Scott pounded his fists on the table, "DAMNIT SARAH

The X-Men belong to Marvel… yada yada yada…….

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Scott pounded his fists on the table, "DAMNIT SARAH! This is NOT the time for you hard ass attitude, ok? We need some information that you might hold, now you tell us, or you don't got nuthin to do with this mission, understood?" Scott stood up, and glared at me in fury.

"I already fuckin told you! I don't know where Dark Beast is!" I retorted, with the equal amount of anger flaring from my voice, "Why don't you just get that threw your hard ass skulls."

"Because you have given us no reason to believe you!" Jean stood up next to Scott, joining Logan and Storm. They were all about ready to explode because of their "new mission". Turned out the Professor had sensed Darky in his head earlier, and had gotten some idea of what he was up to, with the whole destroy-the-human-race-machine. Now they all thought I knew where he was and that I had the knowledge of his newly hatched little scheme.

"Go fuck yourselves." I shot up from my chair, kicking it under the metal table. I shoved my way through the pissed off X-men as violently as I could.

Before I left, I heard Storm complain to the Professor, "You really expect us to work with that?"

Fuck her, I thought, fuck 'em all. I should be the one complaining. I was supposed to work with them. I knew as much about this little ploy of Dark Beast's as they did, why couldn't they just understand that! I growled in frustration.

"Do ya' know anything at all bout this plan of his?" Rogue asked from behind me.

"You know as much as I do." I continued walking.

"Maybe, but the littlest bit of information could help us. You sure there's nuthin' you know that we don't?"

Damn she was persistent.

I sighed, "I…I don't know…maybe, maybe not…" I wrinkled my eyebrows in thought and turned around, "I was the one who stole the plans from some old guy that lived about an hour from New York. They were blueprints of something called…" I jogged my memory, trying to recall the name of the thing, "The T1200, that was the name of it. Dark said it would wipe out all the Homo sapiens, leaving only us, the Homo superiors." I glanced at her, "Now you now everything I do."

She smiled, "I'm sure that'll help, a whole lot, thanks sug'ah. Nah why don't you come back into the control room while we figure this thang out."

I shook my head, "Apparently I'm not good enough to be on the team…it suits me perfectly well."

Rogue opened her mouth in protest, but I stopped her, "No, don't even try to defend them."

She sighed and walked back to join the rest of the team. And there I was, stuck again, not knowing where to go, or what to do. This mansion was more like a prison than anything else. I finally decided to go back to my room; at least I could be alone there.

May as well do something constructive, I told myself. I sat on my bed, and stared at my hand, concentrated on it like it was the only thing that mattered. I told my mind to make something grow. Come on, I encouraged myself.

"Hey are you Marrow?"

I jumped up, and stared at the window, seeing a filthy looking man holding something that looked like a smudged white envelope.

"Are ya or aren't ya?" He repeated in a heavily New-York accented voice.

I quickly answered, "Who the hell are you, and whatta ya want?"

The stranger jumped through my open window, "I'm takin' that as a 'yes'. This is from…" he paused, and grinned, "An old friend of yours." He tossed the envelope at me, and made a quick exit.

I stared at the envelope for a moment, then sat on the end of my bed and opened it. Dark Beast, it had to have been him. This was definitely his handwriting.

Dearest Sarah,

I heard from word on the street that you (as hard as this is to believe) have joined the X-Men. And apparently, if you have gotten this letter, this would be a correct assumption. I know neither the reason, nor your motive for joining them. But your presence as one of my most valuable assistants is greatly missed. Please do feel free to come back whenever you feel like the time is right. Before I depart, I must put my two cents in on your decision to do what you've done. Is it, perhaps, a ploy to spy upon the X-Men? If so; ah, I must give you my two thumbs up.

P.S. I must inform you that my progress on my "little project" is coming along quite well..

Sincerely,

Dark Beast "Darky"

I should've known it wouldn't 'a taken him to long to figure out where I was. I felt almost compelled to write him back, but what would I say? No sorry Darky, I'm an X-Men now, and I am supposed to despise you. But I couldn't just leave him without an exclamation, or could I?

Quickly, without thinking, I grabbed a notepad out of one of the drawers in my desk.

Hey Dark. I've left… for reasons that I cant really tell you. It's nothing personal, you wouldn't understand. Hell, I don't understand. I have no idea how I am going to get this to you, but maybe (most likely) we'll meet again.

-Sarah "Marrow"

"Sarah? Are you in there?" Kitty asked from the hallway

I dropped the pad of paper on the ground and told her to come in.

She walked in with Kurt close behind, "Mr. Logan says that the Professor wants you to come back into the control room."

I rolled my eyes, "Guess I have no choice." I got up to leave, forgetting about my still-opened notebook lying on the ground, and unbeknown to me, Kurt had spotted it and showed it to Kitty.

"Do you z'ink zat she really iz spying on us?"

"No, no, she's good now…"

"But look! It zays zat she'll most likely meet him again. Vhat else do you zink zat means"

"You're right, maybe we should show it to someone."

Kurt nodded, with a small smirk on his face, and smuggled it out of my room.