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"I am so glad we are going back, I can't see what people like about the wilderness." Amara said as she threw her fifty pound bag into the jet.

"I'd like to thank you for letting us stay at your house, Arcane." The professor said as the young mutants, all except Julian, who was trying to find some of the dogs that had wandered off, packed the jet with their pakcs. Two days for Roberto and Amara seemed to be too much. And Warren, who had been sitting in the jet hopefully for about half a day, had been there too long already.

"It's not mine." The mutant said calmly as he let his car run and stepped back to check the current stability of the engine.

"Whose is it, may I ask?"

"I have no idea, I just use it." He said as the engine began to spout blue gray smoke. "That can't be good."

"What did you do to that thing?" Logan yelled from the ramp.

"It had to be put out of it's misery some time." Arcane shook his head.

"Maybe you can come live at the Institute with us!" Jamie said innocently. That comment was quickly met by reproving looks by all grownups present. The Professor didn't want corruption, Arcane would be caught dead before he was caught at the Institute for anything but business, and Logan hated Arcane with a passion, and was still waiting for the moment when he could accidentally tear the younger mutant to pieces.

"I believe the answer to that, is 'no'." Arcane adjusted his hat slightly.

"Perhaps we can give you a ride." The professor's tone clearly stated he would rather crawl on his elbows through the subways of New York.

"No thanks, I'd rather walk."

"Afraid of flyin'?" Logan smirked as he dragged up the last bag and threw it behind him into the jet into the already haphazard pile.

"No, but I know your reputation for these things."

"What is THAT supposed to mean, bub?" Logan growled dangerously. Arcane just smiled under the brim of his hat.

"I'm back!" Julian panted as he crested the last hill before the shack. Loping behind him easily were the twins. Doggy got up from his shade under an old tree and padded over to the ramp, satisfied everyone was accounted for.

"Get on the jet, children. Are you sure, Arcane?"

"Unshakably."

"Very well then. Perhaps we will see each other again." The professor wheeled himself up the ramp. Arcane watched as Logan made sure everyone was situated. Before he shut the door to the Blackbird, he gave Arcane a threatening gesture.

And that was the last thing he saw before the door closed all the way. A few minutes later, the jet rose off the ground, and rushed off into the clouds.

He watched the Jet fly off with slightly mixed emotions. On one hand, he was glad they were all gone, and he could have peace to think. Another piece of him was broiling with hidden fury that the people he, The Professor, had said he would protect were missing, and he had resigned himself to helplessness. The next piece was annoyed because he knew that he would feel less a man if he didn't do something to busy himself with this interesting little mystery. And the last piece, he ignored that completely. Nothing good ever came from that piece.

Sighing, he went into his shack and packed a few things for the long walk back to civilization. He had a few favors to call in.

If Logan knew he had some of the same mixed feelings about the situation, he might have thought better of Arcane. Or he might have tried to spike the traitorous pieces with his own claws.

He blocked out the sounds of Amara yelling about brimstone and dogs, Roberto and Kurt and their fish, even though it had been the furred kid of Doolittle's that caught them, and the exploits Jamie retold to Julian. The Professor had managed to block out everything and was staring off into the distance as if he could divine an answer to whatever problem he was fighting with.

It could be about the missing kids. Or it could be what he had for lunch. He could never figure out exactly what the psychic was thinking, and wasn't sure he wanted to.

"Julian, you okay?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Logan's eyes widened. There was only one thing worse than a mess on the outside of the jet, and that was on inside. The stink didn't disappear for days.

"Someone get a baggie!"

"Does it look like there are baggies on this thing?"

"Didn't they design this ship with airsickness bags?"

"I'm pretty sure that those come after, Amara!"

"Maybe we should open a window!"

"Do not open a window!" He yelled back as he dug his hand blindly into one of the overhead compartments.

All of this commotion even the Professor couldn't ignore, and Xavier turned around in his seat. "Julian is starting to change colors. I think there is a bag a few inches to the left of your hand."

Logan felt around and came back out with a burger bomb bag, with a decaying mold ball in the bottom. "Elf, we are going to talk about where you eat your lunch!"

"That actually belongs to Amara, if I caught that stray thought correctly." There was a sound of retching in the back. "But that doesn't matter, you'd better get him the bag."

Logan looked behind him and threw the bag slightly crumpled and caught Roberto in the head.

"Sunspot, give it to the kid."

Roberto hastened to obey, but almost didn't get there fast enough. Julian finished retching into the bag.

"Saved by Amara's food obsession." Kurt whispered.

"You are not one to talk about a food obsession." Amara snarled.

"In any case, we were saved by the paper bag." Roberto said, trying to placate the other two.

Precisely then, one of the twin rottweilers began to whine sickly.

"Uh…we don't have another bag up there, do we, Mr. Logan?" Jamie asked, inching away from the whining dog.

Warren muttered angrily to himself. "I should have flown myself. I could have made it easily, and at least I don't get airsick."

When they all got back on the ground, neither of the twins, which quickly began to show matching symptoms, had thrown up on the jet. However, they both scrabbled off of the Jet and took off to the woods to be in peace. Doggy seemed no worse for wear, and loped off easily in search of anything that might have been out of place when he left.

Julian fell into the grass gratefully while the jet rose up from the ground and quickly flew off for it's hangar, having dropped the young mutants and Warren off in front of the Institute.

He was utterly confused. He had ridden on the jet before, with little problem. But now he couldn't stand the thought. It was unnatural, the way it swung back and forth and rattled and dipped and he was making himself sick again. He groaned painfully and let both of his ears flop over his eyes like an old hound dog.

"Are you going to live?" Amara asked concernedly. He just uttered a soft groan in response. Amara patted his ears. "You'll feel better, I know you will."

He wasn't as convinced.

He blinked, once, twice. He scanned the room as he thought, trying to determine the difference through his sleepy eyes. His thoughts were ordered carefully. Nothing repeated itself, unlike the dialect that his kind spoke, their minds were devoid of repeating thoughts.

There was no one in the room, the shack, or outside. No twins laughing as they made crude jokes. No silent but ever looming presence of 'Doggy'.

No boy curiously asking questions from squirrels or frogs.

But there was a scent…the slightly oily smell of the hideous machine that had carried him to this perch in the first place. It had left recently, but his familiarity had blocked it out.

They had left without him!

Chittering angrily to himself in a language his mother, wonderful creature she was, would have dropped from the night sky upon hearing, and gripped the top of the rafter sticking bare out of the Human cave-shack-house with his sharp claws. He folded his hands around him halfway, blocking the light from the windows that were just catching the evening sun. The light blinded him. He would have to wait a couple more shadow lengths before he ventured out. It was too easy to be plucked from the air from a predator if he was blinded.

Oh, but he would get back. And when he did, he would give them a piece of his mind.

Oh yes.

Asteria: Kally thanks you for the fishing rod, sometimes she just can't get those sunflowers seed shells out. Thanks for the compliments, and I hope you like this chapter!

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