Hello again, thanks to everyone who read and a special thanks to those of you who reviewed

Alright, disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, Mapquest, the General motors company, Indiana, Kentucky, Alabama, Nevada, or Barney. I do, however, own the town of Nowhere, Alabama, Fara Devereau, Sean O' Riley, Samantha Martinez, Amber Lee(no relation to Jubilation, or Robert E.), and Zane. Mimi belongs to herself, as does her Suburban.

If I stole someone's name for one of my characters I'm sorry, it was unintentional.

OC ages (those included this chapter):

Fara Devereau: 17

Amber Lee: 16

Sean O' Riley: 15

Zane Michaels: 16

Samantha Martinez: 14

-!X-Men!-

8:43 a.m. Location: The Alabama academy for advanced sciences, Nowhere, Alabama.

Fara Devereau sat on a bench swing on the back porch painting her toenails.

She watched as her adopted siblings, Samantha Martinez and Sean O'Riley played euchre on the wood floor of the porch. She watched, but her attention wasn't really on the game.

He was always playing with those stupid cards, She thought as she applied the candy apple red nail polish.

No point in thinking about it, I guess. It's not like I'll ever see him again -even if I want too. Suppose he was better off leaving like he did than getting caught up in the guild wars. Fara sighed tiredly as she mulled over a subject that she had pondered what seemed like a hundred times before.

He was an idiot. Probably dead or in prison by now. After all, they already said he was killed . . . Frustration and anger that had been dormant for untold months seemed to well up in Fara's mind. He was an idiot, but I loved him. Why didn't he tell me where he was going, or at least that he was leaving? He never even said good-bye. Maybe they were right. Maybe he is . . .

"You alright, Fara?" Amber Lee -one of Fara's closest friends- asked, sitting down in one of the rocking chairs, "You look upset about something."

"I'm fine . . . I just . . . I was thinkin' about home," Fara said.

Amber smiled kindly, "You are home."

"I know that, but some things just . . . " Fara trailed off.

"Aren't the same? You aren't the only one who left something behind, ya know," Amber said.

"I know, I just wish he hadn't left me behind," Fara muttered.

"He are we talking about some sweet, handsome, Cajun beau?" Amber teased.

"More like LeBeau," Fara laughed at a joke only she understood.

Amber gave her friend a perplexed look. "Translation?"

-!X-Men!-

9:52 a.m. Location?

"Ninety-nine bot-"

"If you value your lives, stop," Logan said to the teenagers as he scratched his chest, "This will now be a designated hour of silence."

"Do we have too?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," Logan said, now scratching his shoulder.

Remy pulled out his playing cards and started shuffling them, a sound that may very well be more annoying than the sound of Bobby's toes twitching in his petroleum jelly filled sneaker, Kitty -who was in the front seat- took over the radio, Kurt started staring out the window, and Bobby twiddled his thumbs for lack of anything better to do.

In less time than it took Logan to find a new place to scratch, Remy grew bored with shuffling his cards and tried staring out the window like Kurt.

Going south again, there's a weird thought. Left a lot of things back in Louisiana, like Fara. If she's alive she probably hates my guts now. Wouldn't blame her if she did, I guess. Not like I told her I was leaving, didn't tell anybody . . . Remy's thoughts drifted into memories of Louisiana and what little family and friends he had left there.

"Hel-lo! Earth to Remy! Do you read me?" Bobby asked.

Remy shook his head repeatedly, "Do-wha'?"

"I said the hour's up. We can talk now," Bobby said, Something's not right here. He's barely said a word all morning.

"Oh, okay."

"What were you zoned out over anyway?" Bobby asked, Perhaps this mystery will be explained.

" . . . Nothin' . . . just . . . nothin'." Remy decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Alright, Whatever," Bobby said, dropping the subject. When people don't want to talk there's no point pushing them.

"Are we there yet?" Kitty asked.

"Don't you dare," Logan snarled as he attempted to stop the itch that seemed to be moving across his body.

"And . . . ninety-nine bottles of-"

"Bobby. Shut up," Logan said.

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Later . . .

Logan parked the truck in an empty lot at the bottom of a large hill that faced a river.

"Vhat's going on?" Kurt asked.

"There's supposed to be a bridge," Logan said, pointing at the map.

"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Kitty asked.

Logan pointed at a sign, "We're at the bottom of two-eleven hill. Mapquest says there's a bridge here."

"Dhen Mapquest confused," Remy yawned, looking out over the river.

"Where are we anyway?" Kitty asked.

Logan looked at the directions and furrowed his brow, "This can't be right," He said.

"Vhy? Vhat's it say?" Kurt asked.

"It says we're in Indiana. Why would Mapquest send us to Indiana to get from Massachusetts to Alabama?" Logan said as he scratched his thigh.

Scott pulled his car into the lot next to Logan's truck and was followed by Lance.

"What's going on?" Scott asked as he got out of his car.

"We're in Indiana and there's supposed to be a bridge there," Bobby pointed.

"I think we should tell the professor we're running late," Jean said.

Logan sighed and grabbed his cell phone, which rang in his hand.

'Barney is a dinosaur from our imaginations, when he's tall he's what we call a dinosaur sensation-'

Logan stared at the phone and then answered it while glaring at the kids, "Hello . . . ? Yeah, Chuck . . . Indiana . . . long story. You at the other school . . . ? Las Vegas . . . ? How'd you get-? Mapquest? You're in a (blinkin') plane . . . ! Never mind . . . How long's it gonna take you to get to Alabama? What do you mean you're renting cars . . . ? Engine trouble . . . ? Who let Forge mess with the fuel . . . ? All right. See you when you get there," Logan hung up the phone.

"LAS VEGAS . . . ?" The kids asked in unison.

"Mapquest. They're gonna take a long time to get to the school 'cause no one warned the pilot about Forge. He told him he had an idea for reducing fuel consumption and . . . well you get the picture." Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in the hopes of lessening his headache.

"Remy knew he shoulda gone wit dhem," Remy said.

"Why? You're too young to go in the casinos," Jubilee said.

"But Remy look older dhen he is," Remy replied.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Yer gonna get meh in trouble one a' these days."

A mischievous grin was the reply.

"You can't say I didn't warn you," Logan said, scratching the back of his neck.

"So, um, where are we going?" Lance asked.

All faces turned to Logan.

"That's a good question," Logan said.

"You-don't-know?" Pietro asked.

"I hadn't planned on this," Logan admitted as the itch moved to a place that -with great difficulty- he managed to prevent himself from scratching .

"So what do we do?" Jean asked.

"Ask a local for directions?" Kitty supplied.

"I . . . guess so," Logan hissed through his teeth in a strained voice.

The students stared in amazement.

"You're actually asking for directions?" Jean gawked. Psychic or not she found it hard to believe.

They sat in the empty lot for a few minutes, then finally a woman in a Suburban started past them and Logan flagged her down.

"Can I help you, sir?" She asked.

"Yeah, uh, we're kinda lost . . . we're trying to get to Elizabethtown, Kentucky since it's on our way," Logan hung his head in humiliation.

"Mapquest?" The woman asked and stepped out of the truck. She got into the back and retrieved a yellow atlas, "Where exactly are you trying to get?" She asked as she turned pages.

"Nowhere, Alabama," Logan said, mentally cursing whoever named the town. "Mapquest said there was a bridge here."

"My daughter has some friends at a school down there," The woman said, "I'm Mimi, by the way, a fellow Mapquest victim. You can't get there from here," Mimi laughed, "You aren't the only one Mapquest tried to send over that bridge," She handed Logan the atlas and used a pen to mark different routes they could take.

"How'd we get so lucky as to meet somebody who knows about that town, here?" Logan asked.

"Retirw's daughter said you could use some help. Where are you comin' from anyway?" Mimi asked as she pointed out locations on the map.

"Massachusetts," Logan said. retirw's daughter? What is that? Some kind of secret code?

"Mass-? Never mind. I knew Mapquest was terrible," Mimi laughed.

"Well, thanks for the help," Logan said.

"No problem. Here, you can keep the atlas. I suggest going through Brandenburg instead of Louisville since you've got the blue kid with you. If you see Zane, tell him I said he'd better be eatin' good," Mimi said and climbed back in her Suburban.

She left the group and drove up the hill, as she went they could hear her singing 'I'm a little acorn brown . . . "

"Nice lady," Logan said after a minute, "Strange. But nice."

"Am I the only one who realized she knew Kurt was blue?" John asked as the truck pulled away.

Kurt looked down at his watch and started tapping on its face.

"I don't get it, his image inducer is working," Scott said.

"Maybe she's a mutant who can see through illusions and stuff," Fred commented (For some reason saying 'Fred said' irritates me. Don't ask why, it just does.).

"What-if-she-has-x-ray-vision-and-can-see-through-our-underwear!" Pietro said.

"Great, the Brotherhood has a new conspiracy theory about women from Indiana." Logan shook his head. "Oh, and would anyone care to explain my current ring-tone?"

The kids looked around at each other, shook their heads, shrugged, and gave other signs of 'innocence'.

"Probably the same person that put a live cricket in the bathroom," Jubilee said. As the words came out of her mouth her eyes widened and she realized her mistake.

"Uh-huh. You don't have anything to do with that, do you?" Logan asked.

"Well . . . um, maybe," Jubilee said, aiming a puppy-dog look at him.

"Jean. Was this just certain people or were all the girls involved?" Scott asked.

"Only certain people," Jean said honestly. But that broad stripe of loyalty and dislike of deception caused a problem.

"Who were they?" Logan asked, scratching his chest.

"All of the X-Girls," Jean admitted.

Scott looked down at his shirt.

"I didn't do that," Jean said.

"That was me," Kitty snickered. Somehow, no matter how kind a person normally is, a road trip will cause a mischievous side of that individual to surface, "Jean sewed up Remy's pants."

Remy stared at Rogue with mock disbelief, "You let another woman sew Remy's pants?" He said.

Jean turned deep crimson. Somehow the tone of voice Remy used made it sound like something very bad.

"You touched LeBeau's pants?" Scott asked, using a tone that made Remy sound like a leper.

Jean turned even-deeper-than-could-be-imagined red.

"It was just a little prank," she stammered.

Remy smirked. "If you say so . . . "

"Scott!" Jean said, trying to get him to defend her.

"What do you want me to say? 'She didn't mean anything by sewing up your pants'?" he asked.

Remy turned to Rogue, "You de one dat put itchin' powder in Logan's clothes, non?" he whispered with a smile.

"Ah plead by the fifth," Rogue replied just as quietly.

"Amendment or whiskey?" Remy continued on the same volume.

"What I want to know is who did what to our room," Jubilee said.

Tabitha and Wanda exchanged glances that no one else noticed.

The kids filed back to their respective places and soon were 'On the road again'.

"Chirp-chirp," Squeaky said from his cereal box.

"Sorry, almost forgot," Logan said to the cricket, "We're gonna stop at a pet shop along the way and get food for Squeaky," he told the car as a whole, "Or maybe Wal-mart so we can get Bobby sneakers while we're at it." He grimaced as Bobby twitched his toes causing an unpleasant 'squelch' sound that only Logan could hear to come from the shoe.

"Since when did you keep pets?" Bobby asked.

" . . . Squeaky's . . . unique. Better than other pets. And I've had you all for a while," Logan informed.

"This is coming from the man who woke me up this morning with the cry of 'Quick, he's escaping! Cut off his retreat!'," Bobby quoted.

"That was before I knew him," Logan argued. "Besides, he gave me the eyes."

"It doesn't work vhen ve give you ze eyes," Kurt said.

"That's different," Logan said, opening the cereal box.

-!X-Men!-

Sorry if I didn't make this chapter as long as you wanted. I was kind of in a hurry to introduce the enigma that is Fara.

Credit for the "In less time than it took Logan to find a new place to scratch" comment goes to Pookwana. Thanks, Pook

If you're ever near 211 hill in Indiana, the bridge really isn't there. No matter what Mapquest says (I don't like Mapquest. Too many wild goose chases.).

Okay, here goes . . . if you don't review your belly-button will fall off. Seriously! Don't believe it? Try not reviewing. You'll regret it, -K.T.

P.S. Just wait 'till Logan gets a call from Ororo. I got an inspiration from one of Pookwana's e-mails. Muahahahahahaha!