Title: The search for Barbra chapter 5

Author: endiahna

A/N Thanks RogueOnFire for your great reviews. I appreciate them.

also, didn't say this before, but italics are thoughts, memories, or dreams.

When italic as thoughts, it will be when not established as whose POV it is. Such as below, when it changes to Scott's POV but I will not italic his thoughts. Make much sense? Probably not, but I tried.

Also, again nothing much is happening. The two of them are about to embark on a mission.

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They Had Him!

It was his scent I had smelt coming from behind the door, it grew stronger when I took the box into my hands. I was afraid of what I would find. I sighed in small relief when I only found a piece o blue cloth. Spandex perhaps, but I knew or sure it was a part of his uniform. I could even smell his sweat emanating from it, and a hint of blood.

Cyclops gave me an odd look, probably thought I was some perverted freak, as he saw me take a sniff o the fabric. But I had smelt something else.

"What are you doing Logan? Who has who?"

"Sabertooth…" I should have expected this, if something ever happens he was always involved.

Scott gulped slightly, "That's…that's Sabertooth's?"

Logan shook his head bitterly, and scrunched up the cloth into his hand.

"No, it's Steve's! It's Steve's and Victor Creed's scent is all over it."

That meant if Sabertooth had come in contact with Steve Rogers, then Magneto had also. He was just a henchman after all, magnetos henchman to be exact. He was the cause or his disappearance.

They had him, and he was going to kill them.

Scott POV

When he spoke Sabertooth's name aloud, I couldn't help but be startled. To make it worse, it seems that he was not only missing but kidnapped, hero-napped, or whatever one would call this situation.

Charles had informed me of Captain America's disappearance earlier today. He must have done the same or Logan, which would explain the bag he was packing just ten minutes ago.

Now we have an idea on where to look.

"It's probably a trap." I stated which that was obvious.

He looked over at me incredulously, "That is exactly what it is… you up or it?"

"I really think we should include the others," he gave me a sharp look, "or at least tell the Professor." I added quickly. I doubted that would be taken over well either.

It wasn't.

"No, no one else needs to know. If you hadn't had known about any of this to begin with, I'd just be going by myself. And I still will if you're not with me."

'Well, no matter how much I despise the guy sometimes, I didn't want him running off to certain death without any back up, especially when I could do something about it. Maybe I am too much of a boy scout after all.'

"Okay then, let's get going" he stated while quickly zipping up his bag.

I must have had spoken my thoughts aloud again.I really need to stop doing that.

"Where are we going? Do we even know where they are?"

He looked at me for one long minute; I am not sure what he was thinking. Not sure if I really want to know.

"They will let us know…eventually."

I snorted, but didn't say anything to contradict.

"Is it only a coincidence that you had this dream about Steve, then come to find out they have something o do with his disappearance?"

There was that sharp look again, "don't call him Steve; you don't know him well enough. And no, I don't believe in coincidences."

"Okay, okay, Captain America, I got it. … Do think it was a telepathic suggestion?"

He quickly shook his head, "Not many want to get up in my head, but I think it was accidental on jeans part .of course when chuck told me about Captain America's disappearance, he looked like he was trying to get a reaction out o me. Now I know why."

LOGAN'S POV

We decided it would be best to leave after twelve, when all the kids were supposed to be in bed. Which was a good idea, I didn't want to bump into any more people than I had too.

He kept his word and punctuality; he was at my door at twelve on the dot.

We had to stop by his office so he could grab another change of clothes, probably some kind of suit. Then the lockers, where he insisted we where our uniforms. Had to give it to the boy, he knew how to sneak around. Doubt he'd ever use it to get into true mischief though.

I am surprised he even agreed to come with me on this, as much as we hated each other. Well, not as much as hate anymore, our hard feelings have mellowed out a bit.

As we boarded the jet I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I hope our landing is better this time."

If looks could kill, well; I'd be dead ten times over. "Hardy har har"