Logan clenched the arms of the plane seat as they touched down in Moscow with a bang. He squeezed his eyes closed. As they pulled into a slow crawl to the gate. Carmen bit her lip trying not to laugh. Her hair framing her face in a pony tail. Logan scowled at her but secretly wished she would smile more often.

They went through security and got their bags. Their fast pace through the airport left others into the dust, leaving them to catch the first cab to the train station. Logan stood awkwardly as Carmen spoke russian fluently as they got their tickets to Yakutsk. He watched her expression as they got their seats in the nearly empty train. Unlike most people's expressions when they return home, like excitement and joy hers was grim and depressing as if she would rather be in the middle of Nebraska. That's saying something, Logan thought in his head for he had been there before.

Carmen studied him with her golden eyes behind her long thick lashes. He had grown a stubble over the past few days and that only grew Carmen's unwanted attraction to Logan. "Lets play the question game," Carmen stated.

"The what?" Logan snorted.

"I'm sure you have questions about me and i have some for you as well Wolverine so why not make it a game. We have days until we even reach Yakutsk even with the high-speed train," Carmen replied casually.

"Ok so how do you play?" he sighed.

"Well we ask questions and take turns," Carmen said.

"How many languages do you speak?" Logan asked.

"28," Carmen answered and Logan responded with a whistle. "Where are your from Wolverine?" Carmen purred.

"Canada," Logan responded.

So the game went on with this as they smiled and sometimes laughed. Admiring each other secretly. Eventually Carmen fell asleep against the cold window leaving Logan to his thoughts. He wanted to make her laugh more. He wanted to tear apart whoever made her this sad. He had feeling h was going to meet them ver very soon. He then thought of the more serious questions he wanted to ask her. Like if she ever wished to die. The way he did. With that happy thought he fell asleep to the roaring of the train outside the window penetrating his hearing.

Carmen woke up slowly for the first time in a while. She blinked at the trees passing the window in a blur. The sun still coming up leaving the woods in a warming glow. It was still as beautiful as Carmen remembered it. The small towns they were passing as they got closer and closer to her vengeance. She didn't know what to expect. She just knew that she was tired of running away so she would run to them. She turned to look at Logan. He was still sleeping with his head on his hand propped up on the seat. So Carmen got up and went to the train bathrooms.

She walked drowsily out of their compartment and pass the other few sleeping passengers. She stopped knowing she had to disguise herself since they were eating closer. She stepped into the stealth part of her mind and went into the first compartment where a woman in a strange outfit slept across the booth. Carmen pulled the bag off the shelf and found just her luck hair dye, fake nails, colored contacts and a set of clothes completely different from what she was wearing. She put the bag back still wondering why that woman had that stuff.

Carmen snuck out again and went into the train shower. Where she showered and put the die in her hair. She checked on Logan while it was still soaking into her hair. He was still sleeping except he had put his back to the window and his feet on the seat. Carmen had forgotten how fast she moved. It had been only 30 minutes.

Carmen went back to the hall of compartments and snuck in another and applied make-up so that her skin was even more flawless and her eye make-p was a soft brown that would compliment the new color of her eyes. By the time she was finished she put everything back into the other woman's bag and hurried back into the bathroom the wash the die out and blow dry her hair with the provided hair dryer. She changed into the turquoise blue crop top and the light blue almost white faded jeans. Careful not to draw attention she layer the stolen foundation on her flat stomach to cover the scars. She kept her leather jacket and put the contacts on. She came out another 40 minutes later to find Logan frantically jogging through out the train looking for her.

"Logan I'm right here," Carmen said urging him back to the compartment as she closed the door.

Logan scanned this new person in front of him. It wasn't carmen yet it was. Her whole appearance was different but her sly posture was the same and the glint and sadness in her now icy blue eyes was still there. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. "You look like the little mermaid," Logan said as he realized his mouth was still hanging open.

She tilted her head in confusion. "Is that a compliment or.." she trailed off as she did not know what the little mermaid was.

Logan finally sat still utterly confused. "Why the get-up?" he asked.

Carmen made a small smile with her glossy lips. "We are only a day away. I'm simply disguising myself for an easier way to get there. If any of the vipers see me we will never make it there free and alive." she said. "So my name is Sasha from Moscow who is an aspiring make-up artist and is looking for inspiration in Moscow for a movie she is working for."

"Alright then, I'm Jack your director who is accompanying you," he ran his finger through his hair in mockery.

Carmen giggled. Logan smiled. The tension was insane each one wanting to lunge towards the other. Finally Logan cleared his throat awkwardly and Carmen darted her eyes. "I think we need a plan for the invasion," Logan said.

So for the next two hours Carmen sketched the layout of the warehouse. It was two stories of solid rock with rooms everywhere.

"I have only ever been in the prison cells and the lab," Carmen choked on her own words and breathed as images of being tortured flashed in her mind.

Logan tossed the book aside lifted Carmen's chin. "What did they do to you Carmen?" he asked gently.

Carmen took a deep breath and said, "They strapped me to cold metal tables and took my blood and inserted chemicals inside me that never did what they intended to do. They wanted to make me heal like you. They wanted me to be their weapon. "Their Master piece" is what they called me. After a month or so i stole the guards knifes one by one for another month. One day i put the knifes around my body and fought my way out. throwing knifes and slashing with them. I must have killed hundreds. I survived in caves for a year and finally made my way to America." Carmen couldn't believe that she was dying and angrily brushed them away.

"Carmen-" Logan started.

"Don't," Carmen said fiercely as she scooted away from him.

"No you don't," Logan said with just as much force. Carmen started to say something but Logan quickly cut her off. "You don't get to just hold everything inside and run away. You have to let go whether you want to or not. Believe me I'm not one to be talking but everyday since I've met you I've seen this sad, haunted look in your eyes. Every time I see you laugh it goes away and it make me want to fix you even more." At this point Logan had pulled Carmen into his lap as she struggled and punched his chest trying to get free. Every word he said just made her cry more. Eventually she stopped punching and crying.

She looked down and said, "The worst part is I can't stop living. I've tried so many times just to kill myself because I was tired of living and running but every time I survive. Instant death doesn't work. Nothing. It's like that's the only thing that heals. As if what the vipers did only works in fatal times."

Logan smoothed her hair as she sat in his lap in a curled ball and fell asleep.