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.

Blix: Hehe, glad you're happy! You can tell it's going to be a good story next with Siren there XD

Omala Moola: Short.. but effective o.o

Jenny: Well, Charles can't be perfect all the time =P Yah, we like Michael!! You'll find out about her brother in the next story ;D

Chapter 62

A wash of relief cascaded around the entire plane as the mansion came into view. The sun was just rising in Westchester and so a wonderful glow floated around the magnificent building, shadows stretching delicately across the manicured lawns. Slowly and gently the plane began to descend from the sky. The basketball court didn't open to the foreign plane coming towards it, so it was guided to land upon the court itself.

Stiffened legs traipsed down the ramp to allow feet to gradually meet the warm flooring of the familiar court. As everyone gathered outside, all eyes lifted upon the mansion, expressions of comfort turning worried and darkened as brains noted the destruction and damage that had been left in wake of the Government.

Many sections of wall had been reduced to rubble, windows were smashed and a consistent trail of glass and stone travelled in across the once perfect and pristine carpets. Oak walls were now charred and streaked with water. Many of the beautiful objects Charles owned were either smashed to the floor or ruined by the once living flames.

As the group entered quietly, Charles watched over his home with a certain air of sadness and disappointment. His eyes were shadowed and had lost their sparkle, memories of the attack played through his mind. At how unmercifully did the flames devour his home, at how sudden the blasts rocketed through their school, how soon it took to drive him and his mutants out of their sanctuary.

His head lowered slowly, lids closing over his sorrowful eyes. A gloved hand proceeded to rest on the wise man's shoulder in silent comfort. His eyes prised open to glance at the hand, and words uttered his thoughts, "I am all right Logan. But it's going to take a lot of work to sort this out."

"Are you going to contact somebody to restore the mansion?" Asked Michael quietly, stepping towards the man.

"This place needs to remain secret. Anyway, why do we need to call in workers when we have a group of able mutants?" Said Logan with a smirk as he lifted a table to place it neatly by the wall under a saved painting. A spilt vase had landed uncracked and Logan replaced it on the table's top, "We can do this together."

Charles smiled slowly at Logan, giving a nod at his words. He then turned to where Lenny stood bashfully to one side. Charles extended the smile to him also and the human stepped towards him, "Thank you, Charles Xavier."

Many eyes glanced upon the human slowly.

"I've done nothing." Replied the Professor calmly with a smile.

"You showed me my faults.."

"And you corrected them, not I."

Lenny quietened, and just gave a slow nod to Charles.

"I'm sure you wife and child will be dreadfully worried about you. I would go home and relieve them of their grief."

Lenny gave a quick nod, expression becoming worried itself, "Oh! You're right! I must go and see them! Thank you.. thank you!" He cried before he turned to run at full pelt out of the mansion and out across the woods back to the airport to retrieve his vehicle.

Charles looked back to the rest with a smile, "Right.. let's get to work." He announced softly before he turned to the corridor of rubble. The surrounding mutants slowly came forth and began to right the fallen items. Some floated oddly through the air, bricks were summoned back to their respectful places in the wall. Carpets were regenerated slowly. All kinds of powers dashed here and there as every mutant took part in restoring the building. And in slow motion the restoration flooded across the building, glass scattering before joining it's brothering shards, and burnt cinders disappearing with a satisfying hiss.

Michael continued to summon walls back together, whilst Logan took care of the heavier items on the floor. A gust of wind sent ashes blowing free outside, a sprinkle of water cleansing the carpet.

As he worked, Logan glanced over to where Charles watched them gently, "D'you think we'll be all right now? With the virus gone?"

"Well, I daresay the attacks will be unlikely now, but we cannot rule out all danger."

"So we're not safe yet then?" Asked Storm quietly, turning to Charles.

"No.. not yet.." Replied Charles quietly, glancing over to where Siren stood inaudibly, drawn away from the activity. Charles's eyes then closed gently and a frown graced his brow.

"Charles?" Questioned a worried voice.

"What is it?"

"I have a feeling we were foretold of this worry I have on my heart.." Charles whispered as he glanced over his mutants.. of Xavier's School for the Gifted.

THE END!!

I know it was short! I'm sorry, I didn't want to drag it out and waffle randomly. o.o

But we've reached the end.. did you like??