Rebekah

I feel like someone has taken up tap-dancing inside my head. I lie there, wondering if I can be bothered to groan. In the end, I decide groaning is okay and won't hurt too much. Wrong. It feels like the tap-dancers have taken up pneumatic drills and modern interprative dance. Ow.

"Are you awake?"

I slap my hands to my ears. That hurt.

"Goeway, wanna sleep..."

"Bekah, you have to get up."

"Sleepy..."

"You have to get up!"

And then I remember, leaping up.

"THE BROTHERHOOD!"

Isaac is crouching over me.

"Gone. Beat them."

"But... But... The last thing I remember, we were just about to... Please tell me I wasn't knocked out right away. That would be so embarrassing."

I run my tongue over my teeth and stop. Blood. Fresh, warm blood, coating my teeth. I look at Isaac.

"Who did I... Did I hurt... It was Sabretooth, wasn't it?"

He won't look at me.

"Isaac. Who. Did. I. Hurt."

"It...it doesn't..."

"Doesn't matter!? It doesn't matter that I could have killed one of you!? That for all I know, I could have killed one of you and I don't know it yet!"

And then I hear voices and manage to move my head around. Logan has wrapped the remains of his top around Jean's arm. Blood is still seeping through. I look at Isaac.

"Jean? I attacked Jean?"

Isaac shrugs.

"Jean. Yeah. But she zapped you out of it."

"Isaac. What did I do?!"

And then he raises his shirt to reveal half-healed scars -remenants from a mauling by a big cat.

Isaac

It took about five minutes to stop Rebekah apologizing. I explained to her it wasn't her fault but she refused to believe me. She went into a major depression mode and refused to speak. I was still coated in blood but the wounds had sealed themselves nicely. I was still worried about the risk of infection from Bekah's claws but hopefully my healing factors could take whatever was thrown at them. After all they had saved my life on many occasions already.

"Bekah, look on the bright side, we're going home soon! Time is restored and everything is good in the world. We won."

Even Bekah couldn't help smiling at that.

"I wouldn't get too excited. Prof won't be happy and I'm gonna have hell on earth trying to get Summers off my ass," Logan said.

For some strange reason we all found this immensely funny.

"Don't worry about Scott. I'll take care of him," Jean said weakly. Despite Logan's best care she was still bleeding heavily. If she died now we were all finished. Jean closed her eyes and murmured, "the X-men are close."

"Well, this has been great," Spider-Man said taking off into a run. "But I've got to fly. Duty calls and I'm not answering to no X-Man. It's been great hanging around with you kids though. See ya," and he was gone before I could even thank him for saving my life.

The next ten minutes were a blur. Nightcrawler appeared beside Jean and teleported her into the replacement Blackbird. I grabbed Logan and Bekah and followed. We were seperated immediately and interrogated like criminals. It was the best way to tell if we were lying. If our stories didn't match up then we would be in deeper trouble. I stuck to the truth as much as possible and hoped for the best. I couldn't stop myself from yawning directly in Scott's face when he came round to see me. Although he threatened and shouted, I shut him out and drifted away from reality. I was exhausted. I felt like I'd wrestled a lion. Wait a sec...but I was already asleep.