Logan's POV:
Magneto's mutants were defeated. Douglas was the only one still standing, until Sam tossed him against the wall.
"Sam, let's go." Cyclops said. "Magneto's gone."
Sam nodded, and she turned to me.
As we retraced our path back out from the passageways, Sam bit her lip, and pulled me close to her.
"Sam?" I looked at her, my arm around her waist.
"He's gone to Magneto." She choked out. "He's evil."
I pressed my lips against her head, brushing against her silky hair. "He's not evil. He's doing what he thinks is right. Even though he's wrong."
We went back to the Blackbird, and flew back to the school.
That night, I lay in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't fall asleep. Sam? I thought quietly.
There was no response.
I sighed. Well, at least one of us could sleep. I got up out of bed, and walked over to the window. Outside, I could see a girl with brown hair sitting on a bench in the courtyard, her head in her hands.
I frowned. Was she hurt? She didn't look injured, and I didn't smell blood. No, she just seemed… sad.
I looked closer, and was shocked to see a streak of blonde hair, almost hidden by her hands. It was Rogue!
But why was she crying?
I stood there for a moment longer before turning away. There was nothing I could do.
I lay back down in bed, and closed my eyes.