Disclaimer: Several new characters are mine, including the plot. X-Men belongs to Marvel and Fox.

Angelica: Oh, thank you ever so much! You're such a great person; you've boosted my confidence so wonderfully! That made me hurry here and begin to write! Well, I have tried, but I can't really think of anything to get going. I'd like to do something fantasy styled.. but I'm not totally sure just yet. I've begun jotting some ideas down, but they are really poor. Give me an idea, and I'll be able to write! That's why fan fictions suit me!

Blix: Actually they couldn't. The Library has always been the 'safe' room. It's stocked with food and sleeping bags in secret compartments and stuff, got secured windows, and the door has a sheet of adamantium inside. It's a place they can hide. Remember? They used it in story 1? I've never gone into detail about it, but that's the description I always have in my mind.

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I'm worried this story could be shorter than the others, I mean it. I'll be lucky to see it pass 30 chapters.. :( I'm trying to extend it as much as I can.. but if I have a good number of stories ready to continue after, does it matter?

Chapter 17

As coughs and sounds of gagging filled the air, Gambit lightly stepped around his seat with a hand clasping his coat collar to his mouth as he dashed through the fumes and to the thick oak doors. A glove hand disappeared in a deep pocket and he fished out a oddly shape piece of metal. He stooped at the door and began to work at the lock. Others followed Gambit by covering their mouths also with clothing, but some of the younger mutants failed to grasp the tactic and began to stumble a little. Siren quickly slipped forth, her free arm scooping around a dazed looking boy to stop him falling.

All eyes were upon Gambit, as he remained bent at the lock of the door. Logan lowered his head slightly, exchanging a small glance with Aurora, who in return gently took hold of his loose hand. "Aha!" came the triumphant cheer from Gambit as the door gently swung open, he turned and grabbed the smouldering package and slipped out of the Library and threw it out of one of the windows where it sailed down to land alone in the glow of the morning.

The mutants spilled out of the Library slowly, taking great breaths of clean air as it floated in through the opened window on the hallway. Logan made his way through the group, sniffing heavily at the now fresh air, "She's here," he stated to the group, turning to begin his travels down the corridor.

Amidst the praising Gambit was being issued, a voice shouted to him, "Logan, don't go alone!"

"I'm fine," he called back. Then adding in a rather threatening tone, "No one follow me." As soon as the words left his mouth his feet began a speedy run down the corridor, tracking the scent that lured him. He knew who's the scent was, it was Roxanne's. And he was determined to find her so he could prove Scott wrong. This woman would never intend to hurt his friends, not if she cared about him. That he assumed.. Isn't that why she came back?

No. A voice is his head replied. She came back to find out why YOU hurt her so much. Logan made a growl at how simple that was to answer. His jaw hardened and his eyes narrowed, his feet going on to direct regardless. Then suddenly as he turned another corner, he saw Roxanne, stood by an opened window, glassed paned with diamond shaped led. Roxanne was leant on the windowsill, looking out onto the grounds. The outdoor wind carried in through the open space of air and played dramatically with those magnificent silver locks of hers. As soon as Logan saw her, his mind was hit by a sudden memory that came alive behind his eyes.

There she was, stood in front of an opened window, leaning out as she gently watered a outdoor window box of flowers with a small watering can. Logan was viewing this from behind, and he felt himself smiling as how she kept pushing her blowing hair from her face as it kept dancing into her face. As soon as it had begun it was wiped from view, being stored into his brain.

Logan found that his eyes had been staring dazedly at a vase on the right of the corridor. He blinked and shook his head a little, returning himself back to reality. Roxanne had now turned to him, nodding, "I saw him," she declared, pointing out of the window. Logan turned his eyes upon hers, finding himself fascinated a moment at how peculiar her eyes were, a beautiful merge of blue and green. Again he blinked, forcing himself to at least stay in reality. He looked upon him, taking note of her words.

"Huh? Who?"

"The person that sent a package through your doors."

"You did? What did he look like?" Logan asked abruptly, moving towards her.

Roxanne turned to him, arms resting neatly in front of her as she answered, the bangle slipped down to sit at the top of her hand, cylinder currently filled completely with the fluid - the explanation of her disappearance, "A male, around late fifties, grey haired. Wore a black cloak." She announced in a clear and confident tone, "He opened the windows without touching them.. the metal clasps moved by themselves." She nodded some more, helplessly smirking when she saw Logan's expression relax with a raised brow. He suddenly span from the corridor, racing back towards the others. Roxanne quietly ran after him, the liquid lowering in the cylinder after the forceful use.

The door of the Library was thrown back by a hefty kick from Logan who marched in speedily, his head spinning to try and find the X-Men, they had moved to gather by the side of the side. He sensed Roxanne come to a halt behind him and he took hold of her wrist, pulling her into the room, "She saw who did this." He cried, glaring across to the X-Men.

"Well, hello chere," voiced Gambit in a sultry tone upon noticing the new arrival.

Logan chose to ignore this. Scott had risen suddenly when he saw Roxanne enter. He turned his head to exchange a cautious look with Charles who shook his head in silence to Scott. Whilst Scott made a quiet huff of indignation, Charles focused his eyes upon Roxanne and asked her politely with a small smile, "Whom did you see?"

As Roxanne opened her mouth to repeat the description, Logan interrupted, "She's described him, it fits no other. Grey hair, black clothes, bending metal." All of the X-Men's expressions had suddenly relaxed as Logan's had, "It's obvious who it is," concluded Logan with a nod.

"Magneto," voiced Storm softly with a surprised air, vocalising the thoughts of everyone.

"I don't believe it," said Scott after the pause of silence. He turned to his team, trying to see if any others realised the absurdity of the accused man.

Charles refrained from giving across his view; he instead lifted a palm, gesturing to a plump cushioned stool beside his now recovered wheelchair, "Roxanne, come take a seat," he offered politely. Roxanne straightened a little, lifting her head confidently before striding towards Charles and taking a seat upon the stool. "I want you to relax," said Charles softly as he lifted his palms to her temples, "I just need further proof." Roxanne froze, the liquid bubbling frantically to make her brain develop a logical reason for him not doing this. But as it failed, Charles's mind moved into hers.

The X-Men stood around the pair, watching and waiting whilst Gambit idly shuffled a packet of cards, as if bored by the whole procedure. Charles's brow knitted into a frown, Roxanne's doing the same before both let out a gasp of pain. Roxanne slumped upon the stool whilst Charles was sent into a violent frenzy; body helplessly shaking as if some electrical force had struck him. Within a few seconds he fell silent, eyes closed and body limp. His hands had fell from Roxanne, and he now lay in silence, his mind closed from the repercussion of her controlled brain.

There was no movement from either of them; until Roxanne began to stir ever so slightly.

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