Author's Note: Wow, Silent Doom, I really appreciate your review. I know, replacing "w" and "y" with "v"'s was a little read when I was first writing it, but I wanted to try and capture everyone's accents and the like. You're not too wordy, and I'm sorry for all the little grammar errors. I try to correct them as best as I can before I send out another chapter, but I seem to always miss something. So I do apologize if I still don't catch all the errors. I'm glad that I made you happy about bringing Gambit and Beast into the story and sorry if the action parts are choppy lol.

Also, got some new and old readers alike coming around. And to clear it up, sych77, Atreyu is indeed in "The Neverending Story" and there's also a rock band called Atreyu. They got the name from the movie. Thanks for your reviews. Remy white-trash? I was hoping all those "deres" and "dems" would make him sound more like how we talk down here in Louisiana. Remy's not a very-well educated person, so maybe that's why he sounds like white-trash /shrugs/ And Rogue did recognize Sabretooth from X1, but you forget that Bobby wasn't with her, that's why I had her say he was on the news instead of going into great explanation, even though Bobby probably told her all about the events.


Chapter Seven

'She'll be okay. Go check on Logan,' Bobby told him as he looked in Logan's direction.

A faint bamf of imploding air and Kurt's distinctive scent of smoke and brimstone filled Bobby's nostrils.

He looked up and saw Kurt was now standing over Logan. Not soon after something with blue fur ran over to them. Bobby didn't even try to figure it out as Storm came over to them. Rogue was now slowly recovering from her accident. Bobby helped her up as Storm asked for the third time if she would be all right.

'It's . . . okay. G-Go check on Logan,' Rogue said, sniffling as she shakily got up.

Storm took her word and headed for Logan. Cyclops and the Professor were already there. As soon as Sabretooth saw the X-Men coming, he had un-dug his nails from Logan's chest. He was now nowhere to be found. Logan, on the other hand, lay on his stomach; his claws had already gone back in when he lost consciousness. Beast rolled him over gently. He saw both the gun shot and other chest wounds.

'He can heal himself?' he asked Kurt.

'Yes, but vounds that deep and close to his heart are not good. I can tell from that that he is barely breathing. It vill take some time,' Kurt said as he bent down.

'But he is breathing. That is the good thing. Kurt? Why don't you teleport Logan back to the Blackbird?' the Professor said.

Storm could tell he was slightly worried.

'Whoever dat was, he long gone,' Gambit said as he and Cyclops searched the area.

'Sabretooth is not one who normally lingers,' Professor Xavier said as Kurt and Logan disappeared with a bamf.

'Do you think he was on orders from Magneto?' Cyclops asked.

'With his attack on Logan, it's hard to tell if he was or not. He may have been simply trying to get even.'

'He has a cruel way of showing it,' Storm said.

'Well, there's nothing more to be done here. Let's all head back home,' Xavier said as he turned his wheelchair and went off to see if Rogue was really all right. The rest stepped around the pool of blood that was Logan's and past the frozen people to the Blackbird. Soon Xavier, Rogue, and Bobby came on board.

'I think I'd like a nice shower about now, Storm,' Xavier said as the walking platform closed up.

Storm nodded. Her eyes burned white, her irises and pupils almost invisible. The air around her became charged with electricity. Outside, the sunshine was disappearing as rain clouds came out of thin air. A downpour followed with the roar of far away thunder. The jet rose and soon took off. Two minutes later, the people down below unfroze. The police officers looked at each other, especially at Officer Maxwell, who was rolling around the grass like a two-year-old. What the world were they doing at a Burger King with shot guns and pistols? And just what the hell did Maxwell think he was doing?

'Maxwell, get off the damn ground. Just what the hell do you call yourself doing?' the officer with the bullhorn barked.

Maxwell looked around stupidly. Just a few minutes ago he had felt like he was on fire, knowing he would die any minute. Now, besides feeling humiliated, he felt fine.

'I . . . er . . . I . . .' he mumbled unintelligible babble.

The other officers then noticed all the people around them were staring at them.

'Just a drill. Yeah . . . ladies and gentleman, it's only a drill. Go back and enjoy your meals,' the one with the bullhorn said, thinking quickly. He gave the other officers, particularly Maxwell, a stern look, daring them to argue otherwise.


'So, what did you see?'

'Did they bust each other up?'

'Did ya see them rip each other open?'

It was the next day and Rogue was having to endure the questions from all the kids in her first period. The bell was due to ring any minute for class to start and Rogue was ready to welcome it gladly.

Logan was still in the medical ward. A few more inches and both the bullet and Sabretooth's nails would have punctured his heart. His healing factor hadn't been given a proper rest before the attack. Rogue heard what went on during his nightmares. She had once been on a midnight stroll down the halls alone one night and had past his room. It sounded like one man fighting a hundred tigers. No wonder it was taking so long for him to heal. But Beast had promised that by the end of the week, Logan should be in tip-top shape.

The bell finally rang and the questions finally came to a halt. Hank walked in but for some reason, he was still blue. Some of the kids jumped back, having not seen him in this form before.

'Sorry, everyone, sorry. I did not mean to startle any of you. I was experimenting until late last night. I had been trying to find a way to get rid of my blueness when I overdid it too much on an acid and ended up like this. I'm afraid to say that I'll stay like this permanently. But that won't stop me from giving you homework tonight!' he said cheerfully while everyone else groaned.

The rest of the hour Rogue was copying down formulas and difficult mathematics to solve the formulas that everything that had happened the day before was pushed to the back of her mind. Afterwards, she would have Professor Xavier for two hours of English and Physics. Then she had planned to meet up with Bobby and have lunch together.

By the time lunch came, she was thoroughly looking forward to it. As she and Bobby met up and sat outside to enjoy their lunch, she found out that she wasn't the only one to be questioned like a criminal. Bobby was so fed up with everyone that he had actually threaten to freeze Jamie, who he shared a room with, to the wall and leave him there.

'At least we took the spotlight off the new kids,' Rogue said as she watched Draven, DeLeigh, and Drake as they sat on the grass and began eating.

'Yeah, yay for them,' Bobby muttered moodily.

Rogue finished her lunch. She still had time until her next class, so she asked Bobby if he'd go with her to check in on Logan.

'Not as if he's changed at all,' Bobby said, but got up and followed her.

They didn't notice Draven, DeLeigh, and Drake as they too got up and followed them. The medical ward was only one floor down, so it didn't take a long time. Logan was still in there. Tubes and bandages were all over him. When he fell out, the wounds that weren't completely healed slowly opened back up on their own accord.

'Whoa, what happened to him?' a deep voice asked.

Rogue and Bobby jumped.

'What are you doing here?!' Bobby demanded as he turned around and saw who it was.

Draven shrugged his shoulders, his hands in his pockets.

'We were bored. You two looked like you had something interesting going on, so we followed you.'

'We didn't see you in the elevator,' Rogue said.

'Took the stairs. Thought we needed the exercise,' Draven said as he went closer and looked in on Logan.

'Some would consider that being nosy,' Bobby said.

'Yeah, but only some,' Draven said, looking back at Bobby.

'Besides, you're the only ones nice enough to tell us more than two words. Everybody else seems scared of us, although I don't know why. We're all freaks here,' DeLeigh said as she stood by Draven.

'So, is this the guy they call Wolverine?' Draven asked, looking at Logan again.

'His name's Logan,' Rogue said quickly before she could stop herself.

'Sorry, Logan then. Anyway, this is him?' Draven asked.

'Yeah. He got attacked by an old enemy of his,' Rogue said.

'We've heard stories, but we haven't heard that one,' Drake commented.

'Well, we should know. We were there,' Bobby replied sharply.

'Hey, not saying we don't believe you. Some of the stories were too fishy anyway. But that was only one of the reasons we wanted to talk to you,' Draven said.

'And the other reason?' Bobby asked.

'Do you happen to know anyone by the name of Pyro?' DeLeigh asked.

'I knew I didn't like something about you from the start,' Bobby said, glaring in Draven and Drake's direction.

'Down boy. She only asked a question. Whether you'll admit it or not, he told us he knew you. And that was about the only thing he said,' Drake said.

'Why?' Rogue asked.

'Because I knocked him out. Thought he was a jackass. Have no clue where he's at now, but he seemed to have it in for you, my friend,' Draven said, pointing at Bobby.

'So you weren't friends with Pyro or anything?' Rogue asked.

'No,' DeLeigh said.

'Well, thanks for the tip,' Bobby said, feeling sheepish.

Just then a bell rang.

'Dammit, that was the bell for class,' DeLeigh mumbled as he looked at her watch.

There was a scramble to get into the elevator. It took them two floors up to the girls' dormitory and Rogue and DeLeigh got out. Bobby, Draven, and Drake waited until it went up another floor to their dormitories. Rogue and DeLeigh met up with Bobby and Drake seconds later because they had the same class together. Draven had to take the elevator and run to the garage where he had Scott's class at.

Rogue, Bobby, Drake, and DeLeigh made hurried apologies as they entered their History class. Storm didn't scold them too badly. She just warned Bobby that he had one more tardy left before detention. They went to their back row seats and opened their text books. Down at the garage Draven wasn't so lucky. Scott had been stressed with Logan's recent ambush and his now no sleeping habit wasn't helping matters. He told Draven he had a mind to give him detention, but instead he'd give him an essay to write. When everyone's classes were over, Rogue overheard Draven grumbling about it all to DeLeigh and Drake, who were sitting by her and Bobby.

'Scott's had a rough time,' Rogue assured Draven. 'He'll get over it.'

'Yeah, but that still doesn't help out with my essay,' he said gloomily.