Disclaimer: Well, same as always I guess.
A/N: To all of you that are freaking because Logan and the kids left, don't. And to all of you that are freaking because Jean's still with Scott, don't. Cuz 'member...I'll make it all better in the end!
Logan, Reagan, and Conner were sprawled out on three different beds in three conjoining rooms in one crappy motel in what seemed like Nowhere but was actually the outskirts of New York City, New York. The air was hot and humid and the air conditioning was less than enough to actually cool down the rooms.
Due to the temperature they were reduced to wearing tank tops and shorts. Logan had brought his cell phone just in case they needed it, plus he planned on letting the kids call Jean when they reached Canada, maybe. Just maybe. He had been rethinking this particular decision when he heard both his kids heading into his room. He glanced up tiredly and grunted to let them know he was awake and listening.
"We're gonna head outside for a little bit Dad," Conner told his father, yawning slightly.
"Yea, we figured we check out the pool. Probably jump in for a little," Reagan added.
"Yea, okay," Logan grunted. And then, thinking about it, he said,"Just be careful." He saw his children both smile at him and nod. He was drawn into a deep, dreamless slumber about 30 seconds after he heard the slam of the door.
Logan was awakened by the slamming of a door after what only felt like minutes but, in reality, had been almost two hours. "Dad! Dad! Wake up! You gotta see what we found! Yea Dad! Come see what we found!" He arose from the bed and was greetes with two almost 13 year olds and a ball of dirty fur in between their arms.
"No," was his answer and he had intended on keeping it that but now, it was almost a week later and he glanced to the back seat of the SUV he had "borrowed" from Xavier's and saw his kids and a little ball of energy occupying it. The dog his children had found was some kind of lab, he had figured that much out, and it had more energy then he, his son, or his daughter, he figured it had more energy than even the three of them put together.
They had reached Canada yesterday and he figured that by nighttime he and his three companions would be safely tucked into bed in his old cabin in Mid-East Canada. And that they were, almost.
Logan glanced down upon his children, they slept one on each fold-out couch and he stood over them, ready to head to the bedroom. It had been an endless night of fighting after he had informed them that there was only one real bed in their new home. They had finally decided it was fair enough to let Logan sleep in the bed and the two of them each have a fold-out couch. Mac, they had decided to call the dog, was sitting on the floor in between the two couches munching on a Big Mac, hence his name. He had, ever since they had stopped at McDonalds taken a liking to their Big Macs. And the twins had named him.
He headed towards his room, but when he was half way down the hall he smelled someone outside the cabin. Stalking towards the door, he sniffed harded and noticed the scent as familiar yet couldn't quite place it. He popped his claws and slung the door open swiftly, only to reveal a beautiful redhead he held dear to his heart outside bundled in jackets and a duffel slung over her shoulder. It was Jean.