A/N- I am so sorry for the wait! I HATE SCHOOL! Here's the next chappie. You guys keep me going! Enjoy!

Chapter 29

Turbulence, Hanscom and Blue Chicks, Oh My!

We ran up the ramp quickly.

As I walked down the aisle to my seat, I noticed a blue man- that's right, a blue man already strapped in.

"Guten Tag, Fraulien." he said to me jovially.

"Guten Abend." I returned, as I took the seat behind him, the tiny bit of German I could actually pronounce finally coming in handy.

"Who the hell are you?" Logan demanded charmingly.

"Kurt Wagner, but in the Munich circus I was known as "The Incredible Nightcraw-"

"Aw, save it. Storm?" he growled.

"We're out of here." Storm said, pulling on a lever.

I glanced at Bobby, who was sitting across from me. He looked horribly dejected.

"Hey, Popsicle." I said.

He turned to face me.

"That was pretty ballsy, what you did back there. I don't think I could have done that. You should be proud of who you are." I said, trying to be helpful.

"Oprah…" I heard Logan say from the front.

"Logan, shut up." I yelled.

Suddenly, beeping began to echo throughout the aircraft.

"I've got two signals approaching." Storm said worriedly.

The radio crackled.

"Unidentified aircraft, you are ordered to descend 20,000 feet and return with our escort to Hanscom Air Force Base. Failure to comply will result in the use of extreme force."

"Wow. Somebody's angry." Storm said, glancing at Logan.

Logan glared at John.

"Yeah, I wonder why." he said sarcastically.

"Repeat: You are ordered to descend 20,000 feet and return with our escort to Hanscom Air Force Base." the radio insisted.

"What are we going to do?" Rogue said nervously.

"Wait. They're falling back." Storm said, as she looked out the window briefly.

A loud beep went off.

"They're marking us."

"What?" Logan demanded

"They're going to fire. Hang on!" Storm instructed.

The Blackbird dove wildly as Storm tried to shake off the fighters as the F-16s each fire a missile. We banked hard, and barrel rolled, just barely dodging the exploding missiles.

The fighter jets were still on our trail.

"Please don't do that again." I heard John say. I could tell that he was airsick.

"I agree." Logan said, sounding sick as well.

We dodged for a few more minutes, careening about in the air, and I even I started feeling funny.

"Don't we have any weapons in this heap?" Logan yelled.

The sky outside suddenly turned dark, and I knew Storm was using her abilities to do so. Dark rumbling clouds formed in front of the Blackbird. Lightning flashed.

And then we headed straight into the eye of the growing storm, the F-16s hot on our tail.

I watched out the window in astonishment as wispy clouds begin to swirl, faster and faster, twisting into long, thin funnels. One formed, and another, until the sky was filled with roaring tornados. They writhed like giant serpents, allowing the Blackbird to pass between them.

Most of the F-16s weren't as lucky- they darted and snaked about, trying to avoid Storm's wrath.

All but one of the F-16s got sucked into a tornado.

The remaining F-16 banked and rolled, avoiding the tornados, quickly gaining on the Blackbird.

Suddenly, the clouds around the F-16 begin to swirl, until it was completely encased in a long dark tunnel- a tornado stretching across the sky.

The F-16 began to roll wildly inside the tornado, losing control- but still managing to fire two more missiles, just before the tornado bent and hurled the F-16 to the ground.

The pilot ejected, but the missiles continued on their warpath, easily passing through the storm.

The two missiles were still rushing towards us at breakneck speed. One veered off the course and sputtered, exploded in the air about one hundred yards from my window.

There was still one more.

"Jean?" I heard Storm say worriedly.

Ahead of me, I could see Rogue was frantically trying to buckle herself in. She pushed one buckle in and the opposite one popped out. She tried another. Finally, two held. She pressed the third in. She put the fourth and final buckle into the mechanism, and all three fell out. She tried again, looking nervously towards the cockpit.

And suddenly-

BOOM!

The missile exploded on the tail of the Blackbird somewhere. The jolt shook me. My head pounding, I closed my eyes.

A large hole had been blown in the roof of the jet. It decompressed and shrieking wind drowned out everyone's screams.

And Rogue was instantly ripped out of her seat and sucked out of the hole.

"ROGUE!" Bobby yelled, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"No, don't! I'll get her!" Kurt said from in front of me.

BAMF!

The smell of sulfur filled the air, and a blue cloud was left where Kurt had been sitting.

Rogue and Kurt suddenly reappeared, with that same BAMF noise as before, in a haze of blue smoke and fell to the ground.

Storm and Jean were working frantically to stabilize the jet, but so far it was useless.

Through the windshield, the Earth was rising to meet us at a dizzying speed. Storm strained, trying to pull us out of the nosedive.

The altimeter flashed our descent in red- 3,000 feet, 2,500 feet, and then 2,000 feet.

The plane was getting lower, the ground rushing towards us still.

This is it, I thought, eyes clenched shut. I'm gonna die in a freakin' plane crash. Great.

Suddenly, I could hear the creaking and groaning of the metal from behind my seat. I turned around to look and saw that the hole in the roof was bending and twisting, slowly repairing itself.

The screaming wind died down to a whistle, as the hole closed completely.

Then, the falling jet began to slow.

"Jean?" Storm said, terror evident in her normally calm voice.

"It's not me." Jean protested.

The ground was getting closer.

And with a slight jolt, we stopped.

I hung there, straining against my seatbelt, which was digging painfully into my chest and shoulders.

We glanced around and stared at each other, confused and shocked.

Then I looked out the windshield.

Below us, in a forest clearing, were two familiar figures staring up at us.

Magneto and Mystique.