A/N: sorry for the delay, my comp's broken. I'm borrowing a friends to write this. If the format's messed up, it's because this is a reaaally old edition of Word. I'll repost later, don't worry.

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"Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with a single Sunday afternoon."

~Uknown

"Kurt," Jean urged, "slow down. Everyone will still be there if you walk."

Kurt ignored her. "Jean…every moment I vaste here, Leslie suffers. Ve must rescue her soon."

Jean sighed, but said no more.

Kurt burst into the War Room, taking its occupants by surprise.

"Alright, Kurt, what's so important that it had to interrupt my phone conference?" Warren asked.

"I know vhere Leslie is being held."

That got everyone's attention.

"How did you come by this information?" Beast asked, trying not to allow himself to hope too much.

Kurt shook his head. "I'm not sure. Leslie…she reached out to me, for a moment, and now…I can't feel her emotions like I did, but I can feel vhere she is. I know vhere she is."

"Where?" Bobby asked, lips pressed tight.

"Montana."

Logan looked at him. "Elf, the complex is abandoned. You know that."

"Ja. But there are other complexes. Or at least one other. I can show you on a map."

"What are we waiting for?" Bobby asked, quickly rising. "Kurt can show us on the Blackbird same as here. Let's go!"

"Wait a minute, Bobby," Warren cautioned. "This could easily be a trap. We should-"

He was cut off by Kurt's glare. "Of course it could be. But Leslie is there. So if it is a trap…we must enter it. For her sake." He hurried out the door, Bobby on his tail, the other members of the away team following.

Emma glanced at Xavier. "I'm going with them." Not giving him a chance to argue, she calmly left, firmly closing the door behind her.

Xavier turned to Jean, but before he could say anything, the comm. buzzed. "Prof. Xavier!" Annie's panic voice rang out, "Alex is strangling Carter!"

Running towards the infirmary, Xavier couldn't help wondering if this day would get any crazier.

He glided into her cell, robes brushing the floor. "Beast," he said softly, his voice deceivingly gentle.

With a slight whimper she struggled to rise, her battered body unable to answer her commands.

He ignored her struggles, waiting silently until she reached a kneeling position, not taking note of the way her skin, stuck to her sleeping bad by her blood, ripped off her body as she rose, nor the way her wounds began to bleed again.

"Beast…thou art not pure."

She let out a keening moan, fearing that this would lead to the memories…memories of a man's body crashing into hers, despite her fights…memories of later, on a metal table, when she bled and they took her baby away…of the secrets and lies she had told to hide it from everyone…

"No," he said, knowing what she thought. "Thou need not fear. Thou art not pure…but I will make thee so."

Silence. She didn't know how to respond. She barely recognized his words for what they were.

He bent down, taking her chin in his hands. "Men are coming, who would have thee leave, who would take you from me."

Anger now. How dare they take her away from her Master, who only wanted to help her?

"When they come…you will bring their fears out, as you did to the three dead."

Agreement.

"And they will die."