A/N: Where are my readers?? I'm lonely…*tear* or are people reading and not reviewing? Review please please please! ah well at least no one can accuse me of not writing! Too bad it took a bit of an angsty turn…but maybe things will turn around. Maybe not. Maybe everyone will die…hmmm *taps fingers evilly and plots dramatic murders* nope, not yet, first we have to survive the night! Yeah for Griffin and anyone else was confused (understandable, it makes sense in my mind so I prolly am not as clear as I should be) The Great 2-Second Review: Jean's back, she's had visions of William Stryker's brother Geoffrey making a mutant-killing drug that he's probably going to put in food and ship to the school, Kurt and Kitty go and search Stryker's base but it's empty and they can't find the real thing. They all come back and get nervous cuz the food shipment is here and they think it's drugged. Lo and behold, it is, and here's the next pile of…hopefully not the crap I think it is.
Sabere lay with Kurt, not daring to move in case either of them got hit by the drug again. Around them in the rest of the mansion, chaos reigned. They could hear occasional shrieks all around them, accompanied by various noises of heavy objects falling over. The only blessing was that no one's thoughts or memories had exploded since Xavier's earlier that night. However, Sabere didn't find that too reassuring – for all she knew, Xavier was dead.
Before that cold thought could sink in, there was a small disruption in the form of Kitty Pryde. She fell with a cry through the ceiling, through Sabere, and down through the floor. Kurt tensed, expecting to teleport out at any moment. Before Sabere could ask him how he was feeling, the familiar headache split across her forehead and she shoved Kurt away as the knives ripped themselves clear of the wall and stabbed deep into the mattress on either side of her. After that a rush of red cut off her vision and she reeled in semi-consciousness until the pain finally faded. At last she was able to open her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Kurt crouched against the wall, eyes flicking back and forth between the knife in the wall next to his head – and the other floating an inch in front of his face.
"You seem intent on turning my gifts against me," he said calmly, seizing the levitating knife before it skewered him and wrapping his tail around the hilt of the other. He tossed both back to Sabere, who slid one down into the feathery hole it had made in her bed.
"This is going to wind up being expensive," she complained lightly as she locked both knives in her upturned desk. "Between buying food to avoid the drug, buying or repairing broken furniture, paying the inevitable medical bills or funeral fees, and getting a new damn mattress – "
~scott's beams the wall the bed get out~
They both heard Scott yell something from down the hall, and Sabere grabbed Kurt and hauled him towards the door as the far wall exploded in a ferocious blast of red, which proceeded to throw her entire bed against the other wall, punch a lovely big hole in it, and finally shut off, leaving her room a smoking mess.
"About that mattress…" Kurt murmured, eyebrows rising higher and higher as he surveyed the wreckage. "How did you know – "
Sabere shook her head, partly in denial and partly because she really was shaking from the repetitive shocks. "And you call yourself my teacher. I have reflexes, remember? I could almost see what was about to happen."
She was very aware of the slightly intimate position they were in, but didn't really feel like moving, and Kurt was making no effort to move either. It was nice to just lay in the quiet for a bit and feel safe…
…and then Logan stuck his head through the hole in the wall. "Are you – " He stared at the remains of the bed and the disarray of furniture, then spotted the duo huddled against the wall.
"I seem to have bad timing."
"Damn right, you do. So what kind of apocalypse is happening in your room?" Sabere knew she was blushing again, and covered it by standing up and attempting to heave the rest of the bed into a slightly more useable pile.
"The Four Horsemen of Indigestion have struck. No shredded furniture, just plain poison." Logan stepped through the hole into the light and helped setting intact furniture upright.
"Don't bother," Sabere sighed, dropping down onto the remnant of the mattress. "It'll all be out on the lawn by morning." She knew they were all trying to cover up their fear, but right now, she didn't care – if they others were as terrified as she was, she would pretend just like they were, and whatever the Mighty X-Men thought of her could go to hell.
"I thought your powers protected you from poisons," Kurt inquired, watching concernedly as Logan sat gingerly on part of the desk.
"They do," he grumbled. "That would be how the drug is affecting me – throwing my regenerative stuff out of whack. It's worse for Charley and Jean, though – right after Xavier's nightmare, they both went into comas."
Sabere looked up in shock. "You're joking."
"Ha ha, not really. Right after Xavier's nightmare, he and Jean both went out. Actually, she went first – that last bit about the flood was her nightmare – and when they couldn't help each other out, they both…well, we think it's only a coma. No one's been, well, stable enough to check on them."
"Lord help us…" Kurt murmured.
Logan abruptly stood up and clambered back through the wall to his room. Sabere heard a door slam – the bathroom door.
"Poor Logan," Kurt sighed, apparently truly sympathetic. "I hope the drug wears off."
"And now that Jean's unconscious, we won't be able to ask her about her visions," Sabere added. "Maybe whoever's been least affected should take the jet back out and – "
They both clearly heard the knock on the front door of the mansion.
"Who the hell…" Sabere's now broken clock read 12:10, which would have been a bizarre time for anyone to be out visiting anyway.
"Should we go see who it is?" Kurt frowned. Logan came back through the wall, claws out, sniffing suspiciously. Scott soon followed, wearing his visor instead of sunglasses. He studied the mess of Sabere's room and shrugged apologetically.
Kurt was watching Logan. "Can you tell who it is?"
Logan threw open the door and glowered down the hallway. "Yeah," he snarled, raising his claws. "It's Magneto."