The puddle-jumper sped over the water so closely that it threw back a wave from each wing.

"We should be there in a few minutes." Logan said in to his headset.

Kurt was sitting in the back seat of the jumper. This seat faced backwards and allowed someone to operate the aft weapons systems. Kurt had spent most of the trip staring numbly at the triggers while small bits and pieces of memory floated out of the depths of his mind.

He recalled seeing Kitty on the Comm system at the lighthouse. He couldn't remember what she had said. Chances are – he hadn't been listening. But when he had seen her, he had seen her so purely, as he had seen her when they were young. But it was more powerful than any distant memory and stronger than he remembered.

Perhaps because it had been new again for the first time.

"Elf?" Logan asked, concerned. "You still back there?"

Kurt felt his mouth try to pull in to a smile. He pushed the headset tighter to his ear.

"Ja. A few minutes." He said softly. "Logan …"

Logan tensed under the serious and focused tone of Kurt's voice.

"This weapon. Nothing like this should be allowed to exist." He said softly. "Just like …" Like I shouldn't ven I'm like that.

Logan swallowed and looked out the window as though looking away would help him ignore what he was hearing.

"Promise me Logan that when we get there – you'll save Kitty."

Logan cocked his head slightly because of the lump in his throat.

"Get her out of there and put down anyone who stands in your way."

Logan closed his eyes, momentarily and tightened his grip on the controls.

"Because, if I go that way again, you'll need to be ready. You'll have to know, that it's better to me – to die for the people you love, than to live on without them."

Logan's jaw was set tightly and he could feel a low rumble of a growl rising from his chest.

"Kitty is … very easy to love." Kurt continued. "But ven it happens and I'm HIM … I have love … confused with … bloodlust. And … I want her Logan. As much as I ever wanted her – over the years of our youth – but … all at once. Like it's new and …"

Kurt thought of taking Kitty to his bed. How he had grown out of such fantasies years ago. And when he wasn't looking, he and it grew in to a shared reality.

He thought of, how as a child, he had dreamed he killed her. He couldn't bring himself to face her for days afterward. It was the worst dream he had ever had. But now … it seemed just as possible as taking her to his bed.

"Attainable." Kurt whispered.

Logan's head swam with a million incidents of Kurt's flirtations with Kitty in their youth.

How many Christmas' times did Logan spend watching Kurt chase Kitty with mistletoe? How many coy one liners and playful suggestions had he seen the Elf dole out?

It was impossible for Logan to guess. But the numbers seemed astronomical – like the distances between stars.

And although every one of those thoughts brought a small smile to his mind and threatened to curl his lips, it was tempered by the seriousness of the situation and his inability to promise what the Elf asked.

"I'll remember what you told me." Logan's words were low and clipped. "But you've got to realize this once and for all Kurt."

Kurt sat up. Logan almost never spoke to him like an instructor any more.

"We're an even match kid, and that's being kind to myself. I've got the structural intergity and the healing factor, but it don't due much good when you can move as quick as you can think. I told you when you were young – you could have had me. And if I were … to try and …"

Logan bit through his lip in anger just to taste the blood It seemed to calm him down and focus him.

"It's a coin toss Elf." He said at last. "I can't promise anything. Except that if I had to take you out – and if I could – I would make it clean, and quick."

Kurt was shaking from within.

"But …" Logan took a deep breath and noticed that the bleeding had stopped and his lip was almost no longer sore. "The truth is - I can see dying for the people I love too. And if that weapon killed me, even using you to do it, It would be a good way to go – an honest way. And worth more than most ways I can imagine." He seemed to be forcing the words out. "And if that happened, I would only want one thing …"

Kurt could feel his throat closing over his desire to know what it was, even as he tried to ask.

"Someone would have to take up the cause for me …" He looked away. He swore that he would never endanger his friends with his responsibilities. "It's … Sabertooth." He said at last. "He needs to be put down. I learned it a long time ago. And the only reason I haven't been able to …"

Logan blinked several times to clear his vision. "I can't put him down. We're too much alike." He said sharply. "But you could do it Elf. I knew it that day you pinned me in the danger room, all those years ago."

"Logan." Kurt took a breath. "This isn't us." He said in a realization. "I mean it is, but we're being …"

"Impulsive." Logan sat up strait. "That means …"

"The weapon." Kurt breathed. "It's on … What if … it's still on?"

Kurt sat up nervoulsly. "Logan – Vat if it's been on all this time. What if Kitty and …"

But his thoughts were scattered. There were too many variables to consider.

They rounded a small island and Logan saw their destination ahead of them. It was a small volcanic island where Sinister had kept a base several years before. Normally it was a lush and uninhabited island full of birds and wild foliage.

Today, however, half the island was burning and being reduced to soft white ash.

"I can't say Kurt, but let's agree right now – our main goal is to get Kitty and get out."

"Of course." Kurt agreed quickly, still facing the wrong way to see the island before them.

"Well then." Logan decided out loud. "Next stop – Hell itself."

Ja. Kurt chided himself. Home sweet home.