Tagging Along With Wolvie-- Part I "Bar Brawlin'"  
By Allykat 
Summary: Jubilee finally convinces Logan to take her with him on his scoot. 
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Jubilee waited in the half-light of a hallway leading into the foyer of the mansion. She 
cocked her head. Yep, those distant footsteps definitely sounded like the clip of 
Logan's cowboy boots on the tile floor. 
The sound of the footsteps came closer. Slowed. Jubilee knew he sensed her 
presence; smelled her was a better description. He had senses like an animal, 
however, since she did not, she figured she could get away  
with this little farce. She moved from her position, started across the foyer and 
jumped at the sight of him. 
"Wolvie!" she exclaimed in pseudo surprise. She stopped in his path. His hair was 
damp from a recent shower. Lately, he'd been ripping through the scenarios in the 
danger room. Something was eating him, but he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. 
Typical Logan. Painfully macho. "I thought you were still working out." 
"Finished," he replied past the stogie in his mouth. Unruffled by her sudden 
appearance, he changed his course to move around her. Like a strategically placed 
chess piece, Jubilee blocked his path. 
"Where ya' goin'?" She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked back on her 
heels. 
One eyebrow lifted. They both knew this wasn't a new game. "What's it to you?" He 
moved the other way and she headed him off. 
"Well...." Jubilee wasn't about to let him get away. "Do you have a date?" 
"Only with a dozen pints o' beer and as many whisky chasers." 
Date with beer okay, date with female not cool. So far so good. "You going out on 
your scoot?" That was a stupid question seeing that he wore faded Levis, the usual 
black tank top and a black motorcycle  
jacket. 
Logan's lazy expression took on a suspicious gleam. "Hadn't planned on walking." 
"To Harry's?" He wasn't making this easy. 
"Auger Inn." He moved the other way and she sidestepped. 
"Tough hang out." 
"S'okay. I'm in a mood tonight." As if he realized that he wasn't going to get past her 
without physically picking her up and moving her aside, he stopped and removed 
the stogie from his mouth.  "Stop with the hokey pokey darlin' and tell me what cho' 
want." 
"I'm going with you." There she'd said it, and didn't ask. But when he opened his 
mouth she knew he was going to say no like he had every other time. She grabbed 
the lapels of his jacket in both hands and looked into his face. "Oh please, Wolvie," 
she said and used her best pitiful Bambi face. The corner of his mouth quirked. Was 
he smiling?  Maybe she was winning on some level. "Pleeaassse," she cajoled. 
"Friday night TV is boring and everyone's gone out to see a dumb romantic movie. 
All that kissing and smooching."  She made a face. 
"And that's bad?" Logan asked, his eyebrows climbed up a notch and Jubilee was 
surprised to hear him chuckle. She let go of his jacket and stepped back, measuring 
his expression. He was smiling. He pushed  
up the brim of the cowboy hat with the tip of one finger. "And yer thinkin' that comin' 
with me ta' the bar is going ta' be fun?" 
"Isn't that why you go?" she asked, then immediately wondered at the shadow that 
crossed his expression. 
"Sometimes, pum'kin. Sometimes. I don't think the Auger Inn is yer kind o' scene." 
It wasn't a good scene for anyone, she thought, aloud she said: "I'll just drink soda 
pop and listen to the jukebox music, maybe dance a little. I promise I won't be any 
trouble." 
Logan laughed at that. "Darlin', yer a world o' trouble. Ya' can't help it. I guess that if I 
said no you'd follow me anyway?" 
Jubilee hadn't thought of that, but it was a good idea. She nodded, crossed her 
arms and stuck out her chin. "I'm old enough now, I can go on my own." 
"You should get a flamin' Oscar for this performance." Logan shook his head and 
flung an arm around her shoulders.  She snuggled up to him and didn't try to contain 
her triumphant grin. 
Checkmate! she thought. 
Logan's Harley was parked out in front of the mansion. He straddled it,and she let 
him kick start it before she settled on the back, put her feet on the chrome pegs then 
wrapped her arms around him--not that her  
arms could go all the way around him. At least tonight she wouldn't have to share 
him with anyone. 
Tonight, I'm tagging along with Wolvie and we're are going to have so much fun! 
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Yeah right. 
An hour later Jubilee sat on a barstool and wondered if she should have stayed at 
the mansion and zoned in front of the tube. The Auger Inn was a biker bar.  It stank, 
a putrid mixture of smoke and vomit, and the patrons were far from the crème of 
society. 
Jubilee rested her chin in her hand and blew up at a lock of hair hanging in her eyes. 
So far, she'd played a few rounds of pool with Logan, losing of course, and now she 
had a choice of watching hockey on the big screen TV or watching Logan pulverize 
all comers in arm wrestling matches. These posturing, grunting, sweating males 
were just ridiculous. The testosterone level in this room had to be off the chart. What 
was next? Belly bucking contests? Hairy chest contests? Well, that was another 
contest Logan would win hands down. While it was  
the current fashion for men to get in touch with their feminine side, Logan simply 
didn't have one. 
"And what was with these women?" she grumbled to herself and glared at two 
females hovering around Logan. Was the cheering section necessary? Logan 
soundly defeated another luckless contender and the two women clapped, cheered 
and bounced up and down.  The loser of the match, a young good-looking guy, didn't 
appear too happy. 
"Tough luck, bub," Logan said, leaning back in his chair and resting a muscular arm 
over the back, the mannerism unconsciously arrogant. "Next!" 
Logan ignored the young man's angry glance as the waitress appeared with another 
round of Boiler Makers. Yuk! Jubilee grimaced. She didn't know how he drank beer 
with whisky chasers. They were like, totally gross. 
"You okay, darlin'?" he called to her. 
"Oh yeah, just peachy," she mumbled, "not." She then found herself under intense 
scrutiny from Logan's cheering section. The two females sauntered over and flanked 
her, sitting on the stools on either side like they were about to interrogate her. 
Jubilee felt vaguely claustrophobic. 
"Hey kid, why don't you introduce us to your daddy," said the willowy brunette with 
green eyes. Her blue jean cut-off shorts were barely decent. 
Jubilee hunched on the stool, crossed her arms and glowered. "He ain't my daddy." 
"Don't want to share your brother then, huh?" the other woman said. "I promise we'll 
treat him well." She was blonde, stacked and wore a tiny leather miniskirt and a 
matching halter top. Jubilee looked her up and down. Nope, not Logan's type at all. 
"He ain't my brother either, so piss off sister." Jubilee clenched her hands, and 
resisted the urge to paf them. 
"Aren't you a little young for him?" the brunette quipped, her eyes on Logan. 
"Aren't you a little old?" Jubilee shot back. 
"Now listen here you little...," the blonde began. 
"Is there anything I can do for you ladies?" asked Logan from behind. 
The women deserted her to fawn over Logan. Didn't matter that he was short and 
hairy.  Jubilee sipped her soda and stared morosely at the trio. But to Logan's 
credit, he sent the two women back to their table with a fresh round of drinks on him. 
Then he and a big biker dude named Butterfly, no doubt named for the tattoo on his 
right biceps, started a game of pool. 
"Forget them," Jubilee grumbled and went to the jukebox. She didn't like the country 
western music favored by the majority of the bar's patrons. On the jukebox music list, 
she found some outdated rock and roll. Better then nothing, and if she heard _Achy 
Breaky Heart_ one more time she was going to hurl. She loaded the jukebox up with 
quarters and queued up a half dozen songs. 
Jubilee began dancing to an old song from _The Cars_ called _Best Friend's Girl_. 
Soon she found she had a dance partner: the young, good-looking guy Logan had 
defeated at arm wrestling. Perhaps he wasn't a good arm wrestler, but he was a 
skilled dancer, and he was pretty cute. He had a mop of blonde hair, blue eyes and 
a friendly smile. He took her hand and spun her around. It appeared they started a 
trend when a few more couples joined in. 
After a half dozen songs, her partner left for a beer and Jubilee slipped outside into 
the parking lot and sat on the bumper of a parked car. She stared at tire tracks 
pressed into the dirt and she scuffed at them with the toe of her shoe. This evening 
was a disaster. In many ways Logan still treated her like a thirteen-year-old, and she 
had no idea what to do about it, or even if she should do anything. She suddenly 
realized why those two women thought he was her brother; he acted like a big 
brother. 
"Great," Jubilee muttered. She looked up at the sound of footsteps. It was her dance 
partner. "Hi. It was hot in there," she said. 
"It's gonna get hotter out here, babe," the guy replied. "Your brother should keep a 
closer eye on you." 
"What is it with this brother thing? He's not my flamin'... Ack!" 
The guy grasped her upper arm and jerked her to her feet. He tried to wrap his arms 
around her and she pulled out of his embrace. 
"Get your slimy mitts off!" she said, backing away. 
"What's with you? You sure were friendly inside," he slurred. 
"Not interested," she said. "Bug off." 
"Oh and what if I don't? Is your brother is going to beat me up?" he scoffed. "I can 
take on that runt with one hand tied behind my back." 
Jubilee laughed. "Oh yeah, right. Like maybe you and an army of other guys. But I 
don't need him to protect me." 
He grabbed her jacket, pulling her to him, trying to press his mouth against her. His 
breath stunk of whisky. 
"That was a big mistake," she said and gestured. Paf!. A shower of sparks and 
lights flew from her fingers. "You're lucky I didn't charge 'em up." 
"Argh!" The guy released her and pawed at his face. He fell to his knees, his hands 
over his eyes. 
"Serves you right, ya' jerk. And I'll have you know that Wolvie ain't my brother! He's 
my... my... date!" Jubilee and left him writhing in the parking lot dirt and she stalked 
back into the bar, sat down and ordered another 7-Up. By the inquiring glance that 
Logan sent her way, she could tell he noticed her absence. She wanted to stick her 
tongue out at him, but didn't. 
The door flew open, slammed against the wall and shivered on its hinges before 
closing. Logan's gaze jumped from her to the guy, and he slowly laid down the pool 
cue. The biker dude, Butterfly, grinned and also put his pool cue aside. _Oh oh, this 
is going to get ugly,_ Jubilee thought. 
The guy's angry gaze swept the bar and settled on her. Completely unaware that he 
had the undivided attention of one of the most lethal men on earth, the guy walked 
up to her, grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the chair. 
"No chick, especially no skanky mutie, leaves me in the dirt. Come on, honey, you 
and I are going to get to know each other." 
"You didn't learn your lesson, did you...?" she began. 
The guy wasn't listening. He turned and started to pull her along with him, but then 
rebounded abruptly backwards like he'd hit a wall. Not a wall, Jubilee saw, it was 
Logan who stood in his path. To one side, Butterfly stood casually straddle-legged 
with his arms crossed. 
"You're in for in now," she whispered over the guy's shoulder. 
"Shutup!" He gave her arm a tug. 
"Can I do something for you, bub?" Logan inquired around the stogie hanging out of 
the corner of his mouth. 
"You can start by getting out of my way you stunted shrub." 
Logan's right fist jackhammered forward. 
"OOF!" The guy's mouth formed a round "O" and the expression on his face was an 
unintentional mix of comic surprise and sudden pain. He released Jubilee's hand, 
and with his eyes bugging, he doubled over and wrapped an arm around his 
stomach. 
Now with his adversary at eye level, Logan stepped forward with a hard right hook 
on the side of the guy's cheek and jaw. Against adamantium laced knuckles, the 
guy's jaw cracked and he dropped like a stone to  
the floor. 
"Ee-Youchie! You know that's gotta hurt." Jubilee flinched and peered down at the 
moaning guy for a moment. Butterfly just chuckled. 
Chairs scrapped against the floor as the guy's four buddies stood and stalked 
toward Logan with dangerous glints in their hard expressions. One guy pushed the 
long sleeves of his flannel shirt up muscular forearms. Another cracked his knuckles, 
a third smiled unpleasantly. Jubilee noticed that one of his front teeth was missing. 
Logan spun towards them, crouched slightly, his hands clenched. 
Jubilee retreated a safe distance, and the Team Logan cheerleaders came up 
behind. 
"Hey, your brother is pretty good," the brunette said, her gaze frankly admiring. 
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Jubilee replied, not bothering to correct the woman. 
"He's about to super-size an order of whup-ass on these guys." 
"Don't you think he's a little out numbered? Butterfly there can help him, but they're 
going to get stomped," the blonde said. "Shouldn't we do something, like call the 
cops?" 
"Are you joking? That'd ruin Wolvie's fun! If anything, call an ambulance, those guys 
are going to need it," Jubilee said. 
"I think we're out of here," said the brunette. "I don't want to be here when the cops 
show up. I have too many unpaid parking tickets." 
"Suit yourself." Jubilee shrugged. "But you're going to miss the show." 
The two women slunk away and Jubilee ducked behind the bar. She noticed the 
bartender crouched down at the opposite end. In a hushed voice he spoke into a 
cell phone in his hand. She shrugged and peered up. 
"This is my baby brother," one big lumberjack-like guy stated, pointing at the 
coughing, sputtering guy still curled on the floor. He clenched his hands and thick 
cords of muscle knotted up his forearms. "An' I want you to apologize to him, and 
then I'm going to take your face off." 
"My beef ain't with you, bub," Logan replied. 
"It is now..." he big guy never got another word out. He couldn't with Logan's 
adamantium fist stuck in his mouth. Blood flew. It streamed from the guy's cut mouth 
and he reeled back, spitting out broken teeth. 
Butterfly stepped in, taking out a guy to Logan's left. More bikers hanging out near 
the dartboard saw two of their biker brethren in trouble and joined the fray. Jubilee 
ducked a beer bottle sailing over her head. It smashed wetly on the wall behind her 
and showered her with stinky beer. 
"Hey, that wasn't nice!" She extended her hand and paffed the offender who shouted 
and batted at the sparks bouncing around his face like angry fireflies. 
Jubilee spotted Logan in the middle of the fray. A feral half-smirk twisted his lips as 
he stood his ground amidst flailing fists and falling bodies. A few of the other guys 
got punches through, but not many and they didn't slow Logan down. Inflicting pain 
on Logan was akin to kicking a big grizzly bear in the butt: it only pissed him off. 
Nearby, Jubilee overheard a blonde biker dude talking to his old lady. "Let's get out 
of here. That little dude is big trouble. I punched him between the eyes, even had my 
brass knuckles on and he sputtered a moment then got up...." 
Their voices faded away. Jubilee looked back to the fight. Some big jerk holding a 
chair was sneaking up behind Logan. "No you don't!" Jubilee shouted and paffed 
him in the butt. He yelped, snatched at his butt and dropped the chair on his foot. 
"Serves you right!" she said, then saw something come at her from the corner of her 
eye. The last thing she remembered was exploding pain on the side of her head 
before the bar wavered out of focus then everything went black. 
* * * *
Logan kept his claws sheathed, enjoying the fight for the pure fun of it. There were 
few things in life he enjoyed more than a good bar brawl.  Well there was, he 
amended, but that other activity was best done with a female in private.  He ducked 
a clumsy right hook and drove forward with a left to the stomach and an upper cut to 
the chin. The guy fell back into a buddy. Both of them went down. Out of the corner of 
his eyes, he saw someone coming up on his left. He fell to a crouch.  The punch 
meant for his face swung harmlessly overhead. A feint, a hard upward jab in the face 
and the guy was down. 
Then Logan saw a beer bottle strike Jubilee on the side of the head. 
Time to retreat, he figured. He waded through the fight towards where she had gone 
down behind the bar. Someone blocked his way. He wrapped a forearm around the 
unlucky guy's neck and jabbed a hard right fist  
into his face. The guy sagged and Logan tossed him aside. As much as he wanted 
to stay for the fun, Jubilee's well being came first. He vaulted over the bar. 
"It's time to exit this pop stand, darlin'," Logan said to her limp form. He knelt next to 
her, rolled her over and moved aside her hair to inspect the lump on the side of her 
head. Nothing bad, still, there was going to be a bruise along with a few folks back 
at the mansion who weren't going to be happy with him. When were they ever, he 
reminded himself. 
"Just livin' up ta' their expectations." 
Logan picked her up--she hardly weighed anything--and slung her over one 
shoulder. With one arm--it evened up the odds--Logan fought and elbowed through 
the fighting mass, and kicked a few asses on the way out just for good measure. His 
bud, Butterfly, was doing fine along side his gang buddies. 
Once in the quiet parking lot, the fight inside a muffled clamor, Logan felt Jubilee 
stir. 
"Mmmfph," she mumbled then groaned. "Wolvie? Wolvie! Why am I hanging upside 
down? Wait! We're leaving?" She wiggled and he swatted her butt. 
"Settle down, darlin', ya' got a bad head bang there." 
"Wolvie!" she shouted again indignantly. "You...you put me down!" She pummeled 
his back with her fists. "Put me down right now you muscle bound creep!" 
"Whatever you say." He complied, dumping her into the dirt of the parking lot where 
she sprawled on her butt, her goggles hanging around her neck. She glared at him 
from between disarrayed locks of black  
hair. 
"Big oaf!" she shouted. Logan figured that if she were a little cat she'd be spitting. 
She got up, stood chest to chest with him and poked a finger at him. "You get back 
in there and finish what you started." 
It took all of Logan's considerable willpower not to smile. "The situation was gettin' a 
bit rough, kiddo." 
"Rough?" She glared at him. "When did that ever stop you? I've been bored out of 
my mind all evening, and just when it's getting interesting, we leave!" 
Logan stared at her for a startled moment then burst out laughing. "You're scarin' me 
darlin 'cause you're starting to sound like me. What would I tell the rest o' the gang if 
they had to bail us both outa jail for brawlin'? I'd never hear the end o' it from 'Ro." 
He extended a hand and helped her to her feet. 
They both turned as the door opened and two guys walked out. One had a swollen 
eye, the other a broken bloody nose. 
"You ain't leavin' ya' hairy freak," one of them said and pulled a butterfly knife, 
clicking the blade expertly into place. 
Logan walked towards them, hands clenched at his side. A friendly fistfight was one 
thing, pulling a knife was another. "Yer out numbered bub, leave while ya' still can." 
"Outnumbered?" the other one snickered and spat at the ground. "Outnumbered by 
what? You and your little sister?" 
Logan brought his fists up. 
SNICKT! 
The backlot light gleamed down the length of six adamantium claws. 
"Like I said bub, outnumbered. But if ya' wanna piece o' me, I'd be happy ta' let you 
try and take it." 
The guy holding the knife stared, mesmerized for one bug-eyed moment while his 
mouth worked silently. 
"Damn Bubba, you're on your own, man. I... I put my money on the short hairy guy," 
his companion finally managed and turned to run back into the bar. In a rush, he 
smacked into the door, staggered back, shook his head like a dog, then opened the 
door and disappeared. 
"Uh, yeah," stuttered the guy named Bubba. "Uh, big mistake. No bad feelings, eh?" 
Without waiting for confirmation, he ran into the bar after his friend. 
"They're smarter then they look," Logan muttered and retracted his claws. He found 
Jubilee sitting on the Harley and staring up into the sky, her expression unreadable. 
"What's your flamin' problem?" 
"I don't get this sister thing," she said. 
"Sister? Darlin' I think that head bang may be affectin' yer thinkin'."  Logan straddled 
the Harley and shook his head and Jubilee settled behind him. He had no flamin' 
clue what she was talking about, but then most of the time he didn't. Figuring out 
women was no easy task. He didn't even know if it was possible. At least not in his 
lifetime. 
Logan started up the Harley and Jubilee climbed on back. 
"Well, at least the night isn't a total bummer." 
"Don't know what ya' were expectin' darlin'," Logan said, "but if this is like any other 
night, it ain't over yet."  He felt Jubilee shift behind him. 
"What is that suppose to mean?" 
"Wish I could say, but we'll find out soon enough."  He sniffed the air and stifled a 
growl. 
End of Part 1. 
Continue in Tagging Along With Wolvie, Part 2 "Bug Attack".  Gateway, Cable and a hoard of 
angry cyber-bugs make an unexpected appearance. Where's a can o' raid when you need it!