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Chapter 59

It's time to go.

The words popped into both Logan and Aurora's minds, and they both exchanged smiles at the familiar voice in their head. And so, with the rain still cascading around them in the light shower the pair lifted to their feet and slowly made their way to the window that led them here. Logan hopped gently through first, his hand then outstretching to help Aurora through. When she quietly landed, Logan kept his hand in hers for a few seconds before he slipped it to rest to carefully over her shoulders in a gentle half hug.

"Come on then.." He muttered softly, the pair now walking towards the lounge in which Charles's scent pulsed from.

As Logan and Aurora quietly opened the door their eyes met the small group of elder mutants gathered. All turned and glanced at the entries, nodding at their appearance. Charles was watching the pair somewhat closely but calmly. It appeared a smile managed to grace his face for the first time in days.

"I have arranged for a private plane. Enough for the students and us. The plane will them be left in Westchester to be picked up by the USA equivalent of the hire company." Said Charles quietly, eyes slowly moving amongst them, "The plane should be landing any minute."

"They are letting you use a plane to fly mutants to America?" Asked Ghost somewhat incredulously.

"Let's just say, I have a way with words." Said Charles knowingly, nodding gently at her, "It is quite a situation. I don't normally use my powers like this."

"All right.. so.. are the students ready to leave?" Asked Scott whose bandage could be seen on his chest through the buttoned white shirt he wore.

Charles nodded, "I told them telepathically to be prepared. Jayne had kindly offered that the students could keep their clothes."

At this Jayne silently nodded from her position behind Charles.

The X-Men slowly manoeuvred themselves into the main hallway, glancing to where the students stood in wait for them. As Jayne passed she spotted Psycho stood in the shadows behind the stairs, watching her icily.

"Saying goodbye Psycho?" She called gently, forcing a small smile the eccentric mutant's way.

Psycho made a low snort, "Mutants are risking everything to go to America. Bad things are happening. Bad things are coming to Westchester. X-Men should stay in Britain where it is safe."

Logan frowned, stepping forward, "What the hell are you on about?"

Psycho's glare snapped to Logan, "The past is coming back.. Bad things are going to happen. Bad things."

Jayne frowned at him, turning to Charles, "He makes no sense.. let's go.."

Charles nodded to her gently. The X-Men then wished their goodbyes upon the other mutants before the great doors opened and the mutants travelled out into the sunshine, treading over the damp gravel of the driveway. Their path led them through the infamous gargoyle gates and to the petite road running through the countryside. In the field opposite, a plane had landed, a man stood at the door waving them over.

"It's time to go.." Muttered Charles softly. He glanced over his shoulders to his old home before he followed the mutants towards the plane to go back to America..

Just as Logan stepped out onto the damp tarmac of the road, a familiar voice reached his ears, shouting from the distance. He turned slowly, to scrutinize at a running figure on the road coming towards them.

"Logan! Logan!"

Logan tilted his head, wondering, and then it hit his as the scent did, "Michael!"

The pleasant bartender now arrived in front of them, breath heavy from his run from the village, "'Ey up Logan!" Grinned Michael who then peered round Logan to see the large group of mutants, over a hundred with all the staff and students. And then one human, "Bloody 'ell." Commented Michael as he watched them, "Goin' on a trip?"

"Yup, a trip back home." Said Logan with a grin.

"Hey.." Said Michael somewhat timidly to the older of the mutants, the X- Men.

All politely returned their greeting, but left the talking to Logan.

"So.. did you bring my bike back?" Asked Michael, glancing around Logan as if expecting it to magically appear.

Logan's expression dropped.

Michael's face tightened at the features of Logan, "Aw God.."

"I'm sorry Mike.. it got screwed when it smashed against a tree.. Threw me and Aurora right off."

Aurora gave a quick nod to Michael in defence to Logan, "It did.. it was a complete accident."

Michael gave a small sigh and shook his head, "Ah.. never mind. At least you completed y'quest o'savin' us mutants."

Logan gave a small smirk; spreading his arms gently to allow his broad chest to be in plain view, "Throw one at me for it." He chuckled.

"Oh aye? I'm goin' to punch an adamantium ribcage?"

"You know about that?"

"Aye Logan, got told about you when I came up here one day..."

"Mm.."

"But, you have an adamantium skeleton.."

"Yeah.."

"So.." Michael then drew back his right fist and sent his chunky arm and large balled up paw to strike Logan in the gut. His fist met soft flesh and muscle, not adamantium. Logan gave a loud gasp and staggered back slightly, doubling over at the punch as it winded him sharply.

Michael laughed heartily as he spoke, "But ya don't have a skeleton over ya stomach!"

Many of the mutant's eyes widened at the man who had effectively caused some injury to the great metal Wolverine. But Logan didn't seem in the least bit annoyed. He just chuckled and patted Michael on the arm, "Good move." He announced roughly, raising a surly brow, "You sure got some practice in y'arms."

Michael chuckled, outstretching the same hand to Logan's, "Good luck, mate."

Logan nodded as his hand took the other mutants, "Yeah.."

There was a surge of power between the pair as a friendship immediately blossomed. Then.. instantly.

"Come to America." Said Logan.

"What?" Exclaimed Michael, surprised.

"Come to America." Repeated Logan seriously, watching the man at eye level, for the pair did indeed share their heights.

"But Logan.. here.. here I have.."

"What do you have here?"

"Nothing."

"Then come with us." Said Logan, glancing over his shoulder where he met a nod of approval from Charles, "Michael.. You're the first guy I have considered as a friend for a long time. Too long."

Michael glanced over the group quietly, "Come with you.. To this school.. For mutants?"

"For mutants." Repeated Aurora quietly; smiling gently to him as she tenderly took Logan's arm.

"Well, for a guy that has nothin' here.. it sure is tempting.. America. I've always wanted to go.."

"Then do." Offered Sora quietly, holding baby Destiny close to her left hip. Both of them were watching the man.

"I am!" Announced Michael with a grin, "Wait for me, mate!" He called as he turned to sprint down the lane back to his flat.

Logan turned back to the group, a satisfied and pleased grin on his face. With so many positive things happening, defeating the virus, Aurora, and now Michael, it was hard to wipe the happiness from his face.

A short while later, Michael had arrived with an ecstatic smile of pleasure on his features and he dragged a hefty suitcase of belongings up to the plane. Logan had to chuckle at this, for the happiness radiated off the balding man like an aura. He was literally bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. Somewhat like a child, an overage schoolboy, with delightful dimples and rosy cheeks to match.

The plane had shortly lifted from the damp grass of the Yorkshire countryside, and the engines roared their approval of flight as they burst into the sky sharply. The bringer of the plane waved them off before jumping on his specially brought motorbike and speeded off back to his base after a signature and cash.

The sky was now free of the heavy thunderclouds, and the pristine blue was merely dotted by pure clouds which floated gently by, offering the world below a few droplets of rain that fell like miniature diamonds under the heavy beating of the late summer sun. Just after the journey had got going for a good length of time, the plane was passing over the darker grounding of the familiar city, London. Just then, Charles looked towards Scott as he directed the plane, "Scott. Land."

"What? Why??" Asked the shade-wearing mutant.

"There's someone we have to meet." Announced Charles quietly with a simple nod.

I hope you liked it! Just a few more chapters till we end! Might be two. could stretch to three, we'll see! :)