When I die, I want to go peacefully in my sleep like my granddaddy. Not screaming in terror like the passenger in his car.

"But you said you'd teach me," Anna argued as she sat on the floor of the garage. Logan was on a creeper (1) under the truck, doing something or other.

"Hand me the pliers," he held out his hand to receive the requested tool.

Anna, dressed in a pair of overalls, glanced at the tool box.

"The little red one?"

"Yeah."

She picked it up and dropped it in his hand.

"I mean, why would you say you'd teach me if you're not gonna?" she adjusted the bandana she'd tied around her curly hair, now with a white streak through it.

"I will. I never said when I would. And it'll be never if you keep naggin' me."

"You know, you don't actually have to wait 'til I'm fifteen. It's not really a law, more like a suggestion."

"Anna."

"Yeah?"

"No."

Anna sighed and got up, dusting off the seat of her pants.

"All right. Fine. I guess…" she started walking out of the garage, "I could just ask Wade," she paused at the door and looked back.

He knew Wade would teach her if she asked. Wade would do anything for Anna. He absolutely spoiled her. But really. Did he want Wade to teach Anna how to drive? Or rather, Wade's version of how to drive. 'If the lights red, and you don't see any cops or cameras on top of the post, go right through if you think you can make it.'

"We'll start tomorrow, you little brat."

"Thank you, Daddy."

The next day, Logan went to Anna's room. He stood at the doorway a moment. He has had this kid for six years. And she already wanted to learn how to drive which was a step towards independence. Meaning she wouldn't be dependant on him so much. She wouldn't need him. Logan frowned at his thoughts as he approached the bed. Since when was he sentimental?

Anna was flopped over on her stomach, arms tightly around her pillow. He almost didn't have the heart to disturb. Note the 'almost'.

Logan gripped the edge of the sheets and gave a decisive yank. As the nice, warm sheets were ripped away and replaced with cool air, Anna shrieked and curled in on herself.

"Wha's wrong witchu?" she slurred groggily.

He let the sheets fall.

"I thought you said you wanted to learn how to drive?" he asked though it wasn't really a question.

Anna sprang up, still holding the pillow, and her hair going every which way.

"Are you serious? We're gonna go now?"

"Unless you had other plans. But then I don't know when –"

"No, no plans!" she hopped out of the messy bed, "Get out so I can change," she rushed to her closet and started searching for clothes then looked over her shoulder. "Please," she added as an afterthought.

Logan complied, more than a little amused by his daughter's enthusiasm and shut the door behind him. He went to the kitchen and found Wade there. He was sitting at the table with a mug of what had better not be coffee because he knew he wasn't supposed to have any, a newspaper in front of his face, and a small vase that Logan had never seen before with a daisy in it. From what he could see, Wade was only wearing his boxers and a pair of socks. He moved the paper when he greeted Logan with a 'Good morning' and returned it to its place, revealing Logan to be wrong. He was wearing his mask and pinstripe fedora.

"What are - why are you -? Forget it," he waved it away as he moved to the coffee pot. Some things just weren't that important to know and in the end, you really don't want to know.

"So what're we doin' today?" Wade asked as he tossed the rest of the paper aside and just had the funnies.

Logan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he gulped the painfully black coffee.

"Anna wants to learn how to drive. I'm gonna teach her."

"She's thirteen. Aren't kids supposed to have permits and be like fifteen or something for that?"

"Yup."

"Oh. Okay," he continued reading the paper. Then he started laughing hysterically. "Oh, that Garfield! He's such a funny, fat cat. I hate cats!"

"'Kay, I'm ready, let's go!"Anna said as she ran into the kitchen, grabbed Logan's arm, and tried to pull him to the door.

"Can I drink my coffee? Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, fine," she let go and crossed her arms. Logan proceeded to slowly sip his coffee.

"Hey, kid! Don't I get a 'Good morning, Uncle Wade' or something?" Wade asked.

"Yeah, hey, how you doin'?" she barely glanced at him.

"Why, I'm doing just fine. So nice of you to ask."

Anna narrowed her eyes at her father as he took tiny sips of coffee as he returned her stare.

"You're doin' this on purpose," she stated.

He huffed a laugh, chugged the rest of the coffee, and set it on the counter.

"Fine, brat. Let's go. Wade, do not set the house on fire again."

"You say that like I did it on purpose."

"Did you?"

"…nah, 'course not."

"Whatever, we're leaving now please?" Anna got behind Logan and he let himself be pushed out the door.

"What's that?"

"Shift gear."

"Where's the gas?"

"The one on the right. The brake is on the left."

"How do you start it?"

"Put the key in and turn it."

"Then do that."

Anna did as she was told, putting the key in and starting the engine. When it turned over, she turned to Logan and grinned.

"Fix your mirrors. Can you see the mail box?"

"Yeah."

"You shouldn't."

"Oh…there. Set."

"All right. Drive."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Oookay."

Logan leaned back in the passenger seat, content to be chauffered.

"Where am I suppposed to be drivin' to?"

"Don't matter. Stop looking at me, look at the road."

"Can I go to the book store?"

"You're the one drivin'. Use your turn signal; the other guy doesn't know what you're doin'."

"You can turn right on red?"

"If you stop first. No, let him go first. Ease out. Hit it."

"Yellow means slow down, not speed up."

"That's what you do."

"This is a do as I say thing, not as I do. Got it?"

"Get it."

"Anna, do not race him."

"But he's challenging me! I could totally smoke him!"

"You could totally pull this over and get out the driver's seat if you're gonna act a fool."

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and breaked.

"And that is drivin'," Logan said as he stepped out of the truck and shut the door. They'd been gone just shy of an hour, driving around town with no real destination.

"That was easy," she said, swinging the keys around a gloved finger. "So when are we gonna teach Anna how to drive stick shift?"

"You just can't wait to get outta here, huh?"

"I just wanna be prepared for sixteen, is all," she told him, coming around to his side to walk inside.

"You'd think I was gettin' you a car with the way you're talkin'."

"I never said you were," she walked in front of him into the house.

She walked around the counter to the fridge and pulled out the makings of breakfast."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She grinned widely at him.

"Tony owes me."

Anna decided to make 'breakfast sandwiches'. Lovely little creations.

She cracked several eggs and dropped them into a bowl.

"Has anyone seen the whisk?" Anna asked as she looked through the drawers.

Wade slid into the kitchen on his socked feet, now maskless and hatless, and gasped dramatically, slapping his hands on the sides of his face.

"You lost the whisk? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! How can we go on?" he wailed to the ceiling with his arms raised before he slumped forward onto the wall, sobbing. Logan paid him no attention whatsoever as he started reading the paper Anna had left on the table for him.

"Do you even know what a whisk is?" Anna asked on the verge of laughter.

Wade popped off the wall and leaned one handed on it, completely sobless.

"I can't even begin to fathom what it could possibly be."

"Which describes your grasp for most things," Logan commented.

"Jimmy's got jokes! So what's it for? Can I eat it?"

"You use it to mix the eggs," Anna told him as she settled next to the bowl of eggs.

"Why don't you use a fork?"

"It'll bruise the eggs."

Wade gave her a squinty-eye look.

"What? 'Bruise the eggs?' What does that even mean? You know what, nevermind."

He stood up and walked to the cabinet and pulled out a plastic zip-loc bag. He picked up the bowl, poured the eggs in, sealed it, and started shaking the bag in a sort of dance.

"Scrambled, scrambled, scrambled, scraaaammmmbled! Whoooo-oooooo-oooooo! There!" he dropped the bag on the counter. "Scrambled eggs. Now do the thing with the pot and cook them."

"You use a skillet. Move."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"I need O.J. Not Simpson, the other one," he went to the fridge, got the whole jug and a pitcher before returning to his seat he had earlier.

The rest of their Saturday proceeded normally aside from Wade having delusions of being on the 'I Love Lucy' show. He was Lucy.

Three years later…

Outside of Richards, South Carolina

Usually, Logan preferred the mountain country to anything. Since he got Rogue, though, he'd basically let her pick where they were going live. This latest plot of land was a pretty good choice. They were miles away from people. Walking any direction, it would take hours for anyone to reach property that didn't belong to him. Most of the people in town didn't even know exactly where he and his family lived which suited him just fine.

Which was the reason why he was surprised when he came home to see hunter green Camaro, black racing stripes down the middle, sitting pretty in front of the porch. Rogue was standing next to it, face beaming, and Wade was jumping up and down squealing like a girl.

"Jimmy! Check this out! Do you see this car? Wade yelled and pointed unnecessarily to the car.

Logan stepped out of his truck and walked over to it.

"Where'd it come from?" he asked.

"The Camaro fairy brought it for Roguey!"

Logan ignored Wade and looked to Rogue. She simply smiled that Cheshire smile.

"Tony owed me."

"What I gotta do to get owed one of them?" Wade asked.

"One time deal."

"Dang! So you lettin' me take this baby for a spin?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no."

"No fair! I let you drive my car."

"Right until the day you wrapped it around a light post."

"It jumped out in front of me, I swear."

Two years later

Kestrel made a check over the grounds for any information his team of amateurs had most likely missed. Because of the fact that he was hoping he wouldn't find anything, he did an even less thorough check. Although, he did find a good supply of cigars that he was most definitely keeping.

Back in the kitchen, the table was set for three people with a good spread of food. Throughout the house, there were pictures of a girl, young and older, sometimes with Logan, most times with Wade.

Sometimes, he really hated himself.

Marrow walked in through the side door.

"Anything?"

"No, there's nothing of use here," she responded. "It looks like they went through tunnels underground."

"Really?" he asked uninterested.

Tunnels under the house. They were almost as paranoid as he was.

"Are the charges set?" he asked her as he walked through the house to the front door.

"The ones around the house, yes. The charges for the barn, garage, whatever it is, have been delayed."

"There a reason for that?"

He turned to face the pink haired mutant on the porch.

"Diaz thought there was something you might want to see."

"Let's see what our boy's got then."

Marrow blinked and Kestrel was gone.

"I hate when he does that," she complained.

Kestrel could only stare in awestruck wonder at the sight of the deep green Camaro in front of him. How Logan could have brought himself to leave this beauty behind, he couldn't fathom. But then if he had a kid, he'd probably do the same.

Washout was standing next to him, admiring the view. Wordlessly, he raised his hand, holding a set of keys in front of Kestrel's face. He took them from him, tipped his hat, and was in the car in the blink of an eye. He started it and revved the V8 engine.

"Set the charges, retrieve Victor, and pack it in."

The car shot forward, Washout flinched badly, and Kestrel, with the car vanished from sight.

a/n: I hope I didn't lose anyone with the switches.

If anyone gets the whisk reference, as in you know what movie, you get a chapter dedication for no other reason than I feel like it and that movie was a part of my childhood.

What? Did we really want a description of driving? I can draw from my experience where my dad basically just told me to drive and I'd never done that before and almost had a panic attack. Then later he's all 'Oh, haven't you driven before?' 'I live with you people! When have you ever seen me drive?'

My mom could drive when she was twelve. But then she grew up in the country way back when and Big Daddy used to be a cop so he could let his baby drive. Point is, I don't think Logan would follow that law and several others and see it more as a suggestion and then do whatever he wanted with his kid 'cause she's his and you think you can tell him what to do? Good luck with that.

(1)that is basically a flat board with wheels on it so it's easier to move and work on the undercarriage of a vehicle