A/N: Ok, most of the peepz that reviewed said that it'd be kewl to have the Clydesdales' POVs, so I'll be doing it!! Thank u ALL for reviewing!! Luvz ya!!

Repliez –

Raliena: Jamie?? Oohz.. Multiple.. hehez, cute little guy.. yerz.. I will definitely try to get him in… just 4 u!! ^__^ However, I got a problem.. I'm not sure how he's gonna look… like all the colors and stuff.. So anyone have any ideas, just lemme know!! And if it's good, I'll give u the credit in a disclaimer thinggy…

Impy: Well, I was thinking about giving them the 'horse' ability to talk to each other… like u know, when they make them horse noises.. so yeaz… Shadowcat WILL be making an appearance.. and as I've said b4, Nightcrawler WILL be back!! ^__^ Patience…my fren..

The Clydesdales

Chapter 8: We Meet Again

Quicksilver wasn't surprised to see Spyke. He had figured a long time ago that sooner or later the other mutants would end up just like himself. He waited as Spyke and the other unfamiliar Clydesdale quenched their thirsts at the freshwater stream, before trotting up to them.

"Pietro?" Spyke said. More like nickered, but some how, he could understand this… horse language… or whatever else it was called.

"Daniels… So we meet again…" He greeted in a Darth Vader voice, then raised a brow, "Who's this?" He gestured to the Pegasus-like Clydesdale. "Angel." He heard Evan's reply. The winged creature spoke up, "You can call me Warren, Warren Worthington, if you'd like."

Evan suddenly said softy, "Hey… what happen to you?" Quicksilver realized that the scars on his back hadn't fully disappeared, but he shrugged and got back to what he'd been dying to ask, "How were they, when you last saw them?"

Spyke, as if getting shaken back into reality, looked away, "They… I'm not sure…" Pietro frowned, and whether Evan could see it or not, he really didn't care. But Spyke continued, "We were all in kept in different places. Kitty was still unconscious… that's all I know… but I didn't really get to see them."

Pietro looked down, and Angel spoke up, "He's selling us out in pairs now, for a higher price." Kar… Pietro didn't need Angel to identify who he was talking about. "And I could be wrong, but the next two may be Lance and Todd."

As unfortunate as it was for another two of his friends to end in the same fate as himself, Pietro felt a trace of relief that the two were going to at least get out of Kar's confinement and out into the world, where they could at least come up with some idea on their counter attack.

If they could counter attack.

He had been there before and had sneaked into the castle. But getting in was a strenuous and intricate task, and the inside of the castle certainly didn't make going in any more desirable.

"Where's Kurt and Rogue?" Evan interrupted his thoughts. "No idea." Pietro replied.

Evan looked at him in disbelief, "Well, go find them then, you beatnik!" "Easier said than done, genius!" Pietro snapped back, their old rivalry re-emerging.

"Well, you ARE capable of carrying out a search of the entire world in fifteen minutes, you know."

"And what do we tell Ol' Gambit over there?" Pietro signaled to Remy, who was slowly approaching the two grunting Clydesdales with interest.

"You'll be back before he can even ask 'Where's Quicksilver?'" Evan snorted.

"Considering the fact that I'd have to check under every bush, in every tree, behind every boulder and atop every mountain, it'd take about twenty five minutes."

"And the problem is?" Evan sighed.

"What if they're in some kind of cage or something?" Pietro said, a little softer than before, "I… I may not be able to help them out."

Evan rolled his eyes, "And when was that ever a problem for the great Maximoff?"

Pietro managed to do a smirk even in his Clydesdale form, "Well, just cuz you said such a nice thing by admitting the obvious truth which you've been hiding from yourself for the pass years we've known each other, I'll do it."

Spyke rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever." "Not now though," Pietro added. "Tonight… when the guy's asleep."

Evan looked at his foregoing savior, the mutant who could explode stuff just by coming in contact with it, and gave a nod. "Good idea."

"I know."

"Man, how hard is it for you to take a compliment humbly?" Evan would have smacked his forehead in exasperation with his hands if he weren't balancing on them.

Before Pietro could answer back, Remy came between them, "Well, it's almost dark, and Remy's already set up a fire. You two gonna quit, umn… quarrelling, or… grunting at each other or whatever, and rest?"

Night took a long time to come, especially for Quicksilver, and so most of the time was used for grazing in the meadow, eating the occasional buttercup, and contemplating on places or areas where Rogue or Kurt may most probably be. But what was most needed was rest.

"You know, just check everything, everywhere." Evan yawned, rolling over on the emerald green grass.

Warren had his wings spread out leisurely, reflecting the dull glow of the setting sun, which was slowly disappearing behind the nearby forest's trees.

Quicksilver was lying down on his side, with his eyes closed. He hadn't felt this relaxed ever since… well, he forgot. But that wasn't the point. He hadn't felt this relaxed in ages and the calm, serene atmosphere helped a lot in putting him at ease. "Whatever…" he lazily mumbled a reply.

Remy left the small fire to blaze on till it put itself out. He made his way over to the Clydesdales and lay down on Pietro's right, facing upwards with fingers entwined and cupped behind his head. He closed his eyes, the fragrance of buttercups and midnight dew luring him into a slumber.

Pietro heard the gentle snore coming from Remy, and at that, he silently pulled himself up, and in a flash, took off on his twenty five minute search for two former teammates.

Remy felt himself fall deeper and deeper asleep, and all he physically felt was a soft gust of cool night breeze blow gently upon his face, and then he was lost in a world of his own.

It was early morning on the other side of the world, and Quicksilver had only been searching for ten minutes so far. No sign of either Rogue or Nightcrawler yet, and he had to admit he was getting a little concerned about them. He zipped into a dark forest, and was zooming around everywhere when he spotted a small fire in the distance, hidden behind some tall trees.

He cautiously… or more like carelessly sped over, and to both his delight and dismay, saw the weak and disheveled body of a horse. A Clydesdale.

"Rogue!?" He almost yelled, or neighed shrilly. The soft glow of the small fire reflected upon the brown and white blotches on the Clydesdale's skin. She looked up, and almost called out in astonishment, "Pietro!?"

Pietro looked down. Around the small fire were about five men, no doubt Clydesdale poachers, and they were all dressed up in such a way where every bit of skin was covered except the face.

Looks like they've done a lot of planning… Pietro thought to himself. Tranquilizers and guns littered the ground, and he noiselessly made his way around the camp in super speed, stopping in front of her. The fatigued he had earlier seen on her face was now replaced with relief, and he looked at the chains that held her to a branch on the tree.

He'd better think of something before the poachers woke up.

It was a small rustle, but it was enough to get Gambit stirring. What took him by surprise next was the sound of a gunshot piercing the air and a jerk at his left thigh, which sent a rush of pain shooting up his entire limb.

"SHIT!" He yelled.

End of chapter 8