A/N Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your follows and favorites. This will be my attempt at a longer chapter. I thought I was done with this little story, but I think there's going to be a part 3. Happy reading!

From the look on her face earlier, he half expected her to be late and dressed to the nines. But what he got surprised him as he waited for her at the bottom of the stairs.

She came down in light colored denim jeans, a white T-shirt, and a leather jacket. He was at a loss for words. Almost.

"Well look at you. I had no idea you owned a pair of jeans, darlin'".

She looked at him and smiled a bit as she walked past.

"Shall we leave then? I am interested in knowing how you spend your days."

"Don't be too interested. It's actually real boring." He followed her to the garage where his motorcycle was kept and paused for a moment. " ...Hey 'Ro. Whatcha doin'?"

She was on the front seat of the bike, torso twisted toward him, and patting the back seat. "Wouldn't it be fun if I drove?" She looked at him expectantly.

He squinted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, 'Ro you see...".

She laughed as she got up from the seat, kissed him on the lips, and motioned him towards the front seat. "I only wanted to...what is it? 'Get your goat'!" She winked at him. "I know how you are with your motorcycles, do not worry.

He smirked when he was done relishing the feel of her lips against his. "I'm just glad that you didn't wait for me to answer, honey." He got onto the motorcycle, and she got on behind him.

"It's okay. I felt that we would have been here all day waiting for you to answer." She winked at him as if he could see her.

"Hmph."

She took in all of the sights on their drive into town, and enjoyed every moment of it. She loved days like this with him because although she was powerful all on her own, Logan offered a sense of security. And she admired him all the more for it. She held him a bit tighter. He didn't mind.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't realized that they had already parked in front of an unusual looking antique shop.

"You know, it's okay to let go now. Or at least loosen up 'Ro, jeez."

She could hear the jest in his voice and let go so that she could get off. She had a strange feeling about the shop, and hoped that they would not be going inside. But when he got off and headed that way, the strange feeling went away and she immediately became intrigued. She knew is wasn't one for trinkets or antiques.

"Come on 'Ro. You feel uncomfortable at any time, let me know." She nodded her head and followed him inside.

The shop was a dimly lit Chinese antique store. The only lights came from the lamps attached to the wall, and a few candles placed sparingly on the glass checkout counter.

"Look around for a second and I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay," she said as he went to the back counter and rang the little silver bell twice. She wanted answers now, but knew that wasn't how Logan worked. She'd get all the answers she would need if she just waited a little bit longer. He was a creature of action, not of words. And to be honest, she appreciated that all the more. She turned her head as she heard something rustling behind the curtain separating the back and the rest of the store.

A young boy walked through the curtain to the counter and stood on a step-stool so that he could be eye to eye with Logan. The boy couldn't be more than 11.

"Ah Logan, old friend. What brings you in today?"

The way he spoke and carried himself made Ororo uneasy. He seemed so much older, but his appearance and voice were that of a child. She assumed that Logan must come here often, because he was not at all perplexed by this.

"Cut it, Sai. You know what I want to see."

The person called Sai was not one bit disturbed by Logan's rudeness. But Logan was regretting this visit more and more. Since Sai had come out, he hadn't even looked at Logan. He was looking right at Ororo.

"I see that you've finally brought her. She's even more beautiful in person."

Logan glanced over his shoulder to look at her. She was looking at some of the jewelry on display.

"This doesn't concern her- you know that. And don't say anything creepy to her." Sai continued looking at her as if she were some long lost artifact. Logan sighed. "Look, will you just take us in the back? We have places to be."

He smiled deeply, crows feet clearly visible. "Come, Ororo, we must get started, you both have places to be!"

Logan rolled his eyes.

Ororo walked up to him. "Did you tell him my name?"

He wondered if he should lie to her to make her feel more at ease. But he knew she could handle it. They've both dealt with a lot weirder.

"No." If she was surprised she didn't show it. "Sai's a little like us. More like me, but a lot older. If you have any questions after, I'll answer them." As they made their way towards the dark purple curtain behind the counter he leaned in closer to whisper to her. "Don't let him touch you and don't look directly in his eyes. I've known him for a long time, but I can't say he can be trusted." She nodded.

Sai peaked his head in just as Logan was going to open the curtain.

"You thought I wouldn't remember, did you old friend? You know the price."

Logan smirked and reached for a coin that Ororo had never seen in her life. It was bronze and gold, and had only one strange marking on only one side. Sai bit it and smiled. He opened the curtain and ushered them in.

"Take a seat."

They were in a small and clean white room, much different from the actual store. There was a door that she was certain was the supply room. Sai went through it. In the middle of the room was a rectangle table with three chairs. Two of them where placed on the short sides, and one on the long side. Logan sat in the middle, on the long side.

"I'm doing this to be nearer to him in case he tries anything. Remember, don't look at his eyes, even if he is looking away."

"Okay, Logan. I understand." It was all she could say before the man-child came back in, carrying a large clear crystal that stood on a platform. He set it on the table and sat down, finally looking at the man who came to see him.

"You know what to do." Logan nodded.

He extended his middle claw and made a cut along his arm. Ororo looked on in wonder. She never got worried when he got hurt. His healing-factor proved itself countless times. But she did worry at whatever was going to happen next. Whenever a person needs to use blood to do anything, motives need to be questioned. But this wasn't the time or place to do it. She had to keep reminding herself that he had done this before many times.

The blood dropped down the crystal and it all collected onto the platform, which started glowing white. She was so busy looking at it's beauty that it took a moment for her to realize that Logan's eyes were glowing white as well. He looked completely calm, so she remained calm and ready for anything. She felt Sai's eyes on her, but ignored them, looking just below him at the crystal. It started fogging up, and some kind of image started playing.

It looked like Logan, but not quite. Whoever it was looked like they were training in a room filled with metal posts. The man was very serious and agitated. With every punch it looked like he was getting more and more angry until he unleashed his claws. They were exactly like Logan's, except the third one came out just under his palm! She was so interested in this man, and wanted answers before she started assuming.

The picture cut out, the blood disappeared, and Logan's eyes turned back into the brown that she knew. He looked lighter and more relaxed. Sai closed his eyes.

"Good," she heard him say. "He's still alive." He got up and looked at the child. "Thanks old man, we can't stay to chat."

He simply smiled and nodded. Logan motioned for Ororo so that they could leave. Just before they went through the doorway, Logan heard Sai say something about planting the seeds. He scoffed and kept walking.

As they were walking back to the bike, he looked at her, ready to answer anything she wanted to ask. When he didn't hear anything, he just came out with it. "That was my son."

"Oh? What's his name?" He was wondering why she didn't have as big of a reaction as he thought she would, when she grabbed one of his hands with both of hers.

"His real name is Akihiro, but goes by Daken."

"Hm. From your time in Japan, yes?" She looked at him expectantly.

"Yes."

"Have you ever met him?"

"On a few occasions, but those are stories for another time, 'Ro." He used his other hand to touch her face. He wasn't one for public displays of affection, but he could tell that she was feeling from him and his estranged son. "I just wanted to make sure he didn't get himself into more trouble."

"He looked angry."

"He gets that from me. I was constantly the same way when I was his age. I'd be a bit more worried if I saw the rage, but I didn't." He sighed and got on the bike. "You hungry?"

She got on behind him, not really believing him, but she would let it go for now, seeing that he already tried to change the subject. "Absolutely. I am even more hungry if you are buying." She hoped that her try at humor would lift the mood. He chuckled.

"Of course, your highness." They pulled off.

"You so know that this was a horrible idea for a date, right?"

"'Ro, darlin', it wasn't a date."

"Hmm. Would you let me take you out...for drinks?" She tried her hardest not to use the word "date".

"Uh, sure." She couldn't see his face, but she could hear the uncertainty in his voice. "When?"

"How about now? Pull in over there!" She pointed to the lot ahead, so he could see.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You sure, darlin'?"

"You are going to miss it!" He turned into the seedy bar, wondering what she was up to.

So sorry it took so long to get this chapter up! Did anyone see LOGAN?! I was in England visiting my boyfriend(he's from Manchester) and surprised me with tickets. I didn't realize it came out earlier than in the U.S.! It. Was. So. Good. During the twenty minute drive home I cried the entire way. I am so fortunate to have a boyfriend who puts up with my dramatics. When we got home I fell face down onto the floor and said that I didn't want to live any longer, to which he replied "Yep, I know," and dragged me into bed. Then he surprised me with cheesecake and I felt better. Cheesecake has powers that heal the soul.

Anyway, if you didn't see it, what are you even doing reading this crappy fic when there exists something as beautiful as that movie?!