For disclaimer see chapter one. Thank you for the reviews and please give me more I'm a shallow creature who just wants to be loved sob sob, he he sorry couldn't resist that one. Sorry for the delay I've had a lot going on but let's get back to the story in a very dark but short chapter.

Meanwhile at the x-mansion Logan and Scott are sitting in the war room staring at a blood stained collar before them,

"Scott, why on earth did you let them go on their own? You know what those rallies are like! They become blood hungry! They should have had a team with them they where powerless with those collars on!"

"Logan, the professor wouldn't listen too me when I told him not to agree with that stupid rule they gave him. He told me that the only way he could truly put his point across to the masses was to talk at one of these rallies with a control collar on, so they knew he was not using his powers!"

"I don't care what the old git said!" Logan screamed, standing up "You are the leader of this team in the field, not him! He funds, I mean funded us… he taught us all how to act… how to control our powers and… use them to help humanity." As he spoke Logan began to speak softer and softer, slowly lowering himself back onto his chair, his distress at what happened obvious to anyone who knew him. "Scott, we should have been there in the crowd… You should have called me – I would have come back, you know that I was just camping in the Rockies… We should have been there."

Watching his team mate breaking down over what had happened made Scott realise just how much the professor and being part of the team had meant to Logan. Or was it more than that… was he scared for Jean as well?

"Logan, it wasn't our fault the professor went in good faith. the government promised him protection if we weren't there. The professor thought that he could count on them to protect him to make sure that he would be safe with Jean. But the guards were overwhelmed by the crowd as they stormed the stage, before …." Scott had to stop there as his own emotions threatened to overwhelm him just like they had with Logan. "Before … before they ripped him apart… live on television, and… and took Jean away."

Saying these things drove down all of his blocks and he too broke down and started to silently weep, both men so often at odds with each other now brought together in their grief for a mentor and father figure, and a love for one and a wife for the other. They sat in silence, with their own grief wracking their bodies, until a quiet knock on the door brought both men back to their senses and to look up into the face of Hank McCoy standing at the door with a look of surprise on his face before he spoke,

"I am terribly sorry to bother you but there is someone here to see you Scott. Someone who I could never believe would have the gumption to walk up to our front door and knock."

"Who is it Hank?" Scott asked

"Mr Sinister. He wants us to help take down Apocalypse!"

"This has got to be a sick joke, but I'll speak to him. Logan, can you help me? I might need you with me as a second pair of eyes."

"Sure slim, I'll sit in the corner and look pretty," Logan snapped back yet again hiding his grief in a gruff temperament.

"Thanks Logan, and Hank, can you have a look at this collar? The professor should have been able to remove it, but I could see him on the live feed struggling with a key."

"Ok Scott, I'll get straight on to it."

"Good. Now let's go and see what this sick bastard has got to say for himself!"