Scott pulled me in for a tight hug, calming me down. "What the hell were you thinking, huh, Angel? Why didn't you use your force field?"

He talked in such a gentle and soft tone it made me want to cry more. "I don't know. I was scared and I panicked. I didn't know what to do, I was stuck." I took another look at him and jumped in his arms once more. "I thought you were dead! We found your glasses and Jean said she killed you. I thought you were gone!"

He hugged me tighter to him, stroking my hair as I took deep breaths. "I'm not gone. I'm right here. I'll always be right here for you. You don't have to worry about that. I'm right here."

When I remembered we were still in a battle, I pulled myself back together. We both pulled away, slowly, not wanting to let the other one go. We look over to our side and see my dad and Bobby staring our way with worried looks. We both nodded at the, letting them know we're ok. They nod back, for a response.

I didn't know what they were planning over there but I saw my dad staring at some left over needles from the cure and saw him talking to Storm. I heard him yell, "Bobby, think you can take out your old friend?"

I see him nod and head Pyro's way, who was the one who was setting the cars on fire. I saw him freeze a fire car coming his way. Like the way he did with the missile in the Danger Room. My dad turns to me and yells, "Scout! If you feel like anything is gonna go wrong, come find us. You got that, Kid?"

"Yeah! I got it."

Everyone split up and ran in their directions. Scott stayed by my side but the whole time, I was watching Bobby and Pyro battle. I knew it would be hard for him to battle an old friend who he cared about in the past. I watched him struggle more and more and when Pyro sent a huge blast of fire his way, I jumped into action.

I heard Scott calling my name but I ignored him. I ran over to the two boys who used to be best friends and tried to help. I went over and tried to freeze Pyro's fire just long enough for Bobby to regain some of his strength. It wasn't the Pyro we used to know. He looked at me with this wild look in his eyes. "Wrong move, Doll."

He blasted fire at me which caused my body to bang into a brick wall that was behind me. I hit my head and immediately knew that was a stupid move. I felt like I was gonna pass out at any second but I tried my best to stay awake for Bobby's sake.

He looked at me and I saw him get more pissed than I've ever seen before. Pyro was getting closer to him and when he was right in front of him, Bobby knelt down, trying to get some of his strength back. I yelled his named with as much power in my body I had left. I saw him stand up and he was covered in ice. Like he was made out of ice.

He banged his head against Pyro's, knocking him out. He turned back to his normal self as he ran my way as fast as he could. I was zoning in and out so it was hard to keep my focus. Once he got to me, he lifted me up. He was on his knees, one hand was keeping my head up so I could look at him and his other hand was brushing the hair out of my face. He was close to tears, I could see it.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen. I should've made you stay back."

"No, it's not your fault. I ran in when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. I just wanted to try to help you."

"Believe it or not, you did help. When you yelled my name, it was like I got my second wind. Thank you. I love you Scout."

"I love you too, Bobby." My voice was almost gone, it was so quiet.

I was dozing off and he could tell. He started shaking me, trying to keep me awake. I heard him begging me to stay with him and as much as I wanted to do as he says, I couldn't. I let the darkness take over me in a peaceful rest.

When I woke up, I was being carried in someone's arms. They were strong yet gentle. I didn't dare open my eyes but I couldn't help but mumble, "Bobby?"

He was the first thing that came to mind. He was the last person I saw before I passed out. I heard the person chuckle as they got me into a more comfortable position. "Sorry, Angel. Close but no. How are ya feeling?"

"Sore. Tired. Hungry. Did I mention sore?"

Scott laughed again as I could almost feel him shaking his head. "Yeah, you're definitely Logan's daughter, alright."

"Where's my dad? Is he ok?"

"They're on the jet, being taken care of right now. Everyone is. Logan nearly killed us all when he saw you weren't there. He's ok though."

"What about Bobby? What happened?"

"He's fine. Just a little shaken up but I think that'll change when he sees you. You scared him to death. You scared all of us, actually." Both of our voices were getting more into whispers as he realized I was dozing off again.

"How is everybody? Are they ok?"

"Yea, they're ok."

"What about you? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"…Am I ok?"

"…You're gonna be just fine. Right now all you need is some rest. The next time you wake up, you'll feel better and we'll all be back home, safe and sound."

"Ya promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." And that was the last thing I heard before I dozed off.

When I woke up, I was in a bed in a dark room. I had a major headache and the smell of a cigar didn't help. I knew someone else was in the room and when I turned to look; all I saw was the glow of burning embers in the dark shadows. I didn't have to ask who it was but I still did. "Daddy?"

He sat up and walked over to my bed while putting out his cigar. He sat on the edge of my bed, next to me and even though I couldn't see his face, I could tell he hasn't slept in a good while. He didn't answer me but all he did was help me sit up and pulled me into a gentle hug. "How are ya feeling, Kid?"

"I'm ok. My head just hurts a little."

I could just see that smirk on his face. "Yea, well, that might be because you hit your head pretty hard."

"No shit. How long have I been out?"

"About a day or two."

"Are we back home?"

"…Yeah, we're back home."

"Can I go downstairs?"

He thinks about it for a minute until he picks me up in his arms and walks downstairs. When we get to the living room, there was nobody there except Scott. My dad walks over there and I could tell he has a plan up his sleeve. "Hey, Summers. I got a present for ya. Catch!"

He turned to look at him, annoyed until he saw me flying in the air, landing on top of him. He gives me a smile and pulls me in for a hug. "Thanks, Logan. I think I actually like this present. I don't think I'll be returning it back any time soon."

"Yeah, just keep a lid on it, Scooter." And with that, he walked out.

"I'm real sorry about Jean, Scott."

"Ah, it's ok. Maybe I'll find someone special later in life. Speaking of which, don't you have to go find your special someone?"

I smile and jump up from the couch. "Thanks Scott!"

I ran out of the room, searching for Bobby. I was running around in the hallways and when I almost ran into Storm, she yelled at me to slow down as I kept running, not stopping. Just as I was about to turn a corner, I run into something hard and we both land on the floor.

I look up to apologize when I'm met with the ice blue eyes that stuck by my side throughout everything since I got to this school. "Bobby! Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"

"Scout? No, its ok, I'm fine. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. It's over. The war is over!"

He smiles and helps me to my feet. "Yeah, I guess it is. It's gonna be really different now, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think so." I look over his shoulder and see my dad standing outside, leaning on the rail, by himself. "Bobby, is it ok if I…"

He turned around and immediately knew what I was asking. "Of course. He is your dad. You don't have to ask."

"Thank you." I reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek as I walked over to my dad. "Hey, what are doing out here by yourself?"

He turns to me and gives me a small smile. "Hey Kid. I'm just thinking. I got some left over business I gotta take care of up in Canada…"

"You're leaving again, aren't you?"

"Yeah, sorry, Kid. It's just something I have to do. I promise I won't be gone as long as I was last time."

"Ok. I understand. I don't like it but I can deal with it. I still got everyone here to help me out."

"Ya sure? I can stay here for a while longer if ya want. I won't mind."

"No, no, it's ok. I'll be fine."

My dad gets the famous Howlett smirk on his face. "Ya promise?"

I look at him, with a similar smirk. "Yeah, I promise."

"Good. I don't wanna come back here and find out something happened."

"Well, don't worry. Everything is going to go smoothly."

"I know. I trust you to take care of yourself while I'm gone."

"I will. Besides, I'm the Renegade. My father is the Wolverine. I think I got a few things up my sleeve."

He just laughs and threw his arm over my shoulder, enjoying our time together.