"But what do we do about this letter. Do we answer or ignore this?" Logan demanded, frustrated from the stress of thinking he lost me, and anger at whoever wrote the letter. I quietly went over to his side, and laid a hand on his shoulder soothingly.
Janné transferred to my other shoulder so she could lean over and preen his hair, her demonstration of comfort. "Yes, Professor, what shall we do?" I asked.
"We have to answer them." Although none of us tried to protest, he knew we did not approve. Glaring at us, he burst out, "We have no choice! What will you do when some poor child's body is left in the hall? Will you take the blame!"
He glared at each of us individually, giving personalized reasons why we must do this: "Logan! How will you feel when we are all arrested for murder, and half those children in there are packed off to an orphanage? And you, Scott, I know you and Jean have seen the abuse that awaits a mutant child who is fortunate enough to get a job anywhere. It's worse than Hitler's domination of the Jews, and many of them are killed."
He pointed dramatically at the school's entrance. "I will not risk this school and the children in it!" A sob sounded from beside him, and he turned to see Storm weeping, a frightened four-year-old at her side. "Mama!" he wailed.
I crouched and held out my arms to him, and he ran for me, scared that his world was falling apart. Janné discreetly shifted herself to Logan's shoulder. I wrapped the still sobbing child in my wings, and shifted my attention to the professor.
"We must give Magneto what he wants." I rose in their silence, and returned the child to his room.
During their searching, and our argument, night had fallen, and most had already gone to their beds. He fell asleep in my arms, and I laid him gently down, and tucked him in. "Good night, my little one." He mumbled sleepily, "G'night, Mama." I tiptoed out, satisfied he would be fine.
I gently closed the door, and turned to find a shadowy figure standing inches from me. I leapt away, and then saw the tell-tale claws: Logan. I sighed heavily. "Don't scare me like that!" I hissed at him. He didn't say a word, and I saw a hint of gold appear in his near-invisible eyes. "Sister …" he hissed, drawing it out.
I had just enough time to cry warning to the others before all my attention was wrapped up in fighting the woman who was my former friend. As luck would have it, my earlier bout with David did come in handy. Now I knew how to fight Mystique because she used the exact same maneuvers he did; I just hoped she didn't know the last one.