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Certh, my word doc doesn't catch the accents very well LOL thanks for catching that, I knew it didn't look right. And the clairvoyance thing, it has latin roots, so instead of going long winded she went right to the source. Thanks for catching it though!

And yes... I am Very evil, Magneto would love to recruit my evil mind to the Brotherhood LMAO! My husband is kinda giving me input. As long as Jean is still alive, logan won't give himself fully to anyone else, it's the way he is, so i'm trying to be as true to the characters as possible :D it's difficult having wolverine in your mind, takes you to some dark places.

Enough of my long winded explanations and such, let me give you what you all came for, the next chapter shall I?

Chapter 11: Warzone

Cassandra

Danger Room

Cassandra wasn't entirely sure that Logan's idea would be the best idea, but he was determined. She stood before him, surrounded by Storm, Cyclops, Rogue, Iceman, Shadowcat, Colossus, Gambit, Night Crawler, and Beast in a simulation-less room, Logan stood closer to her then the rest, his eyes boring into hers. She was terrified, but his determination won out, especially when Charles felt it was the best idea to have her ready for the upcoming battle, which her visions wouldn't give her an exact time frame when it would happen.

"Go ahead, Cass." Logan spoke softly to her nodding slowly.

She shook her head. "I can't."

He nodded, "Yes you can. You're not going to hurt me. Let it go."

Gambit smirked, and spoke up from behind her. "Maybe she needs some persuasion?"

"It might direct at you, I can't."

"Ahh, petite, You worry too much, and who's to say ah wouldn't like it?"

Irritation coursed through her, the pressure started to build. She shook her head, trying to push it back down. "Stop it, Gambit."

"Ah much rather think Gambit would like it, mon cheri. Ah would like it a great deal."

Her hands flew to her head, holding onto herself. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate as the irritation and pressure grew. "Stop it! Please!"

"I don't think she can do it." A Russian accent came to her ears then. "This is wasting our time."

It pushed her over the edge, she couldn't hold anything back and she exploded. She could hear Logan's voice commanding her to look at him, she opened her eyes and saw the electricity moving between them, his hand was on her shoulder, conducting the electricity out of her and into the floor, he was wincing, but only slightly.

"Concentrate on me, Cass." Logan was saying to her. "It won't hurt me." He was standing, pulling her to her feet, his hand moved down her arm to her hand, slowly his claws began to descend, and the electricity jumped right to the metal and he backed up, his hand leaving hers, the electricity started to arc wildly and she panicked.

"Logan!" Her voice pleaded with him.

"I know you don't want to hurt anyone, concentrate on me. You can do it." He nodded to her, giving her his trust.

She forced herself to focus as the pressure started to lessen, and closed her eyes, she could feel the electricity around her, she focused harder pulled it into her, she felt it running through her, and she pushed it down, through her arms, into her hands. She barely registered the gasps around her as she slowly opened her eyes. There were balls of electric energy in her hands. They swirled around and inside themselves, as she stared, she concentrated on shapes in her mind, and every shape she envisioned, the electricity took it.

"Wow..." the word took her focus away, and as she turned, the electricity left her hand, and arced outward into Logan, who grunted as he staggered back.

Logan grinned at Cyclops and Storm. "I told you it would work. She is too protective of everyone. It forced her to focus, to learn."

Cassandra spun, and confronted Gambit and Colossus, "Don't ever tell me what I can't do again."

Colossus merely smiled at her. "You must be irritated to access the ability. We were told to frustrate and irritate you if you could not access it on command."

She spun again, and stared down Logan. "You put them in danger?!"

"I knew you wouldn't really hurt them. You are too fiercely protective over everyone you come across." He smiled, shrugging slightly as if it wasn't important.

Rogue smiled at her then. "And I was here to make sure you didn't lose control. Just in case."

Cassandra's eyes widened. "what... you were gonna..." Her eyes flew to Rogue's bare hand.

The girl nodded. "Yup, wouldn't have had a choice, it would have been for only a few moments. Ah wouldn't have killed ya.' But you wouldn't have lost control."

Her eyes moved around the group, and she realized all of them had the silent faith in her. "You all believe that?"

Logan moved into her sight then. "Again. Channel that irritation, your frustration into attacking. Focus on me."

It took her three more times before she was able to focus any irritation into a tangible explosion. It radiated outward from her body before collapsing back in and out through her hands into bolts that shot into Logan, throwing him back between Night Crawler and Beast.

"Impressive, Cassandra." Beast complimented with a grin.

"Do it again." Logan said as he came back up to her smirking. Something in the tone of his voice made her believe that this wasn't merely a training 'experiment' for her. His voice was gruff, extremely alluring to her.

It also gave her enough irritation over the fact that he kept making her feel like he wanted her, then running away, instantly she focused on the emotion, and pushed it from her mind, down her arms into her hands, it shot out of her palms and into Logan's outstretched claws. He grunted from the initial burn of the hit, then gasped as it continued to move through him, and he stepped closer to her, an almost primal, feral... aroused look in his eyes. Even more irritation, more pressure built up in her, and more electricity channeled out of her moving out through her skin, creating an electric field around her as she moved closer to him.

"Now pull it back." He growled out.

She swallowed, and focused hard on burying her emotions, the power that was pushed out from her body. He groaned softly as he waited for her to find the control, it took long agonizing minutes and she saw Colossus and Rogue starting to move toward her. Logan's hand came up, stopping them. "No. let her do it, she can find it."

She whimpered softly as she continually grew irritated over not being able to find the control, trying to tuck that exact emotion deep within her at the same time, it wasn't productive. "I can't... Logan, let Rogue..."

"NO!" He growled out. "You can do it. Calm yourself down, Cassandra, trust me, you are not hurting me. If Rogue touches you, she will get hurt. You don't want to harm them, trust me, Cassandra." He moved closer to her, only a matter of inches before he stopped, and he continued speaking in a whisper. "You can do it, sweetheart." Then, he winked. She felt his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs moving slowly, calmingly over her tank top.

Damn him, but it worked like a charm. She buried the emotions down inside of her, her electricity pulled back.

He grinned back at her. "Do it again."

Storm rose an eyebrow. "Should we leave you two alone?"

"I can't again, Logan." She said, the stress her mind had taken trying to practice, she could tell if she did it anymore, she would pass out.

Logan nodded down at her, then smirked over his shoulder at Storm. "Let's run a simulation. All of us in here."

Storm smiled back then rose an eyebrow. "Survival level six. Run program."

The room changed, a forest suddenly grew around them, gun fire sounded in the distance, and she turned in the direction. "The purpose here?"

Logan growled low in her ear, his breath moving onto her cheek. "Put the intruders on defense. Everyone for themselves. But stick near me."

He took her hand, and moved toward the sound. It took a half hour to run the program, and by the end of it, she, Shadowcat, Night Crawler, and Iceman lay on the floor panting. That was when Charles came into the room, staring intently at Storm, Cyclops and Logan.

"Suit up." Cyclops spoke quietly. "Magneto's making his move."

Logan was suddenly distant from her. He quickly moved to the locker rooms, changing while Storm took her arm. "Come on, sweetie, it's time you got your own." She led Cassandra into the woman's locker room, and gestured to a box on one of the benches.

When Cassandra was suited up, black leather encompassed her body, cut with light blue and white trim. She moved to stare at herself in front of the mirror, her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, the leather hugged her body, making her chest seem larger then it was, though she accepted the small change. It squeezed her waist line, though the material was still pliable enough to allow her movement. She turned and looked at her butt in the mirror, it didn't look bad. Her eyes moved to the doorway reflected in the mirror before looking straight on at Logan staring at her, in his own uniform, body hugging black leather trimmed in yellow. "What?"

He grinned, and moved into the room, and pulled the door shut behind him, still keeping a good distance away from her. "It looks good on you. It fits."

"Of course it fits, it was made for me." She grinned, teasing him.

He smirked, and sighed as he moved away from the door, faintly she heard the soft click of the lock clicking into place. "You know exactly what I mean, Cass." His eyes bore into hers, desire, regret, irritation, pain, anger, it was all there. She wasn't sure what they were directed at, especially since they both knew that they would be seeing Jean when they arrived at their destination. "You belong here."

Her eyebrow rose. 'here'? Where 'here'? The possibilities of what he could possibly mean raced through her head, but when she scanned the possible future of choices, she couldn't see him speaking. He just stood there. It was irritating. "Be more specific."

He shook his head. "I can't."

"I need you to be more specific." Damn her voice. Damn it all to hell, she was begging him, she hated, absolutely hated that he was making her beg.

He sighed, and moved closer, and just to give him a bit of the irritation she was feeling she backed away from him. He kept coming however until her back hit the wall. She didn't drop, there were no visions, no memories, only him, him and his intoxicating presence. His hand came up and cupped her cheek, his thumb moving softly against her skin.

He inhaled deeply, and his eyes closed as a smile formed on his lips before he leaned down, resting his forehead to hers. "Do you really need to ask?"

She wanted to scream, to cry, to laugh, but nothing came out, she only nodded, her nose bumping his slightly as she did so.

"Sweetheart, you don't see people as well as you say you do then." His eyes searched hers for a long moment before his drifted shut, and she felt his lips brush against hers lightly. She couldn't help allowing her eyes to go shut as well, as she tilted her head back and leaned up against him. Both of their breaths hitched, they both stopped breathing for a long moment as the tender kiss sent shock waves through the both of them.

And then all reason, knowledge, duty, gravity, abilities, war, everything, just simply everything went out the window, forgotten, unimportant as the world shrank around them. Holding them together, it was stronger then anything she had felt before, stronger then his arms that were pulling her to him, his fingers wound into her hair, pressing against her scalp as his lips suddenly crashed onto hers, and his tongue darted into her mouth, completely stealing her ability to breathe. He was all that mattered.

Her arms moved around his neck, her fingers tangled into his hair, her nails raked against his scalp in return for the gentleness he was exerting on her in the embrace. Against her own will, she felt her body arcing up against him, molding itself against him, his hand was blazing hot as it moved down her back to lift her once again against him, a primal growl escaping his lips as he felt her legs wrapping around his waist, and the passion moving through them seemed to ignite the candle flame that had burned into a blazing inferno that would take a miracle to break through.

She felt his hand moving against her through the leather, and she couldn't resist moving herself against him, creating what little friction she could through the uniform, moaning loudly when she couldn't seem to attain the pleasure she wanted to get.

She broke the kiss only momentarily to reposition her lips, whispering his name on a longing moan when he broke fully from her. "No.... no damn it don't."

"Use it, we'll finish when this bullshit is finished." he growled against her lips as he pressed back into it, and she wrapped herself tighter around him shaking her head, rebuking his statement as best as she could, moaning with desire as he pulled away once more. "Cass, honey, I promise. Use the frustration against Magneto."

His eyes were filled with regret and longing as he lowered her feet back to the floor keeping his hands on her waist to help steady her. "You still didn't answer...."

He chuckled. "The kiss spoke volumes, sweetheart. But if you really need to hear it.... with me. You belong with me. You always will." He pulled away from her and returned to the door again unlocking it.

"Logan?" He stopped and turned to her, waiting for her to speak again. She couldn't explain why she hesitated, but she had to tell him, he had to go in prepared for what was about to happen. "You're going to have to kill Jean."

He was taken back, but he steeled himself and nodded. "You've seen it." He didn't ask, and she really didn't need to give him the nod she did to confirm it, but she did anyway. "Thank you for warning me." His voice was soft, it was true gratitude.

"Logan, I know I'm not like her, but I do care about you. I want to make you happy, I come with baggage, and you know that, I..." She stopped as he was suddenly before her, placing a finger over her lips.

"Stop, sweetheart. You aren't anything like her. It's true. But that's why I return your feelings. She made her decision, and now I've made mine. You are mine, Cass. You belong with me. If she somehow survives, it won't change that." His blue eyes bore into hers, conveying every word he spoke straight into her soul. She had no choice but to believe everything he said. Especially when he pulled her to him, and crushed his lips onto hers for a long moment before he abruptly pulled back, and tugged on her hand. "Let's go."

Logan

Blackbird

He had to pull her all the way to the jet, and to be honest, he was terrified of having to kill Jean to come out of it with everyone unscathed, but he would, especially if it meant being able to continue those kisses he had shared with her the night before and only moments before. He couldn't resist himself, and despite the fact that no, Cassandra was not Jean, not even close to her, everything about her pulled him in. He was done ignoring it, he was letting the animal in him come out, and claim what he wanted. It was just a pain in the ass that he had to go fight in another war before completely making her his.

Half way across the states, he stared at her as she sent her sight ahead, checking for any impossible outcomes they may have to accept. He felt that Jean's fate was unacceptable, but he wasn't going to deny that anything Cass saw was anything but the truth. She had no reason to lie to him. If it was what she saw, it was what would happen, and he would do it.

Finally the glow from her eyes subsided, and Storm spoke up from the pilot's chair. "So?"

"Magneto has friends, lots and lots of friends." She said, a slight hint of fear in her voice. He still didn't take his eyes off of her when he heard Cyclops groan beside Storm. "We have more though."

He frowned, something about it didn't seem to fit with her previous comment, but Iceman beat him to speaking.

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "We have more people now then if Charles never came to me."

"What do you mean?" Beast asked from the seat across from him as he spun the chair around.

"If the Professor never came for me... it'd only be you, Logan, Storm, Kitty, Piotr, and Bobby. So you see... we have more." It made sense to him, perfect sense. She had talked Cyclops out of going to Alkalai Lake by himself, he must have been doomed to die there if he went alone. Which could have taken a lot of players out of the battle.

"Where was I?" Rogue asked, leaning forward in her own seat.

"You took the cure." She said simply, looking back at the girl, a saddened look in her eyes. Then her gaze moved back to Cyclops. "He died." To Night Crawler, "You left, not wanting to engage in the fight against Jean. Gambit..." She turned to look back at him. "You felt no desire to come back after hearing about Scott dying, and then... there's me. We have five more people then you wouldn't have if it...." She trailed off, then suddenly because very interested in her nails.

He however wasn't going to let her get off the hook that easily. Logan grinned back at her as he spoke up. "If it weren't for you. The odds would have been drastically against us." His smile widened as he saw a blush creep onto her cheeks. But she nodded regardless. "Cass..." He waited to speak again until she looked up at him. "Remember what I told you." He had meant every word, she was his. He wanted to remind her of it before moving into the battle. Thankfully she did remember, and she smiled back at him in response.

"Everyone, get ready, it looks like the battle has begun without us." Storm's voice snapped him back to the task at hand. He straightened in his seat, and his eyes widened in horror as he saw the Golden Gate Bridge uprooted, and unceremoniously moved to allow transportation to what used to be Alcatraz island.

He swallowed roughly, and took a deep breath, this battle was going to take a lot of will power, and as he exited the jet, and saw Beast helping Cass onto his back, he hoped to God that the moments of training in the Danger Room had prepared her if only a little bit for what was going to happen.

The soldiers below them seemed startled that more mutants were coming into the battle, but as they positioned themselves between the soldiers and Magneto's mob; there honestly wasn't any better way to describe what stood waiting behind him, they visibly relaxed. As the eleven of them formed a line five on one side of him, five on the other, he suddenly got a rush of confidence. He had always been second guessed, this time, it was going to work to his.... no... their advantage.

"Hold this line!" He yelled out to the team. Both he and Scott were focused then on one person. The woman clothed in red with the fiery wings sprouted from her back. Jean.... no, no damn it, that wasn't Jean, the Phoenix. The thing that had taken over her and destroyed everything that she was. "Prophet?!" He felt her gaze move to him. "Locker room." He smirked as he could already see the lights above them swell in brightness. If he had to he would keep shouting things to her throughout this battle to keep her focus. "Focus, concentrate, you can do this!"

His gaze was firmly locked on Magneto then, and he allowed himself a satisfied smirk over the look of confusion in his eyes. The older man stood with Jean and Pyro, and... no... the woman he killed below the dam... she was there on Pyro's right, and she was staking her claim already, she wanted him. He wouldn't make the mistake again to allow her to have the upper hand, or second guess her.

There seemed to be an unspoken command, and mutants poured over the wreckage that was the end of the bridge and attacked.

X-men

Ground Zero

Each and every one of them threw themselves into the battle without hesitation. Charles had instilled every ounce of his beliefs of protecting the human race, and it showed with every movement and decision they made as they fought against their attackers.

Cassandra seemed to hang back, using her black belt moves on mutants that dared get too close to her, a fraction of a second before they actually reached her. She was biding her time, waiting to use the best of her abilities to her advantage.

Scott hated more then anything that Jean stood beside Magneto, and he knew right then he couldn't and definitely shouldn't do anything about it. He fought and fought hard with the soldiers protecting the labs, and waited, he knew he would get his chance with Jean, he only hoped it wouldn't cost him his life in the process.

Each did their part in the fight, until the higher level mutants started adding their strengths to the battle, then it was time to combine. Cars from the bridge flew into the air, exploding as Pyro ignited them. Scott, Storm and Gambit aided each other in using their abilities to keep them from doing much damage.

Cassandra barely moved from her spot in the line even though the others were then spread in no such order through what had become the battle field. They all saw her as a minimal threat, it only added to the irritation, and pressure building inside of her. Logan wanted her to focus, she was focusing. Intently so on the woman who seemed to stake her claim on Logan since seeing him forming the line with them. She did not move from her spot until both Pyro and Deathstrike moved from their position next to Magneto. Cassandra kept her sights on the woman, not paying attention to what would become the fire and ice battle, she was going to stop the woman from taking out their only hope of getting out of the battle alive.

Logan had lost himself in the battle taking out any mutant that dared to get in his way, until he felt the power surge behind him. As he grossly disfigured the mutant that braved taking him on, he turned in time to see a bolt of electricity erupt from Cassandra's palm and slam into the Asian woman. He couldn't help the pride that radiated from him as he saw his girl stalking down the woman that was like him. She never let up on the electricity as she backed the woman up. Magneto seemed shocked when he saw Cassandra displaying her power, and once more, the pride that grew in him for his girl made him all that more eager to end the battle and get her back to his room, his bed, and get all that damn leather off of the both of them.

He turned, and the pride grew even more as he saw Iceman over power Pyro. He allowed a nod and the acknowledgement that he had done right. The battle was turning in their favor, and as he turned back to help Cassandra take out Deathstrike... again.... he heard screams. Another pivot of his body and he saw soldiers exploding into nothingness. He ducked as items started levitating into the air, and dove behind a car beside Storm. Scott and Beast weren't far behind, as all of them caught sight of three needles caught in a gun clip. The Cure. The unspoken plan formed quickly in their minds, and he had to wonder if somehow Cassandra hadn't planted the thought in their minds, as everything fell into place for them.

Colossus was there, and gave him a toss to Magneto, the distraction worked perfectly as the mutant stopped him in the air, and sent him crashing to the ground. Then Beast slammed the cure into Magneto, but something was wrong... there were still three needles, no no no no no... that wasn't supposed to be part of the plan! One was supposed to be for JEAN! She was the only one left and she was pissed as she descended into the fight, fires erupting around them. He cried out for all of them to get back to the jet, get to safety when he saw Cassandra coming right behind Jean, but not to attack her. She was injured, not badly, but still injured. She was spent, and he could read it clearly on her features.

He was thankful for Kurt as he appeared behind her and took her out of harms way as he approached the Phoenix. Waves of her power tore at him, ripping his flesh and muscles from his chest and shoulders, pain moved through his body but he pushed on, she would kill them all, he knew it, if he allowed her to live. One thing he kept chanting in his mind, this isn't Jean, this isn't Jean...

"You would face me, Wolverine? You would tame me like Charles as tamed you?!" she spoke to him low, throaty, no, it wasn't Jean.

"No, not to tame you." He said. He was briefly aware of screams behind him, but he wouldn't allow himself to take his concentration off of her.

Cassandra watched on in horror as Logan moved up to Jean, his flesh peeling away from his body, his claws piercing through his flesh, ready to give the killing blow. Kurt tugged on her to get into the jet, but she wouldn't budge, she wouldn't allow Logan out of her sight, he slowed, this wasn't part of her vision, what was happening? A new wave of power surged forward from Jean, and knocked him to his knees. "NO! LOGAN NO!" She barely understood herself as she caved into hysterics, her knees gave out as she watched Logan kneeling before the Phoenix. As if he were giving himself over to her. His flesh still peeled away, and her throat was hurting. Strong arms were around her, restricting her from moving, and she gave into those arms, sobbing into them as she watched the entity using Jean's lips to speak, even though she couldn't hear her.

"You would die for them? For her?" Jean asked him.

Logan struggled back to his feet as the power surge ebbed, "Yes, Jean, I would. I found my place. But this... this is all for you. I would have given myself willingly to hell for you."

"Maybe you should have done it sooner." Her lips spread into a malicious grin.

He shook his head. "No, Jean. You made your choice I respect you and Scott too much for that."

"You have to kill me."

He nodded. "I will always love you, Jean. Know that."

The creature before him laughed, laughed in his face as he punched out his claws, and slammed them into her torso. Tears poured from his eyes as she looked at him, shocked, then a peace settled into her gaze. "Thank you, Logan..." She whispered before her eyes fluttered back and her lids shut. He once again dropped to his knees, and screamed out his anguish as he held Jean's body to him.

A/N: I know this is ungodly long, but it had to be done.

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