it was a dark brown, but when hit 12 it had begun to change to dark blue, almost navy. Her whole body began to change. Her once small ears, began to point at the end like an elf, Four of her teeth, two top and two bottom, began to point to a sharp end, and the once small 'nub' had grown into a full-out tail.

Most of these changes happened quite fast. It took only three days for her tail to form, and five days of pain for her teeth to fill out.

Worst thing was; this all happened while her parents were dying. Although she didn't know it, her mother and father were on the run from a rather large drug-godfather. Her parents were coke-dealers, and once they fucked up, they fucked it up.

No one knew when the murders took place, just that their little girl had woken up an orphan.

"Tegan, don't make me tell you again." Her grandmother's soft, yet demanding voice spoke.

She shrunk further into her chair and hesitantly scooped up some corn and carrots. She trailed the spoon into her mouth and she chewed. She felt her pointy teeth crunch the vegetables like they were nothing. She felt the nerves underneath her jaw shake every time she bit..

"Gramma.. It's hurts." She whined, placing her spoon onto her plate.

The older woman put down her own fork and stood up from her spot at the dinner table, and walked over to her. "Come here.." She beckoned, and Tegan leaned forward.

Her grandmother took her by the chin and stared into her eyes. Tegan blinked once and her once hazel eyes turned into a clear yellow, and when she blinked again; they were back to hazel. Her grandmother sighed. "Oh Tegan.." Her voice was on the edge of breaking.

"Gramma?" Her small eyes were now filling with tears. "Gramma, why is all this bad stuff happening to me? Did I do something bad?"

"Oh no, child." Her grandmother shook her head, her own eyes filling with tears. "No, it's not you Tegan dear, it's the world around you. Whatever happens darling, whatever happens, it's not your fault. It's not your fault that this world is unfair and cruel to the most beautiful souls.

"It's not you're fault you're unique in a way we all wish we were."

"You're it!" Tegan exclaimed, reaching over to her older cousin, Jason, and slapping him on his shoulder. He let out a yelp before turning around and chasing her. "Ah!" Tegan exclaimed as he ran over to her and tagged her back.

"Haha! You're too slow Te-te!" He yelled before turning around and began to run in the opposite direction.

Tegan grinned before she took off after her beloved cousin. He raced her through bushes, alleys, the whole school-ground before she tripped on a small pebble. "Ouf!" She grunted, flying down to the ground, her chin hitting the rough gravel hard.

She immediately started to whine as her face scrunched up and tears filled her eyes. She kept her head lowered, staring at the ground, crying her eyes out. She stayed still for a moment, till she looked up and realized someone was standing in front of her. Still, she cried. Her mouth wide open, whining for her grandmother.

Her eyes trailed up long legs before making eye-contact with a rather tall woman with bright blonde hair. A scowl was on her face as she shook her head. "Mutant." She spat at her with venom in her voice. "Your grandmother oughta lock you up and throw away the key, you dirty thing. You don't deserve to live."

"Hey! There's no need for that!" She heard someone call from across the street. "The girl was just playing!"

Tegan looked across the road to see a man with kids around him. Her stomach had fallen when the woman spoke, but once she heard the man, her hopes soared. Maybe, just maybe, he was saving her.

"Just leave her alone. She doesn't need our help. I'm sure her grandma is probably having the time of her life without the little bitch around."

Tegan's stomach sank once again, and she reached back. She helped herself up, and unable to stop crying, she walked away from the two adults.

When she showed up to her new home, her eyelids had become so swollen from crying, it had become difficult to look. Her eyelids were now heavy and she even had a hard time blinking.

Her grandmother was shocked when she opened the door. Rose quickly pulled her in and instantly took the small girl in the bathroom where she placed a washcloth on her eyes.

During all this, Tegan was still crying from the pain.

Tegan sighed and shook her head. The flashbacks were getting ridiculous at a time like this. She shouldn't be thinking about the past, she should move her mind set forward, and think about the wonderful future she could have.

Pfft. She scoffed to herself. What future? She was stuck in the middle of nowhere in a trailer with a man who had chops from the fifties.

Tegan began to tap her fingers against the table's top, trying desperately to get her mind off of her childhood. But her future didn't seem all that nice either. Let's face it, she wasn't going to make it very far in life. She would never have a steady job, because somewhere down the line someone was going to complain to her boss that she was mutant. And that's what made her angry. Why couldn't she be normal? Why couldn't she have a normal life? A steady job where she could meet a man, get married and be popping out babies. What did she do wrong in her life that caused her this grief that she was going to have to deal with for the rest of her life, she couldn't run away from it, and there's no way in hell she would ever be allowed to hide from it. Somewhere down the line, someone or something was going to rub it

She didn't realize she was crying. Tegan shook her head and brought up her hand to wipe away the tears in both eyes. She had become angry at herself. Why the hell was she crying? She was just feeling sorry to herself.

Her thoughts immediately went to Logan. What would he say to her right now, if he saw her crying. Tegan shook her head, with a small smile playing on her lips. He'd probably tell her to wipe the wetness of her face and stop being such a baby.

Her smile left her face as she thought about the statement he had made last night. Why exactly was she travelling with him, when in fact she could leave whenever she wanted to. She didn't have to stay around him, waiting for the bloody truck to get fix. She could've called her Granny, ask her to wire some money, then get on a bus and never see him again.

Something in her chest hurt when she thought about never seeing him again, which surprised her, considering how their relationship worked. She couldn't really be in the same room with him no longer than an hour, but yet the thought of never having that hour where she could just be herself, frisky and always looking for a fight, made her want to start to roll out a whole new batch of tears. Somewhere down the line, Tegan had grown emotionally attached to this man. He was her.. Saviour..

Tegan gulped and shook her head. He had grown, in such little time, into someone she could trust and look forward to seeing. Which was a complete new experience to Tegan, she only had a few, carefully selected people that she was able to look up to and cherish them. With Logan, she didn't want to admit that in fact that she did cherish his presence. She did cherish his ugly sideburns, the way his hair would curve up into little v-shapes, how he would snarl when she'd groan, how his jeans were always dirty, and how his eyes would, whether he liked it or not, sort of light up when he saw her.

But then again, they'd immediately dull down when he realized they were going to have another argument.

Which brought another thought up into her head. Why didn't he make her leave? If he was so sick of her, why didn't he open the door and just demand that she'd leave him and get out of his life forever. Was he growing to her too? No, he couldn't. Logan didn't have feelings..

Tegan had to laugh a little at the thought of Logan getting emotional with her, and begging her never to leave him. Yeah, right.

She didn't even know what he exactly felt for her. Did he look up to her like a brother? Or just simply a travelling partner that he could spend time with and just talk to. Hrm.. Somehow the second one just didn't seem like Logan.

Logan was a man's man. He only looked out for himself, and he made it very clear to Tegan that she had to take care of herself, cause he sure the hell wasn't.

But he did take her under his wing. And that had been the nicest thing any human being had done to Tegan. He'd taken her in without any questions about her hair, her teeth, or her ears. He was there to help, in a Logan-sort of way.

Tegan shook her head and closed her eyes. She gave a breath and tapped her finders on the counter. She heard the trailer door open and she turned to look at him. Tegan's breath caught in her throat, and her heart thumped against her chest. He ran a hand through his hair and look up. In his hands were a case of beer, and he looked up.

Their eyes connected and it felt as if electricity had run through Tegan, taking her by the heart and leading her along.

"You okay, Kid?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"Uh.." She looked down. "Yeah, Yeah I'm fine." She coughed.

Logan raised an eyebrow but decided not to call her on it. "Thought you might want one." He stated, closing the door behind him and walking over to the counter beside her. He placed the case on top, then left his hand to rest on the counter-top, beside hers.

A moment of silence drifted upon them. Tegan had been looking down at her hand next to his. Hers was so tiny, so small and fragile compared to his rough, large, coarse hands. She gulped before slowly taking her hand away and looking up to him.

He was already looking down at her with confusion. His brows were together, staring down at her, probably thinking she was a nut.

Tegan's heart thumped against her chest and she shook her head. "Ahem, well, thanks." She opened the box of alcohol, and took a bottle.

She walked away from him, not aware of his eyes burning into her back in question.