K guys hope this one gives ya a lil bit of a giggle! I know Rhett is dying, but...you know what, no, you read and tell me if I made you laugh. To recap, I do not own the X-Men (I wish) But Rhett and his kin all belong to MEEeeee! I got more reviews this time, but I know more people than that are reading this! Super special cookies to reveiwers. All the rest of you are just lazy! LOL jk.

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"Comin' in fer landin, Hank." Wolverine said into the radio.

Hank waved his hand as the jet settled in the hangar bay. Kitty Pride was waiting beside him with a gurney. Both were scrubbed up and ready for surgery, though Kitty looked decidedly paler than usual Kurt noted.

"Vill you shut it down?"

Wolverine nodded and Kurt ran back to Jean and Rhett. Jean was tiring, and Rhett was pasty white and sweaty. Kurt wrapped his tail around Jean's ankle and put his hands under Rhett. "Deep breath." He said. He waited for Rhett to suck in a breath and teleported them out to Hank, gently laying Rhett down on the gurney. Hank was already checking Rhett over.

"You're going to be all right." He soothed. "Lie still and let us do our jobs. You're going to be alright."

Rhett shook his head. "Don' lie t' me ser." He answered.

Hanks calm façade never once faltered. "I am not lying. That is my honest opinion, and if I have a change of opinion, you are at the top of my list of those to be notified." He answered.

Rhett smiled despite himself. "Ver' well, ser." He gasped as they began moving the gurney. He turned his head to look at Hank. "Thank ye, doc." He murmured. His body shifted to male.

Kitty held a straw sticking out of a can to Jean's lips. "Suck it down Jean. If I understood Hank's ramble right, you're not done yet. We're gonna need all the help we can get!" She shuddered. "Even if the idea of reaching into a living body is totally gross!"

Jean sucked the drink down. "Bleah! Kitty, you have crappy taste."

"Ladies, you can argue caffeinated beverages later." Hank said. "Right now we need to get this boy to surgery."

Wolverine shut down the jet and prepped it again. It was the standard to refuel the jet and see to any other needs the jet had. No matter where they needed to go, no matter when, the jet would be ready to take them there. He was just going to see how the kid was doing when he remembered something. He growled in frustration and turned around. He climbed back up into the jet. Where did I leave it? He thought casting around inside the cockpit.

There. His keen nose picked up the scent of Rhett's brother and sister, and he snagged the stuffed rabbit from under one of the seats. The darn keychain those kids tied t' its neck's gone. He scented again. Where else…? He fished around some more beneath a different seat and smiled in satisfaction.

The hasty bow the children had tied had come loose. The key chain had remained on the string luckily.

Wolverine held the keychain up and looked at it closely. It was an odd mythic creature made out of some pale grey metal. Looks n smells like pewter. The front half of the animal was that of a horse, the back half a spiraling fish tail. Scales covered the tail and crept up the body, fading as they neared the front of the horse.

Wolverine shook his head and tied the keychain around the rabbit's neck again. Hope th' kid lives long enough t' see this. He thought. At least someone gave a crap about him.

He left the jet with the rabbit tucked under his arm and made his way down the winding halls to the medical ward. Kurt was sitting on a couch in the waiting room. He looked up when Wolverine entered and scooted over to allow room for him. Though there were several other seats in the room, Wolverine thumped down onto the newly vacated one.

Kurt looked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "I vish this room had bars that I might hang from." He said. "It calms me to do so."

Wolverine gestured upwards. "S' go upstairs Elfie. We'll keep ya posted."

Kurt shook his head and turned off the image inducer. "I vould, but…" he bared his teeth, revealing long, pointed canines in what could have been a snarl or a quiet, frustrated cry. "Ach!...I vould go crazy! No mein freund…..I can't vait in my room."

Wolverine nodded, understanding. "I hear ya." He said pulling his cowl back off his face and leaning his head back against the wall. "I hear ya…."

Kurt looked up, his mouth open to say something else, when he spied the stuffed rabbit in the crook of Wolverine's arm. He chuckled. "A stuffed rabbit, Logan? I vould not have thought you the type. I vould have thought you to have a volf!"

Logan glared at him, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Watch it, bub…"

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