AN: Huh, who'da thought that getting ready for school would take up so much time? Sorry to my patient and loyal readers. Another chapter for you, yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own the x-men, they belong to Marvel comics, blah blah blah…
Sitting in the Blackbird was not the most comfortable occurrence for Rogue. Generally, every experience she had in the aircraft was bad, as in scarring. She really did not like planes. Letting out a shaky breath, she vainly tried to calm herself down. Staring intently at the floor, she did not notice the man beside her reach out his gloved hand to brush her unique striped hair behind her ear until it was done. Turning to her right, she looked at her companion.
" It's alright, darlin', you're doin' just fine."
Giving Logan a tremulous smile, she turned her eyes to the floor again and started to count under her breath.
Leaning back in his seat, Logan took the girls hand in his own, squeezing it in assurance. He really didn't blame her. Her experiences with the Blackbird were not pleasant, to say the least.
Settling his gaze ahead of him, the wild man wondered how long the trip was going to take. He was already starting to lose feeling in the hand the southern girl was squeezing.
He had been quite surprised at how easy it had been to convince Charles to let Rogue leave. It wasn't something he normally had to think of, as he was used to just picking up and leaving.
He had to admit Rogue was one hell of a fast thinker. She had come up with some good points in favour of her going on this trip. A smile came to his face as he remembered how Charles had let himself be played by a teenaged girl. He had seen the same wide eyed innocent act from her before, usually when she was trying to get out of something, like a homework assignment from Scooter. It usually worked, even with the almighty leader of the X-men. What he didn't understand was how she was able to talk them into chartering the three "Children of Troy" to Greece. Given, flying would have been a bit of a hassle anyway, with his metal skeleton and all, but still… Giving a mental shrug, Logan settled into his seat and continued to tend to the stressed girl beside him.
In the seat across from them, sat Emina. She had been surprisingly quite from the time she exited the infirmary, only opening her mouth to refuse to let the X-men into her home in Turkey. They had compromised with her and were allowed to fly the threesome to Greece, where they would then board a cruise ship to Turkey. Staring straight ahead, the woman sat rigid on the edge of her seat. In her right hand was an amulet she rubbed between her fingers while her left hand held onto the hilt of the katana that she held across her lap. Her lips moved silently, seeming to form a silent prayer. She hadn't moved since she had taken her seat, not even to acknowledge the others. She just sat looking at the back of the chair in front of her. No one knew the reason for her edgy behaviour, but it seemed to lessen the closer they got to their destination.
The trip was made in relative silence, adding even more tension to the plane.
The only saving grace was the speed of the Blackbird. Quickly, they made their way across the Atlantic ocean, passing over miles and miles of pristine blue-green water. They flew over France and Germany, Italy and across the Ionian Sea. Fast and nimble, they flew undetected.
Then, Scott turned to look at his passengers.
" We're here."
Never had Rogue been more happy to hear those two words. Those lovely words. Those lovely , divine, beautiful words meant that she would be getting off the plane soon, as in touching solid ground, as in out of this metal death trap.
Heaving a sigh of relief, she got ready for the landing.