Thanks for all the reviews! If there are any errors in the last chapter (as I have heard there are, spelling and/or grammer wise), then I apologize. Hope you enjoy this smallish update!

Back in Westchester, it appeared that there could be another war on the horizon. Wolverine verses himself. God only knows who would win a battle such as that. He, along, with most of the other X-Men were gathered in the War Room to discuss what should be done. Three of their comrades were noticeably missing, however. One was Iceman, still slowly recovering from his near- death experience, and of course, Storm and Gambit. The tension in the room was so thick that Logan could have sliced at it with his claws. The others sat around the huge conference table, just staring at each other. Wolverine, on the other hand, passed back and forth. He was furious.

"Why them?!" He barked. "They were supposed to be after me, Goddamnit! I killed that flamin' soldier! Why them?!" His words bounced off the steel walls of the room like a beam of light, reflecting off each X-Man. They were all thinking the same thing, although none wanted to say it. He's right. Why them?

Finally, the professor spoke up. "Logan, perhaps you should calm down..."

A growl, and a thrust of adamantium into the six-inch steel wall was the response. Bits of steel and a burst of sparks caused by metal hitting metal showered the man. "I don't wanna calm down, Chuck!" His beady eyes seemed about ready to pop out of their sockets. Every vein in his face was visible, as was ever razor- sharp tooth. These were the times when it was easy to see how some people could have mistaken him for an animal. He could be absolutely terrifying when he wanted to.

But Professor Xavier was not perturbed easily. If you do not calm down, he replied telepathically. I will be forced to incapacitate you with a hypnotic suggestion.

Claws barred towards the man he normally regarded as the biggest single influence in his life, he did something he would normally have never done. He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him several inches out of his hover chair. "Try it, bub. You just try it and I'll..."

Most of the others were at their feet by now, pulling Wolverine off of him. It took several of them. Charles dropped back into his chair, unhurt. "Logan!" Jean said, shocked. "I know you're upset, but do you really think that acting this way is going to help Storm and Gambit any?" She went over to where Bishop and Rogue had him restrained. She was the most beautiful woman Logan had ever seen. Long, flowing red hair. Soft emerald green eyes. So strong, yet so delicate...Damn, he loved her. Had for years now. If only the feeling had been mutual. He stopped struggling and relaxed slightly. Bishop and Rogue knew better than to let go, however.

"It shoulda been me, Jeannie," he whispered. She was so near now that he felt surrounded by her scent. Lost in her delicious pheromones...

"I know," she said. "But it wasn't. And you have to accept that. We're going to try and find them. But we need your help. We can't do it without you."

Grinding his teeth, he shook his head. It was almost a defeated move, Jean noted with surprise. This is harder for him then we all realized. "Jesus, Jeannie," He said softly. "If anything happens to Storm and the baby, how can I live with myself?"

She leaned in closer. Logan felt her soft lips as they almost nuzzled his whiskery face. "Nothing is going to happen," she whispered. "We'll find them. Okay?"

If he could have kept her this close forever, he would have disagreed in a heartbeat. But unfortunately that wasn't going to happen. He could almost sense Cyclops nearby, always swooping in to take what he wanted. But this time, he let him. Much as he didn't like, Jean and ol' One-Eye were always going to be together. "Okay," he told her. "Let's do it."

Bobby Drake sat in the wheelchair that he was still basically confined to, staring out the window of the den. He hated being like this; he hated not being able to help. Sometimes he felt like he was more of a burden then a help to his friends. Although he was not particularly close to either Storm, or especially Gambit, he was still very worried. More then anything, he just wanted them to be okay. But he knew that he wasn't a little kid anymore, and that it was stupid to think that everything always turns out okay in the end. This was reality, and just like it said in the movie, Reality Bites.

Behind him, Bobby heard the familiar sound of professor Xavier's hover chair. He didn't say anything as he maneuvered it into the room and stopped right next to his young student.

"Any word?" Bobby asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

Charles shook his head. "I am afraid not. Everyone is home for the time being at my insistence, so that they can eat and get a few hours sleep. Everyone that is, except Logan."

Bobby grinned. "I heard he almost flattened you in the Danger Room the other day, Prof. Why didn't you fry him for it?"

Charles smiled slightly at his youngest student. "You have a lot to learn about what it takes to be a good leader, Robert."

"And Logan has a lot to learn about what it means to be a teamplayer. I woulda fried him for it," Bobby said, only half- joking. "He sure is persistent, though."

"He won't give up until he finds them. And neither will anyone else, for that matter. Do not worry, Bobby, we will find them."

"It's the Friends of Humanity, Prof, it's gotta be. They shot me, and now they're after Gambit and Storm." He scowled, glaring out the window as if it was somehow its fault. "After what Logan told us, it's gotta be them."

Charles nodded. "Yes, I agree that is the most likely scenario. But they have headquarters all over the country, and unfortunately we do not know where the majority of them are. I have tried to psychically contact them, but have not had any luck. Neither has Cerebro, for that matter. If it is indeed the Friends of Humanity, they are doing an excellent job of shielding them from us."

"I don't get it," he said, shaking his head. "I thought they wanted Logan. He killed that soldier. Why Gambit and Storm? It doesn't make any sense."

All the professor could do was shrug. "I do not know, Bobby. We all assumed they were after Logan. Even he assumed it. In fact, as you have no doubt heard, he is pretty upset that it wasn't him. The only thing we can conjecture is that they are using Remy and Ororo to get to Logan. I pray that is the case."

Bobby's jaw dropped slightly. "You prey that's the case?"

Charles turned to the window, watching the sun as it slowly set behind the clouds. The end of another day. Another unfortunate one, filled with uncertainties and fears. "There could be more to this, Robert," he said, still looking out the window. "The fact that Gambit and Storm were specifically chosen, I feel is significant. I haven't told this to the others because it is only a suspicion. But I have been sensing a growing presence lately. No where specific, but definitely something...evil. I think that the F.O.H. are not the only ones involved in this."

Bobby stared at him, horrified. "And whatever that is wants Gambit and Storm?"

Charles nodded. "Perhaps."

"But what is it?"

"I do not know, Bobby. I can only conjecture at this point. Perhaps I am totally off base. Perhaps it is solely the work of the F.O.H. As I said before, I prey it is."

Bobby nodded and sighed heavily, briefly letting the anger get the better of him. Unfortunately, the professor was rarely totally off base with anything. He slammed his fist hard against the armrest of his chair. "Damn!" He swore. "I should be out there, professor! I hate this! I can't stand just sitting around here doing nothing while everyone is trying to find them!"

"I understand your feelings, Bobby, believe me." Charles said, patting him on the shoulder. "But the best thing you can do is rest and recover. You are an invaluable part of the X-Men and we need you."

Although it was not the first time he had heard the professor reassure him how important he was to the team, it did help to hear it now. "Thanks, professor. I appreciate it. I just..."

Charles nodded, and psychically replied, I won't allow evil to win here, Robert. The X-Men do not abandon their own, and we will be one again. Trust in that. ---

I know, I know, it's not much. Any guesses as to who's really behind this? Well, I'll tell you this much. Whoever it is, they're going to play a big part in the series. Well, anyway, please review. They'll be more next time...