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Chapter 14

Storm hadn't ever looked so angry. She had led the X-Men back downstairs with large strides whilst the other mutants hurried along behind her fast-moving form. But now there were back underground, and Storm had met Charles with blazing eyes. Charles had no doubt kept in tune with the happenings for he firstly looked to Storm when she arrived.

"Are you alright?"

"Fine," said Storm in a dignified voice. She turned her head, eyes falling upon Rogue, whose uniform still sported the obvious slice of three claws across her chest; the pale flesh beneath contrasting clearly against the black leather. "Rogue?"

Rogue blinked at being addressed suddenly by Storm, but she got the meaning, quickly nodding, "I'm alright."

"He ran off again," said Scott quietly to the Professor, adjusting his visor, "He seemed to recognise us for a moment, then he said something about the fact he had to go, and disappeared down the corridor."

"It was as if he didn't vant to endanger us," explained Nightcrawler quietly, "'Ee seemed to want to get away from us before he lost control again."

"That would make sense," said Charles softly, looking thoughtful, "But I cannot see a way out of this situation. He'll keep on returning to the mansion, and then he'll keep going back to the humans. We need to stop him leaving."

Storm looked worried, she had folded her arms and was studying the floor in thought, "Do we have any idea where he is?"

"No," said Rogue with a heavy sigh.

Storm looked up to Charles slowly who bowed his head gently, "I think.. it is time I tried Cerebro."

Logan collapsed onto his knees as he was thrown into the pitch black cell upon returning back to the secret base that was his home. He could not control his motions, he was always sent home. Even as he began to remember who he was, he had to return back to the humans. He heard the footsteps of the soldiers behind him retreat. With a quiet groan, Logan kept his eyes closed as he lay on the hard floor of his cell. His hands were once more shackled with the additional knuckles cuffs. He remained laying on his front, pressing his face to the floor as he fought to mask all emotions. He hated feeling helpless. But he was, and it made him feel.. scared.

However, Logan did not notice that the door hadn't been slammed shut behind his entry yet. In fact, he did not notice the single scent that was still prominent in the air. Only as soft echoing footsteps walked into his cell did he crack open his bloodshot eyes to blearily watch a pair of heeled shoes stop beside his head. His eyes rose upwards to watch Lorna.

"He's thinks I am removing your memories now," she said quietly as she crouched beside him, watching him through the blackness with sympathetic eyes.

Logan just closed his eyes weakly, "Ain't he right to think that?" he murmured, dropping his cheek to the floor.

But Lorna shook her head, "No," she whispered, voice sounding almost tearful. She gently rested a hand on his back as she swallowed slowly. "You were hurt, weren't you?"

Gruffly, Logan nodded with a quietly, "Yeah.." His eyes closed against as he released a morose sigh, "It was Cyclops.. Scott who got me." He quickly fell quiet.

"Is he a friend of yours? One of the.. the X-Men?"

Lorna was surprised to see a wry grin stretch tightly on the stubbly jaw of the man, "Yeah, he's the leader of the X-Men, but we ain't exactly best pals."

To this, Lorna made a faint smile, "Oh.. I see. But he'd never hurt you purposely, would he?"

"No, no," muttered Logan, "although he probably wouldn't mind sometimes.." Logan made another grin as he peered up to Lorna, but inside, the idea of not ever being scowled at by Scott from across the room ever again was hurting him. Would he ever hear Professor Xavier reprimanding him for smoking inside the mansion? Would he ever hear Rogue's defiant objections to being touched like when Logan used to toy and tickle her into submissive laughter? He sighed again, his head drooping to rest on the floor.

"Wolverine?" said Lorna quietly, her hand moving from his back to trail the ripped clothes he wore. Her hand secured gently on his shoulder, squeezing it slowly. But he didn't reply, he just kept his eyes firmly closed and turned his head round to face away from her as he continued to lay on his front on the floor. Beneath her hand, Lorna could feel his shoulders heaving a little erratically in his breaths as he fought to keep his despair inside, not wishing to let it leak out of his eyes.

Slowly, Lorna lifted her hand, eyes trailing down to where his hands were still cuffed against the small of his back. Lorna cautiously glanced to the door of the cell. There was no movement in the light outside the door - the soldiers were long gone. Her movements were almost silent as her fingers delicately moved down to where the shackles bound his wrists.

Logan's attention was caught however, as he heard the jangle of metal. He picked his face up from the floor to look around his shoulder with a strained grunt as the awkward position, "What you doin'?" But she did not reply. Logan felt her fingers brush his wrists without flinching as she pulled off the metal handcuffs that bound his wrists together. In realisation, Logan slowly rolled over and sat up, pulling his now free hands to his face. He absently rubbed where the binds had irritated his thick wrists, "Thanks," he uttered gruffly.

But Lorna was not done yet; she suddenly pulled one of his hands towards her, temporarily startling Logan by her abruptness. She turned his hand palm-upwards with her hand holding it from underneath. Her thumb held his fingers back a little as with her free hand she unlocked the adamantium cuffs that sat across his knuckle. The metal fell open and dropped upon the floor with a clatter. She did the same with his other hand before she stood to her feet, still saying nothing. Logan, still a little uncertain about her silence, rose with her. He was noticeably taller than her, several inches, and he bowed his head as he looked down at her face. Previously it had been thrown in darkness, but with the strip of light from the door he could see a glimpse of tears falling down her pale cheeks. He immediately frowned and lifted a hand to tilt up her bowed head by the chin gently so he could see her face better, "What is it?"

"I'm letting you go," she said softly, closing her eyes as tears seeped from beneath her lids.

But Logan was still puzzled, "So why are you cryin'?"

"Because.." began Lorna softly, voice sounding a little breathless with her sobs, "Drayson will know it was me." Slowly her eyes opened as she watched his face closely. One of her hands rose to gently, taking Logan's as if need of comfort, "And Drayson will kill me for this."

"Literally," confirmed a quiet voice from the doorway.

This was just asking for a cliff hanger! Lol. Please review!