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

Jenny: Because if Charles contacted Scott telepathically Scott would be talking to thin air.. but mainly because I didn't think of that.. oh well. . But hey, it was a good image to see Scott jumping when his phone went off ^^ But don't forget, people aren't out to get them at the moment, they're out to get Logan. And remember, most of the public are still in the dark about mutants.

TheWolf: *hangs head in shame* I'm sowwie. ;.;

Blix: Even so.. pain!

Chapter 40

            Logan subconsciously felt his face smack against the ground with a horrible force. Mud splashed round his features and he felt several joints crack nastily at the impact into the ditch. He made an incoherent groan, leaving his left cheek in the mud of the ditch. He couldn't find it in him to lift himself up.. there and then.. he felt like leaving. He could feel his mind shutting down, refusing to participate in anymore of the ridiculous stunts its body had to offer.

His eyes blearily scanned the darkness.. the shadows were treacherous and he could only just make some basic detail. Through the watery mud he made a small shift, his head slapping heavily down against the sludge, not wanting to leave. His eyes slowly watched his surroundings, trying to work out what had just happened.

He felt as through a hole had just been carved into his gut when he saw Aurora a few feet behind him.

She wasn't moving.

            Aurora was much in the same position as Logan, body also contemplating over whether it was worth risking movement. She could hear Logan gently shuffling, and she let out a heavy exhale of relief. She forgot that she has been holding her breath, since the impact knocked all air out of her.

That was all Logan needed to know that she was alive. He craned his head down to look at her, but she still wasn't looking his way.

Aurora lightly flinched some of her limbs.. just testing if anything had been broken. Her heart basked gleefully as she found full use of her legs. Whereas Logan had an adamantium skeleton, he was perfectly fine, limbs correct.. but he was frozen with the shock of the accident. Aurora pushed herself up lightly with her adamantiumed hand. Her face peeled from the wet mud, her once neat hair now straggled and dripping with the sludge. Strands stuck across her forehead and cheek firmly, the dirt caking them there. Logan just watched her sit up, relief continuously pounding through his veins. But he felt as though the supply had been cut off when he saw Aurora wince.

Aurora looked to her right arm, where her flesh was smooth and unmarred by the works of Stryker. Her shoulder limply hung, blood running slowly across her arm to fingertips before splashing down into the shallow water at the bottom of the ditch.

Aurora made another noise of pain as she climbed up the steep banking to sit upon the grass at the top where Logan was. He only just hit the edge of the ditch.. Whereas she fell right inside. Logan pushed himself up silently, he watched her with concern glimmering in his eyes. His face was still smeared with the dirty mud and blood was running down his left cheek from an open wound on his forehead that was slowly healing.

Aurora looked to him, their exchange wordless. Logan looked to her shoulder a moment, it was in an odd position, some damage obviously done, and Aurora was doing her best to hide the pain from her face.

Logan shuffled over gently, moving to sit beside her. Still the pair in silence. He outstretched a bloodied hand, all wounds disappeared, "Let me help." He said finally, his voice lightly cracking as his first words came to life.

Aurora now looked extremely worried, "Logan.." She said, voice barely a whisper but it was full of fear as he turned to sit behind her.

All quiet vocals were rudely destroyed as Logan pressed his hand to her elbow and shoulder and in one swift and sickening motion he sharply twisted the arm and joints. A crack shrilled the night air, but it was juvenile compared to the agonised scream from Aurora as her dislocated shoulder was returned to its rightful place.

As the vocalised pain subsided Logan quickly wrapped his arms round her shoulders, giving her a comforting hug. He nuzzled to her neck; comforting her from the moment of pain he was to blame for. Aurora made a slight gasp as she held back tears, her adamantiumed hand reaching up to hold tightly upon one of his hands.

As Logan lifted his head away from her shoulder he made a light kiss at her cheek before he looked to where their bike sat, in all it's glory.. now brought down to it's death, "I don't think Mike'll be gettin' his bike back.." He muttered in a gruff tone, gently standing to his feet and walking over to the bike. His head tilted and cracked as he idly stretched his limbs. He lifted the bike up easily and frowned at its mangled state, "Looks like we'll be walking Aurora."

Aurora lightly pushed herself to her feet, watching the bike with a frown upon her brow, "Seems so." She quietly replied, expression creasing the dried mud upon her cheeks.

Logan turned to her gently, pushing the hair on her cheek from a healing wound, "Come on.." He softly said, his thumb now wiping away the blood from the cut on her cheek. He turned and walked on through the muddy trail, Aurora alongside him, holding her tender shoulder gently.

            Scott looked up as he felt the train slowing, and he looked expectantly out of the window to see a station being pulled into view. He heard a voice call from the above speakers that they had arrived to Selton and immediately footsteps began as every person on the train began to hurry and bustle towards the narrow doors.

Scott obediently followed the shining head of Jayne as she pursued confidently through the crowds, he didn't want to lose her. He scrambled out of the narrow door, now running to get alongside her, "London now?" He said, lifting his bag over a shoulder.

Jayne smiled, nodding her head to him, this causing her reddened locks to shimmer, "Yep."

Scott followed her through the second crowd of humans that day. But this time it was much bigger, more people poured in and out of Selton Station. He peered over the heads of humans, ignoring a couple of stares he got, which were either admiring his appearance, curious to his accent, or plainly inquisitive to his red eyewear, which were dismissed and passed as a new line of fashion.

Scott followed Jayne in silence as she proceeded to the ticket desk with their tickets before swiftly turning again to lead them to the second train. All within a few minutes they were boarding the train to London.

The pair sat down in a little compartment this time, a table was situated between them and curtains were pinned either side of the window. It was obvious this train was meant for the longer journeys.

"Will we be much longer?" Asks Scott, peering interestedly out of the window at the people on the opposite platform.

Jayne shook her head, placing their bags upon the metal rack above them, "Another hour or so I reckon."

Scott then nodded, looking across the small compartment and then out of the glass door to the corridor, "Right.."

Jayne then frowned a moment, a hand lifting to push away a strand of hair, "Logan and Aurora are on foot.."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know.."

"Contact them!" Scott suddenly cried.

"My telepath won't stretch to their distance."

"Well.. At least we know they are close to London then?"

"Yes. But.. I don't know why they're on foot.."

"Maybe they need to walk for the safety of hiding?"

"Likely.." Admitted Jayne, leaning back as the train began to leave the station, gently humming.

Scott nodded, lifting the drink he had bought on the way in and taking a sip, "Not long to go." He said quietly, watching as distant fields reappeared as they left the build up of houses and buildings.

            In the compartment opposite.. neither of them noticed the flashing yellow eyes of the business attired male..

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