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"Oh, shit, oh shit!" Logan yelled in shock as Scott was there one minute then down the next. They just couldn't catch a break. Barely managing to escape Stryker's facility was enough action for at least a week with hundreds of soldiers and even missiles to spice things up, but now Scott and a crashing plane? Too much. Logan never flew the X-Jet that much, usually just Jean or Scott did, but it wasn't rocket science to grab the throttle and navigate them in a straight line again. He frantically scanned the controls on the plane, glimpsing "autopilot" with a sense of relief. He didn't hesitate to click it as the plane leveled out and they were flying at a more stable rate. Stryker's facility was hidden behind them by the clouds, but he knew there would be jets following in search of the runaway mutants. The three holes in the glass he made a high pitched, sucking sound as air screamed through it, but they were flying as low as they could to avoid any danger. However, Scott did his best by sticking a few pieces of duct tape on them to keep the cabin pressurized.

"Scott? Scott, easy there, buddy," Logan unbuckled himself from the seat and gently lifted his friend's body from the wheel. He was completely done. His mutation was spent, his shoulder was bleeding profusely, he hadn't slept or eaten in days, and his exhaustion must've been killing him from all that running and hiding. The guy was going to crash sometime, and he was glad it wasn't at the facility, but Logan had no expertise in this area. He was secretly hoping Scott could tough it out until they got to the school where Jean would fix him up, but Cyclops couldn't wait that long. Logan unbuckled Scott's seatbelt and draped his good arm across his neck. He dragged his unconscious body to the cargo area of the plane where some thermal blankets and mats were stacked next to each other in case of emergency. He thought this qualified.

Logan stretched Scott's body out on the mat, wrapping him up in thick blankets cause it seemed like the right thing to do. There was a first aid kit on board and he removed Scott's soiled bandage to throw some antiseptic wipes in there and drape some gauze over it. That was about as far as his medical knowledge extended. There was no food or drinks on the plane, and even though his stomach growled like it was going to eat itself, he knew Scott was the priority. Logan ducked back into the cockpit, seating himself in the pilot's chair. He didn't know where the hell they were going, but Cyclops didn't have long.

There was a communication set on the control panel, with a dial pad to call any location. Logan silently prayed it worked and quickly typed in the school's emergency line. Almost immediately a voice answered.

"Xavier's School Emergency Line. Who is this?"

"Wolverine." It was told to use your "X-Men" name to identify yourself as a mutant, so you weren't some prank caller. On the other end of the line, there was something like a gasp, then voices yelling in the back, and after a moment a new voice spoke to it.

"Logan, are you there? It's Storm."

"Storm, great to hear your voice," he exhaled deeply, "look, I need your help. I don't know where the hell I am and Scott's in bad shape. Get me to the school."

"Logan, Logan! Slow down! Where have you two been?! We've been looking everywhere for you, search parties day and night, scouring the news and internet for some word-"

"Look, long story, Storm, but help me out! What's the coordinates of the school? I need to get Scott there quick!"

"Scott? He's not okay?" worry gripped her tone.

"Not if I can't get him to Jean," Logan sighed, "address. Now."

She rattled off a list of coordinates he quickly typed into the system, the autopilot reading the information and already adjusting the course.

"Logan, the Professor is going to be delighted to know you two are okay. Where are you? We can send help-"

"Long story, Storm," Logan dry washed his face, "it's hard to reach us now, I'm going to get us there as fast as possible. Be ready in a few hours, get a stretcher, we're coming home."

"I'll tell the Professor," she hung up the line.

"It's okay, Scott," Logan looked back at the sleeping Cyclops up to his chin in thermal blankets, "I'm gonna get us home."

"THEY DID WHAT?"

"I-I'm sorry, Colonel Stryker, the m-mutants, they stole a plane and-"

The soldier ducked as a knife flew toward his head. He yelped like a dog and stood back up on shaky feet as Stryker faced him, fuming.

"Tell. Me. Again."

"S-sir-"

"COLONEL!"

"Colonel!" he cried, "the mutant Wolverine, h-he managed to heal and he was i-indestructible. He protected the mutant Cyclops and was able to hijack a plane out from the hangar."

"I told you," Stryker's tone sounded like nails on a chalkboard, "explicitly, that if those mutants got away, YOU WOULD BE HELD RESPONSIBLE."

"I know, sir, and I'm doing everything I can to get them back," the soldier shook, "recovery planes, army jeeps, radar tracking-"

"I don't care," Stryker was breathing heavily, getting in danger of a full explosion, "they are gone. Do you hear me? GONE! Do you know how long it took for me to lure them here? YEARS! This mission was successful, I had TWO MUTANTS! YOU INCOMPETENT FOOL!"
"Sir-"

Five loud gunshots echoed in the chamber, the shots following in rapid succession. The soldier looked down as blood splattered from his uniform, and his eyes glazed over as he hit the ground.

"Find them," Stryker panted, hands on the desk, eyes boring holes into the wood, "Find them! FIND THEM!"

Hours had passed, Logan concentrating adamantly on the still horizon, ears ready for the sound of enemy jets and planes. So far, there was no disturbance, and he felt relieved at the freedom he just began to relish. A mass tangle of tension ebbed away from his tense muscles, and he just now realized how hungry and exhausted he was. The battle adrenaline was dissipating, and his corporeal needs were becoming a demand.

He wished he could grab some shut eye like Scott, but even though the plane was on auto pilot, they didn't know who or what might be coming their way. It was up to him to protect Scott like he did in the facility. Without those powerful laser beams, he'd be dead or trapped like a caged animal for experimental purposes.

Those blasts really did a number on the guy…He hoped Jean could fix it, because power like that in the wrong hands was unstoppable. The Professor would help, he always had an answer.

The navigation on auto pilot was saying they were just crossing the Atlantic, escaping Stryker's top secret facility from an island just off the coast of the Honduras. They'd reach U.S. soil in a few more hours, but the threat of Stryker's men wouldn't leave him until they touched base on the school grounds. There, he really felt safe.

Maybe if he just sat back for a little…closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again the sky was a deep orange, the sunset casting its glow across the horizon.

They were just an hour away from the school, and he hoped Storm would live up to her promise.

"Oh no," he turned around, "Scott!"

He leaped out of his chair to race to his side. Was he okay? Was he still breathing?

His face was deathly pale, the atmosphere grim. But he was still breathing. Logan let out a sigh of relief, looking over the bandages on his gunshot wound. They were seeping with blood, but they'd last until Jean got a look at it.

"Almost there, buddy, almost."

"Clear the landing pad!" Storm ordered, "Get me a stretcher, and someone call the Professor!"

"Storm!" Hank McCoy came bounding to her side, his blue fur itching her skin, "What's going on?"

"It's Logan and Scott," she barely contained her relieved excitement, "they're on their way!"

"On their way? How?"

"I couldn't get all the details," she kept walking, her cape billowing behind her, "but I know Scott's hurt."

"Is it bad?" Hank's heart skipped a beat.

"He's still alive, that's all I know."

Hank let out a deep breath, "I'll go let Jean know, make sure the Professor hears this too!"

He went running off down the hallways.

Storm saw two young students wheeling a stretcher by, another carrying packs of medical kits and equipment.

"Are those for Cyclops?" she asked.

They nodded and they continued walking.

Now, where's the Professor….

"I see them! I see them!"

Storm went sprinting towards the cry, pushing through a huddle of students scanning the skies in search of the two missing X-Men.

"There!"

She saw someone point to her left and she craned her head to see that in the distance a black object was approaching. Slowly, the whir of the engines grew louder and she could distinctly outline the body of a plane.

"Clear the space! she yelled, pushing students back. They seemed half a mile out.

"Get out of the way! Out of the way!" A student with a telephone in their hands was squeezing past shoulders and bodies to move through the crowd.

"What is it?" she stopped the panting student.

"Ma'am, it's the Emergency Hotline! It's Wolverine!"

She grabbed the telephone out of the student's hand and held it to her ear, "Logan? Hello? Can you hear me?"

"Storm!"

"Logan, what's the problem?"

"Scott's out of commission, and I don't know how to land this thing!"

She looked up slowly, dread filling her body. Indeed, the plane wasn't slowing down.

"BACK AWAY!" she screamed at the students as yells started to fill the clearing, "BACK INSIDE THE SCHOOL!"

Students went running and screaming past her like a current and she threw the telephone to the ground. Her concentration was shaky because of the commotion around her, but these were her friends and they needed her. She felt for the wind currents in the air and her eyes glazed over an alabaster white. Storm willed the currents to her and a rush swept through the air as it obeyed. She thrust her hands in the air, towards the plane; the currents encircled the aircraft and she tried to create an air cushion under them as she maneuvered the winds to slowly pull the plane down. She couldn't identify any passengers inside yet, but her sole focus was getting the plane safely to the floor without any harm. It was nearly there, just a few hundred more feet as the whir of the turbines woke the whole countryside.

"I got you," she said under her breath, "I got you."

Touchdown. The wheels made contact with the grass and she pushed the wind currents back into the sky, her ears popping at the sudden change in atmospheric pressure.

"Logan! Scott!" she ran towards the plane, screaming at whoever was inside to lower the platform.

"Storm!"

She turned around to see Jean running her way, her lab coat sweeping behind her, "Where are they? Let me see them!"

"I-"

Slowly, a metallic groan filled the clearing and they sprinted to the back of the plane where the platform started to lower to the ground. Both women looked in anticipation, waiting to see the two missing X-Men finally return.

Standing on the edge was Logan, standing tall, supporting Scott who was leaning on him heavily.

"Scott! Logan!"

They sprinted to the two men, Jean and Storm trying to carry Scott, but Logan refusing and demanding he help him down himself. The gurney was waiting and they carried him onto the stretcher and attached it. Jean was already hovering over him, saying multiple commands and jotting down his stats. Storm hugged Logan tight, her hands wrapping around his neck as he hugged her back.

"Logan! I'm so glad to see you, you need to tell me what happened! No, first the Professor, he wants to hear-"

"Storm," he chuckled, holding a hand up, "the thing I want most in the world right now is a beer and a nap."

She smiled, "I think we can accommodate to that."

A certain telepath in a wheelchair whirred through the path that students gave him, emerging onto the scene where he saw his X-Men together once again.

"Logan, Scott," his eyes were crinkled in joy, "welcome home! We've all been so worried!"

"Professor," Logan shook his hand, "glad to be back."

His leg buckled beneath him and Storm caught him.

"Oh, dear," Xavier looked at Logan who was breathing hard and whose legs were shaking, "quickly, Storm, let's get Logan back to his bedroom, he deserves the rest."

"Come on," Storm helped him up as they filed past the students looking at them in awe.

Hank came bounding up to the Professor, "Professor! I've been looking for you! Storm told me that Logan and Scott-"

He looked at the scene before him and the new plane that sat on the front lawn.

"Oh…then I guess you already knew that."

"Hank," the Professor smiled, "please make sure that Logan is all right, then give Jean a hand with Scott if you could?"

"Absolutely, Professor," Beast nodded, but stopped, "But…I think Logan is taking care of that."

Confused, Xavier turned his chair and saw that Wolverine adamantly refused Storm's requests to get to his room, but was marching by Jean, checking on Scott. This was an unusual sight…Logan and Scott couldn't stand each other.

"I wonder what the hell happened to them?" Hank was just as shocked.

"They've survived an ordeal together," Professor looked up at Hank, "it's a strong brotherly bond that grows."

"Hmph," Beast scoffed, "I give it a day before their back at ripping each other's throats out."

Professor Xavier just laughed.

The End.