A/N: This is an AU story with similar things to X1. Still writing exams but decided to upload this so long while I work on my entry for the fourth rogan writing challenge.

Logan rubbed his knuckles tiredly as he sat on the stool. Another bar, another fight. His life was becoming painfully repetitive. He looked up as the bartender waddled over to him.

"I'll have a beer." He mumbled.

The bartender grunted and planted a cold one down in front of him. Logan picked up and took a long sip before putting it down and sighing. The news caught his attention for a few seconds, the reporter rambling something about mutants and the government wanting to have them registered. He was about turn back to his beer when something caught his eye. It was the girl he'd seen before; she had been staring at him through the cage. He wondered why no-one took notice of her, swaying in the middle of the floor while the fight was on. He hadn't been able to concentrate on her too long, the idiot he was in the cage with had tried to knock him out. He tried to look at her face now, but it was covered by her long brown hair. One hand was curled around a glass of water in front of her while the dangled by her side. His eyes widened as he realised that her dangling arm was holding the hand of a little girl. She sat under the bar hidden by the darkness; it was only because of his enhanced senses that Logan could see her at all. She had dark blonde hair, brown eyes and thin lips. Her eyes flickered towards him and she smiled and waved. His mouth twitched before he shook himself and turned away. That's when he heard footsteps behind him.

"You owe me some money."

"Come on Stu."

"No one takes beating like that without a mark to show for it."

"Come on Stu." His friend reiterated.

"You lost your money. You keep this up you'll lose something else." Whispered Logan.

"I know what you are."

Logan growled but didn't move. He heard them move away but didn't relax.

"Look out!" the young woman screamed.

Logan was quicker, he pushed away the switchblade and pinned Stu to the wall, sticking three nine inch claws at his neck. He felt something brush at his neck. He looked back slightly to see a shotgun at his neck.

"Get out of my bar freak."

Quick as a flash, Logan realised his claws and shredded the gun. He looked around the bar, taking in the terrified faces of the bartender and his patrons, and the girl by the counter was hand was clutched tighter around the small girl by her feet. Grunting, he sheathed his claws and stormed out of the building.

After setting as much distance between himself and that bar, he finally slowed the truck down to a cruise and lit a cigar. He wondered where he could go now, probably head towards Anchorage and see Shirley. Oh yeah, Shirley always equalled fun. Just as he was thinking about her long slender legs wrapped around him, a noise from behind made him stop the car. It sounded like it had come from his trailer. He climbed out the car and towards the back. As he reached the trailer he noticed an unusual bump under the tarp. Poking it, he realised it was someone not something. Growling he throw back the cover and watched as two brown eyes blinked sleepily at him. It was the little girl at the bar and under her was the woman who he assumed to be her older sister.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The little girl jumped from the trailer taking a green duffel bag with her. Logan picked up the woman and dumped her on her feet. She swayed for a few seconds before collapsing onto her knees.

"I'm sorry. We need a ride; We thought you could help us. I-" stuttered the little girl.

"No." Logan snapped.

"Where are we supposed to go?" muttered the woman.

"I don't know."

"You don't know, or you don't care?" she shot back.

"Pick one."

"Please..." she whispered.

He growled and walked away.

"Please... she needs help." Called the little girl.

He was tempted to stop then but reminded himself that he was a loner and walked on. Climbing in, he sighed and lowered his cigar into the ashtray. He could smell them now. The little girl was radiating fear, innocence and a little anger. The woman smelled of hopelessness, exhaustion and a hint of death that made him gag. Starting the car, he drove off. As he looked in the review mirror he watched as the woman collasped face first in the snow. He instantly stopped the car and climbed out. The little girl was now kneeling beside her sister and nudging her. Logan bent beside her and picked the woman up.

"Get in."

The little girl nodded and took her duffel bag, rushing towards the truck. Logan walked to the camper and opened the door. Once inside, he deposited the older girl on the bed and tucked her in. He placed a bottle of water beside her and walked towards the truck, closing the camper behind him. Once inside, he sighed and turned his attention to the little girl next to him who had buckled up and was looking nervously at her sister. As he started the car, she turned her attention to him and smiled.


He grunted and continued down the road.

"Thanks by the way."

He grunted again and put his cigar back in his mouth. He heard her sigh before tapping his fingers on her jeans. As his eyes flickered to the side he noticed he t-shirt looked three sizes too big. Her arms were thin as was her face. Her stomach rumbled and she blushed. He chuckled and reached into the glove compartment. He pulled out a pack of jerky and tossed it onto her lap.

"Eat up kid."


He watched as she practically inhaled the food though halfway through her expression became guilty and she neatly closed the packet and closed her eyes. When they re-opened she looked at him.

"Wolverine... that's a funny name." She giggled.

He growled and hid his tags from her view. She frowned and looked away.

"Logan. My name is Logan."

Her face lit up and she smiled, turning her attention back to him.

"I'm Charlie. Nice ta meet ya."

"You too kid."

Her eyes flickered to the back and her smile dimmed somewhat.

"I hope she doesn't die." Whispered Charlie.

"What happened?" asked Logan.

"She doesn't eat anymore... she gives all her food to me. She also doesn't sleep. She's scared we'll be found."

"Found by who?"

"Not allowed to tell."

"How long have you been on the road?"

Charlie frowned and shrugged.

"I made her angry the other day... I wanted a new doll but she said we have no money. So I ran away from her. I came back later and she was crying. She'd bought me the doll..."

Logan watched as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Where'd she get the money?" he asked.

"She won't tell me. She says I'm too young to know."

Logan winced knowing exactly what the older girl had probably had to do. He glanced to the back again before facing the road.

"Your sister will be fine."

Charlie giggled and shook her head.

"She's not my sister, she's my mommy."

A/N: Review please?