A/N: There are two more characters introduced here. One will cause the green eyed monster to rear her ugly head again. Anyone want to guess who this character is? XD The other character I de-aged down to fourteen, because I wanted someone a little closer to Elle's age for her to relate to (plus even though I didn't see Apocalypse yet, I know she's in the movie and they waste her just like they wasted her in the original movies).

And for those holding out to see a certain escapee with the "messed up eyes" from the first chapter, have no fear, he will show up soon. I haven't forgotten about him. ;)

I discovered that Logan doesn't like planes.

Once it was decided that I was safe to travel without a stretcher (and by 'decided' I mean 'Logan had enough of arguing with Hank and just picked me up and carried me outside'), we boarded the jet that brought Charles and company to see us.

I laid on a stretcher table in the back, with Logan and Charles sitting beside me. Logan didn't look too good, and that's probably why he snuck that flask in his jacket. Charles explained to me that it would take around three hours to get to New York where his school was located; this jet of theirs was high tech, but they didn't want to attract any undue attention so they were going slow. I don't blame them.

Hank was a really good pilot, he kept the jet smooth throughout the entire flight. Logan was fine until landing, but then again, I don't think even him piloting his own plane would make him like flying. I thought we were going to land at an airstrip, so I was surprised when we disembarked into an underground passageway. The hangar we're in right now is half finished, but it lead to a series of metallic corridors.

"You'll have to excuse the dust, we're still working on expanding this part of the estate," Charles explained as Hank helped him into his wheelchair. "Believe it or not, you're under the basketball court right now."

"You've got some kind of secret operation going on, don't you?" Logan asked, causing Peter to laugh. "Hey, I wasn't asking you, space cadet."

"I wouldn't exactly call it a secret operation, but yes, we do operate partially under the radar," Charles answered. "To the public, the school is known as an institution for gifted youngsters. To mutants like us, we're known as a safe haven. Anyone can come and take refuge here. We don't exactly advertise this facet of the school," he motioned to the facility around us, "but we have the tools and equipment necessary to assist those in danger. Like you and Elle, we rescue those who have been unfairly targeted."

Hank led Logan and I down the corridors into what resembled a medical bay, where a red headed girl was poking around a computer. I don't know why, but I instantly disliked her. Maybe it was her saucy little ponytail, or the way she eyed Logan up and down as we entered the room. Oh no, there'll be none of that.

"Ah, Logan, Elle, I'd like you to meet Jean Grey, one of my senior students," Charles said, as I held possessively onto Logan's neck. "She's just recently taken up a position as school counselor for the younger students, and is our medical provider when Hank is away. Jean, this is Logan and Elle. They'll be staying with us for a while."

"It's nice to meet you both," she said, before focusing on Logan. "You probably don't remember me, though. We met-"

"I know who you are," he interrupted her. "Redhead from Stryker's lab. You a telepath too, then? I don't appreciate people screwing around in my head." He must have been a little annoyed, because I could feel him tensing as he gripped my thighs.

"Of course not," she replied with a smile. Probably fake. "Besides, it's an unwritten rule around here that you don't go into a person's head without their permission. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go help get dinner started. It was nice meeting you again." Jean scurried out of the room, dragging Peter with her. He snickered on his way out, mumbling something about a Scott having competition. Not if I can help it.

Hank and Charles proceeded to explain the plan for the night to us. Hank was not going to let me out of his sight without a thorough medical examination, and no amount of squabbling or threatening would change his mind. In the meantime, Logan was free to either sit and watch, or go up with Charles to explore our new lodging. Logan wasn't about to leave Hank in a room alone with me out of pride, but Hank would be working at a snail's pace with Logan hovering over his every move.

There had to be some kind of compromise here, so I spoke up. "Hey Hank, don't you have a nurse or something that you could call down here? Maybe then Logan could go see Charles about where we're staying."

"I could call Jean..."

Ugh, not her. "Um, didn't she say she had to make dinner or something?"

"Oh, that's right." Dodged a bullet. "Well, there is one other person I could call down. A student owes me a few hours of community service for destroying my herb garden. She's young, but she did show an interest in first aid and has an explosive personality. You'd probably like her."

"She'll do," I said, so Hank got on his intercom. A few moments later, Charles came back in along with a bubblegum chomping teenager.

"Jubilee, spit that out," Hank grumbled, before introducing her. "Elle, Logan, this is Jubilation Lee, or Jubilee for short. Keep an eye on her because she is a literal firecracker."

"I told ya, Dr. Hank, the garden thing was an accident."

"There is no reason for you to be setting off your powers in the greenhouse," he admonished. "Now, Elle was injured by a feral type mutant and you're going to observe as I treat her wounds. Logan here is going back up with Professor Xavier for a little while, but he is very protective of Elle and has asked that you stay down here and keep her company while he is gone. Think you can do that?"

"Do I get a choice?"

"I like this kid," Logan chuckled.

Hank sighed. "Think of it this way, Jubilee. During gynecological exams performed by a male doctor, there is always a female nurse present in the room. You can be my nurse today. Do this, and I'll forget about the garden."

Jubilee nodded, but Logan growled. "Hey bub, you better not be doing any kind of gynecological exam!"

"Logan, just get going," I yelled, once I recovered from some very painful laughter. Jubilee and Hank shoved him out the door (perhaps with a little telepathic help from Charles), and we were finally able to start taking care of my injuries.

"So what happened to ya?" Jubilee asked, as she helped me out of my clothes. I didn't miss the grimace on her face at the number of scars along my torso.

"Mauled by a monster," was the best I could come up with. "Though, I survived because I have the ability to heal over time."

"Her healing factor is not very potent, though," Hank elaborated as he ran a scanner over my mauled knee. "Most of the superficial cuts are closed and gone, and the deeper ones have scabbed over, but this knee isn't healed and her strength hasn't returned. From the research we have on mutant healing factors, they tend to work instantly or at the longest over a few hours. In your case, you have such a slow healing rate, it's almost human."

"I did lose a lot of blood," I reminded him. "Plus, I have a theory..."

Hank's ears perked up. "A theory? Do enlighten me."

"Well, when they used to torture me, I always healed within a few hours," I explained. "The only exception was when that monster, Sabretooth, scratched me. He's the same one who did this. His scratches took longer to heal. I always thought it was because he was rougher. But maybe I'm allergic to him, or something."

"Hmm. Let me see your neck." Hank leaned over me before I had time to protest, and examined the spot where Logan had bit me earlier. "There may be some weight to that theory. Jubilee, get me the mirror on that tray."

Jubilee handed him the mirror, which he angled so I could see the bite mark. He rubbed a little bit of dried blood away, enough for me to see that it was already beginning to fade. "You know, you sniffing around his mating mark is exactly why Logan didn't want to leave the room," I teased, turning Hank's face red.

"Woah, is that a hickey? You mean you're dating that walking pile of muscles?" Jubilee squealed, and bumped Hank out of the way to start asking me all kinds of questions about boys and what it's like to actually be in a relationship.

"Jubilee, please, another time," Hank chided. "Elle, my scan revealed that your tendons and ligaments are thankfully intact. It's possible that the more powerful cells from Logan's foolhardy blood transfusion sped up the tissue repair. All we have to do is wait for the layers of skin to knit back together. Your other knee is fine, I advise keeping it wrapped until morning. Once the skin on this knee repairs itself, you should be ready to begin rehabilitation. If you've regained strength by then, that is."

"Well, I was already starting to sit up this morning," I answered. "I'm sure once my appetite returns I'll be able to keep up."

Hank nodded. "Good. Then I'll get you wrapped up and I'll call for our short-tempered friend to come down and get you."

I probably should have said something about that remark, but I let it go. Instead I looked over and noticed Jubilee rummaging around in my clothes, and heard her scoff. "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah, you can't go back upstairs with no pants. There's teenage boys up there. What's wrong with those men, not bringing you a change bag?" She dug through drawers until she found a pair of scrub pants, and though they were ugly as hell, they would serve their purpose and make me decent.

"Thanks. Can't have strangers ogling me, especially since Logan would want to claw them."

She looked at me in confusion. "Claw?"

"One of his mutations is that he has three long claws in each of his hands."

"Ohh. I figured it was some kind of chick magnet gene." She had to explain what she meant when I started laughing. "How else did he get you? I mean, you look at him and he's the exact opposite of the hot guys in all my magazines, you know?"

"Our relationship is way more complicated than just looks," I explained, "But actually, no, I don't read magazines. I've read romance books, but they're not illustrated."

"Oh, well. Don't take this the wrong way, I don't want a fight or anything," she started. "The magazines say tall, light hair, smooth face and a bare chest are what make up the ideal man. Your guy is as short as you, has black hair, a fuzzy face, and I'm guessing from the hair lining his arms, he's probably Chewbacca in disguise."

The unwilling audience to our conversation, Hank just shook his head. "Puberty has been occurring earlier and earlier in recent years, but even this kind of conversation is a little mature for you, Jubilee. You're fourteen."

"I'm mature for my age, Dr. Hank," she insisted. "Besides, you know very well that fourteen year old boys don't get scolded for thinking about girls. Why should we girls be held to a double standard? At least I'm not acting on my urges."

"Alright, enough. Help dress Elle so we can call for Logan." As soon as Jubilee drew back the privacy curtain, Hank couldn't help but add, "And keep in mind that some women might appreciate a man with a well groomed chest!"

"Ew, Dr. Hank!"