AN~ so here's the seventh chap, hope you like.

Toph

I made the elevator-ish thing again and we made our way back to the mansion. I could feel Jean and Scott kicking the people who attacked us awake, Jean was trying to get them up with her telepathy. We walked to the mansion and up to the front doors, Wolverine was waiting for us inside the front doors.

"And you five were where?" Wolverine asked, I could feel him lean forward toward us, like he was glaring.

"Down on the beach. Who were those weird guys who attacked us?" Sokka asked, as an after thought he added, "Katara, can you heal my foot? It really hurts!"

"Yeah, Toph, I should look at the burns you got too." Katara said. I nodded. Wolverine sighed and told us to follow him. We walked behind him in a border-line awkward silence. He led us to a great big room with beds lined up against one wall and a bunch of machinery on the other side. There was a person sitting at a desk at the far side of the room. I recognized him as Hank from dinner a few nights ago.

"Hank, these kids need your attention." Wolverine said gruffly and then walked off. Gee thanks, wolverine. Hank motioned for us to come forward, mostly just me and Sokka.

"Here, let me." Katara said, stepping up and getting out the water from her pouch. She moved toward Sokka , Zuko took off his boot, and Katara put the water to his foot. After a few seconds Sokka sighed and Katara stepped away. Then she moved over to me.

Katara let the cool water seep through my shirt and hit the burns. I felt them start to heal and the heat leak away. The water retracted and Katara put it back into her pouch. Hank was surprised. Amazed even.

"How. . . is that possible?" Hank asked in a soft voice.

"It's an extension of my powers." Katara said. Hank seemed impressed. I prodded at the burns through my shirt, out of habit on making sure that it was healed.

"So, are we free to leave?" I asked. For some reason the sterile smell of the medical wing put me on edge.

"Yes, but I would like to talk to Katara for a moment." Hank said. I walked out of the room, Sokka and Zuko following me, and Katara stayed put in front of Dr. McCoy. I walked to the 'hidden' elevator that was a few hallways off from the main entrance. If I was going to stay here, I'd need an eternal blue print.

I opened the door with a quick push at a 'secret' panel on the frame of the door. I entered the elevator and felt it drop, and drop, and drop (and drop). When it came to a stop I stepped off and stomped firmly on the ground.

This place was huge! It went on for about a mile underground with level after level after sub-level! Wait- what was that. There were three people down a level. One I knew to be Professor X because of the wheelchair, the second one was wolverine (I'd recognize the metal skeleton anywhere) but I didn't know the third person. Whoever he was, he was average height, and had an athletic build past it's prime.

I walked toward to stairwell at the end of this hallway silently. I made my way down, and followed the path to the room were Professor, Wolverine, and the other guy where. The door to the room was slightly open, and I could hear some of the conversation.

"What do you mean 'Lost control'! Why would you even try that out in the first place?" Wolverine yelled at the third party.

"Logan, that's enough. Whatever the reason for starting the project doesn't matter. If it has become out of hand, then it has become out of hand." Professor said, then turned to address the third party. "Now, Trask, what do you plan on doing?"

Trask, the third party, talked for the first time since I came down. "We plan on corner, and capture. We can't let it roam free any longer. It simply isn't safe."

Wolverine scoffed, "'Safe', since when do you care about 'safe'?" Trask turned sharply toward Wolverine.

"You know you're not helping!" Trask shouted.

"Really? It helps me. Or would you prefer I use my claws rather than words?" Wolverine seethed, standing from the chair he had been sitting in.

"Logan! Trask! Now is not the time to-" I felt Professor turn his chair toward the door. "I believe that this conversation isn't as privet as we thought." Professor opened the door and leaned into the hall. "Toph, why don't you go tell Bobby and Sam that it's their night to cook?"

"Whats not safe here? Can I help?" I asked, alarmed that Professor was trying to get rid of me.

"Nothing. Everything is fine." I felt Professor's heart rate speed up, I felt his muscles tens. The signs of a bad liar.

"Professor, you're lying."I said solemnly. This was one of the only times I wished I couldn't tell that someone was lying. I wished I could be reassured from Professors lie.

"Chuck- she's heard. Let the girl help." Wolverine said, still standing threateningly close to Trask.

"What's gone wrong?" I asked. Trask sighed deeply before answering my question.

"We've lost control of one of our. . . operatives." Trask informed rather reluctantly.

"Under statement of the year." Wolverine muttered. Trask turned to wolverine, about to yell or something, but just sighed exasperatedly.

"So what you're saying, is that you have a basically insane thing who was trained to be, like, an assassin or whatever, mucking about Bayville? Interesting." I said, mixing all the information together in the big cauldron of knowledge known as my brain.

"Basically, yes." Trask said.

"And how can I help?" I asked.

"Well, his bone structure is different. You'd be able to pick him out of a crowd." Trask informed.

"How different?" I asked. Trask looked to Professor, then from professor to Wolverine.

"He's. . . a robot. To an extent."

"A robot. Needed a twist, didn't you?" I asked sarcastically.

AN~ Sorry for it's shortness and lateness. Writers block.