Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but school is really crazy right. I have decided to leave the rebellion nameless, as I haven't gotten even one suggestion. This chapter, as you probably guessed is where Nightcrawler enters the story. Be excited peoples! On a not so exciting note, I would like to take this chance to complain about my lack of reviews. I have gotten 2 at the most reviews, and zero for some others. Lets try and aim for three, okay? Three reviews, or no chapter!

Thanks to an anon. reviewer by the name of 'me' and justanotherfanatic for reviewing. Justanotherfanatic, I don't really know why there aren't any new mutants, I just know that they're not there. When I first thought up the story, I made it sot that the scientist that did the experimenting on Wolverine found a way to stop them being born. Then I realized that was stupid and unbelievable, so I hoped nobody would ask instead.

3 REVIEWS OR NO CHAPTER EIGHT!

There was a knock on the door. "Miss. Summer?" called Ryan, "It's time to go."

"Thanks." groaned Grey, "I'll be there in a few minutes outside the base, okay?"

"I'll ready the trucks." said Ryan, and then Grey heard his foot steps fading away down the hall. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. It had been next to impossible to sleep last night. She'd kept on waking up from nightmare that she couldn't remember. She had a pretty good guess on what they'd been about, though. Grey shuttered at the thought of having to possibly see the man who had done all this to her and her friends. On top of that, Cyclops might be there. Every time she saw him, it took all her self-control not to bring him back to the resistance with them. That would be suicidal.

She stood up and made one of her stress balls fly off a shelf and hit her hard in the cheek. She winced at the pain, but at least she was awake now. There was no way she could risk being drowsy during a fight. The ball slowly floated back to the shelf, and the latch on the window undid itself. The window sprung open, and Grey floated through it. Hovering in mid air, she watched the latches replace themselves before flying away down to meet the rest of the resistance.

"Okay, boys!" she announced, still several feet off the ground, "Let's get this show on the road!" The soldiers piled into the trucks, and Grey took her place on the roof of the leading one. The trucks sped off, and she held on tightly with a look of intense determination on her face and her bright hair blowing behind her like a flag.

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About an hour later, the resistance was standing behind Grey Summer in a battle formation outside a three story warehouse building. They weren't doing much, though- Just standing there in the rain, getting slowly more drenched. Grey was standing there with her eyes closed. She could sense something unusual in the building. Whatever it was, it was sleeping. It seemed helplessly innocent and frightened. Yet brave and determined at the same time. Like a child, but different. Above all, there was a sense of desperation. She knew she'd felt something like this before- a long time ago. Still, she could just not pinpoint exactly what it was.

Behind her, the soldiers were getting restless. The one nearest to her right unzipped his pocket and pulled out a snack bar. Suddenly, she felt the need to help whatever was inside there. But she couldn't risk it. She needed to figure out what she was up against. But of course, her feelings had to over rule common sense once again. She decided that she was going to check it out, all safety rules cast aside.

Grey turned to face her troops to tell them to wait for her, when the soldier with the snack bar opened the wrapper. After that, everything happened extremely fast. There was a jolt in the back of her mind as she felt the sleeping something in the warehouse behind her awaken. There was a flash of light shining brightly against the dark world. There was a midnight coloured stick-like figure clinging to the leg of the soldier with the food. In the blink of an eye, every soldier had they're gun cocked and aimed right for the creature.

"NO!" shrieked Grey, sounding very out of character.

She quickly regained her composure and continued more calmly, "Guns down, men. Mike, give him the bar."

There was a chorus of clicks as safety locks were reinstated on over 100 guns. When every weapon was safely stored on the belts of every soldier, Mike was still frozen on the spot.

"Mike, give him the bar." repeated Grey. Mike just stood there looking terrified. The creature whimpered pitifully.

Grey sighed and made the snack bar float out of his hand and into her own. She crouched down, and the small figure detached itself from Mike's leg. It looked at Grey with sad golden eyes.

"Kurt?" asked Grey softly. The creature's elf-like ears twitched in recognition of the name. "Kurt." she continued, completely removing the wrapper off of the bar, "You can have this." She held it out towards him on a flat hand.

Kurt hobbled forwards on all fours. He gingerly lifted one three fingered hand and took the bar, quickly stuffing it past a set of fangs, which stood out dramatically against his midnight blue skin. Grey noticed that he had patches of fur missing, and his entire body was even more skin and bone than when he had been getting fed regularly back at the institute. He appeared a grotesque, deformed monster. Grey could tell that he was just one step away from death. No wonder the troops had been so afraid when they saw him.

"You come with me, alright?" whispered Grey, "We'll get you some more food back at the base."

Kurt made a pathetic sound and attached himself to her leg. She took that as a yes.

She stood up carefully, making sure not to hurt Kurt when he was in such a venerable state. "Into the trucks boys!" she instructed, "I'll need a space inside this time."

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On the way back to the base, Kurt had fallen asleep again in Grey's lap. When they arrived, she floated Kurt out of the truck and using her telekinesis, unlocked and opened the heavy non-magnetic doors to the base. Once securely inside with the entire resistance gathered around the small cot where the frail figure of Nightcrawler lay, Grey ordered a dozen members to bring the contents of the kitchen to the bed side. "Oh, and lots of doughnuts!" she called as they were about to leave the room. Kurt stirred at the word, but remained asleep.

When the food arrived, and Kurt snapped awake, Grey ordered everyone out. There were tears in her eyes, she was so happy. This was the first thing that had happened in five years that had given her hope. If Kurt was alive, then maybe some of the others were too. What if Kurt even knew where some of the others were? Of course she wouldn't interrogate him until he had reached full health. Right now he didn't seem to be talking at all. He may have seemed to be acting different at the moment, but Grey could tell that in his mind, he was still the same old goofy Kurt she knew.