AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!!!

THANKS FOR ALL THE MESSAGES I'VE BEEN GETTING. I REALLY APPRECIATE IT. REVIEW!!! I COMMAND YOU… JUST KIDDING. BUT REALLY, I WANTED TO SAY THAT I WILL BE ENDING THIS STORY POSSIBLY WITHIN THE NEXT EIGHT CHAPTERS, IM UNSURE. BUT I KNOW HOW I WANT TO END IT… AND I WILL GIVE YOU A *little* SPOILER, SOMEONE IS GOING TO DIE (AND WHEN I MEAN SOMEBODY I DON'T COUNT THE BAD GUYS LIKE REMY OR WHOEVER) SO DON'T GET ALL EXCITED THINKING "YAY REMY'S DEAD". A LITTLE SPOILER, MY GIFT TO YOU.

AND IF I DO END THIS STORY IN THE NEAR FUTURE, I WILL BE PICKING IT BACK UP AGAIN LATER FOR THE SECOND PART, IT WONT BE OVER COMPLETELY, JUST STALLED. CONSIDER THIS THE FIRST SECTION. BUT I HAVE ABOUT FIVE MORE CHAPTERS INMIND BEFORE I PUT THE BRAKE ON IT, DURING THAT TIME I WILL START MY NEW STORY WHICH (I HAVE DECIDED) WILL ONLY BE A LANCE/KURT STORYLINE. I HAVE VERY INTERESTING IDEAS FOR THAT ONE. REVIEW! OKAY… HERE WE GO.

Kurt was floating, no he was flying. He couldn't feel his body, just a heavy sense of grogginess whenever he tried to open his eyes, therefore, he let go and allowed his mind to drip further into his subconscious, into his dream land.

There were photos, picture frames, floating around him. They were pictures from his childhood, the first boy he ever kissed when he was five. That was a memory all on its own, a playground dare from the girl's soccer team, who would kiss the blue kid for money. He saw Christmases, birthdays and family weddings. The photos were so dull, some of them were black and white and faded even further to the touch. His hand passing threw most of them.

And then he saw photos of Logan, they were bright and vibrant, practically glowing with life and light. His hair was so black, so thick it looked like a helmet on his head. The thought made him remember the first day he had had breakfast with the family and kitty was talking about the type of conditioner she uses. And Logan didn't even know what conditioner was. Kurt had laughed and everyone had starred at him over their breakfast. The memory unraveled itself visually to him, as if he was reliving it.

Again and again, he tried to rise out of the stupor, but was unable to find his body, unable to make the physical connection.

"Logan", Kurt thought, but here his thoughts were as good as words, "Logan where are you. I can't see you now. I need you more than ever", Kurt spoke as he drifted deeper and deeper into himself. He imagined Scott's dead body. Thank god he hadn't seen it; or else his mind would be a tortured mess at the moment. But he had seen the arm of Scott's bloody remains hanging out of the body bag as the police had hauled it off.

He was sad Scott was gone; he missed him in a strange way. Scott wasn't a bad guy, just misled. And in his own strange psychotic way, he really did love Kurt. He loved Kurt just as much as Lance or Logan. He just couldn't show it the right way.

Suddenly, Kurt saw a light, an opening. He focused and pulled himself up.

He opened his eyes slowly, his vision blurred. Remy must have used gas or a drug to knock him out. Maybe chloroform.

"Good Morning cherie", Remy laughed from the driver's seat as Kurt awoke in the passenger's. He had the same anti-teleport, or whatever it was called, bracelet around his ankle.

"Where… where are we going", Kurt fought his words out threw the headache.

"We are going to see Magneto, and he's going to help us with the little Wolverine problem we have. Then I'm taking you to New Orleans after that, to the house I recently inherited. You can either fight or go willingly, either way it wont matter. Your gonna be my little pet cherie", Remy sang in his sweet voice.

Kurt didn't feel all that threatened, just worried for Logan, even though Kurt was hog tied.

LANCE'S POV

"Kurt", Lance spoke as he knocked on his bedroom door. He had, in his hands, a large tray that had orange juice, a huge bowl of Lucky Charms (Kurt's favorite cereal which Lance had memorized), and microwavable sausage that was more like cardboard, and sunny side up eggs slightly fried onto the toast, Kurt's other favorite breakfast food. Cooking all that, especially for a man like Lance, was hard as hell.

He sat the tray on the hallway table carefully, not wanting Kurt's cereal to get soggy on him, he banged on the door once more.

Irritated, he opened the door himself and marched in. "Kurt", he asked again as he saw an empty bed, unmade. His balcony doors were wide open, and the room itself was about forty degrees. Lance, getting nervous, ran out of the room and did the first thing he could think of.

He knew Kurt didn't go with Logan last night. Before Kurt had gone to sleep he had confided Logan's leave in Lance. And Logan's actions which he promised to Kurt he would keep a secret…

"JEAN", Lance pounded on her door.

JEAN'S POV

Jean had just fallen asleep thirty minutes ago, having an all nighter with Duncan again. She kept her respect for him, despite the fact she knew he was sleeping with someone else. She didn't feel it was ethical to read his mind and find out, just let it unravel. Besides, she was having too much fun and didn't want to ruin it. Jean simply snuck back in by levitating threw her window, unlocking it with her marvelous gift, and letting herself inside. It was getting weird… her gift day by day. She felt something growing inside of her, and every time she used her power and reached her limit, suddenly there was more energy for her to work with, and when she reached that limit, the horizon just expanded even farther, feeling a hot flame deep within her spark like a star or a torch… or the sun itself. She felt herself turning into someone else, an internal struggle with her own mind. And Scott, Scott was being repressed in her memories at the moment. At least until the coroner got back to them. Her childhood lover, and friend, and brother figure, all in one, was gone. And it only added to the noise in her head. Duncan helped her forget.

And that dumbass Lance was pounding on her door. If this was another Brotherhood booty call, like from Blob, she was moving out.

She rose herself up in her night gown, and walked over to the door, opening it so fast Lance almost struck her in the face with his fist. "WHAT", she screamed as her head ached from her insomniac adventure with Duncan. "WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?"

"I need you to use cerebro, I can't find Kurt and I think something bad happened. Logan left last night and I think someone kidnapped Kurt, taking advantage of Logan's absence", Lance heaved heavily as Jean started to close her bedroom door.

"Mmm, gee, sounds like Kurt ran away with Logan. What do you think? Since Kurt became a little slut for the big bad Wolverine this house has been upside down", Jean spat in his face as she attempted to slam the door.

"Kurt is NOT a slut you cunt", Lance yelled as he kicked the door down and grabbed her around the neck. "Now I KNOW the professor was working with you a while back on cerebro, you know the basic functions", Lance yelled as he had her against the wall in her room. "You are going to help me find Kurt, or I'm going to bring this entire God dammed house into one giant sink hole. Don't think I can't do it, try me and see you little X bitch… And you know I will." Lance was serious.

THE CEREBRO ROOM

Jean sat in the chair, keeping her knees and feet together in line like Xavier had taught her, keeping her back straight before breathing. Lance stood behind her with his hands impatiently on the back of her chair. This was a sight, Lance and Jean both in there sleep wear with cerebro, who would have thought.

"Lance I can't guarantee this is going to work. I know I won't be able to find Logan, his mind is too torn up and shattered for even the professor to decode, even with cerebro. Finding him is impossible", she admitted.

"Well, I'm not looking for Logan, I'm looking for Kurt. Do it Red", Lance called her Red, often, he only called her that when he was battling her in some form.

Jean started up the machine, and rhythmically kept her breath deep. She lowered the helmet on her head and juiced her power up with the machine, awakening her senses to the astral level.

It was bright, bright lights, moving, moving fast. Wheels spinning, screeching. Driver… no passenger… ankle bracelet… teleport can't, kidnapped. LOGAN LOGAN WHERE IS LOGAN!!! "It's too jumbled I can't", Jean complained, squinting her eyes.

Lance dug his hands into her shoulders, "Focus Harder!"

"""Logan where are you. I can't see you now. I need you more than ever"""" Magneto… have to find Magneto, going to Magneto, base, Canada. Rom… Romy… REMY REMY REMY REMY!!! GAMBIT… LOGAN HELP! Jean grunted and ripped the helmet off her head as the power in her expanded, causing almost an out of body experience, her power controlling and rushing through her. A vision shocked her mind as she saw, not threw the eyes of them but in third person, Kurt and Remy, driving on the highway in a small red car, she knew where they were going, she knew.

"Where is he", Lance asked impatiently, spinning Jean's chair toward him.

"He's on the highway, heading toward Magneto's base in Toronto. Apparently, from Remy's mind", the mention of Remy brought fear to Lance's face; "Logan is also in Toronto, for the moment at least. But according to Remy, Logan doesn't know Kurt is coming, nor does he know about Magneto's plans".

Lance looked confused. "Why does Magneto care?" Lance asked.

"Something about Pietro, something Kurt did to him. And Remy, his mind is so… messed up. He has all this blind hatred, and revenge combined with Lust. He's the real pusher behind all of it."

"Get everyone suited up. We'll fly there, maybe even beat Remy to the base", Lance announced.

"Uh, no! I'm not going anywhere, and neither is our family", Jean said defensively, crossing her arms.

"I can't believe you people. He is your housemate, your team mate. Are you people really this pathetic?" Lance screamed. "The Brotherhood may be evil, but with them, at least I had loyalty", his words seem to hit Jean right in the gut. "Thanks for the tips Red. If you're smart you'll keep your distance from me from now on. I've just lost all my respect for you and your kind."

Lance suited up, and fired up the jet in less than five minutes. Putting his mind into heroic mode and putting his own bad boy mentality to sleep.

"WAIT LANCE", someone screamed from behind him. It was Kitty. "I eavesdropped on you and Jean. I'm coming too," Lance admired her spirit. "And besides, you don't know how to work the maps to find the base anyway", she insulted him along with the companionship. That was Kitty...