Now since both of the maincharaters is halfdead I'll move to someone else; Logan!

Logan had stayed in the room with the young mutants until everyone else had left. He was a hunter and therefore knew how to stay out of sight.

When the door closed for the last time he stepped forward, pulling out a chair and sat down.

Looking at the both young boys he remembered the last time he actually saw them together. At that day he'd almost done something awful, he knew that, but as the animal he was he didn't regret it.

He sat there on his chair, looking at the two boys. That Angel sure knew his way with people; being here for less than two weeks and he was already stuck in this mess for getting the wrong friends at the wrong time. Or maybe the wrong times had always been there, just waiting for someone innocent like him to jump at…

Sighting Logan's eyes wandered over to the other bed. The little troublemaker looked quite peaceful now; now frowns, no sneering comments, no constant playing with that lighter he loved so much…

Logan looked around, where was the lighter anyway? It wouldn't be a nice time if the kid woke up and found out that he had lost it… Not that he needed it anyway, not now, but Logan knew how important the smallest thing in your life could be. How the smallest piece of metal could give you your only clue to identity, be the only thing that told you that you were someone…

Without noticing it he started to finger on the dog-tag around his neck while he rose up and checked the kid's pockets, and then the floor around the beds, as well as the small tables. No lighter.

They must have dropped it in the hospital, he thought, and immediately hurried of, hoping that no one had cleaned it away yet…

The room still looked like someone had made a mini-copy of Big Bang in there as a school-project, even if half of the room was cleaned of by Beast, who still was busy with carrying out burned and melted beds, and Storm, who with a huge brush made sure that most of the broken glass got of the floor, or at least out of Beast's way. Now that no window was opened (you couldn't keep them opened due to the cold wind, which constantly blew in snow and kept the temperature at -15 ºC) the last smoke were still stuck at the roof.

Storm gave him a look that he didn't answer, he didn't have time. Quickly Logan moved over to the part where he knew that the boys had used.

The beds were gone. The floor was clean.

The few snowflakes that Bobby had let in before closing the door at the Professor's request were smeared out, some of them darker than the others thanks to the ash on the floor.

Logan desperately looked around, maybe it was kicked away in some corner, or maybe it had been put on a table or the windowsill, maybe…

It wasn't. It was gone…

Letting out all the air he had in his lungs Logan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. What was he doing? He'd never cared about the kid before, why start now? He knew what the boy thought of him, and he knew he'd done nothing to change that. Maybe because he thought things never would change, or because he didn't want them to…

Whatever the reason was, he now knew it had changed. After this nothing would be as it used to, and he could do nothing about it. But why was he doing this? If he continued he would be a part of the things which would create the change. Why didn't he just stand by and looked like he used to, just to later on rush into it, head first, and fight his way through it?

Because he didn't want to.

Something in him wanted to be a part of the change, and he had a feeling that it had something to do with the kid.

Thinking back Logan remembered that afternoon when the Professor made him feel what the boys did in the Angels room after they had flown away from him. Thinking about it he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed that much, if he ever had. Well, maybe he had laughed, but not in that way. Nicking Summers' bike and ride it as fast as you could was one way of laughing, but that was different. Logan didn't know it, but the feeling of laughing with a friend was completely different from anything he'd be able to remember. It had nothing to do with the life you had lived before, John and Warren was a good proof of that, but you needed a good friend. Not just someone you knew well, that remembered you birthday or knew your favourite colour, but a friend that you reached with your soul. Those are rare, and when you find them you ought to treasure them for what they are, otherwise you might lose them. Real friendship might be the one that grow in time, or the one you find and lash on to at first meeting, that's depending on your personality and way of mind. But the fact is that you'll need them more than you realise, you depend on them more than you'll dare to admit, even to yourself, and in the end it will be worth it. If Logan ever had a friend like that he'd forgotten it, but this event was a hint to that maybe once he had. In a past forever lost and forgotten he might have found one who could mean something to him, but that now was gone. Maybe he once had felt the satisfaction of sharing time, of being yourself, and of not having to worrying about the other having any bad thoughts about you; because you knew that they never would do that to you.

Logan's mind might not remember it, but his soul did, and when the Professor made him feel it again it gave a little sparkle of something in his heart. What ever that sparkle was, it was enough to make him care now. His own friendship might be forever lost in time, but his one was still alive, and he would fight for it to make those sharing it rise once again. His soul knew it would be worth it, that even if he never would be able to feel that himself again he could at least save the boys from the same loss he had suffered himself. He'd probably never realise this, and no one around him would ever be able to tell him why, but he'd still do it.

That might in fact be the reason he and Pyro never got along in the first place. People like yourself do not always become your best friends, despite all sayings. Sometimes they remind you so much of yourself that they scare you. If you, like Logan, have a problem to accept who you are and always run from the truth, someone as similar to him as John would only make it worse. Because John told him the truth, both in words and in actions, and Logan still didn't want to hear it.

His thoughts were interrupted by Storm, who came up to his side;

"If you're going back to the boys anytime soon, can you take this with you? John will probably ask for it." And with that she held out the lighter for him.

Logan stared at it for a moment; that little piece of metal that he came all the way here for, that he gave a so important role, was lying there in her palm, looking as innocent as ever. Grabbing it he thought about just how much the appearance can lie. With any other person in the world it would just be a normal lighter, enough to light cigarettes, or maybe but a paper on fire with. But in the hands of one special person it could be the tool for the most gruesome things. It could torture, kill hundreds of people, or destroy a ten-floor-building with one spark. It could force people to watch as their most valuable thing in life was turned into ashes, melt down all defences and bury you in unimaginable heat. Or it could simply be a little flame keeping friends hands warm in the winter, light candles during a thunderstorm, give comfort…

It could be so different depending on what you asked of it, and only one person (as far as Logan knew) could do that. What is almost useless to one person could be the tool of life for another, and the same thing could in one moment cause destruction just to turn and be the best you could ask for another, you could only decide for yourself which one of the things you should judge it for. Should you crush it for being dangerous or keep it close for help? Most people would destroy it, just like they wanted to do with the mutants, refusing to see how much god things they could do.

Slowly making his way back to the room where the young mutants were kept Logan was so deep in thoughts that he almost forgot to warn him for the people coming. It was their voices that woke him up;

"I understand, and I must say that it is much worrying matters."

"I know, but none the less, it's you choice of what to do."

"Don't worry, we do all we can."

Well, at least Logan could recognise one of the voices; it was the Professor, probably on his way to Ceribro. Why he wasn't there right now was a bit surprising, but Logan decided that the man had his reasons as always. The other voice though was new, even if it sounded familiar…

Then the couple turned the corner and he was face to face with them. The Professors companion was a woman around 30, with short black hair and a fairly good look. But it wasn't that that hit Logan like a bomb, it was her scent. He'd recognise it anywhere, and it never meant any good.

The woman was Mystique!

And there we stop, a good place, eh?

I'll continue to work, and I'll think I will finish this off soon, before I make it too long and grow bored myself.