A/N can we just take a minute and appreciate Hugh Jackman. I mean look at how adorable that Gif is. Boop.

Madeline's POV

I am sat here looking out the window, watching the scenery change at 85 Km/h in the back of a coach bus.

What happened to the car and hunting down Logan one may ask. Well the car is pooched, I may have gotten caught up in an all to familiar scent and was not watching where so was going. Long story short I ran into a tree, was thrown out of the car, and as I was making my way back to It, exploded.

Luckily I had been tracking Logan by scent, I sniffed to where he spent most of his time. I ended up at a gym/ boxing arena. I met a over weight man, he told me his name was Fred.

I interrogated him and found out this Logan was headed to New Orleans.

That would be why I am stuck on a coach bus. Everything smells so bad in here. I know that Logan has Ma and Pa's late sons Motorcycle, lucky turd, gets to feel the wind on his face.

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Eventually I get to New Orleans. I start to walk around trying to catch a scent.

Bingo!! That way!! My senses practically yell at me. His trail smells fresh. It's going straight to a club, will I go In? Should I go In? Hmmm.

Nah, around back. Wait till he inevitably finds his way there. If not then just listen with my fantastic ears.

As I turn the corner down the alleyway to behind the club, the wall collapsed. At least that is what it looked like.

I look at the rubble. I see the man I've been hunting for Days. Logan. He hesitantly stands. I see him stretch his neck, he then sniffs the air, he looks In front of him.

I take that as an advantage. I snuck up behind him, only to see someone do the same. Logan knocks the kid out quick and then stalks forward.

I grab his wrist. He stills and turns to me. I throw a punch at his face, just as his mouth opened to talk.

He seemed taken aback. I heard a deep chuckle from across the aisle. I sniff the air. No, another really familiar smell.

I look the sound and smells way. There stood a man, over a body, dead at that. He wore all black. He had a buzzcut, the same beard as Logan,  really long and sharp finger nails, and he lifted his lips up and I seen some protruding K-9s.

This man seemed more familiar than Logan does. I slowly look to Logan again, who I am still holding the wrist of. "You killed them" I mutter to him.

His face goes from confused and disoriented to concerned and regret. "Look, I know this is a really important thing but, I gotta kill him," he points to the stranger. "He killed my girlfriend and is proceeding to kill my friends." I shake my head.

He scoffs. He looks from me to my hand on his wrist and then to the stranger. I also look at the stranger. I walk closer, just as it seems that he does. We both seem to discreetly sniff the others scent at the same time.

Oh my god. I finally know!!! I look at the stranger and get a rush of joy.

I jump at him. "Victor!!!" I yell as I latch my self to his neck, wrapping my legs around him also.

He falls to his knees and leans over while crushing me in his own hug. His face is hidden in the hair by my ear, mine the base of his neck. "Maddy," he just breaths out.

My tears are coming hot and fast, they run down victors neck after they trace the curves of my face.

I feel dampness on my neck as Well. Victor is crying over me, seriously?

He stands back up. I unwrap my legs from him and stand on my own, still in his tight embrace. I pull back and pull his face down so I could reach it more comfortably. I wipe his tear tracks away. "Ya cryin' over lil' old me, eh Vic?" He laughs. Full on laughs.

I hear a cough behind me. I turn and see Logan. Except I no longer see Logan. I look back to Victor asking silently. He nods his head. Oh my God.

I throw my self on top of Logan. My legs scurried to his waist and arms around his neck. His face burries itself into the junction between shoulder and neck. Mine in his floppy hair.

My lungs fill with his scent. His so frusteratinly familiar scent. Now I have the missing piece.

"James" I whisper low. He supports me as he moves back a little, he studies my face, every little detail.

He reached up and put his whole hand on the side of my face. "Hey" he whispers.

"Hi" I reply.

He lets me go and I beckon for both boys. They come and stand in front of me. I wave my hands, silently telling them to bring it in.

I get a big old group hug from my boys. Then I realise something. I push both then off of me. They both look at me with pained faces.

"Wait, you guys look surprisingly good for a 144 and 149 year olds. Wanna tell me how you guys managed to live this long and look not a day over 30?" They look at each other and nod.

I hear what sounds like a sword being pulled out of its casing. I look at them. Victor is holding up his hand.

On his hand all of his finger nails are at least 3 inches. I grab his hand and look at it. I touch his finger nails. They are bone! I keep studying his finger nails and see a split from his nail bed to his first knuckle. I look up at his face. He is smiling. The smile doesn't throw me off but his K-9s do. They are pointed and sharp and extra long. Like a cats. I reach up and grab his face, pulling it level to mine. Wow, his teeth are long.

"I know I seen them when I came in but, wow." He laughs.

I look over and see James. He is holding his fist up. I watch as he pulls his other hand up it has 3 long metal, really shinny swords.

I go towards him. I go to grab his hand. He retracts his hand really fast. "No," he shakes his head. "I don't wanna hurt you." He explains.

I look at him. "You won't." I assure him. I look dead into his eyes, "trust me, okay?" I question. He nods.

I grab his hand and touch one knife. It is really sharp. I cut my finger instantly. Blood spurts out of it. I see panic on James face. And I feel Victor grab my arm.

They start fussing over how it was James fault. I clear my throat. They both look at me, concern in their faces. I hold my finger up to view. It heals within seconds. Both look at me in awe.

"Boys. You had your turn, now it's mine." And I bring my fist up. My talons come from between my knuckles. And I bring up my elbows the slightly shorter talons appear. I point to my knees and pull one up and show them the one about as the same size of my elbow ones.

I look at their faces. I sit on the ground and start taking off my shoe.

"Aw now what are ya doing. Get off the ground." Victor says. I shake my head.

"Don't wanna ruin my shoes." I finally get the shoe off and my sock.

I pull my foot up and flick my toes out, all nails protrude from them.

The boys look stunned. I giggle and put my sock and show back on. I stand up and open my mouth. They can now see my 4 enlarged K9s. Similar to those of a dogs, or wolf's if you may. I then retract them.

The boys stand there looking stunned.

I laugh once again. I walk up to Victor. Again I grab his face. I pull his face down so I can peer into his mouth.

"Can you retract yours. Or is it a cat thing not being able to?" I question.

Victor shakes his head. "Nope I can't. What do you mean 'cat thing'"

" Well, you smell like a cat, specifically a bobcat, with a twinge of cougar. I once smelled a faint trace while standing in front of a sabertooth tiger in a museum." I shrug. "And James," I say turning to him. "You smell like a wolverine." I cringe. "I once was attacked by one, vicious little mongrel," but I remember telling Victor they were my favorite. He would bring me to watch them from a are distance before all this 'mutant' stuff happened."

The look on the boys faces were priceless. James stepped forward. He pulled a chain from his neck.

He pulled it off and showed it to me.

I grab it and read it. It's a military Dog Tag.

One side says Logan and the other says Wolverine. I look up at him.

I laugh, I laugh so hard that tears come to my eyes. I laugh so hard that I am afraid I'm gonna pee myself.

James has a funny look on his face, not a funny like haha look but, more of a look I can't read. He's just staring right at me. It's actually kind of creepy.

I give the tags back to him.

I walk towards Victor. "Boys, let's go and get a coffee or a drink and talk over this entire thing." I grab Victors arm and motion for James. He comes to the other side. I loop my arms with my boys arms.