Quinn strapped herself into the Blackbird and settled back into her seat. Ink sat beside her and Nightcrawler sat in front of her. She looked over at her friend whose eyes were closed. "You ok?" she asked. Ink nodded and let out a quiet yawn. "Wake me when we get there…"

"Are you alright?" Quinn asked. He shrugged a shoulder. "Just tired," he mumbled. "Going to save my strength for when we get there…" Quinn watched him for a moment until he drifted off before looking away. Everyone had just finished getting seated and Beast was flicking on controls and pressing buttons up in the cockpit. Wolverine sat next to him and was adjusting his headpiece. "Everyone ready!" he called out. A collective agreement chorused around the passenger cabin but Quinn didn't reply. She was ready as in she was seated, but she wasn't sure about whether she was ready for the plane to start moving. She could fly herself, but that was at her own speed and altitude. She hadn't been in a plane before and all the stories she had heard were in movies and most of the time the plane crashed. Sure she had been in the Blackbird before and had been shown what it could do but she'd never actually been in it during takeoff.

The jet came to life around her and the whirl of machinery played like some dim background noise. Although it wasn't loud and the slow movements weren't jerky, she was surprised that Ink could sleep. She glanced around the cabin and found that everyone else was either closing their eyes or seemed to be staring into space. Cyclops and Jean talked quietly to each other upfront and Nightcrawler was tapping on his arm rests in front of her.

"How you doing?" Quinn asked him. He turned his head and peered back at her through the space between his seat and the one where Shadowcat usually sat. "I'm good," he replied. "You?" Quinn shrugged and looked around. "Not sure," she replied. The jet pulled out of the secret entrance in the cliff side near the mansion and promptly picked up speed. Quinn gripped her arm rests as she felt flattened against her seat. Nightcrawler laughed and she noted that it was only slightly on-edge. "Everyone usually hurls their first trip," he told her. "Ink usually still gets sick, so I'm guessing that even in his dreams he won't be feeling too great." As though he could predict the future, Ink shifted in his seat and a tremor wracked his body.

"He'll be ok," Nightcrawler commented, and Quinn nodded. She sat up more in her seat but couldn't resist the feeling of being pushed back. "How long?" she asked.

"Well the normal travel time from here to Vancouver is about five hours, possibly going on six," He grinned. "but we'll be making the trip in about two." Quinn's eyes widened at the three hour difference; she knew that the Blackbird was fast but not that fast.

"I know. It's awesome," Nightcrawler replied.

Quinn didn't know how to reply so she just nodded again and glanced around the cabin. "Where's Blackout?" she asked.

"She's sitting at the back. I told her she could sit with me but she didn't want to intrude on Shadowcat's spot."

"Oh. I didn't realize she was like that."

"Yeah. Most people see her as a really rough mean person but she's actually really nice and loyal." His smile turned gentler. "Kind of like you."

Quinn didn't reply, just looked at the ground. Nightcrawler gave her a last smile before turning back around in his seat.

Quinn took one more look over at her dark haired companion to make sure he was alright before she unfastened her seatbelt and stood up. The second she stepped into the aisle she was pitched backward. Her head hit the floor and she groaned, placing a hand to the back of her head.

"Sit down Nightmare!" Wolverine called from the front. "We don't need any casualties before we even get there."

Quinn nodded but didn't return to her seat. Instead she quickly made her way to the back and slid into the seat next to Blackout, who turned to look at her. "Wow. You braved Wolverine's wrath just to sit next to me." She laughed quietly and smiled. "Gusty." Quinn shrugged a shoulder and smiled slightly. "It was nothing," she replied. Blackout gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder. "So why'd you come back here?" she asked.

"Because I wanted to," Quinn replied.

"That it?"

"Yeah."

"Really? Come on. You seem a lot more in-depth than that."

"Not right now. I just wanted to sit back here. I didn't get why you were sitting by yourself."

Blackout bit her lip a little and looked away. "I didn't want to intrude when I already feel like I am. I'm friends with some of these guys, like Nightcrawler and Rogue and Wolverine, but some of the others…" She glanced at Quinn out of the corner of her eye. "I'm sure someone told you about how I almost trashed Cyclops' car?"

Quinn remembered Kitchie telling her about it when she first asked who Blackout was.

"Well he and I weren't the greatest buds even before that so that just made everything worse," Blackout explained. "Since I left this place I've visited once or twice to see Nightcrawler and Rogue and some others, but it seems like I'm not really welcome here even though Professor Xavier says the mansion is open to everyone. I just get the feeling like I'm not really wanted, because I caused these guys some trouble. But that doesn't matter." She brushed her hand through the air, brushing away everything she had said. "The long of the short of it is that I try to stay out of peoples' way when I'm around and just do what I came to do with them. It's that simple."

Quinn stared at the floor as she fastened her seatbelt across her chest. "Will you come back to the mansion with Gabriel and Noah when we get them back? We can make sure they're ok." She looked over at the older girl as she spoke and Blackout smiled slightly. "Maybe," she replied. "We'll see."

They sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the trip as Quinn slipped in and out of day dreams where none of this had happened…

"The building is in sight!" Beast called out. "Prepare for decent."

"And get ready to kick some government ass," Wolverine added with a growl.