Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them. Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my own.

Throughout story:

" " = Speech

' ' = Thoughts

^ ^ = Telepath

Ironic: *clings* NEW REVIEWER! Group hug! *invites in every reviewer and all her characters for a biiiiiiiig group hug* ^^ Hehe. I'm glad you like it so much! I love knowing that my story is enjoyed! Don't worry, this is gonna be a long story anyway, but after this, I have more planned, and they are thorough, all linking. I can hardly let this die away can I now? I love it too much!

TheWolf: Yup, we will be getting into Logan and Aurora more, cos they got to get to London together, and Aurora's not too pleased with him at the mo.. I'm not surprised.. but then again, neither have admitted their feelings.. but she's acting as if they have.. so it kinda proves she does have feelings for our Logan.. yeah XP

Jenny: Well.. it was more  a line to show that Bandit is a sneaky sort of character.. it was a way to agitate Logan. But it's from when there was the fight outside with Logan and Aurora and Charles has said a little something about his past.

Chapter 30

            The patio outside was now clear of the large throb of mutants, only a few still lingered in the seats, inhaling the spring breeze idly. The sun had rose more in the sky, the bright orb hovering triumphantly, held up powerfully in the pale sapphire sky. The chirps of birds mixed with the lazy humming of passing bees which travelled to flower heads and paused momentarily before buzzing away, leaving the flower heads gently waving in their wake.

Logan had his booted feet up upon the table, ankles crossed whilst he slouched back into the chair. His arms were loosely folded and his head leant back against the wooden back of his chair. He watched the sky in silence, eyes following a passing butterfly. The other inhabitants at the table were Charles, Aurora, Scott, and Jayne; each sat in pleasant silence, mulling over the words of the meeting.

"Won't all the mutants in London be dead then?" Suddenly said Logan, who was still looking at the sky.

"Apparently not, I can still pinpoint many who are not yet effected." Answered Charles thoughtfully.

Jayne's brow now rose, "So.. however this virus is created, it's not sent out in a continuous flow?"

Scott looked in her direction fondly, smiling feebly as she produced an intelligent suggestion.

Charles nodded to her, "Precisely. It may come in the form of waves.. think of a stone hitting water, the ripples move out and fade, the effects milder at the end, whereas in the very centre are the worse effects. But the ripple only passes over a particular spot once with the one drop of the stone.. like one release of the virus."

"So.. with a release of the virus each day.. one wave of the virus attacks daily.. and so.. it sometimes misses?"

Charles nodded, "Yes.. and that is our advantage."

All of a sudden, through the opened double doors of the patio skidded Bobby, panic carved into every feature of his face, "Its got Rogue!!" He shouted, running across to them and trying to grab someone for help, desperately shouting and turning sharply in all directions, "It's got her!!"

Logan's face slowly transformed into an alarmed expression; His eyes relaxed and his lips parted gently. He whipped his boots off the table and threw himself to his feet. With a pounding and unmatchable run, he followed the scent of Rogue.. behind him tore Bobby, and the three other mutants, Charles wheeled out of the doorways into the corridor to watch their exit with a face of concern for the poisonous skinned girl.

            As the five turned the final corridor hurriedly, they saw Rogue on the floor, violently shaking. Logan was in the lead, a good distance in front. He threw himself down upon the floor on his knees. His hands desperately grabbed Rogue, and he turned her over on her back.. Her face was horrifying. Her own mutation had taken hold of her. Wretched creases in her face, the deadly poison of her mutation working away at her very life. Her eyes stared helplessly, unmoving whilst her body shook with the force of the attack. With each shake her hands fell limp on the wooden floor, smacking it repeatedly with the violent trembling.

Bobby was now beside Logan, staring with terror as his girlfriend suffered, "What do we do?!"

Logan watched her shaking body, thoughts running through his mind, "We need to remove her mutation.."

"WHAT?!" Screeched Bobby.

"We have to! Hers is so powerful it's gonna kill her!"

The surrounding mutants could only watch in alarm as Logan threw his hands down upon the horribly textured skin of her cheeks. As before, he could feel the tremendous jerk of his very inner as Rogue's astonishing power seeped up through his fingertips. As their powers were shared.. Rogue's suffering lessened and her body began to slow down. But Logan could feel the thrashing of the virus now pound into him.. even though his mutation could normally battle it.. now he had given some of his ability to Rogue, he was substantially weakened.

Rogue's body came to a peaceful halt, the familiar hideous scarrings that always marked a victim's skin of Rogue's toxin faded.. and left smooth supple cheeks as they always were. Logan suddenly threw his hands off Rogue as though he had grabbed a live current. He dragged himself away from the group limply, pulling himself across the floor, like a wounded soldier in battle. When his weakened limbs gave into the heaving of adamantium weight he collapsed on the floor, trying his best to fight the urge to let the illness take over him.

Aurora ran over to him.. Logan had now pressed himself against the wall, face imaging the agony he was going through. Not only had Rogue's poison infected him.. but also the immoral virus. He had tightly curled up upon himself, the torture silent.

"Logan!" Cried Aurora, trying to prise his hands from his face. Logan was trying to control himself, but the turmoil of pain was urging him to give in and let it attack him and bring him down.

He let out a roar of agony, claws thrusting out of his fists helplessly as he tried to battle with it. He could feel the illness taking over his limbs slowly, trying to take control.

"What's happening to him?" Cried Aurora, her head whipping round to the other mutants.

Jayne glanced down to the now peaceful Rogue, then to the trembling Wolverine, "The virus tries to kill a mutant with their powers.."

"But he can heal.."

"So it's going to disable his healing.. and make him kill himself." Jayne now hurried over.

"He wouldn't have got infected if he hadn't have weakened his mutation.. he could have fought it effortlessly." Said Scott softly.

Jayne was now holding on Logan's right arm as it shook, the claws stretched out of his fist thirstily, "It's took over him!" She cried, as his arm bent back as tried to stab at its owner, "It'll die out, we need to get him through this unharmed!"

Each mutant now grabbed onto the Wolverine, who's fists were now trying to slice at his face which had an image of terror as he was confronted by his own claws, now unable to control them. The skeleton of adamantium was of an incredible strength and the mutants were struggling. Bobby lifted his palm and the familiar icy mist escaped and travelled over Logan's fists. The mist transformed to ice.. and his claws and fists were now enveloped and harmless. But still he involuntarily thrashed beneath them as his mind told his body to kill whilst his heart begged for mercy.

Just then, round the corner turned Beast, who stopped dead in his tracks at the sight.. A silent body of a girl.. and a shaking Wolverine drowned by four bodies.

"Beast!! Come and help us, we've got to stop him hurting himself!" Cried Jayne.

Beast didn't question her. The hulk of muscle nodded with a grunt and ran towards then with an incredible thumping run. The other mutants parted obligingly as Beast struck. He forced his inhuman stretch upon the limbs of Logan and forced the fists to a safer place.

At last.. Logan's body seemed to relaxed.. and the melting ice fell from his claws as they sank back into his fists. Wearied and weakened, the mutants lifted off Logan; only Beast had managed to hold him effortlessly. Logan glanced to them slowly, exhausted, "God.." He said in a breath of words. His head sank back and hit the floor.

Aurora threw herself on top of him, her arms flinging round his sturdy shoulders, "Logan.."

Logan softly groaned, hugging her gently.

Beast now bent to Rogue and lifted her gently, carrying her tenderly to the infirmary of the mansion with the other mutants following.

Now, only Aurora and Logan were left in the sun streaked corridor..

Softly, Aurora sighed, "I thought we were gonna lose you.."

"Nah.. you ain't ever gonna. I'm here to stay me" Logan chuckled weakly; wincing softly from vigorous stretching the virus had done to his limbs.

"I hope so.." Said Aurora quietly. She then pondered on continuing.. but she didn't dare.

Her heart almost skipped a beat when Logan began to talk.

"I.."

Aurora stared..  Is this it?

Logan had a small smile on his face, his head dropping back on the floor tiredly, "I think I need a beer.."

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That was evil of me.. Oooh. :P

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