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Distribution: Sure, just tell me where.
Rating: PG-15
Quick thank you to my new and wonderful beta reader who helps me make sure that this story makes some degree of sense, can't thank him enough.
Thank to all my reviewers, sorry for the delay in the new chapter but I sent by beta the wrong version and he couldn't access it. So, my bad, (scurries away and hides in a corner). Enjoy. I should update again tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Please review and elt me know what you think it helps me improve.
Quick message to trekjedi and Miranda Quick who asked me for my NC-17 versions of the chapters. No problem, but you didn't send me your e-mail address. So when you review, (hint, hint) let me know your e-mail address and I'll start sending them to you. Once I know you want them I'll send them all to you as they're ready. Oh, and if the chapter isn't NC-17 it'll be up here and I'll e-mail you and let you know.
Last point I promise, I sent someone with the following address bgeurtz@sbcglobal.net an NC-17 version but I haven't been able to send anymore, won't let me. If whoever this person is has another address, or if I have it wrong, let me know and I'll send you the chapters you need, just let me know. Okay I think that's everything.
Picking up pretty much where I left off, Bobby and Rogue are about to go on a mission to stop Magneto, Mystique, and Pyro from methodically exterminating government officials, nationally and internationally, who are against mutants. They are doing some training and we join them here . . .
* * *
Iceman shot a stream of thick ice at Cyclops' head, which the older man melted with a tap to the side of his visor. Iceman rolled behind a block to dodge the ray that followed; slipping a hand out the side; he angled a block of ice towards Cyclops' head.
They were going soon. They would have already been gone by now except that the jet had needed some serious repairing after their last trip. The training was intensive but it would be over most probably by tomorrow. They were looking to leave tomorrow night. Bobby was nervous but not for him. He was nervous for Rogue, they had lain together last night, and she had told him how nervous she was. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to bring down the amount of time it took her to access her power. She had it down to four minutes from about six and a half and it was a hell of an accomplishment for so short a time but it wasn't enough. It needed to be shorter.
She was scared that she wouldn't be able to help. He had tried to comfort her. He knew the power that she had inside of her; she just needed to learn to unlock it; to access it. He had a feeling that it was related to the idea she still held that she was going to hurt someone she cared about.
Iceman countered Cyclops' shots just as the older man did his. He was exhausted. They had been doing this for the better part of two hours. At first Cyclops' had gone easy on him but that had pissed Iceman off to no end. If he was expected, along with Rogue, to risk their lives to help, then he was done being treated like an invalid or a little kid. He had thrown a large chunk of solid ice at his opponent's head. Cyclops had almost looked pleased and then they had started in earnest. The shots came thick and fast from both of them. Iceman had a slight advantage, in that it was impossible for him to overheat.
It was finished with a victory by default for Iceman. He raised his hand as though to throw more ice and Cyclops' aimed his shot there, he didn't see until it was too late, Iceman blew towards the ground where Cyclops stood, and the ice crawled up his legs. He looked down at the ice, but before he could touch his visor to free himself, his hands were encased. Iceman came out from behind the block and smiled, "So? Does this mean I win?"
Cyclops smiled, "I'm impressed. Very impressed. Diversionary tactics. You raised your hand to my face and aimed for the floor. Good."
Icemen stretched out his hand and pulled the ice back in. Cyclops shook himself with a shiver.
* * *
Rogue opened the door of the training room and entered, followed by Logan, "So? You sure you wanna try this again?"
Logan nodded, "Yeah. I recover quicker than most. Are you ready?"
Rogue took a very deep breath, "Yes. I have to get this quicker. A lot quicker."
Logan smiled at the girl, "You will. You're strong, you just need to tame it."
Rogue smiled back, "Thanks."
Logan was confused, "For what?"
"You know . . . pretty much everything. If it weren't for you . . .I would never have gotten here. I would still be afraid and alone running from people. And I would never have met Bobby, so I really do owe you big time."
Logan reached out and took her hand, "If Magneto hadn't been looking for you, we wouldn't have ended up here, and I would have never had a place to call home." Logan slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. "Maybe you owe me, but I owe you too." He pulled back and looked a little embarrassed. "Am I gonna have to get all weepy and tell you that you're my only family and that I . . .you know. Or are you just gonna get it?"
Rogue smiled at his squirminess, "I get it. And I . . .you know too."
Logan smiled briefly, "All right, let's get back to this. Go ahead and suck from me . . ."
Rogue lifted her eyebrows, "That was wrong on so many levels."
Logan nodded, "Oh God, yeah."
* * *
Bobby cooled his skin where there were bruises. Ouch! He stretched out his back and shoulders, pulling against the muscle ache. It had been close but he had gotten the upper hand. He was quite proud of it. Bobby pulled open the door of the bathroom and headed down the hall to the training room. He was anxious to see how Rogue was doing. He didn't knock on the door because he didn't want to disturb them; he slipped inside and saw Rogue with her hand outstretched and her eyes closed.
He watched for about forty seconds and then he saw veins appear down the side of Logan's face as the man crumpled to his knees. Rogue's eyes snapped open and she rushed away from Logan and to the table. She re- attached the disk to her back and moved back over to him. Bobby made his presence known, "Hey. How long this time?"
Rogue shrugged a little disappointed, "About three minutes and forty seconds."
Bobby nodded as the two of them helped a slightly dizzy Logan to his feet, "It's an improvement."
"It's not enough."
Ororo opened the door and Scott followed, "The jet's ready. We've finished early. We leave early tomorrow morning. Anything extra you need?"
Rogue smiled, "A little bravery?"
Ororo smiled back at her, "We'll all do fine."
Rogue nodded, "Okay."
* * *
Rogue and Bobby were watching the TV downstairs with Jubilee and Kitty. There was a movie on about a girl who came into an inheritance, but had to try and find out who were her true friends and who weren't. It was awful, but the couple didn't care, anything to take their minds off what they were doing tomorrow. Ju and Kitty had no idea about what was going on. A number of ex-pupils of the school had been asked to come back and look after the children for a while as a favour, and the Professor was going to stay behind with them. Storm, Cyclops, Nightcrawler, Iceman, Rogue and Wolverine were all going.
Despite the fact that Rogue and Bobby were by far the youngest, the others were still as nervous. The Professor had used Cerebro to check on Magneto's location and he had discovered that he had been joined by at least eight others, as well as Mystique and Pyro. That put them at odds eleven to six. Those were not good odds.
Rogue traced patterns on the back of Bobby's hand, as she didn't watch the film. In part she wanted to see her friends, in case something happened to her. On the other hand she wanted to go back to her room with Bobby . . .in case something happened to her. She sat there for another half an hour and then she sighed. Turning in his arms, she looked at Bobby and moved her eyes upwards in a silent question. He nodded and took her hand, "We're gonna turn in you guys. See you tomorrow."
The two girls turned and smiled in a knowing sort of way and Kitty giggled, "'Kay. See you."
* * *
Rogue gripped Bobby's shoulders as he moved on top of her slowly. She cried out as he clung to her back. Their eyes stayed
locked together as they held each other. Bobby slipped a hand up her back and touched her face, "I love you Rogue . . .unh . . .we'll be okay tomorrow . . . unh . . .because I love you."
Rogue took his hand and he pressed it to the mattress, as tears slipped down her cheeks, "I love you too . . .unh . . .we're going to be okay . . .I know."
Bobby kissed her deeply as they shuddered together.
* * *
They curled up together; Rogue kept her fingers linked with Bobby's, "We really are going to be okay."
It wasn't a question. He watched her closely and slowly nodded. "I know," he replied.
She smiled up at him with a gleam in her eyes and kissed him, "Think you can stand to go another few rounds?"
Bobby grinned, "I think so. On top?"
She smiled deviously and pushed him onto his back.
* * *
Logan handed it to Rogue and Bobby. "Would you look at that? They got here a little early."
Rogue smiled and went to change. Bobby stared hard at Logan, "If . . .anything happens . . .you'll look after her right? Do I even need to ask?"
Logan put a hand on Bobby's shoulder, "No, you don't need to ask. Do I?" Bobby grit his teeth, "No." He shook his head, "It's because of Jean. It's brought us to grips with our whole . . .you know . . .we can die thing."
Logan nodded, "I know. We're not invincible. I know. And our odds aren't great."
Bobby clenched his fists, "Not great at all . . .if something happens to her . . ."
Logan almost yelled, his feral-like growl becoming louder, "I just lost Jean, I'm not planning on letting anything happen to that girl. I won't."
"That makes two of us."
Logan held out his hand and Bobby took it. His eyes gleamed as he sent a shot of cold over the man's hand. Logan smirked.
* * *
"Professor? Are they still in the same place?"
"The bunker underneath that old government building is still their location. You must get those files back; you do understand that? And any copies that may have been made as well. They cannot possibly have memorized them all, we must have them back."
Storm nodded, "Yes. I understand." She glanced around at the others in the jet, "We all do."
* * *
Storm gripped the steering column. She was terrified. The last time they had gone into a mission like this one, one of her oldest friends had ended up dead. Her heart stung as she thought of Jean; sometimes she seemed so close that Storm could almost touch her. She pitied Scott. He had loved Jean since they had been children, and now he had lost her. They had been spending a lot of time reminiscing about their childhoods; she wasn't sure whether it was helping either of them, or hurting them. But they were friends, and somehow, though she didn't know how yet, they would get through this.
Her eyes fell on Iceman and Rogue. She had been on her first mission when she was twenty-two. They were both just eighteen. They were so brave. She had, of course, only seen them as students at first, but during Rogue's training and her testing, she had talked to the girl, become her friend. She was extraordinary. She had known Iceman longer and although she and Iceman were different superficially, they were very similar. They were brave, strong, with a belief in what was right and wrong. Yes. These two were going to be invaluable members of their team. Invaluable friends. They needed all the help that they could get.
Her eyes moved to Nightcrawler. She didn't know how, if it was even possible, but she cared for him and she knew that he cared for her. There was something there. She was very curious to find out what it was.
* * *
Wolverine rubbed the skin between his eyes. The younger man was right, they were mortal, and he had lost Jean. He didn't know if he could survive losing Rogue. He cared for them all, but Rogue . . . she had been the first person to look at him and see someone under his claws and attitude. She had been unafraid, and he would have given his life for her at Liberty Island. He still would now. As much as he cared for the others, well, she was . . . family. He perhaps should have been jealous that she loved someone else as much as him, probably even more, but he was just grateful . . . Iceman loved her and he would look after her. A smile lit his features, as if she needed looking after that much anyway.
* * *
Nightcrawler rubbed the rosary beads in his hands. A few months ago, he had been alone and lonely. Now he practically had a family. They did not fear him, and some of them even cared for him. Storm cared for him. He knew it. He wasn't sure why she should, a beautiful woman should not really care for someone as ugly as he was, but she didn't seem to care too much. She didn't recoil from him, she wasn't afraid. She accepted him.
The younger one too, another beautiful one. He had saved her life out of instinct, but she had become his friend for it. She talked to him whenever she saw him. And she wasn't afraid. The lack of fear meant more than anything else ever could. Kurt moved on to the next bead. Even if something should happen to him, there were people who would care.
* * *
Cyclops grit his teeth and gripped the armrests of his chair. Everything he did now he did for his friends. The people he'd cared for a long time, like Storm, and those he'd come to care for recently; Rogue, Iceman, Nightcrawler and oh . . .God . . .yes maybe even respect for Wolverine too. But most of all he did it for Jean. She had died so that they could escape, so that they could live and keep trying. So, damn it, he was going to keep trying . . .until he joined her.
* * *
Iceman sat in front of Rogue; he was not going to let anything happen to her. He would die first. He would kill first. He knew that if something did happen to him she would be okay . . .eventually, Wolverine would help her. He didn't even know exactly what they were getting themselves into but they were going to stop Pyro, and Mystique and Magneto. And anyone else that was hurting people.
Iceman was no fool. He knew that there were people out there who wanted to hurt them, the very people that he was determined to save, but he would not let them be hurt. He would not allow them to bring him down to their level. He would stop them.
* * *
Rogue looked forward, she could see one of Iceman's hands on the armrest. She wished that she could take his hand. She couldn't though. She wasn't wearing her metal disk. Even then, she wouldn't have been able to reach. She was afraid, for him more than her. She knew that he could handle himself but she didn't know what she would do if anything happened to him. She shook herself. That was not going to happen. He was going to be okay. They both were.
* * *
Storm brought the jet down smoothly, Wolverine smiled, "That's what I call a landing."
Cyclops glared at him silently.
Storm took a deep breath, "They're underground, are we ready?"
She looked round the jet as every one nodded.
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where.
Rating: PG-15
Quick thank you to my new and wonderful beta reader who helps me make sure that this story makes some degree of sense, can't thank him enough.
Thank to all my reviewers, sorry for the delay in the new chapter but I sent by beta the wrong version and he couldn't access it. So, my bad, (scurries away and hides in a corner). Enjoy. I should update again tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Please review and elt me know what you think it helps me improve.
Quick message to trekjedi and Miranda Quick who asked me for my NC-17 versions of the chapters. No problem, but you didn't send me your e-mail address. So when you review, (hint, hint) let me know your e-mail address and I'll start sending them to you. Once I know you want them I'll send them all to you as they're ready. Oh, and if the chapter isn't NC-17 it'll be up here and I'll e-mail you and let you know.
Last point I promise, I sent someone with the following address bgeurtz@sbcglobal.net an NC-17 version but I haven't been able to send anymore, won't let me. If whoever this person is has another address, or if I have it wrong, let me know and I'll send you the chapters you need, just let me know. Okay I think that's everything.
Picking up pretty much where I left off, Bobby and Rogue are about to go on a mission to stop Magneto, Mystique, and Pyro from methodically exterminating government officials, nationally and internationally, who are against mutants. They are doing some training and we join them here . . .
* * *
Iceman shot a stream of thick ice at Cyclops' head, which the older man melted with a tap to the side of his visor. Iceman rolled behind a block to dodge the ray that followed; slipping a hand out the side; he angled a block of ice towards Cyclops' head.
They were going soon. They would have already been gone by now except that the jet had needed some serious repairing after their last trip. The training was intensive but it would be over most probably by tomorrow. They were looking to leave tomorrow night. Bobby was nervous but not for him. He was nervous for Rogue, they had lain together last night, and she had told him how nervous she was. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to bring down the amount of time it took her to access her power. She had it down to four minutes from about six and a half and it was a hell of an accomplishment for so short a time but it wasn't enough. It needed to be shorter.
She was scared that she wouldn't be able to help. He had tried to comfort her. He knew the power that she had inside of her; she just needed to learn to unlock it; to access it. He had a feeling that it was related to the idea she still held that she was going to hurt someone she cared about.
Iceman countered Cyclops' shots just as the older man did his. He was exhausted. They had been doing this for the better part of two hours. At first Cyclops' had gone easy on him but that had pissed Iceman off to no end. If he was expected, along with Rogue, to risk their lives to help, then he was done being treated like an invalid or a little kid. He had thrown a large chunk of solid ice at his opponent's head. Cyclops had almost looked pleased and then they had started in earnest. The shots came thick and fast from both of them. Iceman had a slight advantage, in that it was impossible for him to overheat.
It was finished with a victory by default for Iceman. He raised his hand as though to throw more ice and Cyclops' aimed his shot there, he didn't see until it was too late, Iceman blew towards the ground where Cyclops stood, and the ice crawled up his legs. He looked down at the ice, but before he could touch his visor to free himself, his hands were encased. Iceman came out from behind the block and smiled, "So? Does this mean I win?"
Cyclops smiled, "I'm impressed. Very impressed. Diversionary tactics. You raised your hand to my face and aimed for the floor. Good."
Icemen stretched out his hand and pulled the ice back in. Cyclops shook himself with a shiver.
* * *
Rogue opened the door of the training room and entered, followed by Logan, "So? You sure you wanna try this again?"
Logan nodded, "Yeah. I recover quicker than most. Are you ready?"
Rogue took a very deep breath, "Yes. I have to get this quicker. A lot quicker."
Logan smiled at the girl, "You will. You're strong, you just need to tame it."
Rogue smiled back, "Thanks."
Logan was confused, "For what?"
"You know . . . pretty much everything. If it weren't for you . . .I would never have gotten here. I would still be afraid and alone running from people. And I would never have met Bobby, so I really do owe you big time."
Logan reached out and took her hand, "If Magneto hadn't been looking for you, we wouldn't have ended up here, and I would have never had a place to call home." Logan slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. "Maybe you owe me, but I owe you too." He pulled back and looked a little embarrassed. "Am I gonna have to get all weepy and tell you that you're my only family and that I . . .you know. Or are you just gonna get it?"
Rogue smiled at his squirminess, "I get it. And I . . .you know too."
Logan smiled briefly, "All right, let's get back to this. Go ahead and suck from me . . ."
Rogue lifted her eyebrows, "That was wrong on so many levels."
Logan nodded, "Oh God, yeah."
* * *
Bobby cooled his skin where there were bruises. Ouch! He stretched out his back and shoulders, pulling against the muscle ache. It had been close but he had gotten the upper hand. He was quite proud of it. Bobby pulled open the door of the bathroom and headed down the hall to the training room. He was anxious to see how Rogue was doing. He didn't knock on the door because he didn't want to disturb them; he slipped inside and saw Rogue with her hand outstretched and her eyes closed.
He watched for about forty seconds and then he saw veins appear down the side of Logan's face as the man crumpled to his knees. Rogue's eyes snapped open and she rushed away from Logan and to the table. She re- attached the disk to her back and moved back over to him. Bobby made his presence known, "Hey. How long this time?"
Rogue shrugged a little disappointed, "About three minutes and forty seconds."
Bobby nodded as the two of them helped a slightly dizzy Logan to his feet, "It's an improvement."
"It's not enough."
Ororo opened the door and Scott followed, "The jet's ready. We've finished early. We leave early tomorrow morning. Anything extra you need?"
Rogue smiled, "A little bravery?"
Ororo smiled back at her, "We'll all do fine."
Rogue nodded, "Okay."
* * *
Rogue and Bobby were watching the TV downstairs with Jubilee and Kitty. There was a movie on about a girl who came into an inheritance, but had to try and find out who were her true friends and who weren't. It was awful, but the couple didn't care, anything to take their minds off what they were doing tomorrow. Ju and Kitty had no idea about what was going on. A number of ex-pupils of the school had been asked to come back and look after the children for a while as a favour, and the Professor was going to stay behind with them. Storm, Cyclops, Nightcrawler, Iceman, Rogue and Wolverine were all going.
Despite the fact that Rogue and Bobby were by far the youngest, the others were still as nervous. The Professor had used Cerebro to check on Magneto's location and he had discovered that he had been joined by at least eight others, as well as Mystique and Pyro. That put them at odds eleven to six. Those were not good odds.
Rogue traced patterns on the back of Bobby's hand, as she didn't watch the film. In part she wanted to see her friends, in case something happened to her. On the other hand she wanted to go back to her room with Bobby . . .in case something happened to her. She sat there for another half an hour and then she sighed. Turning in his arms, she looked at Bobby and moved her eyes upwards in a silent question. He nodded and took her hand, "We're gonna turn in you guys. See you tomorrow."
The two girls turned and smiled in a knowing sort of way and Kitty giggled, "'Kay. See you."
* * *
Rogue gripped Bobby's shoulders as he moved on top of her slowly. She cried out as he clung to her back. Their eyes stayed
locked together as they held each other. Bobby slipped a hand up her back and touched her face, "I love you Rogue . . .unh . . .we'll be okay tomorrow . . . unh . . .because I love you."
Rogue took his hand and he pressed it to the mattress, as tears slipped down her cheeks, "I love you too . . .unh . . .we're going to be okay . . .I know."
Bobby kissed her deeply as they shuddered together.
* * *
They curled up together; Rogue kept her fingers linked with Bobby's, "We really are going to be okay."
It wasn't a question. He watched her closely and slowly nodded. "I know," he replied.
She smiled up at him with a gleam in her eyes and kissed him, "Think you can stand to go another few rounds?"
Bobby grinned, "I think so. On top?"
She smiled deviously and pushed him onto his back.
* * *
Logan handed it to Rogue and Bobby. "Would you look at that? They got here a little early."
Rogue smiled and went to change. Bobby stared hard at Logan, "If . . .anything happens . . .you'll look after her right? Do I even need to ask?"
Logan put a hand on Bobby's shoulder, "No, you don't need to ask. Do I?" Bobby grit his teeth, "No." He shook his head, "It's because of Jean. It's brought us to grips with our whole . . .you know . . .we can die thing."
Logan nodded, "I know. We're not invincible. I know. And our odds aren't great."
Bobby clenched his fists, "Not great at all . . .if something happens to her . . ."
Logan almost yelled, his feral-like growl becoming louder, "I just lost Jean, I'm not planning on letting anything happen to that girl. I won't."
"That makes two of us."
Logan held out his hand and Bobby took it. His eyes gleamed as he sent a shot of cold over the man's hand. Logan smirked.
* * *
"Professor? Are they still in the same place?"
"The bunker underneath that old government building is still their location. You must get those files back; you do understand that? And any copies that may have been made as well. They cannot possibly have memorized them all, we must have them back."
Storm nodded, "Yes. I understand." She glanced around at the others in the jet, "We all do."
* * *
Storm gripped the steering column. She was terrified. The last time they had gone into a mission like this one, one of her oldest friends had ended up dead. Her heart stung as she thought of Jean; sometimes she seemed so close that Storm could almost touch her. She pitied Scott. He had loved Jean since they had been children, and now he had lost her. They had been spending a lot of time reminiscing about their childhoods; she wasn't sure whether it was helping either of them, or hurting them. But they were friends, and somehow, though she didn't know how yet, they would get through this.
Her eyes fell on Iceman and Rogue. She had been on her first mission when she was twenty-two. They were both just eighteen. They were so brave. She had, of course, only seen them as students at first, but during Rogue's training and her testing, she had talked to the girl, become her friend. She was extraordinary. She had known Iceman longer and although she and Iceman were different superficially, they were very similar. They were brave, strong, with a belief in what was right and wrong. Yes. These two were going to be invaluable members of their team. Invaluable friends. They needed all the help that they could get.
Her eyes moved to Nightcrawler. She didn't know how, if it was even possible, but she cared for him and she knew that he cared for her. There was something there. She was very curious to find out what it was.
* * *
Wolverine rubbed the skin between his eyes. The younger man was right, they were mortal, and he had lost Jean. He didn't know if he could survive losing Rogue. He cared for them all, but Rogue . . . she had been the first person to look at him and see someone under his claws and attitude. She had been unafraid, and he would have given his life for her at Liberty Island. He still would now. As much as he cared for the others, well, she was . . . family. He perhaps should have been jealous that she loved someone else as much as him, probably even more, but he was just grateful . . . Iceman loved her and he would look after her. A smile lit his features, as if she needed looking after that much anyway.
* * *
Nightcrawler rubbed the rosary beads in his hands. A few months ago, he had been alone and lonely. Now he practically had a family. They did not fear him, and some of them even cared for him. Storm cared for him. He knew it. He wasn't sure why she should, a beautiful woman should not really care for someone as ugly as he was, but she didn't seem to care too much. She didn't recoil from him, she wasn't afraid. She accepted him.
The younger one too, another beautiful one. He had saved her life out of instinct, but she had become his friend for it. She talked to him whenever she saw him. And she wasn't afraid. The lack of fear meant more than anything else ever could. Kurt moved on to the next bead. Even if something should happen to him, there were people who would care.
* * *
Cyclops grit his teeth and gripped the armrests of his chair. Everything he did now he did for his friends. The people he'd cared for a long time, like Storm, and those he'd come to care for recently; Rogue, Iceman, Nightcrawler and oh . . .God . . .yes maybe even respect for Wolverine too. But most of all he did it for Jean. She had died so that they could escape, so that they could live and keep trying. So, damn it, he was going to keep trying . . .until he joined her.
* * *
Iceman sat in front of Rogue; he was not going to let anything happen to her. He would die first. He would kill first. He knew that if something did happen to him she would be okay . . .eventually, Wolverine would help her. He didn't even know exactly what they were getting themselves into but they were going to stop Pyro, and Mystique and Magneto. And anyone else that was hurting people.
Iceman was no fool. He knew that there were people out there who wanted to hurt them, the very people that he was determined to save, but he would not let them be hurt. He would not allow them to bring him down to their level. He would stop them.
* * *
Rogue looked forward, she could see one of Iceman's hands on the armrest. She wished that she could take his hand. She couldn't though. She wasn't wearing her metal disk. Even then, she wouldn't have been able to reach. She was afraid, for him more than her. She knew that he could handle himself but she didn't know what she would do if anything happened to him. She shook herself. That was not going to happen. He was going to be okay. They both were.
* * *
Storm brought the jet down smoothly, Wolverine smiled, "That's what I call a landing."
Cyclops glared at him silently.
Storm took a deep breath, "They're underground, are we ready?"
She looked round the jet as every one nodded.