A few days later Logan was wandering round the mansion looking for Callie, she'd been allowed to go back to normal activities the day before and seemed to have disappeared for most of the days. Spotting Jessie he headed over to the young mutant and leant on the wall nearby.

"Hey shrimp, you seen that sister of yours?" He asked, making Jessie jump and blow a light bulb nearby.

"She's probably in the music room or the dance studio. I'd gone a whole day without blowing anything up before that. You had to spoil it," She shouted at Logan, her arms folded over her chest as she glared at him, looking a surprising amount like her sister.

"Oops?" Logan replied, walking away to find the music and dance rooms that Callie was apparently spending her days in.

Pausing outside the music room Logan could hear something from inside, glancing through briefly he saw Storm playing the piano and almost walked away if he hadn't caught the sound of a voice, quiet against the piano.

"You have a great voice, don't be afraid to use it. It's one of the things that no one can mimic," He heard storm say.

"I know, I've just never really sung much before the last few days," he then heard Callie reply.

"Trust me, you'll enjoy it. It's more fun that playing the piano," Storm said making Callie laugh.

"Yeah but Piano I can mimic," She replied.

"You can't be a mimic all your life Callie. Now just like a said, deep breath in and then slowly out and just follow the music in front of you," Storm explained before playing the introduction on the piano.

Logan listened as the two of them started up again, recognising the song but not being able to place it. He waited a moment before knocking on the door.

"Yeah," Callie called, stopping immediately.

"Hey kid, been looking for you," Logan said as he headed in to the music room. Callie was sitting behind Storm, watching over her shoulder, "so you stop fighting and become a musician?"

"She's always been a musician Logan. There's just as much rhythm in a fight as there is in a song," Storm replied for her.

"Plus it helps me pass the time," Callie finished, hopping off the stool and heading over to him, "I'll catch you later 'ro," she added.

"You been up here all the time?" Logan asked as they headed out seeing as it was about the right time for lunch.

"Here, and the dance studio. Just because I can beat guys in a fight, doesn't mean I am one Logan," Callie replied, smiling at him.

"No, it doesn't. Jean may have found a way to sort out those chips but she needs to talk to you about it first. It could be extremely painful," He said, the both of them still heading for lunch.

"I'm sure I can handle it. Nothing's as painful as what he did," Callie said to which Logan simply placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

An hour later Callie sat on a bed in the medical room, looking at an x-ray that showed the position of the chips in Callie's head.

"The way they're positioned under the skull means that removing them is impossible but the small hole placed here," Jean pointed to a spot on the x ray, "that they made to put them in means it is possible to place a probe that will generate an electric signal. It will disable the chips so that they won't work."

"So why not just do it?" Callie asked, leaning over her crossed legs as she looked at the x-ray.

"Callie you have to understand that I'll be using electric probes very close to your brain. There's all chance that just the field it will induce could do more damage than good," Jean explained.

"What sort of chance?" She asked, sitting up and looking at Jean.

"Fifty fifty," she said simply.

"There's a fifty percent chance she'll be brain damaged?" Her father asked. Her parents had been called and Scott had gone to get them in the jet.

"In all possibility, yes," Jean replied, watching as Callie's parents exchanged a look.

"Do it," Callie said simply, nodding as she looked at Jean.

"Callie?" Her mother asked, putting a hand on Callie's shoulder.

"If I forget everything, if I can't speak, even if I can't see anything, it'll be better than what will happen if Stryker builds another remote. You didn't experience the pain," Callie explained, looking at her mother.

"You didn't hear the scream," Logan said from the doorway where he was standing.

"Do it," Callie repeated, looking from Logan to Jean.

"We're here every step of the way," Her father replied, both him and her mother taking Callie's hands.

"I'll get everything ready," Jean said, patting Callie on the arm.

Another hour later Callie lay on her side, a local anaesthetic stopping her from feeling anything as Jean reopened the half healed wound on her head, she didn't feel a thing as she inserted the probe but when the probe sparked in to life Callie let out a gasp before blacking out.