Author's Note: In this fanfic, im going off what the X-Men look like in the movies instead of the comics:)

Once outside in the cold Febuary air Logan lit another cigar. The sun was starting to set. Sophie watched as he exhaled a puff a smoke. She seemed on edge, standing there next to Logan. An awkward silence fell. Sophie broke it by saying,

"Start talking."

Logan pulled his cigar out of his mouth before saying,

"Yes. Let's start with 'where'd you get those claws, Kid?"

Sophie shrugged. A wind picked up and she shivered. She pulled her hood on her head so that it covered her pulled back dark brown hair.

"Pfft. . . I don't know. Why is the sky blue?"

Logan felt the corner of his mouth twitch with amusement. Then Sophie answered Logan's question seriously, "I was born with my claws I guess. My mother isn't a mutant. . . and well . . . I've never met my father."

"Who's your mother?" Logan asked. He was fascinated by Sophie.

"Josslyn Glass," Sophie replied. "She's never told me who my father was."

The name 'Josslyn Glass' seemed familiar to Logan. Very familier. Logan wished he remembered who Josslyn Glass was to him.

"And you?" Logan asked. His way of saying 'what's your name?'

Sophie held out her hand.

"Sophie Glass, Exhiled Mutant."

Logan shook her hand. Sophie turned away, her face looking past the graveled parking lot of the Pop-In Bar. She sighed as she pulled her hood down so that she could pull her hair out of the pony tail. Her hair was shoulder-length that hugged around her pale, heart-shaped face. Logan put his hand on her shoulder, hoping to comfort the young woman.

"I know where a place you can stay Sophie," Logan said.

Sophie scoffed. She had never known a single place that didn't judge her on her being a mutant.

"Really Stranger? I highly doubt it."

"Its called Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

"Sounds nice," Sophie said, her tone distant. Then she said in a sighy tone, "Problem is that I have no way to get there. No car. No money, except for what's in my bag."

Sophie was clearly stressed out. "I live no where. I was kicked out of my trailer two months ago. I've been living at the rescue mission."

"I can give you a ride, Kid. I'm going there too," Logan offered.

"All right. But first I have to know something," Sophie said, putting her messenger bag on her back.

"What?" Logan asked.

"What's your name? I'm not going anywhere with a random person I've just met for the first time," Sophie asked.

"Name's Wolverine. Or Logan. Whatever you choose," Logan replied.

"Two names? Awesome. Can't believe I'm trusting a total stranger but desperate times calls for desperate measures. So how long is Xavier's place from here?" Sophie asked. She was eager to leave this miserable place.

"'Bout a few hours drive. We can make it there by morning."

Sophie looked around the parking lot.

"I don't see your car."

"Not a car," Logan explained. "Its a motorcycle I'm borrowing."

Logan dropped his cigar and stomped the butt out with his boot. He got an Cyclop's, aka Scott Summers's motorcycle. He motioned for Sophie to get on the back of the bike. Sophie got on, but she didn't hang onto Logan at all.

"Hey Kid," Logan said, starting up the motorcycle. "If you don't hang on to me you're gonna fly off."

Sophie didn't like the idea of flying off of a motorcycle so she wrapped her arms around Logan's chest. She pressed her face against Logan's warm back.

"Oh," Logan added. "Don't fall asleep whatever you do."

"All right," Sophie said. "Let's get the hell outta here, Logan."

Logan kicked off the motorcycle and so they rode off into the sunset towards Xavier's School.