Dandelions: 1000   X-Men: 1

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the X-Men and am only borrowing them for my own amusement.

Author's Note:  This chapter is dedicated to my sis for typing it for me because I don't really like to type.  My not liking to type is the reason for the delay, sorry.  I hope you all enjoy, and remember how much I like reviews.  By the way…I'm sure I said it before, sorry but I haven't written Nightcrawler's accent…you'll just have to put it in with your mind.  I'm sure me trying to write it in would only ruin it.

~*thoughts*~

Chapter 16

*** Outside with Nightcrawler  ***

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

      Beast threw himself over the innocent patch of dandelions Nightcrawler was about to pluck. Nightcrawler looked at him obviously confused.

      "You of all people should understand!! You can't hurt them. They're living beings. We have no right to end their simple existence. They have done nothing to deserve such cruelty."

      "I had no idea," Nightcrawler gasped in horror, " I did not mean to end their lives." He dropped the dandelions as his eyes filled with tears at the murders he had committed. Falling to his knees Nightcrawler pleaded the flowers forgive his immoral act.

      "Don't worry Nightcrawler, my friend."

      "Yes, they are in a better place now.  They will feel no more pain."

      "But I must insist you help me inform the others. I shall require your help to prevent more of this heartless behavior."

      "Of course I will help you." Nightcrawler got up from his knees and stood resolutely. "They must see the truth of what they are doing. Come, we must hurry, with every moment many dandelions die."

      Nightcrawler grabbed Beast and they bamfed away to save their puffy friends. As Nightcrawler's smoke cleared, Wolverine stalked out of his hiding place.

      ~* Great, now there's three of 'em protectin' those weeds. This job is never gonna get done. First Jean tells me I'm doing it wrong, and now Beast and the Elf are protecting them. Well, if they're gonna rally for the weeds, I better get someone to stop 'em. *~

      *** Archangel, three miles from the mansion ***

      Archangel walks along on an empty street. There isn't a house in sight and the amount of trees is thinning constantly. The sun begins to beat down on him, and he shields his eyes as he begins to talk to himself.

      " Shouldn't I have found it by now? I couldn't have been that far away. Things really do look different from the ground. Maybe I'll try flying again, not too far, just to get my bearings. "

      Archangel tries to fly and crashes for the umpteenth time, obviously not realizing there's no way he's getting airborne. He sighs and continues in the direction he was going, not even considering that he might be going the wrong way.

      " Just keep walking, just keep walking…walking, walking, just keep walking…" He presses on, humming to himself.