-Chapter 6-

-Audio log 012, private archives, Dr. Wade Load, day [not specified] at Global Justice-

~OK, apologies for the informal start to this one, It's been hella busy at GJ HQ. The guys in R&D were all abuzz about discovering another adamantium deposit at the same crater site that they supposedly got it from originally. From what I've figured out from my position Adamantium isn't native to Earth, as in it came from a extra-terrestrial body that crashed here, sadly not from a spaceship but it's cool enough as is. Its supposedly indestructible once refined heated and allowed to cool, but the heat needed to just melt the stuff is ridiculous. I can just imagine the power bill they'd be getting at the end of the month. It's nice though to be working with an organisation with a big budget

On a less fun note, Jenkins, one of my fellow scientists working on neural interfaces and the nano bots, disappeared. All he did was mess up once dropping some equipment, he broke a jar of prototype nano bots. He also said something about a project SENTINEL or something that he was working on with another group like us. High up says he was fired and sent packing, but I'm not so sure. The way that the guards look at us, and the cameras everywhere I sometimes get the feeling they're not here to protect us. Kind of an incentive to work to your best ability, but its still unnerving. I had to sign a form about intellectual property and such so that none of these projects get talked about outside the labs, nothing new when working with the government and their likes, but with Jenkins disappearing after messing up… it just adds some new context to everything.

Gotta get back to work now though, still have to run some tests on the Nano bots and how they behave in a bloodstream. Dr. Director says this could do amazing work in the medical field, even improve people's memories if we can get them small enough.~

Kim, Ron and the two body hugging uniform wearing strangers, introduced as Scott/Cyclops and the other more scruffy and smelling of smoke one as Logan, were strapped into the semi comfortable 'future' chairs that could spin all the way round… a feature Ron was using to its full potential, much to the 'joy' of Kim and the confusion of the two who picked them up in the jet.

'What a weird name, "Logan", might as well call your self Lowgain or- oh for the love of, if Ron could just stop spinning that'd be great.' Kim thought to herself as she took the time to study the two strangers they had chosen to trust from a voice she and Ron had heard in their heads. 'I guess its safe to say they're both Mutants, or Mutant sympathisers, which is good for us.'

"So, umm, Miss Possible." The stranger wearing the weird singular lense glasses, a.k.a. Scott, started off, looking from the childish Ron, still spinning on the chair to her. "… Is he, is he for real?"

"Huh? Who- oh Ron. Yeah, this is pretty normal behaviour for him, no need to panic, he probably didn't get too much sun… maybe." Kim replied matter-of-factly, completely unphased by Cyclops question, as she'd conditioned herself to them over all the years that she and Ron had been together.

"Oh, right. Good. Professor Xavier probably wouldn't be all too pleased if we had taken too long and either of you had suffered/gotten unwell from that." He paused for a bit to observe Ron's antics a little more before starting up again. "You'd think he'd never experienced the wonders of a swivel chair…"

"Oh tell me about it, one time for his birthday I got him a fancy Pokemon trading card that would look like its moving depending on what angles you're looking at it and he was fascinated for a good week by it… It. Was. Weird."

"Ha! That's classic, but in all seriousness, Pokemon is awesome. Although I could never get into the later seasons with out the original main characters, it just felt so weird." Scott replied, getting way too much into 'kids cartoons' for her likings for an adult.

"Yeah ok, something tells me you'd get along perfectly with Ron, well once we work out his memory problem thing."

"Wait, they messed with his memory? We guessed Global Justice had done some experiments or mind control attempts but not mind control." Scott now looked concerned, his giddy childlike gushing about cartoons having disappeared with the new news. "How bad is it? The memory loss that is."

"Umm in terms of memory loss he seems to remember some things and forget other things. He said something about how it felt like ummm cloudliness in his head?"

"Ahem KP, I do believe I said it feels like 'a rubbery wall' with my memories trying to push through it thank you very –ohhhh funky in my tummy KP."

"I was trying to make it sound less weird Ron, and serves you right for spinning around for a good five minutes straight." Kim said, the last part slightly smugly. "Anyway yeah, so it seems like memories haven't been completely lost, you guys and the Professor wouldn't happen to have anything to hel-"

"Hey KP, Is the world feeling really wonky for you too?" Ron whispered, a pale-faced expression of confused concentration evident.

"ANYWAY, you guys wouldn't happen to have anything that could help with memory loss or the likes at, wherever we're going?" Kim continued, determined to find anything to help everything to eventually go back to normal.

"Currently on hand?" Scott started off before pausing as Logan turned on auto-pilot and spun his chair around to face the other three.

"I could push him off the chair to see if a shock or a knock on his head could, you know help?" Logan cut in shooting a quick glance to Ron, who had slowed down his antics on the 'spinning chair of doom' purely because he had seriously started to feel woozy and, even though there were no clowns nearby, he wasn't about to throw up.

"Um, by that Logan means to say there's not much really we can do on the plane, though back with the professor might be a different situation." Scott quickly interjected, hoping not to scare off the two young Mutants. "He's rather good with how the mind works and the likes."

"What like mind control?" Ron asked, having now pretty much recovered from the effects of his chair antics.

"Don't be ridiculous Ron, even in this crazy world we live in, especially now, there can't possibly be a 'power', mutation, whatever that allows you to control people with your mind… Right?" Kim said, though looking questioningly to Scott when Logan let out a grunt of a laugh.

"Actually Ron here is pretty close. The Professor's abilities allow him to read your thoughts, and yes if he wanted to, could control your actions."

"Oh boy…" was all that Kim could say as she took in the information as she tried to make sense of everything.

"Heh, yeah, so don't be thinking anything filthy when you're with him, it gets real weird when you suddenly hear his voice in your head chastising you. Take my word for it." Logan added, seemingly speaking from experience.

"Yeah ok, probs don't want to know how you found that out, uhh Logan, is it?" Kim said whilst trying to get a gauge of what kind of person this rough looking man was. "OK, on a slightly different course of conversation, but still relevant to the topic of 'Mutants' and this Mutant school you're taking us to, would it be too rude to ask what your, uh, mutations are?"

"Huh, what's this Cyclops? Show and tell?"

"Behave Logan, they're new to everything Mutant. From what we managed to decipher fro our hacking attempts their X-gene's only been active for a few months."

"Woah woah, wait-wait. Wait. Hang on, hang. On. Let me just…" Kim cut in, looking somewhat confused. "A few months? I thought we were in the GJ base for max a day or so? It couldn't have been a few months!"

"We're not kidding, kid." Logan said matter-of-factly. "Medical records say you were in an induced coma for much of it while they were busy with something flagged as 'Project Nemesis'… weird name for a project if you ask me."

"Did someone just say Nemesis? How do you know that name?" Ron asked, suddenly nervous and reaching for the sword strapped to his back defensively.

"Calm down Ron, its all good." Kim said soothingly in an attempt to keep Ron from freaking out in the enclosed space on the jet. "They're just going through records of our time stuck in GJ HQ. Apparently they had us locked in there for three months."

"What's wrong with Blondie here?" Logan asked having noticed the minor panic attack when he'd talked about, what was it, Nemesis? "He always been unstable?"

"Logan, a little sensitivity might be in order here." Scott cautioned him, the same way a parent would caution their child about being nice to people that looked different.

"Why exactly, Cyclops? They're not kids."

"Because, shock horror, not everyone is you, you can't be blunt with everyone, especially newbies." Scott said, still in his 'parent mode'.

"Alright fine. So Possible, how come Stoppable over here didn't like to hear me talk about the Project-we-shall-not-name?"

Kim, for a moment was in deep thought, trying to work out if she knew why. Failing to do so she opened and closed her mouth a few times inadvertently.

"Project Nemesis. That was me, from what I can remember." Ron said quietly.

"Project Nemesis was you, you say?" Scott asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, from what I can remember, I think it was something to do with, mind control, or little robots enhancing genetics. I can't quite remember."

"Well if that's true then that makes sense why we couldn't find files on you in their database." Scott replied, his voice sounding as though he was connecting dots in his mind, and him talking was more of a side effect. "Anyway, earlier you asked about our mutations. To some mutants it is a personal question, to others it isn't. My mutation is a kind of two sided coin, on one side its pretty cool, I can shoot a super hot laser from my eyes, however due to something happening in my childhood I cant control my mutation and have to wear these specialized glasses with a singular lense, hence the name 'Cyclops'." Scott said, motioning to his weird glasses/ visor covering his eyes. "Logan here on the other hand-"

"I can smell Adamantium." Logan somewhat blurted out as his eyes scanned the jet around him.

"Huh, well no offense but that kinda sucks…" Ron said slightly disappointed in the rough looking man in front of him.

"No. There's Adamantium on here somewhere. And no Cyclops, it's not my claws." Logan almost growled as he got op out of his chair, intent on finding the source of his intrigue. After a bit of sniffing and looking around he zeroed in on Ron, who sat there giving him a blank look. "It's you, you've got something made of Adamantium."

"Who me? Oh I have a shiny cool sword. It cuts through things like a hot knife through butter."

"So the bastards found more of the stuff? Lucky they didn't try to graft it to your bones. That shit hurts." Logan said eyeballing the sword in the scabbard on Ron's back. "So the power suit and fancy sword all you have? Or you actually got a useful mutation?"

"Oh I can do stuff, that's for sure. I can dodge most things like I've got quick reflexes and on top of that, if they do get me both Kim and I have noticed that my wounds heal pretty damn quick."

"Ha! Well Logan, you couldn't be the only one forever." Scott let out a laugh.

"Don't laugh too soon Scott, there was this one time where you were brainwashed and I had to fight this real hot ass chick who had Adamantium claws come out of her fingers. She was a pain to beat I tell you." Logan said. "You seem like a good dude though, I think we'll get along."

"Yeah that was the day we almost lost Jean." Scott said, reflecting on the event that had happened some time ago though quickly pulling himself out of that same memory again to the present. "So we've gotten a gist of Ron's mutation, kind of, what about you Kim? If its alright to ask."

"I, ah, I think I can control, as in move and manipulate things with my mind. It's rather exhausting though." Kim said, trying to find the right words to describe the abilities she had only recently really discovered.

"Well you and Jean certainly would have much to talk about, Kim." Scott said as he took a quick glance over at the now deep in conversation Ron and Logan.

"Yes, but claws coming out of your hands, they don't have that much reach, and if the sitch requires it I can just throw my sword at whatever needs throwing at." Ron stated confidently, closing his eyes as he folded his arms with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, but once you throw your glorified dagger you're completely unarmed. Unless you have these bad boys," With that Logan flexed and clenched his fists, willing the three blades to pierce his skin and come sliding out, making an almost sickening noise whilst doing so. "I'd say I'm still in a better position with my Adamantium armoury. Though you can't throw them, they'll never leave my side, and they're a hell of a lot more subtle than your glorified butter knife."

"Psshh puh-lease I still have more reach with this fine masterpiece."

"It ain't the reach, it's what you do with it." Logan said before eyeing Ron. "Have you ever killed anybody with that toothpick?"

"Yes, more than I ever wanted to, and I have the feeling they wont be the last either." Ron's cheerful expression was replaced with one of serious contemplation. "I've killed so many back in Global Justice HQ, caused so much chaos in my escape. Does that make me a bad person Logan?"

"Hey Kid, I've done some seriously messed up shi- stuff in my lifetime. Innocent people got hurt whilst doing their jobs and some even died because of me." Logan said reassuringly. "The world isn't black and white. There's a hell of a lot of grey out there. You were defending yourself after escaping from an experiment that would have taken your life away from you. You defended yourself. Believe it or not I was in such a situation myself. That's how I got the Adamantium grafted onto my bones. It hurt like a bitch, and then they tried to wipe my memory and use me as a weapon."

"Thanks Logan, Its just, I see their faces, you know?" Ron said, looking down at the general area of his feet. "I don't let her know, Kim that is, she cares for me and I don't want to worry her, but every time I close my eyes I see their faces right before I killed them."

"I know how you feel bub. Just don't close yourself off from everyone around you, it may seem like the right thing, but trust me, its not." Logan then got up from the bench he and Ron had been sitting on and began walking back to the front, though he didn't get far before he turned around again. "Oh and if you're looking for a cool code name that isn't Nemesis, Wolverine's taken, 'cause that's mine."

-Small town, location: Practically middle of nowhere-

"Well Bonnie, as we are officially out of food again I guess I'll go this time and have a snoop around the place." Tara said after a futile search through the empty bags, signalling that their food and water had been exhausted. "Maybe I'll even top our highest haul this time!"

"Hah! Never thought you'd actually feel ok with stealing from people Tara," Bonnie commented followed by a somewhat humorous snort. "Guess there's still a lot I have to learn about you."

To that comment Tara just looked at Bonnie and laughed before beginning her preparations for her 'hunt' through the town for useful foodstuffs and materials.

"You're not entirely wrong Bonnie, originally I did feel bad about the stealing business," Tara said as she got up to leave. "But I've realised, after all the time we've been here now, that they just wouldn't understand our situation. We're not like them, and they're not like us. I think they'd most likely try to rat us out to GJ before helping us. Anyway, gonna go now B. See you in a couple of hours, with luck I might be able to syphon some fuel out of a car and bring it back with me."

"Gotcha T." Bonnie said before she got ready for her 'patrol' of the rubbish dump. "OH! Tara!"

"Yeah?"

"Keep an eye out for bandages and meds if you can, you know, in case we need that sort of stuff!"

"Yeah sounds good. I'll keep an eye out. Don't burn the car down while I'm out, B." With that, Tara made her way out of earshot and continued on her way in the direction of the small town they had been leeching off, though for some reason today's raiding party felt odd, like she was being watched or something.

"Wouldn't dream of it T." Bonnie said, more to herself than actually Tara as she knew she wouldn't have heard her. "Well, it's gonna be a long three hours, as usual…"

-Four Hours Later-

After a long tedious walk from the town to the car and the makeshift camp she had built with Bonnie, Tara finally found herself a spot to sit down, dumping her spoils in an open space between her and her brunette friend.

"So T, whatcha find in town that made you take so long?" Bonnie asked curiously before eyeing the bag Tara had taken with her, noticing that an additional bag lay on the ground with it. "I mean it usually takes you something like three hours max, and well it took you more."

"I found a car in the open which, from the looks of the car make would have had the same fuel as ours." Tara said tiredly but with a hint of pride evident in her voice. "I managed to syphon some before getting caught."

"Shit, how'd you het out of that sitch…uation?" Bonnie asked, before nervously checking the route to town that they always took.

"That's the weird thing, I threw a nice blast of ice at the dude's face and ran off with what I'd gotten from his car-"

"But? I get the feeling there's a 'but' coming along."

"Yeah, but as I left he cam after me again, until he managed to get caught in a bit of metallic junk on the ground."

"Oh." Bonnie said, somewhat disappointed. "I expected it to be like 'and then he grew wings and flew off' or something, you suck at stories T, just sayin'."

"No, no. The weird thing is, the metal wasn't there when I was there earlier, and it was wrapped around his lower leg. Like a snake wraps around its prey to constrict it." Tara replied, determined to prove to her friend that she wasn't going crazy or just sucked with storied filled with suspense.

"Right so he somehow managed to get 'tangled' in this metal junk just when he tried to go after you?" Bonnie said more than asked as she was trying to form a mental image of the happenings Tara was explaining. "It sounds too weird to be true, but with everything we've been through, and becoming the hottest and coolest ladies on the land, anything's possible."

"Exactly. I think there are other Mutants around," Tara said, a concerned yet determined look on her face. "And I think they're watching us."

"Well shit, there goes my plan of sleeping tonight under the stars." Thinking about things said earlier Bonnie went for the second bag Tara had brought with her from town and pulled out a petrol can. "Have we got enough to get out of here? I don't like the idea of being watched. They could be Mutant hunters the GJ bastards sent after us.."

"Agreed, but we don't have enough to get anywhere safe, we could get more tomorrow though. If we're being watched and they know about us I think we may have overstayed out welcome." Tara said contently, agreeing with Bonnie's thoughts on what might be going on. "Maybe we should sleep in the car tonight, just so no one can sneak up on us. I don't much fancy the idea of waking up to some creeps leering at us."

"Eww. Thanks T. Didn't want to sleep soundly tonight anyway." Bonnie remarked as she shuddered at the thought of some creepy dirty old man staring at her sleeping. Tara not being able to contain herself let out a little laugh at Bonnie's comment.

"Weeellll B, while you're wrapping your thoughts around that possibility I'll take a look around our camp site, just to make sure we are actually alone out here." Tara said before beginning her stroll around the rubbish dump that they currently called home, talking to herself in the process. "Filthy place. You would think the locals would have come here more often than, well never."

"That, young lady, is because they are different, inferior you could say." A voice rang out from somewhere behind her.

At the sound of the stranger's voice, Tara spun around channelling her energy to send the voice's owner to a cold grave, but to her surprise she found an elderly man dressed in grey with a helmet standing behind her.

'Who the hell- dressed in grey, helmet, cape? He's got a bloody uniform. Global Justice!' Was all that Tara thought as she sized up the stranger.

"Oh hell no! I'm not going back there! I'd rather die!" Having said that Tara threw a concentrated blast of ice shards towards the old man, intent on shredding him to bits before he could make a move.

To her surprise however, the old man moved his hand and a shield wall of scrap metal pieces formed in front of him, shielding him from the ice shards.

"I am not your enemy, young lady. Far from it." The old man said calmly. "My name is Magneto. I am a Mutant, like you."

"You're a-ok well, why are you here… Magneto?" Tara asked, evidently still not prepared to let down her guard entirely. 'Magneto. What cruel people his parents must have been to call him that, or is it like a code name?'

"I and my companions are here because we have come to rescue you and your friend." Magneto said, again in his almost annoyingly calm voice.

"Rescue us? From what? The locals in town don't even know we are here."

"That is where you are wrong. They have known of your presence for quite some time." Magneto rebutted, almost sounding a little smug. "Even as we speak, a capture group is on its way to apprehend you, my spy, she has told me that they have lethal intent if you were to not immediately comply."

"But, we can't get away! Our car is out of fuel and-"

"We had every intent of offering you travel and refuge with us. Refuge from the humans that are causing strife for Mutants world wide." The old man cut in.

"I, alright. Let me go get Bonnie and we'll gather our things. Don't be surprised if she doesn't welcome you with open arms. She's rather slow to trust others. No thanks to Global Justice."

"Have no worries, young lady. Take as much time as you need."

"Thank you. Oh and the name is Tara." She said with a smile. "Sounds much better than 'Young Lady'." with that she turned back to where Bonnie was in the car, gladdened that they were not alone anymore in their attempts to get away from Global Justice's anti-Mutant reach.

-End Chapter 6-

A/N: I dare say Mooniecat, you certainly read my thoughts on the progression of this chapter :P