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I was trying to think of more utterly pointless questions, but my flying squirrel-ish brain couldn't come up with anything except, instead of what's your favorite book—

What's your least favorite book! (:

Mine's "Crash" by Jerry Spinelli. Icky book. It was too predictable. ):

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"Hey," Danny said calmly, tilting Blair's chin up so she would look at him, "I won't get hurt."

And then he kissed her.

Blair's eyes widened as Danny kissed her in a pleasant surprise attack. She hadn't been expecting to be kissed. She'd actually never been kissed before, and she hadn't even been sure Danny liked her the way she liked him, but it was all clear now. They felt the exact same way about each other.

But sadly, just as Blair was getting into the kiss, Danny pulled away, smiling broadly, and said quietly, "Go wait in the hall."

Blair blinked rapidly for a few moments, regaining her thoughts, before she choked out, "But—but—"

"Blair," Danny began exasperatedly. The desperate expression on his face was enough to make Blair flinch. "Please."

"Fine," Blair sniffed. "But I'll still be watching…and if you get hurt…" her voice trailed off threateningly.

"I know, I know," Danny sighed, "you'll come in here and make a miserable attempt to save me from Logan's psycho brother."

"Exactly," Blair replied, smirking.

"You're so stubborn," Danny groaned. Now, instead of sorrow filling his expression, amusement and affection did.

Blair simply smiled, then said in an unusually dreamy voice, "I know."

The ends of Danny's mouth twitched as he hardly held back an incredibly grim smile. Then he pecked Blair on the cheek and ushered her out the door and into the hall.

So Blair was left in the musty motel corridor while Danny was inside, fighting against a mutant whose life meant absolutely nothing to her. However, Danny's life was quite the opposite. He couldn't get hurt. It would kill her. And she wasn't just being overly dramatic when she assured herself of that fact, it would quite literally be like a bullet through the heart. She couldn't lose anymore people she cared about….

Blair leaned up against the smoldering motel wall and peered through the window into the other room. The window was horribly filthy, and looking through it was a difficult task. The sight was hardly visible thanks to the windows' poor performance.

The only thing Blair knew she was seeing correctly was the shadow of someone being propelled across the tiny room and into a wall. Her heart gave a leap—there was a high chance that the shadow was Danny. He was the youngest and weakest in the battle, after all. He could be finished off much easier than Gambit or Logan could.

The shadowed figure stood up off the ground, brushed himself off, and headed back into battle. He seemed to have handled being thrown against a wall much better than Blair would've suspected.

But then, only a moment later, the same figure was hurled across the room again. And this time—Blair knew it was Danny, for he gave a great yelp of pain.

Blair hurried back over to the door that led into the room and clenched her hand tight on the copper doorknob. She shoved her ear against the battered wood of the door and listened intently for anymore yells or cries from Danny, ready to barge in and assist him if necessary.

However, just as Danny did scream again, Blair heard the barely audible sound of footsteps behind her. But she stupidly assumed that her ears were playing tricks on her, and began turning the doorknob.

But she seized doing so when she, very distinctly this time, heard the sound of what seemed like a gun being cocked only inches behind her. Her breathing suddenly unusually shallow, Blair dropped the hand that was clinging to the doorknob so that it hung limply by her side and said, "Who is it?" in an unusually cool voice.

Whoever was behind her emitted a crazily maniacal cackle and said, "Figure it out."

Blair shut her eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. The voice from behind her was her sister's voice. But Emma had been the person who had come to warn her of her death…she must've been hearing incorrectly. "Emma?" she whispered unsurely.

"Yes, it's Emma, you moron!" her sister sneered. "Don't recognize the voice? It doesn't surprise me, you've always been unusually dull." She cocked the gun a second time and shoved the cool metal against Blair's skull.

Blair's speech was reduced to stammering, "But—but—you came to—to warn me…."

"Don't you see, Blair, I tricked you! I never had a vision you were going to die, I just made that up—I'm working for Stryker just as Victor is," Emma explained excitedly.

Blair's eyes shot open and she narrowed them into thin slits. Instead of stammering now, she sounded appalled. "What?" she croaked. "I knew you hated me, Emma—but I never thought you'd stoop so—so low—working for Stryker? Why?"

Emma giggled shrilly and said, "Because of the most obvious reason—I hate you. Stryker told me that I'd be able to get rid of you if I worked for him—he said he was keeping tabs on you because of your—er—'unique', as he put it, mutation. He told me if I worked hard and well you'd either be locked up on the Three Mile Island or murdered—and I thought either option was acceptable."

"Oh, really?" Blair mumbled, struggling to keep a calm tone. "Anything else you'd like to confide to me in? Anything at all that you've kept secret or lied about?"

Emma smirked nastily and menace lit up her insane face. "Much more," she said truthfully. "But later, of course. Now, come along quietly and I won't blow your brains out here and now."

"You won't even if I don't come along quietly," Blair replied, piecing together the next stage of Emma's plan. "You and Victor—Victor is working with you, isn't he?—know what Logan, Danny, and Gambit will all come after me—it's a trap to get us all, am I right?"

Emma's eyes bulged for a second, clearly not expecting her sisters cleverness. However, her eyes quickly returned to their normal size and she mumbled, "Well, well, well…seems like you've got it all figured out, haven't you, sis?"

"Seems like it," Blair muttered in vague agreement. "I've gotta hand it to you, sis, you sure are a decent actress. Ever consider theatre as a career choice?" she complimented disgustedly.

"No," Emma disagreed immediately, suddenly letting out a mad giggle, "I like this better."

[Logan/Victor/Gambit/Danny]

Logan clutched a ragged chair beside him, crushing it in pure rage. His brother was a tough egg to crack—which he had already assumed, of course. Victor had never been one to be defeated easily.

Beads of sweat hectically rolled down Logan's forehead. He wiped them away on his shredded sleeve and glanced at Gambit, who was struggling to hold Victor off while Logan recomposed himself.

Danny, Blair's little 'boyfriend', (who he noticed had just kissed her. He could hardly wait to give Danny a little "talking to" after this battle was over) had been thrown across the room and into the wall too many times to count. He was practically useless. His power was defensive, not offensive, which made it entirely fruitless in the current situation.

Logan leapt forward, shoving his way past Gambit, and thrust his claws through his merciless brothers' chest. Victor growled inhumanely and managed to shove Logan off of him, leaving five scratch marks down the side of his face in the process.

The marks healed instantly, and Logan launched himself at his brother again, but Victor lurched out of the way just in time. Logan growled viscously in response.

[Blair/Emma]

Emma had tied Blair's hands tightly behind her back and shoved her silver hand gun in her pocket. However, she was careful to keep her hand incredibly close to her pocket just in case.

Now she was standing in front of the grayish wall Blair had leaned up against in order to peer through the window previously. Her expression was rather blank as her eyes traced the cracks in the wall.

"What are you doing?" Blair demanded after minutes of watching her sister stare blankly into space.

"Mmm, wonder if I should interrupt Victor now? He told me to after I'd gotten Blair…" Emma mumbled to herself, quite unconcerned of Blair's question.

But Blair could put two-and-two together. Emma was attempting to signal Victor somehow without Logan, Gambit, and Danny noticing.

"Trying to signal your partner, eh?" Blair assumed anxiously.

Emma's eyes glanced over at Blair briefly before retreating back to the gray wall. "That's just it. He said I should just bang on the wall a couple of times, and he'll come. Logan will probably be too wrapped up in rage to notice the noise…he'll probably think it was just a motel worker…."

"Nice plan," Blair complimented sarcastically, casting Emma a mocking glare. Unfortunately, although Blair didn't admit it aloud, Emma was probably right. Logan wouldn't notice the pounding on the wall—because he would be too outraged to notice anything besides his brother.

"Worth a shot," Emma hissed under breath. She raised her right hand casually, clenching it into a fist, and rasped on the gray wall as hard and as loudly as she could manage.

[Logan/Victor/Gambit/Danny]

Logan was sweating horribly now. He had just nearly missed getting his head sliced clean off by his sadistic brother.

However, now, instead of Victor readying himself to attack again, his eyes were focused on nothing. He was staring into space, his expression truly blank.

Logan had no idea what Victor was doing. It wasn't like him to stop mid-battle and give his enemy a moment of advantage. Did he hear or smell something peculiar? Logan sniffed and listened hard—but all he heard was a loud thumping noise coming from outside the room. That wasn't it. That could be anything.

He gave up after a few moments, deciding that he should just use Victor's moment of sudden weakness to his greatest advantage. He snarled quietly, took a deep breath, and positioned himself to strike at Victor again.

But just as he was about to jump at him, Victor snapped out of his gaze and smiled menacingly. "Well, Jimmy," he said coolly. "I've gotta get going—but I'll see you around." Then he sprinted in his cat-like way out the door before Logan had a chance to even take a breath.

And Logan didn't even run after him, because he was so incredibly puzzled by the fact that his brother had just taken off without even a vague explanation during an intense battle. Never had Victor done that before, not even when they had both been on the same team.

Nevertheless, once Logan regained his thoughts, he emitted a growl that was similar to that of a furious wolf, and ran after his brother, screaming as he did so—but he was too late. His brother had already gone.

"I lost him! Again!" he snarled as Danny and Gambit rushed to his side.

"It's okay," Gambit said in an unconvincing voice. "You'll get him…you'll get him…" he assured him nervously.

Logan fell to his knees, trembling in defined rage and puzzlement, and then gazed at both Gambit and Danny—but his eyes were mostly focused on Danny. "You," he snarled, pointing a sweating finger at the boy.

"Me?" Danny mumbled hoarsely, caressing a dark purple bruise on his cheek.

"You kissed Blair! You kissed Blair!" he shouted furiously. He stood up straight and shot Danny an I-am-going-to-kill-you glare. Then he started to stalk towards him, his adamantium claws thrusting out of his knuckles.

"Hey," Danny said nervously, backing up as Logan advanced towards him. "Don't do anything drastic…so, I kissed Blair. We like each other."

Gambit gripped Logan tightly by the shoulder and then said to Danny, "Don't mind him, he's a little over protective."

Logan, knowing that there was no possible way of denying that fact anymore, did not respond to Gambit, but still glared fiercely at Danny.

"S-speaking of Blair," Danny spluttered, glancing fearfully at Logan's claws, "where is she? I thought she would've come back in by now…."

Logan shoved Gambit away from him and turned to the door. "Blair!" he called anxiously, but there was no reply.

Gambit, Logan, and Danny all exchanged the same terrified look. They didn't even have to go snooping around the motel searching for Blair, they knew the truth automatically.

Blair was in deep trouble. Again.

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