To my LadyWolf.... I was thinking about resurecting Alexis (Piper's brother), but then I kinda got confused as to how -whether to have him as a goodie, or a baddy... but it all became far too complicated for my wee lil' brain to comprehend! Heh heh heh

Maybe though... I did find a sequel I had started to write - might work on that but possibly in the future. Got full time Art course at college - which is mental! I was being taught how to Graffiti today.... How cool is that?!!!!!!!!!!! Oh and I also have a part time job -of which I totally screwed up the till today... soo embarrasing.

I'm not a vandal.... well, maybe in my head... hmm - I'll get back to you on that one. Lol.

X - Angel

Chapter 19

Warren sat still leaning up against the metal bar's. He lifted his eyes, as he saw a figure approach.

"What do you want?" He asked miserably, as John sat himself down the other side.

He shrugged his shoulder's. "When I joined... I knew Magneto was bad... but I didnt expect this." He explained.

"Yeah, well... Welcome to the real world." Warren said cold heartedly. John looked a little hurt, but Warren dismissed it. "You brought it all on yourself you know..." He said.

John glared at him, and then jumped to his feet, and began to walk off.

"John, wait!" Warren called after him, but he made no signs of stopping. "Pyro?" He asked, with an almost pleading look in his eyes. He turned around, to see Warren pushing his whole body up against the bar's. "What have they done to her?" He asked.

Pyro slowly looked back, looking Warren in the eye. "I dont know." He said solemly, and walked off.

"What do you mean you dont know?! You were there, I know you were!" Warren shouted after him, just as a fist thumped him from the shadow's.

"Keep it down." Growled Sabertooth, as he stood guard.

Warren retreated, rubbing his hand against his chest, where he was hit, and sat beside the window, overlooking the foggy surrounding's.

Unknown to him, the X-Jet had just settled down, not far away from Magneto's secret lair. "Which way?" Logan asked, trying to clear some of the fog from infront of his face.

"This way..." Came Jean's voice, from ahead.

"Oh well that's just great, 'cause I cant see a damn thing." He commented.

He heard Storm let out a little chuckle. "Come on Wolverine,... this way." She said, and gripped onto his wrist walking infront of him.

They came upon a small cave entrance, which opened up into what was a tunnel. Scott ran his gloved hand over the wall. "Iron Ore." He commented. Logan nodded, and continued to walk on.

Scott and Jean, headed the company, then Logan, and last of all, Ororo and Kurt, followed behind.

"Storm, any chance of you conducting some light?" Logan asked, and was met by a small hovering, lightening globe infront of his face. "Thanks..."

"That wasn't me..." Storm replied.

The company immediatly, turned back to look at the entrance. A figure stood there, shadowed by the White air behind them.

"Who's there? Show yourself?" Scott ordered, holding his hand up to his visor.

The lighteing ball hovered back to it's creator, resting upon their hand, showing their face. "Cabbie?" Kurt spluttered. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm sorry... I stole on board. I heard what had happened, and I thought I could help." She replied, innocently enough.

Logan sighed. "Well get inside, before anyone see's you." He said, and pulled her up toward's him. "You stay with me... dont go wondering off." He ordered, pointing his finger at her.

"Would you like to hold my hand aswell?" She asked. Jean and Scott exchanged amused look's. "See,... I'm not a Child." She argued her case.

"Can we please carry on... this is not the time." Storm said, breaking up the argument.

"Well you just remember what I said..." Logan said close to her ear.

"Ditto." Cabbie replied.

The group came to a stop. Two tunnel's, one left, one right.

"We'll go this way..." Logan said, as he took a sniff of the left hall.

"Okay, then we go this way." Scott said, pulling Jean subtly to his side.

"What about us? Shouldn't we stay in even group's?" Kurt asked, meaning himself and Storm.

"I dont need back up. We'll be fine." Logan looked over at Scott.

He nodded, and took a deep breath. "Logan can handle himself. Come on, let's go." He ordered, and wandered off to the right.

Logan and Cabbie came across a small room. It looked like an office. It was lined with Alluminium desk's along one side, and a circular barred window lay in the wall, overlooking the shore below.

A slight wimpering could be heard, and behind a desk sat Piper. Her head in her hands, as she was crying.

"Piper?!" Cabbie called out, and went to walk towards her, but Logan held her back. "What?" She whispered. He simply shook his head, pushing her behind him, and stepped forward.

"Hey, hotshot..." He said cautiously, walking forward.

Piper looked up, tear's were streaming down her face. "Oh Logan... thankgod you found me!" She wept, standing up, and hugging him.

Logan looked down at her, and made no intent to react to her action's. He took a simple sniff, and pushed her away.

"Logan..?" Piper asked confused, looking up at him. He simply thrust her away from him.

Cabbie looked on in shock. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Yes Logan..." Piper said, and smiled dryly at him. "What are you doing?" With that, her shape morphed to that of Mystique.

Warren still sat beside the window, when he heard footstep's approaching, and Sabertooth exchanging words with someone. He scrambled to his feet, moving towards the door.

"You've got a visitor." Came Lance's snarly voice. He moved to the side, to show Piper standing behind him.

Her eyes were distinctly in her angered Mettalic black state, and she had dried blood, in the coner of her mouth, aswell as numerous amounts of small cut's and bruises on her arm's.

"Piper?!" He gasped, as she stepped forward. "Your alright..." He whispered taking her face in her hands.

She simply looked at him, with no emotion in her face, as she lightly placed her hand against his chest, causing him to fly back, and slide across the floor.

She swept both her hands to the side, with minimal effort, and the metal bar's slowly parted way's for her to step inside. She turned around to to the other two. "Leave us." She simply said, in a flat, but authoritive tone.

P.S. Dont you just hate those day's where, anything, and 'everthing' can and will go wrong!

I've ha a few minor ones 'back in the day' (lol)... but nothing compared to the other day, my god!

I kept dropping things at work, I kept tripping up on things, or walking into them, I kept giving people the wrong change (grr), of which wall all putting me in a bad mood - as you can imagine.

AND to top it all off, after 'finally' getting my wages, I went to fill my car up with fuel. So, as you do, put the nozzle in, and squeeze the trigger.

The damn thing spat at me, and I had to put my finger down the little tunnel thingy, as there is a little flap - so the fuel could reach the tank. So my finger, my foot, and myself just in general stank of fuel. Niiiiiiiice

So, after ptting in Eleven pence worth in, I went and paid. Realisingonly a few minutes later after talking to my mate who works at the station... I had put Eleven pence worth od Diesel in my car! Judging in mind, I have a 1.1 ltr 'Petrol' car.... GRRRRRRRRRRR

Sorry about that.... just had to get it out of my system. Feel sorry for me...! lol. MWAH