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Chapter 61

Explosions and screaming, exclamations and shooting.

"NO!!"

"Oh my God!"

"Charles!!"

Logan's eyes widened in horror as the bullets ripped from the pistols and roared through the air in a sluggishly slow speed. Mockingly slowed by his brain as the metal pieces of death fired towards the great mutant. Logan's insides chillingly stillened as he saw Charles's expression turn to one of surprise and shock. It was clear in this ridiculously slow moment that Charles had indeed not expected her to retaliate so.

"Stop!"

Logan staggered, though in shock or relief, he couldn't quite decide. For the bullets had literally stopped in mid-air, about an inch from Charles's forehead. Many of the mutants had made haphazard leaps towards Charles in vain to try and stop the bullets killing him. But no one reached in time. And all witnessed the stop of the bullets.

"Who the hell do you think y'are?!" Cried a voice.

Heads snapped to the figure behind Charles. A hand was raised and was held firm, as were the bullets.

Michael.

Siren's eyes slid dangerously upon Michael, "I do not know, who in hell do you think you are?" She said in a threateningly calm voice.

Michael's palm closed and the bullets fell harmlessly to the gritty tarmac, "I'm nobody, lass. Nobody. But it don't stop me protecting others."

"Want me to kill you then, Monsieur Nobody?" Siren sneered softly, straightening from the bonnet of the car, pistols outstretched.

"Are you foolish enough to try?" Asked Scott softly, giving a small smile as he felt footsteps as the X-Men behind him gain fighting stances.

"Non Monsieur. Siren is not foolish." Siren turned her steady gaze coolly upon Scott, "But it is not I who came looking for the trouble. That was le professeur.."

"Who I'm sure deeply regrets his choice." Growled Logan softly, his head staying firm as his eyes slid to fixate his glare upon Charles.

"But I don't." Said Charles softly, straightening in his seat, "You wanted us to land Siren. You wanted us to come back for you."

"Wait a minute.. Come back for her??" Snarled Logan, expression relaxing as realisation dawned.

"Yes." Said Charles softly, watching Siren.

"Monsieur, I am a thief. Siren is not one to join a team.."

"Is that why you left your brother in America?" Charles asked quietly.

"Professeur! I warned you!"

"I know."

"Siren will only cause disruption like she has done many times before! Siren needs to remain alone.."

"But I am offering.. and you are going against yourself." Charles softly spoke, watching Siren steadily, "Battling against your mind is one thing, but the war against your hearts desires cannot be defeated.." At this, a pointed glance was sent to Logan.

"After everything..?"

"After everything Adrienne." Charles then gave a small smile, "Believe me.. I have had worse from many of my students and team. Some too are stubborn.." Another glance to Logan. Logan was becoming extremely frustrated by the hints and glowered his heated expression to Charles, "But they overcome the difficulties.. in time."

"Professor.. are you serious about this?" Asked Storm softly, stepping towards the disabled mutant.

"I disapprove of war amongst mutants. So let's make this another union.. "

"But.. you live at a school.. what if I do not like it?"

"I can arrange transport home any time, Adrienne. But I am offering you an opportunity to live, and not risk your life."

"Alright.." Said Siren softly, "I accept."

"Oh.. here we go.." Murmured Logan with a roll of eyes as the mutants gathered onto the plane. Within a few minutes the plane burst to life and rocketed into the dimming sky and to the dark horizon of the West to head back home.. to America..

And as Logan sat there, watching the mutants around him. He felt a wave of harmony creep over him unlike before, as calm and peace once more washed over the mutant population. He wished that this aura of tranquillity would linger. For it felt so right. But he had a gut feeling.. Deep down. But didn't he always? The ever-pessimistic Wolverine? He glanced to Aurora gently, tightening his hand on her shoulder as he watched her sleep. Peace was good. But as he watched Siren become a tad too giddy with one of the very impressionable older male students, he was sure that next year.. the school was in for a rough ride.

In more ways than one..

This is an ending to the X-Men in Britain but not to THOH story, a few more chappies yet!!!