CHAPTER 101

AN: Okay guys, my laptop is dying. It's still working, but I just wanted to let you know that if it really goes kaput I have no way to update this story (except my phone which is so slow that it's not worth doing it on). I'm going to have to save up for a new one (and those things cost boo-coo bucks) so pray that it holds up!

9/16/2014

It's 11:24 at night (almost midnight) and I just took some melatonin but I'm not sure how well it would work. I figured I'd try to finish cranking this chapter out to get it to you guys. By the by, my printer has gone to scrap-yard heaven…..these little lights won't stop blinking and it won't work…..okay, rambling. ONTO THE STORY!

XAVIERS SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS

CHARLES XAVIER

Charles Xavier was NOT a happy headmaster. He could literally sense the control of his precious school slipping from his grasp. Even his teachers were acknowledging the merits of the killer Sabretooth (topmost being Hank McCoy, alias Beast and Ororo/Storm). His children no longer viewed the feral as the big bad villain and, despite being a little intimidated, were actually beginning to respect him even though he was in and out with this infinity serum fiasco. He even read in the minds of his youngest students how much they idolized the brute.

It had to be stopped…..but how? Especially when his X-men seemed to be all for Victor Creeds new methods.

That was when the main doorbell rang, causing a little light on his wheelchair to begin beeping; an alert to visitors just incase he hadn't sensed them.

Automatically, the Professor sent out a delicate mind probe to see who was at the door and to gauge their intentions when his efforts came up to a wall.

Both stunned and frustrated, Xavier paused in the hall before continuing to the door, at the same time sending a mental summons to his X-men.

What he heard back just added fuel to the fire.

*I'm sorry, Charles,* came Beasts mental response. *but I'm a bit busy at the moment.*

The Wolverines response was, naturally, more brusque. *Unless it's an emergency, Wheels, *&^% off.*

The Professor literally bristled.

*So the fact that there are strangers at the door who seem to be resistant to my powers and could be an enemy is of no importance to you?*

There was a brief pause, then the Wolverine responded; Xavier sensed that he had peered out a window to see the visitors. *Let'em in, Charles. They're here to beef up security.*

*And WHY was I not told this?* if Xavier had been a feral, he would have been growling.

*Slipped my mind?* the Wolverine offered, obviously not caring.

Xavier took a deep breath and opened the door.

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LOGAN/HANK/SLEEPING JONESY/BUNNY/CASSIE

Logan had been en-route to the med-bay with Hank and a still sleeping Jonesy in his arms

(Bunny and Cassie following) when both he and Hank received the Professors summons in which the Wolverine promptly told him to *&^% off.

*So the fact that there are strangers at the door who seem to be resistant to my powers and could be an enemy is of no importance to you?*

That made Logan pause. Luckily, there was a window near that overlooked the front gates and Logan peered out. There, in the considerably huge parking-lot, were several large, black vans and even two trucks all bearing the blue star logo of Astor Enterprizes.

*Let'em in, Charles. They're here to beef up security.*

*And WHY was I not told this?*

Logan rolled his eyes. *Slipped my mind?* he looked back to his brothers mate and her sister and gave a low, commanding growl. "Stop lagging behind!"

Something was up with those two women, the Wolverine could smell it, and it was making him antsy. If anything happened to his brothers mate, it would be HIS hide that got skinned.

They moved on but, right before they entered the med-bay, Logan stopped them, gently butting his head ontop of Jonesys.

"Hey kid, wake up."

Little Jonesy made an odd little snorting sound and didn't budge.

"Come on, buddy, it's time to wake up, I need your help." Gently, the Wolverine tapped his sleeping pups cheek with two fingers.

Suddenly, Hanks entire body stiffened, his fur bristling.

Logan looked up, immediately alerted. "What is it, Blue?"

"I don't smell Ororo….." the scientists voice came out in a growl before he barged through the med-bay doors. Logan blinked for a split-second before he growled and followed, Jonesy now rousing in his arms.

What he saw in the med-bay was NOT something he wanted to see; the Avengers were up and in the process of redressing in their mutilated armor (except Tony Stark who was obviously still stoned on medicine, and a very put-out Russian spy who was being restrained on her bed by a very slightly green Bruce Banner.)

"WHAT THE *&^% IS GOING ON HERE!?" His shout came out as a command, a muscle memory from his many, MANY years in the military.

Immediately, all activity stilled and all heads pointed in the two ferals direction. Jonesy also about jumped out of his skin at his father-figures bellow, only to be immediately steadied; even pissed off, the Wolverine was still conscious of his pups safety.

It was Captain America who came to his senses first.

"We've been contacted by Fury," the American Idol explained calmly, picking up his shield and examining the large dent Sabretooth had put in it.

Logan winced- `*&^%, too late`-then spoke out-loud. "And what makes you all think yer in any condition to take on my brother again?"

Beast, however, cut into the Wolverines reasoning with a low growl and a question that seemed more like a demand. "Where. Is. Ororo!?"

It was Natasha who answered this one; "She said she was going to run down to the drug-store." The Russian spy said carefully, watching the blue ferals body language with trepidation.

The scientist was obviously not happy with this answer. "ALONE!?"

"It was suggested someone go with her," Hawkeye said calmly and with some amusement. "but she wouldn't have it."

"Bruce Banner, I swear if you don't let me up in five seconds I'm going to hit a pressure point that will paralyze you for six hours straight!" Natasha exclaimed to the slightly green Bruce who looked to the Wolverine a little desperately and said;

"A purr would be useful right about now….." then the slightly green scientist frowned, noting the absence of two woman and said; "…..weren't, uh, and supposed to be with you two?"

That was when the Wolverine turned and noticed the two young women were gone.

The words he then yelled would have made a sailor blush.

VOCABULARY:

MERIT: 1. Good quality, worth; goodness

FIASCO: n. something that ends as a complete or foolish failure

BRUSQUE: adj. rough and abrupt in manner of speech

TREPIDATION: 1. A fearful feeling of dread