CHAPTER 80

Run, Bobby, Run!

TO: narutonarutolove

My story line is just that, my story line. :P I'm not really following any comic book plot or any movie plot. I'm just making it up as I go along. The characters, world, and the general story line where the characters COME from belong to DC…..or is it Marvel?... I'll have to look that up. Thanks for the review and the condolences! I would have PM'd you, but it seems that you not a "member" of . LOL.

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LAST TIME…..

His tutor replied; **It seems that the feral has caught your scent. He is heading to the mansion now.**

Bobby could stop the loud curse that came from his lips. "*&^#!"

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BOBBY DRAKE

The young ice-mutant lurched out of his bed, managing to pull a fumble worthy of Cassie herself as he tripped over a shoe….one of Mikes no doubt…..and began to run to his closet to pull out some clothes.

There was a clap and the lights switched on, momentarily blinding the blue-eyed teen when his room-mate, Mike Croftsworths, voice spoke. "What the ***** are ya doing, man!? It's five in the morning! And you already got up earlier this night!" Mike took a quick moment with his sleep-addled brain to try to figure out if this made sense before turning his attention back to his room-mate.

Bobby ignored him in favor of grabbing his school back-pack, emptying it of books and beginning to stuff clothes randomly into it before pulling on his sneakers, not bothering to tie them.

Mike, the mutant who had the ability to make almost any electric item go haywire at his touch (hence the clap-operating lights in their dorm room) sat groggily in his top bunk, watching his room-mate as if he had gone completely insane.

"WHAT are you DOING!?" Mike asked again, his eyes growing wider as he watched his room-mate zip up his backpack.

"I gotta go." Bobby said by way of an explanation.

"Go WHERE!?" Mike exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it, Mike." Bobby said dismissively, concentrating more on saving his hide then coming up with a cover story for his pesky room-mate.

"You're acting like the buildings on fire!" Mike countered. "Are you in some kind of trouble, Bobby? Is this about Rogue?"

This time, Bobby scowled at him and the sheer ugliness of hatred on his face stunned Mike into silence. Just as quickly, however, the look was gone, so fast that Mike had to wonder if he had imagined it.

"Nah. Don't worry about it." Bobby repeated, trying his darndest to look reassuring when he was on an almost full-panic mode. Not even bothering to tie his sneakers, Bobby burst out of their dorm room, leaving a freaked-out, worried and confused Mike behind.

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LOGAN AND MARIE/ROGUE

Logan gave a warm, reassuring purr to his mate….HIS mate….His Marie…..Why-WHY-had it taken him so long to figure it out! But he recognized it now.

Knew it.

Accepted it.

And now, she was his. His and tired.

Logan leaned in and nuzzled her neck gently, purring to calm her, ignoring her flinch when his skin touched hers. He knew it would probably take a long time for her to accept that he could touch her, skin-on-skin, without being effected by her powers. His poor, young mate was so used to avoiding human touch, to trying to keep other people safe from herself.

`Not anymore.` he growled to himself, rubbing his face into her neck and purring until she relaxed. "Come on, darlin, let's get back in there and get you some rest."

"It's already mornin', sugah." Marie countered, though in a still-shocked voice.

Logan gave off a little growl. "Yeah, well I'm give'n ya a day off of school. With all that's go'in on, ya need it. Come ta think of it, so do the others. Now come on." Instead of waiting for her to stand, Logan took his mate in his arms bridal style and lifted her as easily as if she had been a feather. He toed the door to their dorm room open (left open just a little for that very purpose) and walked into the dark room….Well….almost dark. There was Cassie, sitting at Clarisses desk with the lamp-light on, writing with a sleeping Roddy in her lap.

Logans low, angry growl made both Cassie and Rogue jump a little and Cassie looked up guiltily.

"What the **** do ya think yer do'in, woman!" Logan growled, making Rogue slap him lightly for his language. "Vic's gonna have BOTH our hides tanned and hung out ta dry if you don't get sleep!"

Cassie gave him an annoyed, scolding look from the desk before whispering back. "I'm working things out, geez."

"Well, work things out on the mattress." Logan growled out, going to deposit his mate gently on her bed and tuck her under her covers next to a sleeping Jonesy.

Cassie gave an irritated growl, not quite up to par with Victor or Logans, but a growl none-the-less. "I can't just work things out laying down, I need pencil and paper." She gestured with her free hand to said writing utensil and paper. "Besides, I can't sleep."

"Well, I'll fix that," Logan said, still trying to keep a low voice and not doing well at all. He pointed imperiously to the mattress. "Now get inta bed, and take Roddy with ya."

Cassie tightened her grip on her pencil. "No." she said simply. "Not when there's so much I have to figure out."

Logans growl lowered, a beta attempting to set a pack member in place. "Listen here, kid, as Vic's not here, that leaves me in charge, now get yer butt onto that mattress, now!" he managed to give his best 'in-charge' soldier voice without raising it too much. Cassie, however, refused to be effected.

"I said no. It's not like I'm a child, Logan."

Rogue squirmed a little on her mattress, careful not to wake Jonesy and chewed on her lower lip. This WASN'T going to end well. When her Logan used THAT voice, it meant he was to be obeyed, no matter what. It was a voice very much like that one he used when he was teaching a danger-room lesson.

Quicker than a cobra, Logan launched himself at his brothers mate and adopted cub and had the two of them up his arms lightning fast, making Cassie eep and drop her pencil.

"You can bet yer mate's gonna hear about this." Logan growled at her as he placed her onto the mattress. "And he's not gonna be happy."

"I'm over eighteen," Cassie countered. "I'm an adult."

Logan opened his mouth to respond when the cell-phone his brother had given him (with all those suspicious, private numbers) vibrated, forcing the feral to flip open the phone. "What is it?" he growled into the speaker.

His older brothers voice came into his ear. "Runt, we're got a situation."

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ON THE BLACKBIRD JET

VICTOR CREED/SABRETOOTH

Victor easily landed the high-tech jet onto the basketball court landing site with one hand, the other holding his cell-phone to his ear. "Listen up, James. That ice-brat, the one who can control ice,"

"What, Bobby?" Logans voice responded over the phone.

"That's the one." Victor growled, his voice low, wild, and deadly. "The fool's up ta somethin'. I caught his scent at Furys lab. Do ya know where the kid is now?"

His younger brothers own growl came across to him and Victor couldn't help but smirk. If the ice-brat DID have something to do with the theft of the infinity serum (and the presence of his scent at the lab said the kid DID) he was in for a world of hurt and a VERY serious interrogation.

"In his room, if he knows what's good fer him." Logan replied.

Victor sliced through the belt buckles with his claws, unwilling to take the time to properly remove them, and slammed down on the button that opening the doors and lowered the ramp. "Well, I just got back, Jimmy. That cub's got some questions ta answer."

"Do you need help track'n him down?" came James question.

Victor pondered this briefly. It was a big school, a lot of ground to cover, even for him, but if this ice-brat really was involved with the infinity serums theft, there had to be someone else backing the kid. "No, stay there. Guard our pack."

Steve Rogers rushed after the feral as he stalked down the ramp. "Whoa there, soldier, are we talking about a child here!?"

Victor lashed out at the man with his claws, not really trying to wound him, but trying to get a point across, make the man back off and stop questioning him. "A child with an ego the size of the moon. One who's just made a serious mistake."

"You realize you can't rip out a childs entrails, not matter what he's done." Natasha countered, easily keeping pace with the fast-moving feral.

Victor slid the phone back into a pouch tied to his furs. "Says who?"

Clint nocked an arrow into his bow.

Without even glancing back, Victor rolled his eyes. "Easy, sharp-shooter, I'm not gonna kill the brat, just track'em down and put the fear of Creed into'em."

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BOBBY DRAKE

The ice-brat who was currently being discussed was, in the mean-time, running his way down the wooden-paneled hall, stopping at a panel just next to the entrance of one of the rec-rooms. All of the students of Xaviers school knew well where the emergency exits were incase of an attack or invasion, and Bobby was no exception to this rule.

Hitting a decorative knob on the wooden panel, a secret door slip open to an escape tunnel, the very route Logan had used to get them out when Strykers men had attacked.

Quickly, Bobby slid in, shutting the panel behind him and running full out through the tunnels. His tutors voice came into his mind;

**I can mask your scent from the ferals for a brief period of time, but you must leave the mansion immediately.**

Bobby rolled his eyes and quickly hid his thought of 'No, duh'. He had no desire to see what two angry ferals could do to him (and he could imagine quite a lot having seen both of them in action.)

**Come immediately to our place of learning,** his tutor continued to instruct. **there we will discuss what we will do next.**

Bobby could only run.