highlander_ii

"You know, this works out much better when you don't crash the jet," Bobby grumbled and tugged the blanket tighter around his shoulders.

Logan glared at him. "I didn't crash the jet."

"No?" Bobby asked. "Then what is that heap of metal we left in the trees back there?"

"The results of a goddamned blizzard."

"You keep telling yourself that, Logan. But, how are we getting back home?" Bobby was near freezing. He'd dressed for the cold, but not for hiking through a snowstorm.

Logan snarled and hacked through some brush with his claws. "Can we get to the cabin and get warm first? Then we can think about going home."

"Wait," he jogged to catch up a little. "There's a cabin? You didn't tell me about a cabin."

"Did you think I was taking you to Disney Land?"

"No, but you never tell me where we're going."

Logan grunted. "C'mon, kid." And he kept pushing through the brush, like he knew where he was going.

Clearly he did know. The trees opened up to a quaint little cabin that looked warm an inviting through the swirling snowflakes. "You're kidding. Was this the plan all along?"

"No. This is the back-up. But we can keep walking if you object."

"No, no. This is good. I can't feel my feet."

Logan frowned at him. "Aren't you Iceman?"

"Shut up and get me inside before I freeze your claws."