Disclaimer: I offered 50 whole dollars for the ownership of just Logan... but they said no... how very sad.

Author's note: Enter the bad guy! muahaha!


Tory was grinning like a fool as she headed down the highway in Logan's truck. It was entirely his fault; after all, he'd given her the means and the opportunity to snatch his keys. It had been far too easy. Around 2:00 in the afternoon, she pulled into a rather shabby hotel. Her plan was to check in, sleep until midnight or one o'clock, and then check out and drive the rest of the night. "Can I help you, miss?" The rotund manat the check-in desk asked.

"I need a room."

"Upstairs or down?"

"Don't care."

The man opened a guest book. "Sign here." He said, handing her a pen. He grabbed a key and handed it to her. "You'll be in 112. Checkout time is 11:00am."

"Thanks, will I be able to check out around midnight?"

"You runnin' from somethin'?"

"I just have a long trip ahead of me." Tory replied clenching and unclenching her fist.

The man pretended not to notice the blades poke through her skin and retreat. He also pretended not to notice the cuts on her hand vanishing. But the truth was, he had noticed every detail. "That won't be a problem darlin'. Now you've got two options. You can pay now, or when you check out. Which would you prefer?"

Tory shrugged. "I'll pay now." She replied digging into her bag.

"You'll do nothing of the sort." A voice said behind her.

Tory turned with a jump to find a tall, thin, grey-haired gentleman standing behind her. "Umm… I'm sorry, but I don't know you, so I think I'll decide when to pay for my…"

"My name is Eric Lehnsherr, but you may call me Magneto. This delightful young lady in blue is Mystique. Now you know us. You won't be paying for your room now, because Silas will be charging it to my personal account." Magneto said with a smile. He extended his hand toward Tory.

Tory backed away in suspicion. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

"You're a mutant, like us. That's all I need to know; would you like to read my mind? See if I'm telling the truth?"

"What…? I can't read…"

"You mean you didn't know? Try… focus…"

Tory closed her eyes and focused.

A concentration camp… A boy was being manhandled by Nazi guards. He was doing something to the gate. He was pulling it down without even touching it. A guard raised his riffle…

Tory's eyes flew open. She stepped back in surprise. "How did I…? That shouldn't have…"

"What you just saw was a scene from my childhood."

"That don't explain why I was able to see inside your mind."

"It also doesn't explain why you were able sprout wings, but nevertheless you did." Magneto replied.

"How the hell did you know? I thought…"

"You thought it was just a dream. It wasn't. You'll find that I know many things about you. You're a very special mutant. A super-mutant if you will."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

"It means you have at least three powers." Mystique said softly.

"So what's your power, aside from blue skin and scales?"

Mystique grinned, and the next instant, Tory was staring at a replica of herself. The moment after that, Mystique was herself again. "I change shapes." She said simply.

"Holy Shit!"

Magneto smiled. Silas laughed. "She's good isn't she?"

Tory nodded. "Yeah" she whispered.

"Take my word for it, kid; Magneto and Mystique will take good care of you."

"Thank you, my friend. Now Tory, would you care join Mystique and myself for a late lunch?"


Logan was driving Scott crazy. He had been as jittery as a cat in room full of rocking chairs ever since Tory had run off. "Will you sit down? You're driving me crazy!" Scott snapped.

Logan glared at him. "I'll sit down when I'm damn ready, Cyclops."

"Chill out, Logan. You'll get your truck back."

"It's not my truck that I'm worried about, Sunglass Boy!" Logan snapped.

"Of course not, you're worried about Troy… Tray… Whatever her name is." Scott said; sarcasm dripped from every word.

"Tory…" Logan said quietly.

"Huh?"

"Her name is Tory."

Scott looked at Logan in surprise. He really cares about her. Scott decided to ease up. "Sorry, Logan… I didn't think…"

"No shit." Logan muttered as he stalked out of the room. Why was he still sitting around the mansion? He needed to be out looking for Tory.

Logan. The professor's voice echoed through his mind. Logan, I found her.


Tory sat across from Magneto and Mystique in a lavish restaurant. It wasn't her first choice of dining. She usually stayed away from the ritzy places. She preferred bars and hole-in-the-wall joints. However, Magneto had chosen this place. It was the kind of dining establishment that wouldn't think twice about charging you for the air you breathed while in there. At least I like Italian. She thought. A waitress came. Magneto ordered Manicotti. Mystique requested Fettuccini Alfredo. Tory decided to stick with her favorite, Lasagna.

Tory studied Magneto. She had seen him before, and not just from the news. He had been younger. Even though she hadn't the foggiest idea where she had seen him, she was certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had seen him before. And she would figure out where she had seen him. Questions were a wonderful thing. "So, you had a rough start. I mean a concentration camp… must have been traumatizing."

Magneto nodded. "It was. But that isn't really what you want to talk about, is it?" He asked with a knowing smile.

Tory grinned. Damn, he's good. She shook her head. "Actually, I'm trying to figure out where I've seen you before. I know I have; I just can't remember where I saw you."

Magneto's heart skipped a beat. It's her. I knew it. But she doesn't remember. She will in time. Give her enough clues and she'll figure it out. Despite his urge to tell her everything, he bottled his emotions and answered with a non-committal "You'll figure it out eventually."

Tory shrugged, and the waitress brought out their food along with a bottle of rather expensive wine. When the waitress was gone, Tory turned her attention back to Magneto and Mystique. "So, what is it that you two want from me?"

Magneto leaned forward a bit. "We want to give you what your heart desires."

"Gee, could you vague that up for me?"

Magneto smiled. "You want freedom; freedom to go about the country and live wherever you choose. You want the freedom to display your unique abilities as a mutant. You want to stop living in fear of the weaker human race. If you join with us, you'll get that freedom."

"Wow, nice speech. But as I already told Logan, I'm not interested in joining any free the world from humans cause. All I want is to be left alone."

"Do you really think that's an option anymore?" Mystique queried.

"Honestly, I don't know what to think." Tory replied.


Logan sped down the highway to the location the professor had given him. He was going to get his truck back. His cell phone rang. "Yeah."

"Logan, it's Scott. She's at an Italian restaurant called Vizzini's."

"Vizzini's? Interesting name. What is she doing there?"

"I don't know, but Magneto's with her."

"Magneto! If he hurts her, I'll kill him!" Logan growled as he snapped the phones shut. He wasn't lying. If Magneto dared to hurt Tory in any way, shape or form, then he would meet with a painful and bloody demise.


Author's note: XsingsX here he comes to save the day! That means that Wolverine is coming! (to the tune of mighty mouse. Yeah, I'm weird, what of it?)