"What's happening! I don't understand!" Mr. Quinn yelled as Scorch and Nanny fell to the ground grasping their heads. Scorch yanked his device off and rested against the cage, trying to focus his eyes. Nanny scratched at the device and using what energy she had left, she concentrated her powers just enough to dislodge the device. She threw it across the room and tried to stand, but slunk to the floor, her arms and legs like jelly.

"No! How could this be?" Mr. Quinn hurried over to the control panels and turned the cameras and security system back on and then turned the devices back on.

"I assume we will be refunded for this!" Mr. Lounder shouted as he let himself out the door.

"And you better have it all working again soon, or we'll pull the plug on this place all together," Mr. Bevly stated as he slammed the door behind him.

Jean's eyes flared and her mouth twitched. She stood in the door way and using her powers she picked Mr. Quinn up and threw him out the door. Her vision blurred for a moment or two, Phoenix again trying to gain control. She found the system and device buttons and turned them off again.

…

"We've got these two," Scott said referring to the two guards coming their way. "Find where they're being held and we'll be there shortly." Scott shouted to Kurt as he grabbed a hold of Storm and they began teleporting their way down the halls out of harm's way.

Scott shot at the guards in range and Wolverine struggled with another, large guard, finally impaling him through the chest.

"Come on, we've got to help Storm and Kurt."

"Go on. I've got to get Nanny out of the cage and help the other poor soul trapped there."

As Scott moved in Storm and Kurt's direction, he noticed something sitting in a dark corner, some what hidden behind some wooden crates. It looked like man, just sitting there. The closer he got, the more he could see; the man was sitting there with his mouth open and his eyes wide, and he was missing his right ear. Scott recognized that face and rushed towards him, almost in tears.

"Dad," he whispered. Scott grabbed held his father, placing his forehead on his father's forehead. That's when he realized that there was no blood by his missing ear. In fact, the only thing that had come out of the gap were wires and rubber buttons. Scott pulled back for a second and examined him. He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. He heard a door crash to the ground and he quickly headed off to help Storm and Kurt.

…

"Jean, are you ok?" Scott shouted into his mouth piece as he rushed behind a wall to avoid being hit by one of the guard's bullets.

"Yes, I'm fine. Everyone here is taken care of. I'm headed your way."

Jean left, quickly disposing of her high heals and stepping into some slipper like shoes. She was dizzy and her eyes would flare up every other few seconds or so. She made her way slowly, trying to calm herself and Phoenix enough so that she could help the others.

…

Wolverine sliced the locks and door knobs off the doors to the cage. Scorch was struggling to stand when Wolverine reached out his hand.

"What's going on?" Scorch asked.

"You're free. Leave now."

"But how-"

"No time for questions. Get out while you still can." Wolverine gently bent down and cradled Nanny in his arms. He moved quickly, leaving the cage and heading immediately for the jet.

"No, no … you don't understand … I won't go back, I won't fight anymore. You can't make me …" Nanny mumbled. Everything was spinning, so she kept her eyes shut as Wolverine hurriedly carried her out of there. She leaned her head against his chest. Frankly, she didn't care who it was; leaning her head against something more solid was the only way to keep her bouncing head from provoking her already horrible headache.

"Nanny, it's ok."

"How do you know my name?" She whispered, opening one eye for a moment, trying to see if she could focus enough to get a clear vision of the person. That's when she recognized his scent. She smiled softly and shut her eyes again, without another word.

…

"Scott, where's Jean?" Wolverine shouted as he made his way towards the back door.

"I don't know. She said she was on her way."

"And Storm and Kurt?"

"They're finishing up."

"Well, I would like thank you for fetching her, but I'll be taking her back now …" A familiar voice interrupted. Magneto stepped out of no where, Mystique just behind him, with Amorpha's arm wrapped around Mystique for balance. Magneto stretched out his hands and simultaneously kept Wolverine from moving while manipulating the magnetic fields that surrounded Nanny, pulling her towards himself.

"I thought I'd go ahead and let you all do the dirty work and then come in and collect what was mine," Magneto added as Nanny reached his arms and he began to turn towards the door, Wolverine still frozen where he stood. Cyclops took a shot at Magneto when he had the chance and Nanny fell to the floor. Wolverine jolted forward once his feet were free, but he wasn't close enough to Nanny to grab her before Magneto had the chance. Kurt rushed through and grabbed Nanny, teleporting her out the back door and into the jet. Magneto too, hurried out the back door and locked it behind him. Mystique and Amorpha rushed towards the jet as Magneto brought it around. Cyclops was working on melting the hinges off the door when Jean came rushing up.

"Jean!"

"I'm ok, I think." She said. The lights flickered and Scott braced Jean before she could fall. The lights flickered again and Jean steadied herself. Wolverine kicked the door open with the help of Storm's wind and they all ran to the jet and headed for home.

…

"Good job. We'll be ready when you return." The Professor's voice rang throughout the jet from a speaker phone.

"Who's we?" Wolverine asked.

"Prophet has agreed to join the team."

Wolverine rolled his eyes. "Was wondering how long it'd be before that happened."

Scott shook his head at Wolverine, chuckling silently. Jean sat back in her chair, half asleep and dreaming. Her eye lids flickered and her cheek would twitch every now and then.

Nanny was lying in the back across a padded bench. After a small sip of water, and simply time, she was able to focus her eyes more, though she still had a headache, she was still noxious, and she could still hear her heart beating in her ears.

"I hadn't even a chance to thank you all for saving me the first time, and here you've come and saved me a second a time," she said, sitting up. She leaned her head up against the wall behind her, keeping her eyes closed.

"Feeling better?"

"I still feel like I've been put through a blender, but yes, I am feeling a little better."

…

"No, go ahead and let her sleep. I can fill her in on everything later on."

"Hmmm, forget sleep." Nanny yawned as she entered the Professor's office. "Have I missed anything so far?"

"No."

"So all of the mutants made it out alright?" Storm asked.

"Yes. It will take me a while to locate the lab they mentioned, but for the time being, they won't be receiving any more mutants."

"Did you find anything on Mr. Summers while we were gone?"

Scott had been starring out the window during the whole meeting, and he clenched his fists when his father was mentioned. Small rain drops dotted the window as it began to sleet.

"My father died in that plane crash," he whispered sternly.

"But then who-"

"He was a robot. My guess is that he was sent here to pick up information on us; the minor details. He's kidnapping was staged, a trap. They meant to draw Wolverine out to capture him. And I believe they were the other couple from the jewelry store were simply there to lure Nanny away." Scott closed his eyes, fighting back tears and remaining questions. He left, slamming the door behind him, before anyone else had a chance to speak. After a few moments of silence, the team heard the motor cycle start and pull out of the driveway.

"How did he-it, know so many small, yet significant details about Scott?"

The Professor sighed and lowered his eyes. "That is something that I will tell you all later." He returned his eyes to the group and smiled at their newest member.

"Nanny, I don't believe you've met Prophet yet." They shook hands and the meeting was dismissed. Most went to bed, dead tired. Jean stayed up worried about Scott in this kind of weather, but she soon fell asleep on the Tv room couch.

"Not sleepy eh?" Wolverine asked as he followed Nanny into the kitchen. She reached into the freezer and grabbed out one of those frozen pizzas and preheated the oven.

"Ohhh, I'm so tired I think I could sleep for years. No, it's …" she sighed and put the pizza on a tray and shoved into the oven. "I've never killed anyone before." She widened her eyes and raised her brows. "I never even imagined killing someone before. I- it wasn't self-defense, it wasn't cold blooded murder. I didn't kill them for fear of my own life, though it would have happened if I hadn't killed them. I didn't kill them because I wanted to, and I didn't really kill them because I was forced to. It was really strange. Yes, in a way we were forced to kill- the devices inflicted such an unnatural hatred in us, but it was that hatred that made us. Oh … I'm babbling. Point being, their blood, their agony, their bodies, their faces, their voices- I had talked to both of the ones I had killed before I had killed them. We were, strangely, kind of, friends. Even- not so much- Amorpha. But-then- hmmm. Every time I close my eyes I see it all over again. It makes me sick to my stomach."

The pizza timer went off and Nanny hopped off her stool. Wolverine suppressed a laugh when he saw Nanny wince as she bent down to pull the pizza out. She was a sight. Her right palm was bandaged from being burnt, her right thumb had a purple bump on it from being pinched in some of the cage, she had bandages around her stomach, a long, but not bad, scratch across her belly button, a large band-aid on her left thigh, bandages on her left shoulder, and her lip was fat from a good punch. She had other various bruises of course, but watching her wince to grab the pizza with her magenta highlighted hair tied back in a messy bun, tickled Wolverine.

Nanny set the tray down on the counter and cut it up. "Want some?"

"No. I can't stand those frozen pizza things. I only like the real stuff," he said, pointing to a number and a coupon on the fridge. Nanny smiled and rolled her eyes, grabbing a plate down from the cupboards.

"I don't know if you remember or not, but one of your old friends stopped by to join us."

"At the arena?" She said in between bites. "Who?"

"Magneto."

"What'd he want?"

"You it would seem. Said he came to collect what was his. Though he tried and failed to take you along, he did manage to take Amorpha with him."

"Figures she'd join him," Nanny mumbled.

"What- what happened, before, back, wherever Magneto is?" Wolverine said, watching Nanny intently.

Nanny chewed her pizza carefully, thinking of what to say- if to say anything at all. She wanted to pretend nothing had happened, leave it all behind and left unspoken. They would never stop being curious though and they deserved an explanation- a truthful explanation. She took a careful sip of water and thought of where she wanted to start. Wolverine dropped his gaze, feeling bad that he brought it.

'Why couldn't you leave it alone! Good going, sis kabobs,' Wolverine thought to himself.

"I was standing on a bridge in Great Leap National Park," Nanny began. Wolverine lifted up his head, a bit surprised. He figured at this point that she was going to ignore his question.

"Toad stuck his tongue out and grabbed me by the waist," she shuttered. "He pulled me up into their, helicopter, I think. I was so dizzy from being so violently grabbed up into the air that I couldn't focus my eyes enough to tell what it was. I guess I passed out because I woke up in a damp, kind of dark room. It smelled horribly and there was no door, anywhere. There were only bars. I didn't understand that in the beginning, but after realizing that he was a mutant with magnetic powers, I understood. Toad was the guard; that guy creeps me out. Anyways, Magneto went on and on about how it was impossible for me to be so understanding about mutants, that I had to be a mutant somehow. I told him that was absurd- that mutants find out about their powers, abilities, earlier on; WAY earlier on. He went on to explain that in certain cases the mutant must undergo extreme stress to bring the powers out. He made me fight Sabertooth, himself, and I think I fought Mystique- is that her name, once. I obviously had the disadvantage. He tried some other machines, but nothing was working. So, he finally hooked me up to this machine that was a combination of some mind thing and an electric chair. It was supposed to pull up every painful memory while practically shocking me to death. Turns out that the memories were the key. The next thing I knew, pieces of the machine were being ripped off of it and it exploded, sending terrible shock waves out. Because I was in the "eye of the storm," you might say, the shock waves didn't affect me. I stumbled my way towards the door, using my powers to get out; everyone else was unconscious. But after that, I have no memory. I have no idea how I ended up in the ally way."

She sighed, felling better about having it off her chest, but she still felt embarrassed. She cleared her plate and yawned. Of course Wolverine was speechless. There never is anything to say in response to painful stories. Nanny left Wolverine thinking to himself at the table while she went to flip through the Tv stations, careful not to wake Jean up.