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Lost Highway

Hey, hey, I finally found my way
Say goodbye to yesterday
Hit the gas there ain't no brakes on the lost highway
Yeah I'm busting loose, I'm letting go
Out on this open road
It's independence day on this lost highway

-Bon Jovi

Marie held onto the steering wheel as if her life depended on it, and if she had thought about it clearly her life did indeed depend on her driving skills, as did her passengers lives.

The problem was that Marie had never driven a car in her life and they were now all dependant on Logan's voice in her head. The one that was cussin' her ass, threatening her short but eventful life and barking at her to keep those damn hands of hers on the wheel.

Pyro leant forward from the back seat and began to fiddle with the buttons on the radio. "I don't like awkward silences." He complained to the two girls in the front. "And all I can hear is Bobby's snoring."

Not one of the foursome had uttered a word since they had stored the unconscious body of Wolverine in the trunk. That had been almost an hour ago and they were now crawling down the highway. Bobby had fallen asleep within minutes, grumbling about the early start. Jubilee had been filing her nails and was now choosing the perfect shade of yellow to paint them in. Marie had literally turned into her grandmother, with the inability to drive over ten miles an hour while staring straight ahead and humming the tune to Rawhide.

All four inhabitants jumped out of their skins when the screeching tones of N-Sync blasted over the speakers. "Will you sit back and play with your own knob." Jubilee demanded, knocking the open bottle of nail polish onto the floor and slapping Pyro away.

Rogue and Bobby snorted at Jubilee's comment, as she blushed slightly when he whispered; "You get first dibs, yellow."

"In your dreams, sparky." She replied with a scowl. "You made me spill most of my favourite colour onto the floor!"

With the radio now firmly turned off, they all went back to their respective jobs. Marie humming, ignoring Logan's threats and driving very slowly. Jubilee painting her filed nails, Bobby snoozing quietly with the occasional snore and John continued staring out of the window. Wolverine was of course still unconscious and none the wiser to his kidnapping at the hands of Marie, all he could think of in his dream like state was; I could really do with a new mattress.

"Rogue, you look tense. I could always give you a massage, if you're tense I mean." Bobby uttered, glancing at Marie when he leant forward.

"What is it with you guys?" Jubilee asked, blowing short bursts of air onto her wet nails. "Can't you sit still?"

Marie took her eyes off of the road and gazed at Bobby's hopeful face. She even contemplated agreeing until Logan's personality rose from the depths of her body like bile. "Back off, Ice Prick!" She snarled with such ferocity that the other three mutants were sure that Wolverine had polluted every corner of her mind and they now had the words 'Prey' stamped on their foreheads.

"I'm sorry." Rogue growled, her eyes snapping back to the open road.

"Uh, that's okay." Bobby spluttered, scooting closer to John.

"I don't think she was talking to you, Bobby." John said quietly, watching Rogue closely and tapping the side of his head. "I'd watch your back if I was you. I get the feeling you're treading on thin ice."

"I wish Kitty had come." Jubilee sighed, inspecting her nails after she had applied the third coat of canary yellow.

"Pfft, as soon as she saw Wolverine in the trunk she ran away." John scoffed, sipping his can of diet Pepsi and grimacing at the awful taste. "This tastes like shit."

"She only ran because she thought Rogue had killed him." Bobby offered as a reasonable explanation. "We all should have done the same. He's going to kill us, the guy has claws, they're sharp and this is a new shirt."

"If Wolvie shredded that shirt he'd be doing the world a favour, ice man."

The three young bickering mutants were crowded around a picnic table, beside a busy interstate waiting for Marie to return from the bathroom. After three hours of travelling no faster then a reluctant Scott on a trip to visit his mother-in-law, they needed a break and Rogue had secretly wanted to check on her friend in the trunk.

Marie was in two minds about her predicament and really starting to worry about her sanity. She was now on that slippery slop that all bunny boilers threw themselves down at some point. The problem was that the thought of having Logan bundled in the trunk actually turned her on. And, she would be more then happy to throw herself down that slope time and time again if he was going to break her fall.

He looked so adorable and at peace, lying there with the luggage stacked on top of him. Yes, he was happy she told herself gazing down at him. Maybe he wouldn't be angry? This could be one of those stories that she would mention in years to come and they would laugh about it. Did Logan actually have a sense of humour? A sense of humour that extended to having his grown metal ass kidnapped from the comfort of his own bed? She really did hope so.

"Chica! We've got to get the heck out of here!" Jubilee screeched, tripping over her own feet and almost tumbling to the ground.

"Why?" Rogue groaned, taking one last look at her handsome prisoner and snapping the trunk shut. "Logan's finally calmed down in my head and I haven't even had a wee yet."

Bobby and John were the next to appear, out of breath and laughing their asses off. "Everyone in the car!" Jubilee demanded, shoving the still laughing Ice man and Pyro through the open door and telling them to buckle up. "Rogue, get the heck in! Don't just stand there, the cops are coming."

Marie blinked, gasped and then glared at Bobby and John. "What did they do?" She asked, leaping into the drivers seat and starting the engine. Nothing ever went to plan and it really was getting ridiculous, she didn't even have time to hover over a dirty toilet seat and empty her bladder for Christ sake!

"Why do you assume it was us?" Bobby asked, taking a break from his laughter to look almost aghast at such a suggestion.

Rogue roughly swung the car around and hit the accelerator, leaving tire tracks and the smell of burning rubber in their wake. "Because it always is!"

"Actually Chica..." Jubilee interrupted her best friend quietly. "It was you."

Hurtling onto the highway with all the grace of a racing driver high on crack, Marie frowned at the fire cracker and overtook an asshole in a gleaming sports car. "What did I do?"

"Your face is all over the news." John snorted, holding his stomach and wiping away a tear.

This was beyond the realms of ridiculousness, and she was beyond the realms of worried. This was in fact a catastrophe, her face was apparently plastered all over the television, she had an unconscious feral mutant in the trunk who was going to have to wake up sometime and the asshole in the sports car had overtaken her again. "Why," She shouted, punching the steering wheel and glaring into the rear view mirror. "Why me?"

"Because you're the number one suspect in the sinking of the HMS Rose and people trafficking is apparently an offence in this country." Jubilee replied seriously, which only worried Marie even more because Jubilation Lee was never serious about anything except designer clothes, Beyonce and the colour yellow.

"Cyclops totally wrecked a ship from the Navy." Bobby was now gasping for precious oxygen and had a snot bubble hanging from his left nostril.

"Yeah, the British navy and they're pissed about it." John was in a similar state and huddled against his friend, crying with laughter.

The two girls in the front weren't laughing. Jubilee glanced at Marie and patted her hand in comfort. "Don't worry, the woman in the store only saw a quick glimpse of you in the parking lot. We heard her tell the sheriff on the phone that she wasn't sure if it was you or not."

Rogue slammed her foot on the accelerator and floored it, determined to overtake the asshole in the sports car before she was carted off to jail. "Scott sunk the ship didn't he? His glasses fell off and he sunk a ship belonging to the British navy and now I'm in so much trouble. He was only supposed to get dumped on a cargo ship!"

"I wonder if the Queen's mad at you?" John piped up from the back, having fought off his fit of giggles. "I bet she's watching your face on her T.V and shouting off with her head."

"You're not helping, Johnny." Marie grumbled, speeding passed the asshole in the sports car and flipping him off. "You're really not helping." All she needed now was a set of flashing lights behind her and a series of thumps and threats from the trunk to cause a heart attack, then this really would turn into the day from hell. "Wait a minute, I've got a plan."

Normally Marie didn't like small, tight, claustrophobic spaces. In fact she hated them with a passion and she would have had a panic attack within the first five seconds if it hadn't have been for the lovely scented lump she was lying on.

Firstly she had driven down a quiet country road, away from the prying eyes of the busy traffic. The second part of her plan involved removing everything non-mutant from the trunk. The third part of her plan was heaving all the heavy luggage into the back seat, asking Bobby to drive the car and climbing into the trunk with Logan.

This wasn't just for kicks, sure she had been wanting to lie on top of Logan since the day they had met but she was only currently in this compromising position because she was hiding from the cops, the British navy, the Queen and anyone else that wanted to haul her off to jail or cut off her head.

Still, Marie was excited and wished she had a camera to catch this special moment. Her body was draped across a muscle bound hunk of feral hotness and she was feeling horny... and it was a bitch.

They were still fully clothed, it was pitch black and Marie couldn't see a thing when she rolled up Logan's wife beater and caressed his chiselled, toned and salty tasting skin. Yes, she had tasted his skin and only his skin. Nothing else, especially not the special place where she had dreamt about sliding her tongue across the length and width of...

Oh crap, he was waking up!

Logan eyes slowly fluttered open and it took a moment for him to get his bearings... Fuck that talk about bearings, he couldn't find his bearings because he didn't have a fucking clue where he was.

He sniffed, blinked his eyes a dozen times and growled. "Kid, what the hell have you gone and done?"

Marie shifted her weight and tried to shrink away from his angry tone; which really was impossible when you were confined to the inside of a trunk. "Why are you blaming me"? She innocently asked, hoping that he couldn't smell her arousal or her sweat. She really should have brought a bottle of deodorant with her into the trunk.

"'Cause this sure as hell ain't my bed and you're a pain in the God damn ass!" He snarled, hoping to scare her into confessing whatever the hell she had dragged him into.

"Oh, you know, its simple really." She replied, happily waving her middle finger in his face and pleased they were in complete darkness. "I thought we didn't spend enough time together. I mean who wouldn't want to spend more time with a dick like you?"

What the hell? She had used her powers against him, knocked his ass unconscious, they were fuck knows where and the kid was flipping him off and insulting him? "I can see in the dark, Marie!" He barked, almost making her piss her pants in the process. "If you wanna keep that finger of yours then quit flippin' me off!"

He tried to sit up but cracked his head against the roof. Straining his ears, he could hear the engine rumbling underneath them and the sounds of chattering mutants. Oh no, she hadn't, had she? "What does no mean to you?" Logan demanded, gazing around and looking for a way out of his fucking nightmare. "And why the hell are we in here?"

Marie gulped, and rested her head on his chest. "I told you, we needed some time alone."

"Don't worry, kid. We'll be spendin' some time alone alright. How does a year of early mornin' danger sessions sound to you?" He growled, secretly amused when her face dropped and she scowled. "You like gettin' naked in hallways, so maybe you could treat me to fifty naked laps a day?"

"You're not funny, Logan."

"Who said I was tryin' to be?"

'Snikt'

"Wait, what are you doing?" She yelped, sliding across his body and her hands feeling for his face.

Logan clawed hands dropped to his side and he willed his body not to respond. Now what the hell was she playing at? "Kid, cut it out." He grumbled, when she cupped his face in her hands. "I'm gettin' outta here and when I do, I'm gonna kick your ass."

He really needed to put a stop to this crap; he had been kidnapped by the kid and here he was chatting away to her like a complete pansy ass. Pulling his arm back he attacked the roof of the trunk with a roar and smirked when his claws cut clean through the metal. There was nothing like destroying shit when you were as pissed as hell.

Marie watched in horror as daylight filtered in through the claw marks and her friends screamed in the front of the car. "Please don't hate me for this." She whispered in his ear and her lips crushed against his.

Logan didn't have time to respond when he felt his ass getting drained for the second time today. He only parted his lips like the perverted asshole he was and welcomed her tongue into his mouth. Marie hungrily kissed him, ignoring the shocked voices of Jubilee, Bobby and John when they opened the trunk. She only had the sense to pull away when she heard his voice enter her mind and it was even angrier than before. "What the fuck are you guys starin' at?" Marie growled at the three young and nervous mutants. "Ain't you seen two people kiss before? And where the hell are my cigars?"