Disclaimer: See the previous chapters A/N: sorry its been awhile to any one who might still care about this fic. I'm trying desperately to keep up with all the stories but with starting an original one...its been hard. Well.... I hope you enjoy it... not sure if its worthy of the elapsed time but I tried

Chapter 7- Here without you. . .

Logan woke up with a start, a painfully numbing sensation swept over his being—he was alone. Groggily, his hand caressed the cooling vacant space beside him where Rayne had last been; he jumped out of bed and rushed out of his room without a second thought as to his appearance.

"Morning Logan," an adolescent voice called to him as he approached. "I hadn't expected you to be up so early. . . what with you being cooped up with Rayne the entire night." Amusement left Bobby's eyes when he scanned James' face quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothin'," the gruff voice that answered betrayed his true emotions. He instinctively knew that something was wrong. It was the same feeling that he got when Rogue ran off. It was times like this when his animalistic senses horned in, telling him that something was amiss, and if he didn't figure out what that something was—there would be consequences to pay.

Logan brusquely made his was through the hallways and secret passages with nothing but his sweatpants on, not giving a damn how he appeared to the other mutants—he was bent on finding out what was going on.

"Xavier," his voice, laden with concern, filtered through the air once he was in the presence of the professor.

Charles Xavier's wheelchair was already turning towards the half-dressed man, "Yes Logan."

"Where's Rayne? Somethin's wrong."

The professor closed his eyes for a mere twenty seconds and then opened them, his shock was visually evident. "Gone, I can't even sense her. I do—"

"Then use Cerebro! I mean how could you have missed something like this? You're the world's greatest telepath and yet you can't even keep tabs on one of the runaway mutants that we had just saved from those damned hunters!! This school is supposed to be a sanctuary and yet somehow you manage to have the place taken over and girls go missing," Logan drew in a quick breath. He didn't know what had come over him but it was making him even more irrational than usual and he didn't like it much.

"Calm down Logan, we'll find her. I'll notify Scott and Ororo and then we'll figure out the best course of action. Alright?"

"Yeah Chuck."



'Ugh, that's it. Not going anywhere without Logan.' Rayne mused as her eyes fluttered open to blurry grey surroundings that slowly came into focus. The ceiling was far above her and made of concrete, the ground cold as stone—which indicated that it was made of the same material as the ceiling. Rayne tilted her head to the side, cracking her neck in a "Logan-type" fashion, gathering herself together before she could try to make out the worst of her situation.

Straining her ears, she tried to detect any signs of movement that would indicate an enemy nearby...but among the almost deafening silence, all she could make out was the distinct and regular breathing patterns of maybe three or four people.

"Lyra," she said softly through bared teeth—trying not to indicate it was she who was talking in case they were being monitored. Instead of a response, she heard a faint whimper to the left of her. Tilting her head slightly, she saw her feline looking friend; she had a large gash on her face where the fur was matted with blood. There might have been more visible wounds but Rayne didn't have the time to look at them.

Voices wafted through the air—male, official sounding. Panic flooded Rayne's mind, yet she lay absolutely still, especially when she heard a distant door opening.

"So, you actually did something right for once lieutenant. I thought when this day came I would die in shock," the voice was deep and malicious—it sent chills down her spine. She remembered that voice, it chimed in her mind, claiming recognition but providing no answers to who it belonged to.



The boy looked up at her, bright blue eyes clouded at the moment as he smiled slightly in her direction. He was a decent looking boy, clean cut face that at the moment had brown stubbles on his chin from the lack of a razor, framed by light brown hair that he wore long at the moment.

A moan escaped his lips as his eyes opened slowly, before scanning the ceiling in a dazed manner. Suddenly, as his mind shouted a single word to him, pounding it relentlessly in his mind trying to make an impression, Joshua shot straight up in bed.

"Rayne," his voice croaked, and he raised his complying arm to slide himself off of the table where he had lain for the past several days.

As he shifted his weight to his legs, his knees wobbled and he began to feel light-headed; he shook off the pain and unstable feelings, to make his way slowly to the door of the white med-lab he was in.