A/N: Time for a new chappie. I think I've done quite well with getting this up considering how far apart some of my uploads are. I am a little bit excited because after this chapter I'll hopefully have over 100 reviews which really cheers me up. So things pick up a little in this one and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 17

It had only been three days later that I found myself in the gym with Logan when he suddenly rushed out of the room without even a 'see you later'. I had gone to look for Kitty and co. as I affectionately called them when a figure slammed into my body.

I came face to face, well, face to chest, with a wall of muscle. Glancing up caused my eyes to connect with one of the very people I was searching for. Peter. He smiled down at me briefly and then grabbed my arm before swinging me around to face the direction I had come. He began to tug me along and, confused as I was, I didn't try to shrug out of his grip.

I decided to speak up. "Um…Peter? Where are we going?" I really wanted to know what had this giant dragging me down the corridor. He didn't answer but eventually led me into one of the many sitting rooms that the mansion housed. It was full of many other kids including the rest of the misfits I had become friends with. Still I was confused and had so many questions flying through my head. What was wrong with Logan? With Peter? Why were there so many of the students crammed into one room when there were plenty to go around? "Peter?" I asked again.

I was then sat next to Rogue, of all people, who gave me an almost undetectable dirty look. I would have given one back had I not wanted answers. And fast. The noise of the room was beginning to aggravate my ears, both fox and human. Bobby must have noticed because he almost instantly stood and whistled for the room's attention. They all looked in our direction and Bobby gave them a look in return.

"Can we be aware of those who aren't quite accustomed to their extra senses yet, please?" They nodded. "Thank you." I sent a grateful smile to him which he returned. "Now, Peter, would you like to explain why we are all stuck in one room." I perked up. Finally some answers.

Peter's deep voice cut into the heavy silence that had now filled the room. "I don't know anything for certain, but I think the team is going to be called out for something. Whatever it is is pretty big because otherwise the Professor wouldn't have nearly everyone in one room." For a moment the silence in the room felt almost suffocating before everyone began spouting out a flurry of questions simultaneously. The volume caused me to double up with my palms over my fox ears. I felt as though I might pass out. I didn't move from that position even when Bobby and Peter called for order again.

A small arm embraced my tense shoulders followed by a soothing voice. "It's okay, Nat. It's okay. We'll be out of here soon." Of course it was Kitty. Rogue would never willingly comfort me whether she had her mutation or not. "Peter, do think we're able to go yet?" She asked, probably more for my benefit rather than hers.

"I don't know, Kitty." Was his only reply.

*Logan's POV*

We were all stood in the Professor's office. By 'we' I mean the team, the teachers at the school and others, like Hank, which had been called. We were about to be told about something that had Chuck on edge. I had no idea but it was obviously important. I had wanted to stay and finish the session with Natalee in the gym but he clearly had other ideas. That moment from three nights ago popped into my head. I don't know what had driven me to do what I did. It kind of just… happened. When I was in my room that night, for some reason, my mind was stuck on the feel of the skin of her cheek on my knuckles. Even three days later, I still found myself thinking about it. Which was ridiculous, since I was her mentor. Her teacher. Her protector. I had no right to be thinking about things like that.

One eye's voice cut into my musings. "So what's the problem, Professor?" His voice has always got on my nerves, ever since I first came to school. He never seemed too keen on me either though.

Chuck's voice rang out clearly, "When using Cerebro earlier today, I came across something that will require urgent attention. And, if I am right, it concerns one of our newest students." His voice was grim and the last few words reverberated through my mind.

'One of our newest students.'

Natalee.

I straightened from my position against the wall and went to stride out of the room when the Professor's calm tone cut into me. "Logan, although I admire your concern for her, you need to listen to what I have to say first." I gave him a look of disbelief.

"Alright." I stated gruffly. "What is it?" He gave me an almost apologetic look before speaking only one word;

"Victor."

I don't think I have ever moved that fast.

*Natalee's POV*

Ten minutes later we were still sat in the sitting room. The noise had decreased and the atmosphere seemed morose. Most of the students had given up on being optimistic and, as if we were in a cheesy film, rain had begun to poor down the windows. It was as if one of the residents at the mansion had lost their life.

Kitty, Bobby and Peter had been having a quite discussion whilst Rogue still sat stiffly beside me. I had moved out from my fetal position and began staring out of the window glumly. Due to the little sound that filled the room I could pick up on the muffled sound of heavy footsteps that approached the room. I couldn't quite tell who it was because I wasn't yet able to do that but it was a man. And they were coming here. And fast.

I was prepared when the door slammed open but the others in the room obviously weren't. They all flinched and looked towards the 'intruder'. I use that term loosely because it was Logan who opened the door. However, from the looks on the other student's faces, it was the Wolverine and not Logan that was stood there.

His eyes darted around the room and locked onto Rogue's when she spoke up. "Can we leave the room yet, Logan? It's getting awful stuffy in here." Her sweet southern voice cut into me like a knife. Sometimes, I wished I could crush her windpipe so I wouldn't have to hear it.

His response was short and gruff. "Yeah." It was like a signal to the others and they immediately launched themselves from their seats before leaving the room. I waited until most had already filed out through the door before trying to follow. Logan was still stood in the same space when I went to walk past and grabbed my arm before I could.

I looked at him curiously, "What is it?" Even to myself, my voice sounded fed up, as is I had just gone through a phase of depression. At hearing it, Logan's gaze softened a bit.

"I need to talk to you. I'll meet you in your room in about ten minutes. Okay?" I nodded, unsure of what was so important. Before I could say another word to him, he let me go walked off down the corridor. I stared after him for a moment before returning to my room.

A/N: So tell me what you think. I hope the way I've written Logan isn't too OOC so please reassure me if you don't think so. That's all for now. See you soon. Maybe.