Logan got out of the jet faster than humanly possible. Then again he was a mutant. Followed by Ororo and Hank, Logan ran to the rusted doors of the warehouse and with assistance, got them open. Outside in the night chill the snow was becoming harder to walk on without slipping and a few times Logan had to grab on to Hank in order to stay standing. Inside the warehouse it was colder and the floor was covered with some sort of crunchy substance that by nose, Logan figured to be leaves. The light shining in from the jet barely illuminated ten feet in before meeting darkness. Despite these conditions Logan could still smell the fearful scent of Rogue somewhere in the room. He let his eyes adjust to the black and saw that the inside of the warehouse had been practically torn apart in some sort of fight but there was no scent of blood or death, this was reassuring-yet confusing.
Walking a few more steps in he caught the acute whiff of Rogue and with barely any more time wasted was at her side. "Rogue…" He whispered as he ran his leather gloved fingers over her pale face. There was something very different about her and he couldn't quite catch on but that didn't matter, as long as they found Rogue, everything could get better from there.
"Logan, let's get her to the jet so that Hank can take a look at her." He heard Ororo's voice from behind him. Lifting Rogue up from the ground, he turned and carried her out of the warehouse and to the jet.
He was followed by Ororo and Hank.
There was one thing they didn't notice the whole time they were in there. The open door in the back which led to outside. Where the body of Caroline Danvers was lying.
Rogue was in the infirmary for days. Scott thought that she would never get out. When Logan had walked in carrying her Scott had been poised sitting on the edge of the bed, chin down against his chest and fingers laced together on his thighs as Jean was muttering on about something that was bound to be stupid and self-directed.
When Logan carried her in… Scott nearly lost his mind. "Logan! What the hell happened? Ororo, is she going to be okay? She's going to be okay right, I mean she's not like dead or anything? Is she breathing? Has anyone checked if she was breath-"
"Shut up and sit down Summers, we'll get to you once we answer our own questions." Logan barked grittily.
Scott, taken aback, found himself sitting on a nearby table looking over Hank's shoulder ever-so-often as they assessed her. In a few hours they could say that she was okay for now. Breathing, blood circulating, warm but unconscious.
Scott never left her side. He spent the time he had with her stroking her arm with a gloved hand and inhaling the scent of his shampoo from her hair. After a while he could see some bruises becoming prominent on her arms and called Hank in to look at them. Hank of course said, in his per usual tone, "Very normal, Scott, very normal. We must remember she had been in a fight."
Scott didn't like the idea of her being bruised. He didn't like the idea of her being in a fight. And most importantly he didn't like the idea of her being unconscious.
And outside the infirmary Logan didn't like the idea that Scott was making such a big deal. Not because Logan found that it was nothing to make a big deal out of, of course, but that Logan felt that he and Bobby and the professor and Marie's close GIRL friend were the only ones allowed to show slight emotion towards the situation. Otherwise, it was uncalled for. That, and Logan didn't like the idea of Scott and Rogue anyway.
Aside from that, he jumped to alertness, he now didn't like the crashing sound coming from the infirmary where the two were.
Running through the doors he found Scott laying out cold on the ground with toppled over bedtables and pans lying around. But that wasn't the most interesting thing. No, the interesting thing was the giant hole in the ceiling leading to the next story where there was a giant hole in that ceiling leading to the outdoors. Grunting, Logan turned and ran down the steps of the school and outside where he found a group of students running inside.
In the middle of the field where he laid his eyes upon, Rogue was clutching her head in desperation, kneeling on the ground and screaming at the top of her lungs, "GET OUT! GET OUT OF MAH HEAD!"
And with that Logan saw something that he thought he never could. Rogue pushed up to her feet and… took flight? Yes. She was. She was flying! Gasping in confusion he looked around. Alright, who hear could fly? Sprinting back into the building he found Ororo attempting to calm down the frightened students. "ORORO! Rogue's FLYING!"
Ororo blanched and left her side as student's mother and ran outside to see for herself, and sure enough Rogue was soaring about in the air spasmodically as if being attacked. Calling upon the winds, Ororo pushed the confused girl down to the ground and Logan ran to her in time to grasp his gruff arms around her. He was not expecting the strength that combated with the flying and with ease Rogue tossed him aside. "GET 'ER OUTTA MAH HEAD!" She yelled and her eyes opened to Ororo who was approaching her.
"Child, calm down. We can't help you if you confuse yourself with all the voices. Sit down and know those memories aren't yours."
Screaming out once more Rogue toppled over in heave of sobs and soon the Professor rolled out to clear her mind.
""Once again in the clouds, the leaf that had fallen far from the tree had flown to high… Tsk." Mystique smirked to herself in the shadows of the hideout of the brotherhood. Mission complete, she thought, as she scanned over the body of Caroline Danvers. The deceased body of Caroline Danvers.
((Alright so that was the hardest chapter I've ever written in my career of writing fanfic. Not only do I not know how to write anything about Caroline Danvers, though I found it necessary to include, I freak myself out when I write for people like Mystique. So for the crappiness of this chapter--- readers, you have my deepest apologies.))