Mind Games [A Wolverine/X-Men Fan Fiction] #Wattys2014

Chapter Eight: Misguided Accusations

| Chapter 8: Misguided Accusations |

"Damn it, Logan!" Scott shouted as he hounded Logan down the hall. He had just come in and it was late in the day. It had taken him so long because he had to walk rather than ride the motorcycle that he didn't bring back.

"Look, what do you want me to do? I can't get it back now. Just get a new one!" Logan said as he turned into the kitchen. He opened the top cupboard and pulled out a glass bottle of cola.

As he was about to open in, Scott grabbed his jacket by the collar and turned him around with an angry expression on his face. Logan raised an eyebrow as he looked at Scott.

"I'm getting real tired of your crap, Logan. I've let you take my motorcycle more than I've let anyone else- even after you lost and destroyed them! You're a tracker, right? Find. My. Motorcycle. Or else I'll never let you take another vehicle of mine again."

Logan chuckled in a dry tone. "Well, if you don't let me go in the next few seconds, I'll turn into a killer instead of a tracker." he threatened. Scott waited a few second before letting him go forcefully. "Besides, I can't get it back. I owe the guy for smashing him in the head with it." Logan replied as he drank the soda he opened.

Scott's mouth opened slightly. "You hit a man in the head with my motorcylcle?!"

"Yeah, that was uncalled for, but he hit me in the balls," Logan chuckled lightly as he took another sip with of the soda. The bottle made a small popping sound as he moved it from his lips. "I was blinded with rage after that."

"Is that man okay?! Logan, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Relax, Shades, he's fine. I made sure of that before I left, I'm not stupid." Logan said with an annoyed raised eyebrow. "I had to keep him from following me everywhere I went because he was stubborn and could obviously hold the smallest grudges, so I just gave him the motorcycle to keep him off my tail. I know no one would've wanted him here."

Scott stared at Logan for a long time, thinking of what to do. He hated when Logan was right. "Couldn't you have given him money or something?" Logan shrugged which annoyed Scott even more. "So you had money and didn't give it to him, but you gave him my motorcycle instead?"

"I am going to use that money for other things, y'know? I'm not wastin' it on some angry guy who holds a grudge."

"That kind of sounds like you, Logan," a new voice chuckled. They two looked towards the doorway to find a hairy blue creature with more human like features. He walked into the kitchen barefoot as he went to the fridge. "Don't mind me, I'm just taking a break. I've been downstairs all day, I think I missed all of my classes today."

The blue beast pulled out a bottle of water and banana as he went to the counter to eat his snack. He stopped short of peeling the banana when he noticed Logan and Scott glaring at each other; nothing new.

"I'm sensing a bit of tension here. May I ask what's wrong?"

"Logan lost my motorcycle again, Hank! Do you know how many I've lost because of him already? Do you know how much I pay on replacing them every year?!"

"Uh, I'm guessing quite a large amount." Hank nodded.

"And you're going to buy me a new one with the money you didn't give the guy," Scott said, turning to Logan. By now Logan had finished the soda and put it down on the small counter next to him, making a small clink sound.

"The hell I am," he mumbled. Scott looked as though he would blow his top and Hank got up, knowing that this couldn't end well.

"Look, Scott, I'll get you a new motorcycle, okay? I'll even enhance it so that it has an automatic homing tracker and can be nearly indestructible if Logan ever gets to ride it. Does that sound good to you?" Hank offered as he took a bite of his banana.