Hey, it's heroverse, I'm back and with chapter five.

I finally got my first review, so thank you avatar330 for being the first one on this story. Much appreciation.

Though there is something else.

I'm just going to address something. Anyone notice that when you look up Logan's height you'll either get the 5'3 height from the comics or the 6'2 from the movies. Did anyone notice that Logan wasn't really that short in the show? I mean in the 90s animated series the height difference between him and cyclops was almost a foot and much more noticable. Though in this show, Logan was noticeably taller and slightly slimmer than in the comics.

Have you ever seen a picture of the rock and Kevin Hart? The height difference between them is almost on par with the one between Logan and Scott in the comics and 90s animated series. Yet Scott is just barely a head taller than him in Wolverine and the x-men, making Logan about average height. Yeah, now you have some idea in your head as to what that difference is like.

Let's compare, in the show Kitty was 5'6 and yet Logan was almost a head taller than her. Rogue was listed at about 5'8 and he was just slightly taller than her in most scenes. Some would say that he was about the same height as Beast, who is 5"11, in some scenes but Hank was hunched over most of the time. Then in episode 20: Breakdown, it showed a scene where Jean and Logan were just about the same height.

Based on all of this information, I've decided to change Logan's height to 5'9, which is about average height. I've changed it in chapter one too.

Oh, and surprise, the first lemon scene of this fic will be coming up soon.

This chapter and the next couple will be about what happens to Logan in the year that everyone was split up.

I don't own wolverine and the x men marvel studios do and they're stupid for cancelling it.

Flashback:

Logan walked up to the courtyard and looked over at Jean who was talking to Summers, who was now looking quite shook.

"Come on, Jean, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Scott said to Jean, begging her to let him out of the doghouse.

Jean scowled at him. "You could start with apologizing to Logan. He's the one you tried to kill, remember?!"

He then looked over and spotted Ororo walking Charles around in his wheelchair.

They both smiled at him and he smiled back.

Just then, however, Charles started to get a splitting headache. "Ah! Ah!" He said and grabbed his head.

Storm moved to his front and kneeled down in front of her father figure. "Charles, what's wrong?" She asked, concerned. Charles didn't respond. His pain only seemed to intensify as his groans grew louder. The weather goddess looked at him pleadingly. "Charles, please, talk to me."

Logan noticed the professor's condition and he instantly became worried. "Charles!" He yelled out and ran towards the professor.

"Jean! Chuck!" He yelled out and everyone screamed and were knocked backwards as they were hit by a flash of light….

Flash.

"Are you sure we cannot change your mind?" Ororo asked him, begging a little. Despite the pleading, Logan shook his head slowly.

"I'm not fit to lead, and even if I was I'm still not ready. Maybe if that day comes.." Logan said. Ororo nodded in understanding.

"Don't put yourself down too much, you're more of a leader than you know." Ororo said, putting her hand on his arm gently. Logan was slightly confused by that statement but nodded anyway.

Logan hopped back onto his bike and put his helmet on. "See you later." Kitty said, walking up to his bike. Logan nodded and gave her a hug and a discreet kiss on the cheek, making the younger girl blush. Logan chuckled a little and he kicked the pedal. The others parted a way for him. Logan nodded and rode off down the driveway. Once he reached the end, he looked back and saw his family waving at him. He gave a warm wave back before lifting his slim legs and setting off on the open road.

Flash.

In the distant sky, a shadow of a large bird spotted a motorcycle below in curiosity, watching it for a few moments before flying after it, making sure to keep out of the rider's vision. For a long while, the bird just watched it's target, studying it. After a while, the bird's exterior faded a little to expose a woman amidst its body.

In the midst of the bird, two blank emerald eyes lit up slightly at the figure on the bike.

"Logan…" the person within the bird said as the green eyes brightened in recognition...

11 months later…

Outside a bar in Oklahoma, was our favourite 5'9 hero, wearing his signature classic leather jacket, and his usual jeans that were torn at the knees from use.

Logan stumbled as he took a step, having had just a bit too much to drink. That whiskey had more kick than he thought it did… Luckily his healing factor was already burning through the liquor. His last few months hadn't been very eventful, except for a few things.

He'd gone around the country, investigating all of the leads that Charles had left him. None of them had given him any real answers or leads, just a few clues and a few deranged/psychotic mutants that had to be dealt with.

He did find something interesting along the way, though...

"Hey, buddy.." Logan turned and saw a particularly big, nasty looking biker with a huge beard looking at him with his best intimidating stance, which was basically just your basic tough guy look. Logan brought his hand to his face, feeling the extra scruff that had accumulated over the past few months. He'd have to shave as soon as this guy was dealt with.

"Yeah? What you want?" Logan said, exaggerating his slur. The biker seemed to buy his act, 'cause his smirk grew cockier, exposing his nasty yellow and black teeth.

"How's about you get out of my way? Or maybe you feel like feeling my fist goin' down your throat and out your balls?" The biker said threateningly. Logan sighed at the admittedly gutsy threat, feeling the buzz start to leave him.

Logan shrugged drunkenly, a non-caring expression on his face. "Whatever you say. Not much you can really do about it, anyway."

"Your funeral, boy." The biker said and raised his hands to hit the shorter man before him. Upon closer inspection, Logan noticed that the biker was wearing brass knuckles. Logan chuckled, letting himself get hit. He went to the ground, the knuckle leaving a bloody imprint on his cheek. Nothing broke, though, because of the adamantium covering his bones.

"Yeah, take that, pussy." The biker said, a huge victorious smile over his face, though his smile faltered as he felt something cold move in his hand. He looked down and saw his brass knuckle snapped in two down the middle.

Logan sighed and groaned a little as he spit the blood out of his mouth and felt his healing factor kick in, using the alcohol in his system to fix his damaged cells. He stood up and cricked his neck, feeling his flesh heal. The biker's eyes widened as he saw Logan's cheek heal itself like magic.

"So, I'm a pussy, huh? Seems like you've got a few screws loose. Let's see if i can tighten 'em for ya." Logan said threateningly.

"Oh shit you're a mutant. Please, don't hurt me. I beg you!" The biker yelled out. Logan chuckled, popping his claws and enjoying the biker's face as surprise and fear crossed over it.

"Don't worry, I'm not the one you have to be scared of, bub." Logan said smugly. The biker then looked confused before two bikers from inside came tumbling out the door, their noses broken. "She is." Behind them was a beautiful redhead with hair just reaching her back wearing a neon green t-shirt with a slight plunge that exposed the tops of her perky d-cup breasts, with tight navy blue jeans that hugged her toned, supple ass and slightly thick toned thighs and a black leather jacket. A radiant orange glow was present in her eyes and surrounding her body in a faint aura, her power causing her hair to gently rise and fall with it. Logan chuckled at the biker's horrified expression.

"Oh, shit." The biker said fearfully.

"Oh, shit is right." Logan said proudly. That angry face she had definitely made her look even hotter.

"And that was for the sexist comments and man-handling." Jean said, wiping her hands a little dramatically. She sighed annoyedly and the glow faded from her body. The biker's pants dampened as he pissed himself a little. Her green eyes then drifted their gaze to Logan. She frowned at the sight of blood on his cheek. "Seriously, Logan? What is it with you and getting into trouble at bars?" She scolded.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Like you're one to talk, darlin'." He said and punched out the biker. The old man fell to the ground, his gut shaking from the fall.

"Well, at least I don't pick fights, I just end them." Jean said and walked down the stairs, hands in her jacket pockets.

"And that's why we're so good together." Logan pointed out and he walked over to her, grabbing her waist. Jean smiled, shaking her head playfully. Not buying her disagreement, Logan grabbed her chin gently, looking straight into her amazing emerald eyes. Jean flushed a little as she stared straight into Logan's intense sky blue eyes. She found herself mumbling lowly as she became lost in them. "Now, what was that before?"

"You're a jackass." Jean said, grabbing his face and bringing it closer to hers. "My jackass." She said heatedly, kissed him passionately. Logan responded with equal ferocity, loving the feel of her soft lips against his. The smell of leather and Logan's natural scent flooded Jean's senses, and she moaned into the kiss, running her hands through his unruly hair. Logan's hands reached her lower back, arching her back and bringing her closer to him, making her gasp as their pelvises met and her breasts hit his strong chest. Logan let out a wolfish grin and and devoured her mouth hungrily, while she fought back, not letting him gain full control. Logan growled at this and pushed back harder. Jean gasped and gave up the battle, letting him ravish her mouth.

She wanted to go further, but before things got anymore heated, mainly because they were in the open, Jean poked her lover's chest and chuckled, separating them. Logan looked at her expectantly, a playful twinkle present in his eye, which Jean laughed at. "You're evil, you know that?" He asked playfully.

"And we're in public. And while I'd have no problem with you taking me to the back of that bar right now, I'd rather not risk the chance of being watched by the rest of them." Jean reminded him, her flushed cheeks emphasizing her arousal.

"Then I'd just have to rip their asses to shreds, now wouldn't I?" He asked dangerously. Jean shivered, loving that low tone in his voice. The way Logan used it was possessive, but also loving and protective. Not to mention alluring. Sometimes the possessiveness got a little out of hand, but she still appreciated it. It was honestly a turn on for her sometimes, like now. They shared a soft kiss this time, both their arousals calming down a little, yet still raging. "We should probably get back on the road, then." Logan suggested, lowering his eyes to her now heaving breasts.

"In a minute." Jean said and brought him back in for a searing kiss. She couldn't really blame him for his little tendency, especially since if anything she was just as much possessive of him too. Except for a few exceptions, maybe in the future...

Logan chuckled into the kiss. As they seperated, Jean licked her lips, having been temporarily satisfied with that session. She brought a finger up under his chin seductively. "We'll be continuing this later." She said and she walked over to the bike.

Logan chuckled. "Oh, you can count on that." He said and walked back to his harley after her. He lifted the seat and got her helmet out, which was just the spare helmet that he kept with him. He offered it to her, and she accepted it with a smile. "You wanna drive, or me?" Jean shrugged.

"You drive. I need a minute to sober up. Using the phoenix force while slightly drunk, not the best idea." Jean said, stretching with a slight yawn and a soft smile. Logan smiled at the somewhat cute expression and mounted the bike with Jean immediately sitting behind him, wrapping her dainty arms around his warm abdomen. She leaned into his back and just savored his warmth with a content smile. "We should get a motel for the night."

"You sure? We agreed on only one night a week. You sure you don't wanna save it so you can take an actual bath?" Logan pointed out, asking observantly. He knew that she tended to savor any and all extra privileges that the hotel/inn would offer, just because they couldn't really afford to stay in them every day, so they mostly just stuck to camping out under trees and in a tent they'd gotten a few months ago.

"We can take a bath afterwards." Jean said suggestively, whispering into his ear. Yep, hotel it is. Logan thought to himself and he kick-started the bike. With a twist of the handle the engine revved and Jean basked in the sound it conjured. She loved that sound, it just reminded her so much of Logan; constantly purring inside and growing louder the more passionate it got. The couple rode out of the Oklahoma parking lot onto the open road.

As they drove down the open road, a few bikers came out and saw the damage. The big one that Logan knocked out farted loudly. Everyone watched him and waited as the fart seemed to last forever. After a minute it stopped, letting out a sharp squeak at the end and a small toot. Everyone groaned disgustedly while one guy laughed at it.

As Logan felt Jean's soft body press up against his back, he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was as they rode down the road together.

X-X-X

In the newly established heroverse cave… which is essentially a living room with a big tv...

Hero: "Ok, wtf is this?" He then pulled out his script and flipped through to the fifth page. "Oh, ok. Sorry, I skipped too far ahead." *pulls out the remote* "Ok, let's rewind a little."

He reclined his chair. "This is gonna be good."

X-X-X

10 months ago…

Logan rode down on his Harley across a long open road in Tennessee, yawning as he felt exhaustion start to creep through his body. He'd been on the road for 16 straight hours, and it was about 20 miles until the next inn based on that sign he passed a few miles back.

He'd been spending the last few weeks dealing with loss the only way he knew how; drinking, fighting, and screaming throughout the night in his nightmares. Once he got tired of that, he decided to get his head out of his ass and make himself useful. Besides, ever since the school closed, mutant incidents have become more frequent. Senator Kelly has even enlisted the government's own mutant task force; the MRD, or Mutant Response Division. Mutants were being targeted more lately ever since Charles disappeared, and based on the emotional state of the x-men's fearless leader the last time he'd seen him, he was apparently doing nothing about it.

So, it was now falling on him, the lone wolf, to look after and protect mutantkind? What the fuck was Charles thinking? Thinking back, that actually reminded him of something Charles had said to him during his first days at the mansion.

"If you don't get out of bed, Logan, then I'll make you use your own claw to give yourself a rim job." That line had been a complete surprise to hear come from the deceptively savage professor the first time he'd heard it and had never failed to get him up in the morning.

He probably would've said something like that to him if he were there. To get his head out of his ass and do something productive, or his claw would replace it.

He wanted to be there for the team, he did. He wanted to help his friends and teammates stay together like the family they were. Problem was, he didn't really have a clue as to what to do about that.

While he was with the x-men, he mostly just followed Cyclops' lead on missions, occasionally adding his two cents. And his job at the mansion mostly consisted of whipping the students into shape in the danger room and occasionally giving Cyclops shit about the choices he made in the field or the tactics he used. Come to think of it, he was probably more help than he thought to ol' one-eye. The kid was a little naive and emotionally immature when it came to some things, so it probably helped to have someone like him around the place to keep him in line.

Now, who knows what the pretty boy was up to? Probably looking for Jean and the professor wherever he could think to look.

As for him, Logan was riding around the country, investigating the clues that old Chuck had left him.

As he rolled down the highway, he saw a couple countrymen with double barrels and rifles chasing down a boy, no older than 10 with short dark green hair through a wheat field. He sighed, knowing that the kid would probably need his help.

X-X-X

The kid ran as fast as he could, wanting to get away from the men chasing him. He'd swear that running the fields was a good idea!

"You can run, but you can't hide, mutie!" One of the men yelled out, firing a shot at the kid's feet, tripping him up. The kid fell to the ground and rolled, coughing as the wind was knocked out of him.

One of the older guys with a rifle pointed their gun at him. "Nowhere to run now, kid." He said, a few of the others aimed theirs as well.

The kid scrunched his face up in concentration, and several tall bushes sprouted out of the ground, surprising the men. The boy used the time to get up and run away.

"What is this, fucking bushes?" One of the guys asked, hitting one in front of him with the butt of his gun.

"Just fucking go through 'em!" The ringleader said, pushing through the shrubbery. The others looked at each other, shrugged, then stepped through the bushes.

The boy ran through the field, trying to outrun his pursuers. A stray shard of buckshot hit his left calf, sending him flying to the ground with a pained cry.

"Nowhere to run now, boy." The leader said menacingly, aiming his rifle. The rest of his posse did so as well. The kid froze as he faced down the barrel of a 12-gauge. The leader smirked as he faced down the 'mutant scum'. His smirk faltered as he heard a faint rumble. "What the hell is that?"

The others looked confused. "What noise?" "I don't hear nuttin'." "He's goin' nuts."

The rumble grew louder. "No, you idyets, listen. Sshh." The leader scolded and held up a finger, gesturing for them to wait. everything was quiet for a second, then the noise grew louder. "There. That noise."

Then the noise stopped. Everyone looked around dumbly. "I don't hear nuttin." One of the guys said. Everyone was surprised as a short man with large muscles and wild hair came through the wheat strands. The guy who was hit was knocked out after he was slugged in the face by Logan.

"How about you just take a nap instead of picking on a kid?" Logan asked, wiping his hand of the blood.

"Whoa, who's this asshole?" One of them stupidly pointed out. Logan growled at him, and the guy dropped his rifle in shock.

"You better watch who you're insulting, bub. I don't take kindly to grown men beating on kids." Logan said, though deep down he knew that sounded hypocritical to anyone that knew him.

"Mind your tone, boy. This here's a mutie, he's been causing trouble around our fields." The leader then stood next to the boy, raising his rifle towards him. The boy cowered in fear as the man eyed his prey. "Now stand aside and let us-" Shink. His gun was split in half at the barrel. The other members of the posse were now shocked. They looked and saw Logan, claws out on his left hand and standing in front of their leader, a hateful glare in his eye.

"I don't care who you are, anyone who attacks a child," Logan said, eyes darkening as he felt his strength and speed increase as he released his inner strength. The other men jumped as he growled and popped his other claw. "is gonna pay!"

Logan charged forward, slashing one of the guns in half and kicking one of the men in the stomach, following up with a swift punch to the face and an elbow to the gut of another. He snarled at the others, who flinched and backed off from him. "Rhaaawwrr!"

"What the fuck are y'all doin'?! Shoot him!" The leader yelled. Logan dashed forward and sliced up two rifle barrels diagonally, wrecking the guns and sending both barrels whirling into two of the men's faces, knocking them out. Logan grabbed one of the last two guys by his shirt and threw him into the other roughly.

The kid watched in awe of the man in front of him. 'Just who is this guy? He's awesome.' He then got a whiff of him, though, and cringed as he pinched his nose. 'But he needs a bath.'

The leader looked around the field nervously, seeing his neighbours and friends around him beaten, bruised and some bloody. He then turned to Logan. "Who are you?"

"Someone you shouldn't have messed with." Logan said, hitting the old man lightly in the gut, making him keel over as he passed out. He then turned to the kid. "You alright?"

The kid nodded, still a little scared. "Yeah, thanks."

"What's your name?" Logan asked gruffly. The kid hesitated slightly. Logan frowned. "I'm not gonna hurt you kid. I'm like you, remember." He said. The kid nodded, cowering less now. "Now what's your name?"

"Travis, Travis Green." Travis said shyly, still wary of the intimidating man in front of him.

"Nice ta meet ya Travis. I'm Logan." Logan said, extending a hand. Now that he was closer to the kid, he got a better look at him. Travis was an averagely skinny kid who looked about 8 years old, with spiky green hair and golden yellow eyes. Overall, he definitely fit the mutant profile.

"Nice to meet you too." Travis said shyly and he accepted the handshake.

"Tell me kid, tell me that green hair's not a fashion statement. You are a mutant, right?" Logan asked. Travis nodded. "What can you do?"

"I can grow bushes. Big ones, little ones, just any size really." Travis explained.

"Huh, plant powers eh? So what do you call yourself, Root?, Branch?" Logan asked, spitting out suggestions.

"Hedge. I call myself Hedge." Travis said, clarifying. He was a little annoyed by the teasing.

"Not bad. I've met guys with worse codenames." Logan said, shrugging.

"Well, what's yours?" Travis asked curiously.

"Wolverine, and no, I didn't pick it." Logan

"Still a cool name." Travis complimented.

"Glad you like it." Logan said as if he didn't really care and stood up, brushing off his knees. He sniffed the air and snarled slightly, smelling nearby trouble. "Now let's get you back to your-Ack!" Logan yelled out as a round of birdshot hit his back and he fell to the ground.

"Logan!" Travis yelled out, checking the wound on the man's back. He looked up and saw one of the farmers holding a 12-gauge. He remembered his name was Tate, one of the farmhands working in the corn field.

"Hoo, I gots me an ugly one." Tate said, pumping his shotgun and popping a shell out. Logan groaned and stood up, feeling his healing factor work on the pellets in his back. Tate saw this and fired a round of buckshot. Logan yelled out as the shards hit his back. Tate whistled loudly. "Tough little fella. Definitely not from 'round here."

"Leave him alone!" Travis yelled, his eyes glowing green, but before he could use his powers a rifle butt hit the back of his head.

"Gotcha, freak." Another farmer said. Travis groaned as he looked up and gasped as he saw five more farmers and farmhands standing there with rifles. Guess the posse was only one of two. Everyone turned back to Logan in surprise as he stood back up. The shooter then looked around and smirked viciously. "Damn, looks like shortie there could fight. Too bad he's dead though." The posse laughed. Logan spat at a guy's boot. Everyone stopped laughing and looked at his face, seeing a very angry man in front of them.

The clawed x-man growled as he stood up, feeling the buckshot and birdshot pellets leave his body. The new posse looked shocked as the metal started falling out of his skin. Logan groaned as he felt the metal leave his body and he glared at the countrymen.

"Ok, now I'm fuckin' pissed. You just couldn't let it go, could ya? Ya had ta try an' kill a kid just for being different." Logan said and he popped his claws, frightening the farmers whose hands were shaking.

"Holy shit, what is this thing, an animal? A demon?" One of them exclaimed in fear.

"Bub," Logan bent his knees and growled as his eyes darkened slightly. He sniffed the air and swiped behind him, slicing Tate's double barrel in half. He turned back around, arms wide and claws outstretched. "I'm the Wolverine."

Logan yelled and leaped forward and destroyed three rifle barrels with a swipe from his left claw, before ducking and dashing full speed towards the farmers, moving in the blink of an eye as he performed a roundhouse kick on the asshole on the far right and punched out the rest.

Travis watched in awe at the sight. "Incredible, he took 'em all down like it was nothing."

"Hm, bunch of pushovers." Logan growled out but roared out in pain as he was hit with another round of buckshot to his left side. Another farmer came out of the wheat, having been crouched down and waiting for a surprise attack.

"Logan!" Travis cried out and was hit with the back of a rifle. He groaned and tears came to his eyes as he looked up and saw one of the hands looking at him sadistically.

"About time, Pete. He was getting his second wind." Tate said, getting up and holding his broken shotgun.

"Shut up, you're not the one who had to crouch in raccoon shit." Pete whined. He then walked over to the man he'd shot. Logan looked up as the barrel of a rifle was pointed at his face. Pete smirked like a deranged hunter who figured he had his kill. "Game over beasty." Logan growled and was about to stop holding back and run a claw through this guy's face.

'Don't do it!' A distorted female voice said to him telepathically and Logan's eyes widened as he recognized the voice slightly. 'Get down!'

"Hedge! Duck!" Logan said and he dove towards the ground. Travis was confused but he shrugged and got down on his stomach. The other men present looked more confused than Travis was, then a huge wave of orange colored fire hit Pete and the other farmers, knocking them out. Logan cautiously waited for the blast to subside.

Travis looked up and was in awe of the beautiful woman floating in front of his saviour. "Uh, Logan…"

Logan looked up and saw someone he'd never thought that he'd see again. Floating a few feet in the air right in front of him, was Jean. She was surrounded by a giant orange bird of fire that was now dissipating which all allowed him to see her better.

She was just as he'd remembered her. Well, almost; her hair was a little longer now, reaching just past her shoulders and it was a bit more wavy and unkept. Overall not much of a change there. The rest of her body, however, was another story. Her breasts, (which before were just barely a c-cup) were now a full d-cup, and they now seemed to be larger than Storm's and maybe even slightly bigger than Emma Frost's, that bitch ex-headmistress of the Massachusetts academy. Her thighs were also just slightly thicker and her hips were a little wider, giving her an overall more feminine hourglass look. She was beautiful before, but now, it was like she was (and he knew 'Ro and Kitty would be pissed if he ever said this out loud, but) a goddess, or at least something along the lines. Though, that did leave one question; how did she change like this?

"Jean…" Logan finally said and tears came to his eyes. Jean floated down and stood in front of Logan, who now noticed that she didn't really have anything on. All she had on was the remaining shreds of her pants and green top, which was basically almost a bra now. He didn't care. As he stared deep into her beautiful green eyes, he knew it was her. Logan held out his arms and enveloped her in a hug, which she accepted. "I'm so glad you're alive." He said happily as he just held her close. It didn't matter how she was alive. He could ask her all about it later, but for now he'd just hold her close.

She smiled sweetly as she felt his warm body. She'd been missing that masculine scent of his for a while now and was happy to be in his embrace.

Travis watched from the sidelines. 'He's holding her like my dad holds my ma.'

After a few minutes Jean turned her head slightly and whispered in his ear. "Hey, Logan~?"

"Yeah?" Logan said and turned his head towards her curiously. He froze in fear, however, as he saw the look of utter rage present on her face. Her eyes looked deadly and he could actually feel his bones tremble a little. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as a blast of psychic energy sent him flying!

"You idiot!" Jean yelled and both 'men' present cowered at her tone.

'What'd I do?' He thought in his head as he saw what he thought was the goddess of death right in front of him.

That was chapter five. Show of hands, who expected that when you clicked on this fic.

Here's a hint, if you said yes then you're lying.

Heroverse out.