So a few weeks later, Logan and I were sparring in Claw and Tooth Attack and Defense. We were demonstrating a new way to attack with claws, because of our healing factor. That way, no one else had to get hurt, and no one else had to fight Logan. Or me.

Professor Xavier made the announcement over the loudspeaker and in all of the student's minds. That was how we first knew something was wrong. "Attention! I need everyone to report to the auditorium! NOW!"

Logan and I stopped sparring, while the rest of the class looked around in wonder. I concentrated on the Professor, trying to figure out what was wrong. But what I found couldn't be right. There was no way. I must have gasped, because Logan grabbed my arm. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. I must have read his mind wrong."

Logan looked at me skeptically. I never read minds wrong. So he knew something must have gone wrong. He took my hand. "Let's go."

Once everyone was assembled in the auditorium, the Professor came on stage. He looked nervous. This was a bad sign; Professor Xavier was never nervous. "I won't make this any harder than it has to be. The government has found out that we are a school of mutants."

Gasps and cries went up from the assembled students. The Professor held up his hands. After a moment, there was silence. He continued, "We have to get out as soon as we can. Anyone who can teleport, feel free to leave when you wish. Those with obvious, physical mutations, meet at the jet in 15 minutes. The rest of you, get to the garage in 20. There, some of the X-Men will be waiting. They will take you away and keep you safe. I need the X-Men up here now. Go!"

It took a moment for what he had said to sink in, but when it did, people took off running. Logan and I ran up on stage. I knelt beside his chair. He seemed very worried. "Storm, you and I have to take the jet. Get all of the kids somewhere safe. Jean, Scott, Warren, and Kurt will drive the cars. We have to get away. They know all of your names, and some of your faces."

Logan asked the question on all of our minds. "How?"

Professor Xavier sighed. "They hacked into Cerebro. Magneto is helping them. The rest of you have to hide in any way you can."

The X-Men all split up. Logan turned to me. "Let's hide together. They will never look for us in pairs."

I was relieved that I wouldn't be alone. "Sure. Let's go pack. I will meet you at the bikes in..."

Logan interrupted me. "I will come with you."

I looked into his eyes. Even without reading his thoughts, I knew he was afraid. "Sure. Let's go, though!"

Twenty-five minutes later, Logan and I were in the garage, strapping backpacks to our bikes. Someone walked in behind us. "Now, now, Logan..."

Both Logan and I froze. Literally. Neither of us could have moved, even if we wanted to. The voice continued. "We can't have you running away and spoiling the fun."

Someone in a purple cape and red helmet walked into my line of sight. Magneto. He continued his monologue, now speaking to me. "My dear, did they graft that awful metal to your bones, too?"

He pulled off his glove and stroked my cheek, so he could better sense the metal. Ha. I had his powers now, he just didn't realize it. He kept talking, oblivious. "They did. More experimenting on mutants. You are so young, too. When I get my hands on the..."

He turned from us and continued his rant. I reached out to Logan's mind. "As soon as you can move, tranquilize him."

Each X-Man was given a gun when they were initiated. It contained four plastic darts with a solution that tranquilized those shot. In the case of mutants, it neutralized their power for one hour. Slowly, I loosened the hold of Magneto's power on us, pushing it back with opposite magnetism. As soon as he could, Logan slowly bent down and grabbed the gun from in his boot. Magneto began to turn back to us, realizing that he no longer had control over his captives. Logan was faster, though. He whipped up the gun, aimed, and fired all four darts into Magneto's neck. He crumpled to the ground. Logan turned to me. "Your powers are so... helpful sometimes."

I laughed. Logan took three steps, and pulled me to him. I stopped laughing, and looked up at him. He bent down, and kissed me softly. A smile played on his lips when he pulled away. "Let's go."

We climbed onto our bikes and rode away. I didn't know where we were going, but I didn't care. As long as we were safe, it didn't matter.

Grunt (over radio): I don't see anyone, Major. The place is empty.

The Major was standing just outside the garage. He could hear two motorcycles start up, and drive away. "Open this door!"

One of the grunts crept forward, and grabbed the knob. He twisted it slowly, and then burst into the room, his gun in front of him, ready to shoot. The garage was empty. The Major sauntered in, and saw Magneto lying on the floor, still unconscious. One of the grunts ran over to him and checked his pulse. The Major looked out of the still open garage doors, jaw clenched. "I will get them, the f******, I will. They can count on it."

He turned sharply on his heel, and marched out of the garage.