I'm sorry it's been so long...there was a personal crisis...you don't want me to get into it.

sigh so...here it is.

Chapter 2

Logan raced on his motorbike back to the institute; the kids had gone gallivanting off to another time and as their guardian (while professor Wagner was in the medical ward and the rest of the teachers were off at a conference in Washington) he was responsible, he shouldn't have left to go riding.

As he pulled up to the mansion he saw the x-van in the driveway.

The other teachers were home.

Logan silently cursed, put his motorcycle away and entered the mansion. He was immediately greeted by a nagging high-pitched voice.

"Where are the students Logan?!" said the voice, he turned to face the old woman to whom the voice belonged.

Her hair was brown with a few wisps of gray, and tied in a loose bun behind her head, she was small and skinny and was wearing a lot of pastels, mostly pink.

"Hey half-pint." He greeted her. She narrowed her eyes.

"What have I said about calling me half-pint? I'm a grown woman now and my name is Kathrin."(sp?) Logan growled quietly and nodded. "Now, where are the children?"

Logan sighed and recounted the story to miss Pryde, when he had finished she just stared at him for a second, then shook her head.

"I'll go inform the others."

She took off up the stairs and returned with the rest of the teachers.

The first was an old man with a kind face and white hair; he was tall and wore a brown suit. His name was Jamie Madrox.

The next was his daughter, Anna Madrox, a young woman with short brown hair, kindly brown eyes and a round, child like face, she wore a blue skirt and high heels with a white v-neck, long sleeved shirt.

The third was Professor Wagner's wife, Amanda, although she was not a mutant, she taught the students most of their mainstream schooling since the war started and mutants were outlawed, and therefore not allowed to attend public school. She had long straight gray hair and moon shaped glasses; she wore a flowered t-shirt and brown khaki's.

The final of the four was Amanda and Kurt's son, Ehren. A demonic looking man in his late thirties, he had soft, brown skin like his mother, yellow eyes, fangs, a spaded tail like his father, pointed ears, horns protruding from his bald head and a goatee of black hair. He wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans.

Once all the teachers had arrived and Miss Pryde had filled them in on what was going on. They all decided they had better go see Forge at once and try to find a way to retrieve the children from 1999, but as they were heading out the door, Logan stopped Amanda and Ehren.

"I think one of you better stay behind...the elf'll need someone to take care of 'im." He said to them in a gruff but remorseful tone.

Their eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Take care of him?" Amanda questioned "...Why?"

"He had a heart attack, while you where away." Logan replied. Their eyes widened in horror and concern.

"Kurt, oh Kurt! I shouldn't have gone away! I should have stayed here with him!" Amanda stated sobbing and Ehren patted her on the back comfortingly, but you could tell this news had upset him deeply as well.

"Is he okay?" Ehren asked while holding his sobbing mother. Logan nodded.

"He'll be fine. I'll take ya' to 'im."

There was going to be more...but I'd never get around to it and people are bugging me to update, there it is!

Thank you to ever one who is nice.

God that was short...if you flame me I'll die...shrivel up into a scab and die.

I'm sorry.