Okay, well I know the last few chappie's havn't been great - and I did warn you.

So, ((sigh)) here go's... the last two chapter's.

X - Angel

Chapter 29

Logan parked his Truck in the muti-story car park, underneeth the Hotel, Xavier had told him where Camelia's location was. He went to the front desk, in the hotel Lobby.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?" Asked the middle aged woman from behind the desk.

"I'm Looking for Camelia Ashworth?" Logan asked in his gruff impatient manner. The desk clerk looked at him nervously. "Look,... I 'aint gunna' hurt you, or anyone else... just tell me what room she's staying in..."

Still the Clerk did nothing. She was glancing around, not knowing what to do. The Wolverine let out a relentless sigh, and pulled Thirty Dollar's out from his inside jacket pocket. "Please?" Logan asked, resting his hands on the glass table top.

The Clerk hesitated whether as to take the money or not. Eventually, she slowly pulled the money away from the man, and placed it in her jacket pocket, as she then continued to tap some key's on the keyboard, relaying information into the computor. "Room 225, floor Six." She said at length.

"Thankyou." He puffed, and just caught the elevator door's, as they began closing.

He arrived at floor Six, and looked to the left. "Room 229.... 227...225!" He counted in his head, and banged the door, with the flat of his palm.

He stood there for about a minute or so, before the door swung open, and Cabbie fell into his arms, crying her eyes out. "It's alright... I'm here."

"Oh Logan, thank god..." She wept, as she pulled away from him. Her brown hair, was partially stuck to her face from sticky tears.

"Come on, lets get you inside..." He whispered, noticing a few people's heads popping out of their doorways. "What happened?" He asked sitting her down on the cream padded sofa. He pulled away the few strands to her face, to reveal a large graze across her right cheek.

"They jumped me... It was dark, I couldnt see anything,... they got me from behind." She wept, breaking down again. "I was convinced I could look ater myself... Are you going to take me back to Xavier's?" She asked looking up at him.

Logan nodded, examining the graze. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked.

"Yeah, my wrist... I fell on it, I think it's just a sprain though." She said holding up her left hand, as she held it feebly against her stomach, restricting most of the movement. She winced as Logan pressed, certain area's.

"Get your things together." He said, and with that Cabbie went into the bedroom, and pulled a suitcase out from her bed, grabbing all of her belongings and stuffing them into it, with her one good hand.

Logan's intercom started to beep in his pocket. "Hello?" He asked, picking it up.

"Logan, it's Jean... how are things going?" She asked.

"She's a bit shaken up, with some scratches and bruises. I'm bringing her back to the institute." Logan explained as brief as possible, as Cabbie returned to the room, dragging a large suitcase, and following it with another one packed full of her things.

"Well, I'll be waiting for you when you get back." Jean was saying.

"Okay, bye." Logan hung up, and looked at Camelia. "That everything?" He asked. She nodded, as he stepped over to her. "It's going to be alright you know..." He smiled as he picked up both of the suitcases.

"I'm sorry Logan..." She paused, closing her eyes. But then she opened her eyes again, facing him with a smile. "Let's go home." She smiled, feelling a little safer now in the company of the Wolverine.

They walked down into the Lobby, where people were checking into the hotel, and after a few seconds, numerous voices could be heard, and people parted from their way as they crossed the lobby.

"Is that Camelia Ashworth?" One raised whisper could be heard from a woman.

"Isn't she the one, who blew up on the catwalk a while ago..." Said another.

"That man must be a mutant too..." Said a male voice, which immediatly stopped talking, as Logan cast an icy glare at the stranger.

"You okay?" Logan asked holding the door open for Cabbie.

"Fine, I just want to get out of here." She sighed, as they walked down the stairway into the carpark.

They drove down the street, and Logan looked over at Camelia. "Maybe you should get some sleep, you look tired." He commented, taking his eyes back to the road, as she looked over at him.

"Logan, I'm really sorry for just leaving like that." She apologised. "I just thought it would be better... less emotional."

"Really? How did 'you' find it?" Logan asked bluntly, putting up his emotional barrier's

Camelia let out a sigh. "Please dont be like this..." She asked him, a sob waiting to escape her throat.

"Well, how do you want me to react? You say your leaving,... I dont want you to go,... and then your just gone, and all I get is a note?!" Logan snapped. "You think that's fair?" He asked her.

"No..." Cabbie said quietly. "I really am very sorry Logan - I was just being ignorant. Especially thinking people would be okay with me as a Mutant... my own Sister's disowned me."

Logan gave her a quick glance. "You never told me you had a Sister..." His voice calmed a little.

"Well, I was scared." She shrugged, reminding herself at the slight pain she felt in her left wrist. "Screw them all." She said under her breath.

Logan smirked. "I think I'm a bad influence on you..." He smiled, lightening up a bit.

"Yeah, well. That's how I feel right now." She curled her lip's. "I think I will try and get some sleep. Wake me up when we get there?" She asked.

"Sure..." Logan agreed, turning down the radio.

Once arrived at the institute, Jean waited for them, and hushed Cabbie down to the medical bay. "Is it bad?" Camelia asked as Jean looked over an X-Ray.

"I'm afraid you've got a small Fracture..." Jean said running her fingers down one of the Bone's in her arm.

"Great... I just thought I'd sprained it. High pain threshold." Cabbie smirked, flicking her eyebrow's.

"Well, I'll get that in a cast for you, and then I'll clean up the graze on your face." Jean kindly smiled at her, as she mixed up some plaster bandages, with some Water.

"Do you think it will scar?" Cabbie asked, looking in a mirror at her cheek.

"I doubt it." Jean replied.

"Quite funny really... I just get over one injury, and then end up with another."

Jean looked up at her. "What is the world coming to?" She sighed, and rolled her eyes.