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Yellow Xterras Are Not Meant for Secret Meetings by Kihin Ranno

The night wasn't so dark in California. It was too lit up by neon lights and crackling energy. But on the wrong side of the tracks in Neptune, all light seemed to be swallowed up by overwhelming blackness, sucking the life from all its inhabitants. It was in that sort of night that the headlights of a lone motorcycle drove up into a dismally empty parking lot. There were two passengers, and the driver seemed to be highly amused by how utterly uncomfortable his passenger was wrapping his arms around his waist.

Before the bike came to a complete stop, Logan pulled off his helmet and practically jumped off the motorcycle, banging his ankle on the seat in his haste. He swore loudly, biting his lip too late to stifle himself. He gestured theatrically to make up for his silence.

"Smooth," Weevil complimented dryly.

Logan gave his trademark smirk that somehow managed to be a glare at the same time. "Always, Weevs." Logan looked back down at the motorcycle in disgust. He had never been on a poor man's bike before, and he was certain he was going to have shower three times to wash the stench of poverty off him. "I still don't see why we couldn't take the Xterra."

Weevil dismounted, looking at Logan in angry disbelief. "Echolls, I know they didn't kick you in the head that hard on the bridge. Are you asking me why we couldn't take a bright yellow Xterra to a secret meeting?"

"You clearly underestimate my ability to go on deadly clandestine missions in the bowels of hell."

Weevil glared. "You know, I don't live that far from here."

"I know," Logan grinned, walking away from the bike. He was trying his best to swagger when he couldn't put weight on his left ankle, but it wasn't going over too well. "So where is your mysterious boyfriend?"

Weevil marched after him, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his fist from curling up. "Tell me again why I keep you around?"

"Well, I keep you around to make me look pretty by comparison," Logan said. "Not that I need the help mind you, but sometimes the ladies need a reminder."

Weevil smiled, the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Like Veronica?"

Logan's face darkened. He was about to say something, when another motorcycle came roaring up behind them. The two men turned to see a rather haggard looking older man dismounting the bike. Logan raised an eyebrow. He moved with the practiced grace of someone who had been privileged, but he hardly looked the part now. He also couldn't help but wonder where Weevil had met someone like this.

"Sirius," Weevil said by way of greeting, striding forward and holding out his arms. The pair did the customary male hug/punch. Weevil turned back to Logan, who was hanging back, uncomfortable but trying to look comfortable and nor faring well. "Sirius Black, this is... my associate, Logan Echolls."

Sirius smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Associate?" Logan was surprised to hear he had a British accent, but he was more annoyed at the implication to dwell on this.

Weevil's smile vanished off his face. "Not like you and that Remus guy are associates."

"Uh-huh." Sirius didn't sound convinced. He looked back up at Logan, dark eyes twinkling in the motorcycle light. "So, I hear that you've been falsely accused of murder?"

"Yeah. I have that kind of luck," Logan responded dryly. "Weevil tells me you have experience with resolving these matters."

Sirius laughed, smiling to himself. "You could say that."

Logan sighed, clapping his hands together. "Well, if we're done with this lovely game of chit chat, I would really love to get down to discussing how we're going to get Weevil's gang off my ass?"

"From the looks of you, I wouldn't think you'd mind," Sirius observed walking back to his bike.

Logan began to walk forward to do precisely what the PCHers thought he'd done to Felix, but Weevil stopped him, grabbing him across the chest. "You really don't want to mess with him, Logan."

"Oh yeah?" Logan growled, taking Weevil’s hands off him. "What's he going to do? Turn me into a toad and run me over with his bike?"

Weevil wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that.

"I think it's best if we change location," Sirius observed. "I caught sight of your gang making their way over here on the way."

Weevil seemed surprised by this news, but nodded. "You lead the way." He gave Logan a look, prompting Logan to throw up his hands as if surrendering himself.

Logan sighed, sure that he was never going to recover from this night. "I'd so rather be in jail right now."

"Just get on the bike," Weevil instructed, throwing the helmet at Logan.

He caught it, barely, and added, "And next time, we're taking the God damn Xterra."

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