Author's Note: None of these characters are mine except Helena but not her mutant name or powers. And yesI picked the title of this story before that band came out with that song with the same title. They stole that from me! Enjoy the last chapter guys! R&R -Fairytaledreamer
Mystique didn't wait to be invited in. She pushed past Logan and dropped the files reading Magneto on Storm's desk.
"We just found out some disturbing news from Russia. It seems an old chemist named Bernard Larnstien was found at a deserted lab near the capital dead. He had been experimenting with different chemicals."
"Where have I heard that name before?" Storm asked Mystique curiously.
Coming to the point, Mystique narrowed her eyes, "He was a mutant and ally of Magneto. You'll find in those files there that there has been no record of our friend Erik since the Golden Gate Bridge incident. And, the abandoned lab also contained notes and charts of a certain chemical that Larnstien had been working on for months. You'll find in that snapshot there it was called-"
"An antidote," Storm finished, looking at the picture in the file of the notes.
"Wait; hold on a second," Logan walked towards Mystique, "How do we know we can trust you? Yeah, Magneto left you once you turned human but still; I have no reason to trust you."
"Logan," Storm answered, "She's been working undercover for the FBI these past few months. I checked it out myself; she's telling the truth."
"I wasn't finished!" Logan interrupted.
"God you're a stubborn ass!" Warren murmured under his breath.
Thanks to his excellent hearing, Logan pointed a claw at him and growled, "You better watch it fly-boy!"
He turned back to Mystique, "So Magneto's got his powers back. Why does that concern us? Unless you have any more valuable information for us; you're pretty much useless! Why tell us that the villain's back but no place to find him or start looking besides the middle of nowhere in Russia?"
"I wasn't finished either!" Mystique scolded at him, "This isn't FBI information; it's my own. I know Erik better than any of you will. The first thing he'll want to do once he has his powers back is to rid the people who did this to him. People that change the world; the ones that are of high positions. That's where he'll take his revenge and start a new power of his own."
"Oh shit," Bobby uttered.
"What? What is it?" Rogue asked.
"It's the Assembly," Storm told them, "The Assembly of all the high powers are meeting at the UN in New York City tonight. The president will even be there."
"Oh perfect!" Logan groaned.
"X-men, let's suit up!" Storm ordered.
Just outside of NYC, Helena walked up to an open booth at the national airport.
The old woman behind the counter looked at her awkwardly, unable to get over the girl's electric blue hairstyle.
"Can-can I help you miss?" the woman tried to continue on normally.
Looking at the global map above them, Helena studied hard about where to go. When she didn't respond, the old woman rubbed the back of her neck nervously, assuming Helena was on some sort of narcotic and repeated herself, "Miss?"
Helena completely ignored the woman's discomfort and replied, "Next flight out to Jakarta please."
The old woman raised an eyebrow, "Jakarta? Indonesia miss?"
"The only place I believe called Jakarta. Yeah, one way ticket. Next flight out."
"Okay," the woman looked down at her screen in search for the flight, "Next one out isn't until two A.M."
Helena pulled back her sleeve and saw it wasn't even 6 P.M.
Curiously, the woman leaned over, "Are you sure you'd like that one miss? The next flight leaves at a later hour of-"
"No no! That's fine; window seat too please. I'd like to look out at the ocean."
"I'm sure you would," the old woman murmured as she booked the flight.
However, Helena ignored it and kept her smile. She had never been to Indonesia, and had always dreamed of seeing it one day. Besides, she didn't know what else to do. She was already lost.
Back at the school, the X-men were in the lower levels suiting up. Logan broke in his suit by unleashing his claws through the gloves of his suit. Nearby, Warren cut slits in his shirt before he slipped his white wings through.
"Hey," Logan called to him. They met eye to eye, but with harsh looks. Still, Logan spoke, "Are you sure you want to do this? Where we're going there won't be any 'business types' or meetings. It's all combat, and we both know that you're not the best at it."
Warren was about to knock him upside the head, but Logan raised apologetic hands, "I mean, you haven't actually fought with us before. I'm just warning you that this could be really dangerous; some of us might not make it through."
Lowering his fist, Warren zipped up his suit and walked past Logan, grumbling, "I've got nothing left to lose."
Making their way into the next room, the X-men looked up at their mode of transportation. The last battle they faced lost them their plane, but there before them was another. This one was thinner, and black. Everyone was in awe of its high tech exterior.
Finding Storm, Logan walked over to her and leaned towards her, "You have been busy."
Smiling, she replied, "You have no idea."
Darkness swept over New York as the Assembly commenced as scheduled. Security swarmed both inside and around the UN building. However, none of them expected what was coming.
There was a rumble close by Central Park not too far from the UN. The guards were curious, but unconcerned. However, everyone by the park was in ciaos. Cars flew up and dropped onto each other as Magneto and his new crew headed towards the UN.
With Magneto was a small but powerful group of mutants. Apocalypse, he could change his size drastically. Magma, she is able to create lava and control it. Gladiator, having super strength, heat vision, and powerful breath. And then there was Plague, you figure out what he could do.
People ran for their lives; policemen tried to stop them. But, there was nothing they could do. Magneto smiled in his glorious entrance as he marched to the UN. By the time they would have the guns with the mutant antidote; it would already be too late.
In the jet, Storm flew fast to get to the UN. Bobby, Rogue, Peter, Kitty, Warren, and Logan held tight since they were going twice as fast as the old jet. Listening over the air radio, Storm said aloud, "Oh no."
"What is it?" Logan asked.
She switched the radio onto speaker: "People running in the streets and there's no where to go! I can vaguely see the four- no- five of them marching. It's only five mutants but they're as strong as a full army!"
Looking at Storm, Logan urged her, "Go faster!"
Sipping some coffee, Helena looked out the window at the planes coming and going. What was she thinking? It'd be great to go and travel again; just like old times minus the erotic dancing in between!
Just then, someone knocked into the back of her, causing Helena to drop her coffee. She crouched down and grabbed it, and then turned to see who had bumped her so rudely. However, it wasn't who she suspected. There she was face to face with a 7 year old werewolf. Or, at least the kid was dressed up like one. He had claws and growled at her, pretending to scratch her in the face.
She smiled and said, "Boy, you gave me a fright there Wolf!"
He smiled back just before his mother called, "Logan! Logan, get over here," he ran towards his mom and she took one of his claws in her hand, "What did I tell you about scaring people like that? I should have never bought you that ridiculous costume!"
Helena stood up slowly, not taking an eye off the kid. He looked back at her and waved. In a weird trance, she waved back. Finally, she snapped out of it and threw her coffee away, "Why is it every time I've almost forgotten him, he annoyingly finds me again!"
She brushed off her black jeans and began walking. She tried not to think about it, but she couldn't help herself. Finally, she stopped and groaned, "God, I really hate how you give me the obvious signs at the very last minute!"
Making up her mind, she threw away her ticket and went to public services to get her luggage back. However, on her way, she noticed a lot of people complaining, and screaming. All the flights were at a freeze; people were gathered around every television. Curiously, she pushed through the flood of people to find the news on.
Her eyes widened when she saw a man reporting the scene behind him. It was NYC alright, it was being invaded. She moved in for a closer look just as the cameraman zoomed in on an older man wearing a ridiculous helmet and black cape moving taxis from his path. It was Magneto; he had to be heading for the UN. She completely forgot the Assembly was today.
"Fuck!" she shouted and ran through and out of the building.
"Why do I always have to leave right before the fighting starts?"
She zipped up her leather navy blue jacket and headed for the parking garage. But suddenly, she stopped. Cars were jam packed everywhere. She'd never get there in time to stop him. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes.
"Helena Bianchi, you know what you have to do. You have to run; you're saving lives. Concentrate, you have to know that you're running to save lives!"
Slowly she began to run. She kept her eyes fixed on the city past the roads and bridges.
"Run! Dodge the traffic! Just run!"
To her amazement, Helena ran, fast. However, the cars ahead of her drew close. But suddenly, she jumped and ran faster on the tops of the cars. She grinned, but kept her eyes fixed on New York.
The plane had landed out of sight and the X-Men began to leave the plane. However, when Rogue started running off with the rest of them, Storm stopped her, "No, you can't go Rogue."
"What? I can help Professor; I want to help!" Rogue argued.
Bobby watched, he hated what Storm was about to say, but knew it to be right.
"You don't have your powers anymore. But that's okay, it was your choice. But it's useless for you to go in there. I need you to stay here with the plane and to fly it whenever I call you to get us. It's important, Marie."
As much as she liked her name, she hated hearing Storm use it this way. Treating her like a useless human.
"I'm sorry," Storm left the plane.
Bobby walked back up to Rogue and held her face gently. Somberly, he kissed her, and then ran off. Rogue felt tears running down her face. All she could think of was that word: useless.
Inside the UN, everyone had been panicking. Minutes before the news went on; they lost power in the entire building. Security thickened as the world leaders and politicians worriedly chattered with each other about what was happening. However, the UN Ambassador didn't speak to anyone. Henry McCoy, or Beast, knew that something wasn't right. He knew that someone was going to break in. Stealthily, he moved away from the politicians and snuck out of the guards' sight.
Just then, the doors to the front of the building flew open Magneto and his men had made it into the building with no problems. However, they were soon ambushed by the X-Men, who stood between Magneto and his goal.
"Well well well, look at all of you here again. I thought you had retired from your pathetic gang of X-Men!"
"Not while you're around Magneto," Logan growled as he released his claws.
"Oh please," he raised his hand, lifting Logan into the air, "Don't waste my time."
Then, he tossed him hard right, hitting the wall and falling down hard. Magneto smiled and kept walking. But just as the team went after him, they were stopped by his force.
Gladiator looked at the bunch and blew a quick breath towards them. All of them flew backwards, except for Warren who flew up and came down on the mutant.
Kitty got up and saw a Chinese girl about her age smiling at her. Kitty gave her a strange look, and then was blasted with liquid hot lava. She jumped into the ground and barely missed the hit.
Peter and Bobby fought Apocalypse, who was hard to hit since he kept changing size on them. As Logan came to, he ignored their battles and ran after Magneto.
Storm was having trouble finding Plague, who kept disappearing whenever she tried to hit him with a lightening bolt. When her last one struck the surface where he once was, she wasn't quick to notice he was right behind her. Just before he laid a hand on her, someone kicked him in the side, knocking him to the ground.
Storm turned to see it was Rogue. Smiling, she said, "I'm not completely useless you know!"
Suddenly Plague was back up and pushed Storm aside. He quickly and quietly laid his hands on Rogue's face, letting the poison flow through her skin. Grinning, he showed his black and yellow teeth as he released her to fall to the ground.
Looking back from the fight, Bobby saw this and panicked, "Rogue!"
Without hesitation, he jumped in front of her shaking body and forced ice from his fingertips. Plague tried to disappear, but the ice was faster then he was.
Storm and Bobby went over to Rogue, whose veins were coming out green. Bobby was about to touch her face, but Storm stopped him, "No! Don't touch her! You'll catch it too!"
"But how are we supposed to save her?" Bobby cried.
"You're not!" a voice echoed from behind them.
It was Helena. She looked at them as she panted only slightly, "I am!"
They parted as she stepped forward. She knelt over Rogue and looked at her intently. Then, she took off her jacket and placed her hands on Rogue face. The plague came over Helena for a moment, but she fought back quickly and strong.
Warren, arm in arm with Gladiator, noticed her there out of the corner of his eye, "Helena?" he couldn't believe she was there.
However, this distracted him and the mutant punched Warren down to the ground. Before Warren could fly back up to him, Gladiator used his heat rays and burned a part of Warren's wings. He was down. Without a moment to spare, Gladiator flew off to help Magneto.
Rogue took a deep breath again. The green veins were gone; she was saved. Looking up into Helena's face, she smiled, "I knew you'd come."
Helena grinned and nodded, "But you've got to stop playing the damsel cause I'm sick of saving ya!"
Just then, Kitty and Peter ran towards them. Apocalypse and Magma were in the offense. Hearing noises from the other room, Helena told Storm, "Take care of these two; Rogue, go help Warren!"
She began to run off, but not before Storm yelled, "Where are you going?"
"I've got to help Logan!" and she ran out of their sight.
The leader and politicians in the main room began to panic when all of the guards' guns flew up and above them, aiming down at all of them. Magneto floated into the room and quickly spotted the President along with other top leaders of the world.
"Gentlemen, you've tried stopping me before and have failed. So it's my turn to take vengeance on you all and start a new order for the new world. A world without humans!"
"Not if I have anything to do with it!" Logan growled from the shadows. However, just before he jumped at Magneto, Gladiator grabbed hold of him and they tumbled to the ground. Logan tried scratching him, but he was like a man of steel. Gladiator held Logan tight and brought him out from the darkness.
"You never give up do you?" Magneto sighed, "Gladiator, dispose of him once and for all while I discuss a little business with the UN."
The tall, large man nodded and pushed Logan to the ground like he was a bug. Just before he used heat vision, a blue furry man jumped out from nowhere and onto Gladiator, his shot missing Logan.
Beast pounded the mutant repeatedly in the chest. However, this took no toll on the man. He punched Beast off and blew him and Logan against the wall. Feeling his neck crack, Logan groaned and complained to Henry, "Come one Fur ball, that's the best you got?"
"Oh and you did so much better?" he snapped back.
However, their bigger problem was Gladiator's breath, forcing them against the wall. His eyes began to turn red; he would not miss his target again. And as the Gladiator shined his heat vision, he hit the targets.
But there was just one problem; the beams went through the two of them. Logan felt as though he was a ghost. But then, he saw her. Helena was there, touching both Beast and Logan, using her power to keep them from being hit by the beams.
Then, letting go of them, she placed her hands on the red beams and walked towards the tall man. With a small sigh of boredom, she pushed the rays onto Gladiator himself, causing him to fall backwards.
Beast blinked a few times and commented, "What a woman!"
Logan ran for her and grabbed her arm, "What are you doing here?"
But just then, Gladiator jumped back up and ran for them. Helena grabbed Logan and teleported them ten feet from the spot. Unfortunately for Beast, Gladiator headed straight for him.
Pulling back from Logan, she looked at him confidently, "Isn't it obvious? I'm saving your ass."
Logan frowned and looked at her sternly. She nodded and grinned, "You know I love you."
She pulled him in and kissed him. But, she didn't make it a long one. She let go of him and scratched her electric blue hair and gave him a grave look, "Make sure they stop Magneto's team."
"What?" she turned and walked away from him, towards Magneto, "What are you going to do?" Logan called to her.
Just as Magneto lined the guns up at either side of him, he heard a voice, "You-who!"
"Oh no," he turned and sighed, "I can't believe it. Helena."
She stood just below him, arms crossed over her black tank top looking no older than thirty-five, "Erik."
"You look quite lovely for someone your age. You'll be fifty soon won't you?"
"And you'll be ninety soon won't you Erik?" she smirked at him.
"Oh how I've missed your sarcasm. And your hair; I've never seen it blue before. Someone must've really gotten to you finally."
As Logan watched and listened, he didn't understand this. Her hair?
"I've got a message from your previous girlfriend. Mystique says put the toys away and turn yourself in like a good little terrorist."
"I am no terrorist; merely a keeper of the pure and just path."
"What in the hell does that mean? Erik, you may think you're doing the right thing, but you're not! Stop this now; I won't ask you again."
Magneto squinted his left eye, triggering the guns.
Helena turned her head slightly, "Erik, I will not warn you again."
This time, he revealed several grenade bombs from his belt and held them high.
They both froze. Helena wasn't thinking anymore; she had made up her mind a long time ago.
And then, she saw his eye move again. But she was just as fast as he was. She ran and stopped in front of the crowd of people, just before he let the guns fire. Spreading her arms out, she closed her eyes.
Logan watched as Magneto let the bullets fly in the UN. However, he had to shield his eyes, for a bright light blinded him. Squinting, Logan strained to see a giant shield over all the people. And one of them in the very center was glowing white.
"AHH!" Helena could feel the great power coursing through her veins. She had never felt this strength before; she had never attempted this power before. Not one this size.
But Magneto didn't give up. He stopped firing the guns and dropped them. He used his mind to bring a dagger from his belt to his view. If Magneto was going to destroy the leaders of the world, he had to destroy anyone in his way.
Without wavering, he told his mind to charge the dagger at Helena's throat. However, the dagger remained still. Magneto tried again and again, but it wouldn't budge. Suddenly, he felt his whole body go stiff, and his helmet slowly slid off his head. He tried to make any metal in the room move, but nothing was working.
"You have to stop this, old friend," a familiar voice came out from below him.
Magneto held his breath, "It cannot be."
Slowly, he felt himself float back down towards the ground, and without his will he was turned around.
An old man, strong and tall, stood before him. He had deep blue eyes; familiar eyes.
"Charles," he was astonished, "You're alive."
Beast had just knocked Gladiator cold when Storm, Bobby and Rogue came to him. They all looked over at Magneto and Charles.
Logan watched from behind Charles in shock. Even though it wasn't his body, it was the Professor.
"You should've known that I had the power if need be to transport my mind to another body. But I guess it was just doubt that blinded you. Just as your goal has made you blind to your madness."
Magneto didn't say a word, but only watched as the grenades slowly fell to the floor. Charles took a step closer to him, and spoke, "I'm sorry Erik."
Without even touching him, Charles put Magneto into an unconscious state, letting him fall to the ground.
Still holding her power over the leaders, Helena began to feel very strange. Her whole body went numb, and she let her hands fall. The white shield died, and Helena lost herself.
"No!" Logan ran for her and held her in his arms. He saw that her hair was now a snowy white, and that she was very pale. He gently brushed her face and called to her, "Helena, God wake up!"
Suddenly, he felt a presence over him. Logan looked up into Charles' eyes and heard him say, "We have to take her back to the school immediately. Come,"
As the X-men left, guards had already taken hold of Magneto's gang and quickly locked the unconscious Magneto away.
When Erik did wake up, he found himself in a somewhat familiar setting. The plastic jail box he was once in; restored and with tighter security than before. Also, he wasn't alone.
Erik rose from his bed slowly and sat down at the chess board with Charles, who was not in a wheelchair. Noticing it, he asked, "So how do you like walking again?"
"Very well; it takes me back to old times."
"Yes," still very sore, Erik remarked, "Before friends betrayed each other."
"I did not betray you Erik, I merely held you back from making a huge mistake. Your power did blind you from reality."
Erik gave him a concerned look, "Did?"
"Yes, the FBI and I felt that we should give you the medicine to strip you of the power. But we still lock you in here just to be sure that there is no temptation to try anything."
Upset and bitter, Erik watched as a young, beautiful woman came through the tube to escort Charles out. She had dark hair and blue eyes.
"Mystique." Erik couldn't believe it.
He saw an FBI badge around her neck and was in awe. Before Charles left he said to him, "Take a few years and try to piece back your life together, old friend."
Then, Charles left, but Mystique didn't fallow him before telling Erik, "You were so beautiful. What a pity."
Afterward, Erik sat at the foot of his bed, his favorite orchestra playing, slowly driving him into a rage.
It had been a week since the incident at the UN, and Helena was still in a fatal state. The Professor had her in the lower level in their emergency area, hooked up to machines to watch her every move.
It was about 2 o'clock in the morning when Charles came in to see her. The room was dark, but she wasn't alone.
Logan stood next to her bed, constantly staring at her. Taking a spot next to him, Charles told him, "You really should get some sleep. If anything happens I will let you know immediately."
But Logan shook his head, "No Professor, I have to be here when she wakes up."
Charles sighed and admitted, "What she did in there, that power, I have never seen her do something that strong before. Her body may not be able to take it-"
"NO! She won't die! I won't let it happen again!" Logan's words escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.
Looking down at her, Charles nodded, "So, you feel for her."
He didn't respond. Logan didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted her to wake up and for anything to start over.
"I met Helena a long time ago," Charles lightened the mood as he crossed his arms, "She argued with me over a poem I read to one of my classes back at Oxford. She was aggressive! Confident and head-strong. Reminded me of you when we first met. You were the only other mutant I meant with her healing power. For a while I thought you could heal others as well, but, it turns out she's the only one."
"In the UN, that power she used; it was incredible," he replied.
"Yes," the professor nodded, "She saved us all. I know that she would be relieved to know that. Her entire life she wandered in doubt of herself. That day, she really lived up to her name."
"Lifeguard," Logan answered, leaning over her and brushing her hair aside, "Professor, why is her hair white?"
"The same reason her hair was all the other colors Logan."
But he didn't get it, "Hold on, are you saying she just 'changes' her hair when she wants?"
"No, not exactly. Ever since she discovered her power, she also discovered that her emotions were a very important part of her being; which caused her hair to change."
Logan thought about it, "Oh my God, it makes sense now. When David died and I found her at the funeral, her hair was darker than before. And then her hair was blonde when she was with Warren to-"
"To blend in," the Professor guessed wisely.
"And the blue hair, she was-"
"Lost and confused," the Professor answered again, "But her white hair is much more complicated. Like I told you, she is weak. However, she had great strength with it when she fought Magneto. So, she waking up or leaving us is-"
"Hard to tell because of her hair," Logan finished, "Annoying when people interrupt you with the answer isn't it?"
The Professor sighed, "I just want you to be ready for the worst Logan; goodnight, I'll be back to check on you both in the later morning."
He patted Logan on the back and walked out of the room. Logan watched him oddly; not yet used to the fact that the Professor could walk.
Logan knelt next to Helena's bed and held her hand in his. He stayed up three more hours before falling asleep right next to her.
Not but an hour after he had dozed off, did Helena's hand twitch and her eyes open. Bringing her head up only slightly, she looked at her surroundings. She looked to her left and found Logan, asleep but still holding onto her hand unwaveringly. She grinned at him, and then sat up in bed.
The next morning, Logan awoke from his dreamless night still worried about Helena. He turned himself over onto his other side, grabbing his pillow jadedly. But then his eyes popped open, 'Bed? Pillow? How did I get here?' he thought to himself.
As he got out of bed, he noticed his shirt was off and he was only wearing his pants. He walked past his small balcony window to his bathroom. Then, he backed up a few paces and looked out the balcony again.
Walking out onto it, Logan gazed upon a beautiful young woman on his balcony looking out on the sunny day. Her hair was long and wavy, and an unexpected light pink. Feeling as though he was dreaming, he touched the woman gently.
She turned, brilliantly showing her bright turquoise eyes, "Hello."
"Hello," was all he could say back.
Still unconvinced that he was awake, he asked her, "Is this real? Or am I still asleep."
With her usual sarcastic tone, Helena began to walk back into the room and said, "Honey, you were asleep for two days; I doubt you could still be dreaming after that much rest."
But Logan grabbed her by the arm and brought her back to him. He kissed her gently for the first time, and leaned back saying, "No; still dreaming."
Helena smiled a little and told him, "Well, I've been pretty busy since yesterday. You missed my medal of honor that the President gave to me personally on national television. I got my job as the English slash theater teacher back here at school. Storm moved back into her old room, and I moved in here with you since there was no where else to go really. And I took a visit to Warren's and healed his wounds; the exterior ones at least. So yeah, you missed a hell of a lot of exciting stuff!"
Holding her by the waist, he replied, "You know; as interesting as that all sounds; the only exciting thing about all that is right here in front of me."
She gasped a little and retorted, "Was that a sarcastic comment hidden in a compliment? I am rubbing off on you! It felt like just yesterday that we were-"
"Helena-" Logan tried to stop her.
"-You couldn't get over my attitude and tried to tell me to-"
"Helena-"
"But I just kept on going because I couldn't stand your-"
"Helena!"
"Yes?" she answered as though she hadn't been talking.
He placed his hands on her neck and sighed, "I guess as long as we live; there's no other way to shut you up except by doing this."
This time, Logan kissed her strongly and passionately. Helena didn't notice her hair turn into a deeper pink until afterwards when Logan picked up a piece of her hair and let it drop through his fingers.
"I don't know if I can get used to pink," he told her honestly.
"Hey! You're gonna have to if you keep kissing me like that. Besides, you know you love me."
"Hey, I'm not the only one alone in this predicament! You love me too."
"Yeah, so we're pretty much screwed for a long time huh?"
He smiled and replied, "I couldn't imagine it with anyone else."
Logan held her in his arms tightly, never wanting to let go. But then, clouds in the sky formed and they grew dark. Helena and Logan looked at them for a moment, and then she said, "It's Storm."
Logan nodded and sighed, "Yeah, looks like we got another fight."
He ran out of the room and down to the lower levels. Before Helena followed him, she looked up at the sky one last time and said to herself, "Finally, I didn't leave before the fighting started!"