IIIIII have reveiwers, na-na-na-na--naaaa-na!

persian85033: Who, Mystique? Have an evil agenda? Of course not! (wink, wink)

Push Me: Slim the swear words, orI'll start givin' you hurts:) Thank you!

Rogue14: (evil grin)

Toxic-Beetle: Yep. Pooor Lance. It's a good thing he's so cute, or I mighta just killed him off instead!

whylime: Thank you for the ideas! (wiggles eyebrows and thinks of ways to use suggestions in fic...)

Disclaimer:"Oh that I had wings like a dove! For then I would fly away, and be at rest." - Psalm 55:6

Chapter 15

"I'm goingwithyou." Pietro said, looking at Lance with a wary eye.

Lance narrowed his own eyes in response. "No way. You get me in, then you stay here, out of my business."

"I'm goingwith. That'sthat. Ineverget thiskind of excitement, and-"

"Don't make me hurt you." Lance said simply. "And don't try to follow me. Or else."

"Or else what?" Peitro asked, rolling his eyes.

Lance smiled. "I got stuff on you, you know that."

Pietro crossed his arms. "You have nothing on me! I-"

"Two words: pink ribbons."

"THATWASNEVERPROVEN!"

Lance picked up is gear and walked toward the door. Passing Mystique, he gave her a final glare.

"I'll be in touch. Double cross me, and I'll-"

"Yes, I'm sure you can come up with all sorts of lurid threats." She said, rolling the words off her tounge likepoison from a viper's fang. "But you must hurry. Time is of the essence, after all."

Pietro huffed over to take Lance and his bag.

In a whoosh, they were gone.


"Thanks. Get lost."

"You'remaking a mistake."

"Keep talkin'" Lance whispered, glaring at him, "And I'll get busted."

"Look" Pietro whispered now, "I mayactlike a jerk all the time, but that doesn'tmean I'm goingtolet you get killed half-way around the worldwhen-"

He was cut short by the persuasiveness of Lance's fist.

Dragging Pietro's unconscious body to a corner, he smiled. "For your own good. Sweet dreams."

He went back to his business. Picking up his cell phone, he speed dialed.

She answered on the first ring.

"I'm in."

"Excellent. Now follow my instructions very carefully."


"Now, you're set. Contact me when you're airborne."

"Check." Lance hung up the communications link he had routed through his cell into the beast he was preparing for takeoff.

He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with fear.

And exhaled.


"AARRRGGHH!"

The Professor woke suddenly to the voice of Wolverine, yelling.

"Logan, stop screaming, you're giving me a headache! Are you alright?"

"Chuck! You're not going to believe this…"