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Blair's mouth creased into a frown. "You trust me oh so much," she said sarcastically. "I'll stay here. Promise." She put her hand over her heart and grinned innocently.

John still didn't look entirely convinced, but Logan urged him on. "Let's go, John!" he shouted, walking out the door. John had no choice but to follow.

It was a long trip to Las Vegas. John was suspicious about Blair's behavior before they had left, which kept Logan mumbling under his breath calling her a "horrible brat."

John didn't seem to mind when Logan criticized Blair. He actually seemed to agree with what he was saying…to some extent. She was stubborn and cocky sometimes, but she had gone through a hard time. What with her parents dying in a car accident and all….

"A car accident, eh?" Logan asked, as John explained Blair's story to him. "Who hit 'em? Drunk driver? Hit-and-run?"

"Hit-and-run," John interrupted, nodding. "Smashed their car right off the cliff and into the ocean…then just went off. Their bodies were recovered seventy-nine hours later."

Logan thought about this for a moment. He imagined how panicked and sorrow-filled Blair must've felt. She was only thirteen. She had to have been expecting her parents to come home that night…. What had she done when they didn't?

"So…um…they don't even have an idea who hit them? The police, I mean," Logan asked. It felt strange asking all about Blair's life…what did he care? He didn't, that's it. He was just curious….

"No idea," John said shortly and sadly. "Nothing to point out the asshole who did it."

"Mmm," Logan mumbled in response, not sure what else he should say. If Blair was there, he might've said "I'm sorry about your parents." Might've. But then there was a chance she'd started bawling again, and even if she was a brat, he didn't want to see her cry…. He sighed silently to himself and noticed that he had just passed the "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign on his motorcycle.

John grinned hopefully at him from the back of the motorcycle. "Time to get to work," he mumbled.

So Logan asked around. He pulled up to people on the streets and asked questions like, "Do you know a man by the name of Remy LaBeau?" He received an answer soon enough by heavy gamblers and drinkers.

Remy, whom he knew as "Gambit" from what Fred had told him, was located in a small, broken down bar in the heart of Las Vegas. Although it was dirty and musty in the bar, it was heavily crowded and whoops from gleeful poker winners could be heard every few moments.

"That's the guy," whispered John, pointing to a man wearing a dark black hat and shuffling cards in a magical type way in his hands. He shot them up in the air where they floated for a second before ascending into his other hand.

"All right, lemme go talk—" Logan caught something that was seemingly "horrific" from the corner of his eye. "BLAIR!?" he bellowed.

He and John turned and faced the opposite direction of Gambit. What they saw was, just as Logan had screamed, Blair, standing in the corner of the bar, a smile playing around her lips.

"Hi," she said casually. John and Logan both went over to her.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" John demanded, his face reddening like a tomato.

This was one of the first times that Logan had actually seen John grow furious. "How did you get here?" Logan demanded, his eyes glowering at Blair.

"I teleported here," she said simply.

"What? What do you mean? You can't do that! You're—" John hesitated, thinking Blair's confession through. "Wait a second, you patted me on the back before we left. You stole my gift!" bellowed John, his temper boiling over.

The smile vanished from Blair's face. "Well, yes…but I-I just want to help…," she murmured innocently, her lip quivering. "I haven't had any fresh air since my p-parent's died. I haven't been outside in three months!" she argued.

"That's not my fault!" John shouted in response. "I never said you couldn't go outside!"

"I just…ughh…all right, I'm sorry," Blair said shamefully. "Do I need to go home?" she added unpleasantly.

John's temper cooled down a bit. "I guess not," he said through clenched teeth. "But stay out of Logan's way, all right? Here—come with me, okay? Logan, go talk to Gambit," John said, taking Blair by the shoulder. "I'll go guard the back and make sure Gambit doesn't try to run off if you get in a fight…which I find likely." John's temper seemed to have disappeared entirely. He winked at Logan and led Blair to the back of the bar with him.

Logan went off to speak to Gambit. John and Blair stood in the back of the bar, keeping to themselves.

After five minutes of uncomfortable silence, Blair spoke, "I'm sorry, all right?"

John didn't look at her. "I'm not angry," he assured her unconvincingly.

"Yes, you are," Blair snarled. "I shouldn't have used your gift without your permission…. I shouldn't have teleported here…. I'm sorry," she mumbled.

John finally glanced at Blair. "You told me," he muttered. "Fine, I forgive you."

A little smile lit up Blair's sullen face. "Thanks," she said, seemingly relieved. She actually…leaned over and hugged John at that point. It was weird…. She hadn't shown affection towards anyone for three months.

John was still smiling a little, even after Blair pulled out from the hug. Then, very abruptly, he noticed a black-caped figure out of the corner of his eye. He paused before saying, "Blair…"

Blair looked at him. "What is it?"

John heard footsteps growing closer to the both of them. He grabbed Blair harshly by the arm and led her into the back room of the bar. It was like an undersized bedroom…minus the bed. However, there was a closet. As John noticed that the footsteps were growing even closer, he acted quickly. "Blair, get in the closet," he demanded, opening the door for her.

Blair's eyes widened a bit. "What? Why?" she asked curiously.

He didn't respond, but shoved her into the closet and closed the door. She opened it slightly, leaving a crack, so she could still see into the other room. "What is it?" she whispered. Now she heard the footsteps. "Who is it?"

"It think it's…Victor," he said, flinching, but trying not to frighten Blair. "Just keep quiet, okay?"

Blair nodded unsurely. "John, wait—"

"Shhh!" John hissed impatiently, straining to hear the footsteps. They were close. Very close.

"John, teleport out of here!" Blair whispered desperately. She didn't want anything to happen to him….

"I can't leave you here alone," he murmured in response. "Do you still have my gift? You can get out of here!" John exclaimed.

"No, no…it…wore off," Blair said untruthfully. She still had John's ability, and probably would for the next few days or so, but she didn't want to leave him when there was a sadistic mutant nearby….

"Damn," John mumbled. He didn't have to strain to hear the footsteps anymore, they had to be outside the room by now. The footsteps stopped for a second, and this gave Blair the chance to hear John murmur worriedly, "Shit, he might smell her…."

The black-caped figure stepped into the room at that moment.

"Victor," said John confidently.

Blair peeked through the crack in the door and studied Victor. He was very sweaty and dirty looking, like he'd been running non-stop recently, which Blair quickly realized was a strong possibility…. He had a very menacing smirk curled over his lips as he faced John. Another thing Blair noticed was that, although his body was facing John, his eyes seemed to be darting around the room, searching for something or someone….

"Nice to see you, John. Very nice," Victor said in a malevolent voice. "I've been lookin' for you…," he added grimly.

"Oh, really?" John replied calmly, his voice still amply steady. Victor took a step towards him, smirking. He took a step back. "I'm not like the…uh…others, Victor. The black cape doesn't scare me," he warned him.

"Well in that case—" Victor paused and his eyes gazed around the room. "What the hell is that smell? It's not you…."

John's expression dropped and he advanced in front of the closet door. "It's nothing, Victor. Looks like you're losing your touch…smelling things that aren't there…." He half-smirked.

Victor scowled at John, looking unconvinced by what he had just said. "Once you're gone I'll search the room," he assured John, circling around him. "Shouldn't take too long…." His eyes glinted mercilessly.

"And what if I kill you first?" John challenged, crossing his arms over his chest.

Victor chuckled viscously. "You kill me?" he said unbelievably. "Don't get your hopes up, John."

"That's it, Victor," John began, backing up against the closet door, causing it to shut, "I'm gonna kill you."

Without further warning, John took a swipe at Victor, smacking him straight in the face.

Victor smirked and wiped a dot of blood off of his lip. "Is that the best you can do?" He raised his hand up and Blair, who had cracked the door of the closet open once again, noticed for the first time his…nails, horribly long and as sharp as knives. She held her breath.

He slashed his hand in John's direction, but John quickly teleported out of his path. He appeared behind him in a millisecond.

"Nice try," John teased. Victor turned and swiped at him again, but John teleported…again.

This went on for quite awhile, maybe ten minutes or more. Victor was highly irritated, and John was smirking brightly. He finally decided to raise his fist up at Victor while he was slightly distracted and hit him but—

Victor drove his claws right through John's chest. John's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Blair couldn't take anymore. She shut the door of closet, blocking out any sight or sound of the scene.

Blair cracked the door open again after a minute or so. The last sound she heard was John's gasp for air. His last breath. For the first time she realized that tears were silently rolling down her cheeks.

Her mind swirled with pained thoughts. Victor leaned over John with some kind of needle in his hand. He injected it into John. Blair thought that he was taking something from his body…but what?

Once Victor was finished, he leaned up, still smirking, and sniffed around. "What is that smell?" he murmured curiously. He seemed to have noticed that it was coming from the closet. He grinned hopefully and grasped the doorknob of the closet in his hand….

But Blair had already teleported out of there before he could open the door.

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