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

Angelica: I've decided to show Scott in a new light. And I'm pleased with how it was put down into words. I like the Scott/siren stuff, like writing it (though never as much as I enjoy writing about Logan and those claws of his =P) And yeah, about Logan going off, that's the problem. All Logan knows is that she's going up to Canada, and has something to do with a base up there. He doesn't realise it was her who tried to kill her, or should I say the military base up there. That's the place where it's been controlled, and he's going up totally unaware.

Xcoolcomic: I'm glad you too like the Scott Siren pairing! It appears many do. And for Storm.. well, Gambit's sniffing around all the females. I'm sure he'd agree there's enough of him to go round. :D (Yes, that WAS a hint! =P)

Blix: Yeah, Scott does care. Even though they get on at each other so angrily, Logan's now a firm part of the team. He might not necessarily be a friend of Scott's, but Logan is still a part of the group, and Scott doesn't want any members dead. Though with Logan and his violent mind, he might think differently, given the number of times he lashed out psychically at Scott. =P

(Fanfiction is being bitchy and not allowing any indents. So, a line beneath will seperate each paragraph, double spaces won't even work. I want my indents How annoying.. I hope they get loads of annoyed emails about it. I'm pissed off. -.-)

Chapter 24

The hours still meant darkness was upon Logan, and still did the storm continue to rumble and crash above him. The wheels of his vehicle revved heavily as the jeep bounded across the unsteady and sludgy terrain. Through the horrendous fall of rain, and the low murky mist, Logan could hardly see far ahead. His lights were lifted high and shone majestically over his path, but it was still a treacherous journey. The wipers continuously thrashed across his windscreen as rain hit it like bullets. Branches were whipped out of the way as they came in contact with the windscreen of the large vehicle. There was no chances, they were hit instantly and sent hurtling back.

Then, all of a sudden, Logan's eyes widened in horror as he saw lightening crash spectacularly before him and a tree just ahead began to slowly fall to the ground, groaning and creaking it's defeat before it hit the earth with a thunderous rumble through the atmosphere. His breath was latched in his throat as he watched with terror as he raced on towards the massive creature that lay still, leaving a portion of dark sapphire sky visible above in the mass of overhead shadowy trees. With a sudden desperation, he wrenched the steering wheel in a reckless attempt to slow his raging travel. The large jeep skidded mightily in a full circle, wheels sliding on through the muddy land below. A yell escaped from Logan as the back wheel spun madly up upon a large mound of earth, throwing the vehicle skyward. Screams of curses roared from within the jeep. It pirouetted majestically in the foggy air before it dropped down to land on the other side of the fallen tree on the right two wheels. It shuddered before dropping fully to land on all four, engine purring innocently as it waited to rev up again. Logan could hardly believe his luck. He stared ahead out of the windscreen in a frozen alarm, breaths ragged and heart daring to break out of his ribcage. The last he needed was a deterrence of getting to Canada. Logan made a small swallow; the whole surprise of the experience had seriously jolted his nerves. He let out a long and steady breath before setting the vehicle into a gear and driving slowly forth before he turned out of the forest to bumpily make way onto a small dark road.

Logan could tell he was heading in the right direction. The aroma of firs and lush woodlands was in the air, mixed with the chill of distant snowcaps. The road beneath was a little frosty from the dropping of temperature. So now he continued on with the safety of the road, but he kept his speeds up high, roaring along the narrow strip of road that winded up between the masses of forest. As Logan directed the jeep up a steady hill, his ears caught a distant sound. Though his eyes never left the road, he could tell the direction.. coming from his right. Logan chanced a glance out of the window, but he saw nothing through the storm and heavy rain. The darkness was surrounding him, only his lights brightened a few feet ahead of him. His ears remained perked to the sound, insides becoming unusually tight with alarm. It was coming closer. Now it was unmissable, it was directly above him, and he recognised the sound instantly. Helicopters.

(How ugly are these things in the middle of text? Yeuch..)

Since the news of problems with the jet, the X-Men had yet to leave the mansion. Storm and Aurora were stood underneath the one of the Blackbird's wings, a small door opened as Storm began checking the small compartment. Aurora stood beside her, holding the door upright, and passing required tools, but her hands flexed nervously the longer it took. Scott walked up slowly, issuing Storm a small glance before he spoke to the pair, "How's it going?"

"Nearly done.. "answered Aurora with a nod.

Scott peered to the African woman, "You know you must hurry, Storm, I don't need to remind you."

"No, you don't. Although you've already said it five times, where's the harm in telling me again?" Storm muttered bitterly, in a particularly frustrated mood to find the jet in poor condition after Logan's heavy landing.

With a small sigh Scott turned to leave her in peace, climbing up the steps of the Blackbird to disappear inside. Storm raised her bare hands within it, running her digits over the interior, "Hm, the rears of the caps are dry. That's not helping matters," she said with a sigh before reaching down to the box of equipment at her feet to retrieve an oilcan.

"They looks fine from where I be standin'," then came a suave tone. Gambit stepped up behind them, straightening the collar of his recently acquired suit. He smirked at little as he watched the pair, typically from behind.

Aurora turned her head with a raised brow, "Remy.." she then said, in a somewhat pleased tone. Initially she had been unimpressed that Gambit was to be wearing Logan's uniform. But when he smiled at her, she didn't find it in her to care anymore.

Also Storm looked round, but the greeting was less than warm, "Help us then, Remy. Direct some energy into this valve."

It was an order.

Gambit chuckled softly, stepping up beside her, "Anything for you ladies," he said warmly, moving in between the pair, not particularly bothered about the lack of space. He raised a hand up into the engine, "There?" he asked, feeling around inside.

"No.." murmured Storm, lifting her hand back inside to placed it upon his and direct the correct area. Gambit smirked all the wider as she touched him.

"Very well," he replied, before a soft glow of red issued from his palm and gently developed over the pieces of machinery. Slowly, the mechanism began to shake gently, and the sounds of the engines sprung to life. Storm's face quickly spread to a smile, her aggravated mood dropping at their success.

She nodded gently, "Thank you, Remy," she said softly, lowering her hands from it. Aurora grinned a little, motioning the door to Storm who began to lock it shut. Aurora glanced to Gambit as she turned, her eyes not noticing the box of equipment still in front of her and she suddenly felt something sharp strike her ankle and she found herself falling forward over the box. With a gasp she found her drop cut short by a pair of strong arms around her upper torso.

"That was a close one," breathed a rich tone in her ear. Her heightened senses picking up every tone her rescuer issued. Aurora made a soft chuckle, rising herself to her feet to face Gambit.

"Um.. Thanks."

Storm lifted to her feet, holding the closed toolbox, "Come on, get yourself inside the jet now," another order from her, but her gentle tone disguised it. Storm turned from them, moving over the Jet Hangar to replace the box in its rightful place. Scott leant out down the steps, giving her a thumbs up. Gambit offered a smirk to Aurora before he gently nudged her forth to the direction of the steps. Aurora chuckled nervously, running ahead before speedily jumping up to enter the jet. Storm was close behind her. Gambit made a sigh, glancing around the Hangar before he hurried on up, the steps closing as he reached the inside of the jet.

They were ready.

Logan glowered trough the windscreen, trying to see the overhead machine. He could hear two helicopters closing in on him. This had to be bad news. He gave a gasp as he felt the steering wheel suddenly vibrate, and then the entire vehicle. A helicopter was flying directly overhead the jeep, swooping forward. The rear flashlight blindingly glared into Logan's view, making him ram on the brakes in a sudden frenzied fright, "What the hell?" he growled to himself, glaring ahead as the helicopter flew on forth before rising back up to the sky and falling back. Logan threw his eyes upon the rear view mirror, seeing both the helicopters now coming close behind. They were so close that even above the din of the engines, he heard a firm voice bark into a supposed radio transmitter. His ears strained, but he managed to pick it up, "We've got him. Heading right up to the base." Then was a crackle of a signal before he heard the man reply, "Yes, sir."

Within each helicopter were a pair of soldiers, one directing the aircraft, the other poised with a radio transmitter and a rifle. The helicopters flew steadily on by each other, blades whirring deafeningly with the other. Both remained extremely close to the jeep they were following, swooping up and down occasionally as they tried to gain a steady speed. In a bid to try and deter them Logan suddenly speeded up, the jeep roaring off ahead. The helicopters were hot on it's trail, following. Then all of a sudden, the jeep slowed, wheels skidding heavily as Logan stamped down the brakes to watch the helicopters go flying on ahead, the men within surprised.

But they still weren't finished and quickly spun round the dark night air to head on back towards Logan. He watched them wide-eyed through the windscreen before he slammed his boot to the pedal and allowed his vehicle to go screeching forward, once more in front of the helicopters, who had to waste time turning around once more before they followed on after him. The sounds of the blades still roared into the atmosphere, there was no pause of silence, on and on, driving the sound into Logan's brain with such a force. The last time he was confronted with a helicopter it had been back in England on the way to London with Aurora. But they had only been the police. These helicopters looked like they belonged to some sort of army force. Suddenly Logan felt his throat tighten as Ororo's words replayed in his mind, 'Apparently she's got some link with a military base up in the Canadian Rockies!' There was no other explanation. Whatever she was doing, this army force did not want anyone following.

Logan was swiftly snapped out of his thoughts as the entire jeep began to rumble and shake, the steering wheel shuddering under his grip. He threw his head back to stare up through the sunroof, seeing the bottom of one of the helicopters come flying directly above him, perhaps only a few feet above the roof. Thunder trembled in the heavens above, before more lightening electrified the clouds, bursting light down upon the scene for a few seconds. Logan continued to snap his gaze to and from the road, continuously checking the situation above him. He let out a strangled sort of groan when he saw a rifle being thrusted out of the door of the helicopter and aimed down to the roof of the vehicle. Soon enough the rounds of bullets started. With a yell Logan spun the jeep from under the helicopter, dangerously throwing the jeep onto the opposite side of the road before upon the mounds of grass and rocks.

The bullets continued, smashing the glass of a few of the windows, ripping horrifically through the metalwork. Panting, Logan wrenched his head out of the broken window to glare behind him. Both helicopters were still chasing, the rifles still being aimed. As soon as his head appeared the bullets came from both, and Logan quickly whipped his head back inside, the bullets narrowing missing and instead destroying his left wing mirror. Logan quickly spun the wheel to regain some correctness by driving on the right side of the road. But one of the helicopters had come lowly by his right hand side, blocking his travels. A piercing shriek deafened his ears as the side of the jeep caught with the skids of the offending helicopter. Immediately the jeep was rocketed off the road in a horrendous tumble, completing a full circle of a roll before remaining upright and continuing to race along. The helicopters had fell back, for now. But obviously not as far as he had hoped, for he suddenly felt a sharp wrench of pain shoot through his hip as a bullet managed to make contact with his body. With a yell of surprise the jeep once more skidded, proving the soldiers of their successful hit. The bullet had gone deep within his gut, and he found the pain excruciating, he tried his best to keep the jeep under control, but he wanted to bend and try and force the pain out of him, to cringe and cry out like any other person would. But he couldn't, he needed to get to Roxanne. But the soldiers were determined to prevent his travel.

Logan let out a cry as bullets collided into his back and neck, shout turning into a rough scream. His eyes had screwed tight in pain, the jeep continued to rage ahead. It finally reached the top of the hill and now flew suddenly over the top. Logan's eyes shot open, and as if it all happened in slow motion he felt the vehicle shifting forward, rolling, turning upside down, rolling some more, the helicopters still persistently shooting. One swooped down to collide into the jeep with a skid, sending the already upside down vehicle in a flurry of a spin, hurtling off the road, through the trees and crashing down a short but rocky slope before it landed on it's side in the mud of a lake banking in the frosty ground, wheels slowly coming to a halt.

And only then, did the satisfied soldiers guide their helicopters back up to the north, leaving the landscape in utter tranquil silence.

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