A/N: Wow. It's been 4 years since I started this story. Hope to god my writing's gotten better XD well, you tell me. I may take a new turn with this… try some new styles. Feel free to give me input—it was your reviews and compliments that got me to return and keep writing. Let's see how it goes, shall we?

"Down!" Kitty squeaked. Storm was turning their way, still keeping her eyes on the computer monitor. Evan and Kitty phased through the floor. They waited underground (still phased) until they assumed she had left. Kitty stuck her head up first to scan the area. "All clear!" she told Evan and began to help him up. He struggled up and looked around. He noticed someone's figure in the last stretcher. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. Creeping around, he and Kitty both felt a stiff hand on their shoulder. Evan jumped and Kitty shrieked.

"They're busy. Don't disturb their work, runts. It's urgent." The two didn't need to turn around. The gruff voice of Logan rang clearly in their ears as they were frozen in place. Busted. "Now why don't you both just head back up the way you came? You know what consequences there can be. Beat it." He picked them up by their collars and gave them a stout push towards the exit. Kitty sulked forwards, but Evan turned back.

"Why we gotta be kept in the dark, man? We're X-men, too, ya know… maybe we could--"

"No."

"—help or something? Or at least let us know what's—"

"No."

"—going on? What's so bad about what's in there anyway?"

"You don't need to know," Logan replied, trying to get Evan back in the direction of the exit. "If the Prof thinks it's necessary, he'll fill you in later. Now BEAT IT."

Kitty pulled at Evan's arm. "Come on, Evan! Before he gives us, like, detention or something!" But Evan wouldn't relent.

"What if it's one of our friends in there?"

"It's not."

"How do you know? I wanna know, man! Tell me, or I'll find out on my own!" Evan pulled a spike out of his wrist and charged at Logan. He wasn't trying to attack him, but maybe deflect him and go through any open space by his sides. Kitty shrieked, pleading him to stop. Without hesitation or blink of an eye, Logan had pulled Evan by his wrist, spun him around, and got him into a headlock with one arm, and the other hand with claws out, gleaming, up to Evan's face.

"Listen, bub, and listen good. This is a bit bigger than one of your 'friends' getting a broken leg or some other 'boo-boo'… a LOT bigger. We have a life on the line in that room, and possibly more with anyone else who's associated with the kid in there, and we don't need to add a noisy kid who's out seekin' the newest drama on campus. Now go back upstairs with Kitty, keep your mind on your concerns, and for the love a' god, KEEP IT DOWN. You're in a goddamn emergency sector. Don't make me get you a stretcher, if you catch my drift." And with that, Logan let him go with a fierce push towards the exit. Kitty rushed to grab Evan's arm and pull him out faster.

"Oh, and Daniels…" Logan shouted as he turned the other way. "I'll see you Thursday, 5:30 am sharp in the Danger Room. You too, Kitty."

"How's the kid doin?" Logan asked, leaning in the doorway of Pietro's emergency room.

"Thankfully, better." Xavier replied. "His condition is still critical, and he's lost a lot of blood, but his bones are realigned and hopefully his superspeed will make them stronger as well as reproduce the lost blood quickly. As for this wound to his back—" he held up an x-ray of Pietro's spinal injury "—only time will tell." He sighed. "He's hooked up to an IV now and we have his pulse thoroughly monitored. He's been having fits in his sleep, possibly seizures due to his spine injury, that do greatly make the rest of his wounds worse. Hence, we've strapped him down. This will also stop him from trying to get up once he comes-to. Let's hope he comes-to clearly and will help us keep him safe."

"Who do ya think did this to 'im, Chuck? Think it coulda been those Agents?"

"I don't know… I doubt that the Agents are capable of something –this- destructive. By the time their gadgets would detect Pietro's mutant signature, the boy could easily be long gone. No, I think this is someone else's work. Possibly the Acolytes. I think it's time I gave an old friend a call." With that, Xavier wheeled himself past Logan and out the doorway.

Logan stood there for a minute more watching Beast tediously monitor Pietro's conditions. The boy's fair skin was a assortment of scabs and bruises of all different colors and sizes, his face hardly tranquil in his drug-and-pain-induced sleep. Despite their clean up, there were still many blotches of red in his hair, now turning burgundy and staining the silky white hair indefinitely. All Logan could think was who the hell did he piss off?

A/N: yeah, just a short little chappy to get me rollin again. Hopefully my writing has improved. I actually have a clear summer for once so, who knows, this might be back in motion soon. We'll see. Input helps. Thanks for reading