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X2 Part 4

Bobby Drake's home was what you would call the perfect apple pie American dream home. Beautiful lawns, perfectly cut shrubs, the perfect two stories-all it was missing was the white picket fence. It was gorgeous.

When we arrived, Bobby got some kind of glazed over look on his face to see his home for the first time in a long time. It was the same look I had when I saw the mansion for the first time after ten years.

Bobby found the spare key underneath a potted plant and let the five of us in. I went straight to the kitchen and found a lighter and some lighter fluid before heading out the back to burn Hawkeye and Black Widow's files. They weren't originals but I still didn't want to be caught with them.

"Astrid?" Bobby called out. He came out the back door with a pair of boots and socks for me. "I noticed you didn't have shoes."

"Thanks, Bobby," I smiled. I took the boots and put them on. "Nice house you have here. I know you and Rogue and Logan but who's the other kid?"

"Oh that's John," Bobby answered. "He likes to be called Pyro."

I laughed. "X-Men and their codenames."

"What are you burning?" he asked me.

"Classified documents," I replied. I looked him up and down. "You better go get dressed, you're still in your boxers. Can I use your phone?"

Bobby nodded. "My dad has one is his study. Second door on the left."

"Thanks." I made my way to the study and sat down on the desk beside the phone before I dialled Fury. "Astrid Ellis, ID 03P19Q3."

"Agent Ellis," came the deep voice on the other end of the phone. "Where are you? Your cell signal is still is in Salem and this call is coming from Boston."

"Some soldiers came in the middle of the night and took the students," I answered. "They were military, precise, well-armed. Lead by William Stryker."

"Agent Ellis," Fury sighed. "You off all people know that we don't interfere in mutant relations."

"They took kids, Director Fury, children," I argued. "I want to know where they took them so I can go get them back."

"Need I remind you, agent, this is not our business," Fury warned me. "And when I say not our business, you're included. Did you get a chance to read those files I sent you?"

"Yes, sir," I growled. "I also retrieved them in case Stryker got to them. Although he knows I was there. He saw me."

Fury sighed. "Agent Ellis, you can either come to the Boston field office or you can stay there but SHIELD does not have your back. I know how much these people mean to you so I'm not going to order you to come back with your tail between your legs."

"Wasn't going to," I answered.

"Keep me updated if you find out anything that will affect the US," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I smiled. "Thank you, sir."

"Let's not make this a habit," Fury advised me before he hung up.

I put the phone down and came out of the study. When I came down the hallway and into the lounge room, there were more people in the house. "Um-Bobby?"

"Astrid, these are my parents," Bobby answered, standing up from his seat on the couch. "My dad William and my mum Madeline, and my brother Ronny."

"Nice to meet you," I fake smiled. "Sorry, I just needed to use your phone. I'm Astrid Ellis."

"Are you also a professor at Bobby's school or a student?" Bobby's mum asked, staring at Logan.

"Gym teacher," I answered. "Bobby's a good kid."

"What are you all doing here?" his parents demanded to know. "It's not normal for three students and two teachers to come on a road trip and visit their parents."

Bobby cleared his throat. "There's something I need to tell you guys," he admitted.

"We're on the run from government forces who attacked and kidnapped a school that teaches mutant kids how to control their powers," I spoke up.

Everyone just stared at me.

"What?" I shrugged. "It's better out than in, I always say."

"For someone who relies on secrecy you sure do like to talk," Logan smirked.

I shook my head with a little grin.

"You're a mutant?" his father whispered.

His mother sat back in complete shock. "When did you first know you were a mutant?"

"You say it like it's a bad thing," I grumbled. "It doesn't make your son any different."

His mother stared at me. "You have to understand. We though Bobby was going to a school for the gifted."

"Bobby is gifted!" Rogue argued.

"We know!" William replied hastily. "We just didn't realise-"

"We still love Bobby," Madeline cut in. "It's just this mutant problem is a little-"

"What mutant problem?" Bobby's friend John demanded to know.

"-complicated," she finished.

William looked to Logan. "What exactly are you professor of?"

"Art," Logan replied.

I snorted.

"You should see what Bobby can do," Rogue smiled.

I leant up against the wall and watched as Bobby leant forward to touch his mum's cup of tea, turning it into a block of ice. She gasped and tipped the cup upside down in complete shock.

"I can do a lot more than that," Bobby grinned.

Bobby's brother got up and stormed out of the room.

"This is all my fault," Madeline whispered.

"Actually," John spoke, "it's males that carry the mutant gene and pass it on, so it's his fault."

"Have you tried not being a mutant?" his mum asked.

"Not being a mutant?" I laughed as Logan stepped out of the room. "Lady, that's like saying have you tried not being a girl or have you tried not having blonde hair. You can say it, it just won't happen the way you want it to."

"We have to go! Now!" Logan ordered, coming back into the kitchen.

"Did they find us?" I frowned.

Logan shook his head. "No. The police are here though."

I looked up at the roof. "Your brother is a dick, Bobby," I whispered. I zipped my jacket up and followed the kids and Logan outside. Every instinct warned me to stay inside the house, behind the kids.

"Drop the knives and put your hands in the air!" shouted a police officer over the megaphone.

I flattened myself up against the door and rubber my fingers together creating just enough of a spark to knock someone out instead of killing them.

"I said drop the knives!"

"I can't!" Logan objected.

That was the first time I realised that they weren't knives by they were actually claws coming out of Logan's hands. "That is weird."

Rogue screamed when a police officer fired and the bullet hit Logan in the head.

"LOGAN!" I came out the front, electricity coming off my whole body in waves instead off just sparks. I knelt down beside him, hoping that his regenerative abilities would let him heal even from a bullet wound.

Rogue and Bobby got to their knees leaving John standing there flicking his lighter.

"We don't wanna hurt you kid!"

"You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?" John smirked. "I'm the worst one." He flicked his lighter and a ball of fire burst to life. He shot a stream of fire to his left and his right than one for inside the house to take out the cops and the SWAT guys.

"Logan!" I frowned, checking his pulse for a second time as things started to explode around us. "John stop!" I ordered him.

He ignore me, his face was twisted and full of enjoyment. He was relishing in the moment.

"Damn it!" I gritted my teeth together and threw out a cage wall made entirely of electricity that completely covered the cops and their cars. "Are you a complete moron?" I screamed at him before I slapped him.

A sudden wind started picking up and seconds later we were greeted by the familiar sight of the jet.

"Bobby, help me with Logan!" I ordered the kid as the jet came to hover just high enough off the ground for us. The two of us went to grab Logan but he sprung up. The only sign that he had been shot was a thin lie of blood down his forehead. "Allfather!" I cursed. "Damn it Logan! You son of a bitch."

"Later!" Logan growled.

Only once we were safely aboard the jet did I make my cage disappear. I took a seat just behind Storm and Jean. "Get us out of here guys!"

"We're already gone!" Storm shouted back.