Title: Dependant

Author: Bazzer

Rating: PG-13 (For now)

Pairings: Marie/Bobby, implied Marie/John, Scott/Jean, one-sided Jean/Logan, I guess I should put in Ororo/Kurt

Story Summary: Rogue may be the only one able to find Jean, but what happens when she goes missing, and John's the only person who know how to find her. There's one problem. He's in a coma.

Chapter Summary: The Rescue

Disclaimer: I don't own them, please don't sue.

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Rogue drowsily blinked back into reality. Then quickly closed her eyes again, wincing back in pain from the blinding whiteness of the room she was in. Unwilling to put her head through the sharp pains that came along with using her eyes, she opted instead to open her other senses.

She noticed it was quite.

Really quite.

As in too quiet, as in there were no voices, internal or external. She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands, an attempt to force the headache back.

With dizzying speed she realized that her hands weren't tied down, she opened her eyes and looked past the explosion of stars. She rubbed her wrists that were still red from her time strapped down. This realization also brought out the fact that she was sitting on a metal chair. Completely free to move about.

Granted she was also stuck in a very large, very round, very white room.

There was a groan that came from the other side of the room, which Rogue promptly walked to. Then ran when she recognized the person as Jean Grey.

"Jean!" She knelt down next to her and lifted Jean's head into her bare hands. Not even registering the fact that her skin was touching the other woman's with no effect.

The telekinetic's head lolled back and slowly peeled her eyes open. "Rogue?" the sound came out like sandpaper, as if she hadn't had anything to drink in days. Rogue wouldn't put it past the men that ran the facility.

"Yeah, I'm right here," she spoke in a quiet, comforting voice.

"Where's here?"

Rogue paused as Jean's eyes peered helplessly into her own. Something was wrong. Rogue had never known the woman before her to be helpless. "I don't know," she answered truthfully. "Can you....?" She gestured around the room, asking for a psychic reiteration of what she knew.

Jean shook her head, and tapped the metal collar that hung around her next, "They stop our mutations."

Rogue nodded in understanding, was Jean's eyes the right color? And her hair was longer. Of course, her mind countered, she's been here a while.

"What did they do to you?" Rogue posed the question, she knew from personal experience what they did to any mutant they had any psychic abilities.

"I...I don't know," came Jean's response in a broken voice. "I was in the tube and, and oh God," she buried her face in her hands as she sobbed, her shoulder quavered beneath Rogue's fingers, "They were scanning it."

Sorry, wrong answer, they cut off all of your hair, and they cut your skull, and open the back of your cranium. Rogue could still trace the scars that lined the back of her head beneath her thick hair. The scars that not even John knew of.

She immediately began to pick up on other differences that should have been obvious. Her eyes weren't the right shade of green, they would never release a telekinetic, the small box on the back of her collar wasn't blinking.

Rogue steeled her eyes, and backed away from the other woman. She returned to the place where she'd woken up and began to draw her fingers along the wall. "Nice try, Teed. Almost had me fooled. What was this? A test? Did I pass?"

She stopped when she felt a small indent in the wall, smiling she faced the wall. Slowly she took the 'at ease' position of a soldier. "What is she? A shape-shifter? She's pretty good, almost had all the details right. Almost."

She turned to face the woman in question, "Get up, transmuter, you've been compromised."

There was a swishing sound from behind her and Rogue tilted her head to see Teed surrounded by four armed men. Two of them went and picked up the other girl, while the others went behind Rogue and clamped a pair of handcuffs on her. They roughly kicked at the back of her knees, and put bruises on her shoulders so that she fell down onto her knees. Bowing down to Doctor Teed before her.

He kneeled down, balancing on the balls of his feet. He brought her chin up so that her could look into her eyes. "Has any one ever told you, that you'd make a perfect soldier?"

And for the first time for as long as Teed could remember, Rogue looked at him, scared.

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My X-men, report to the War Room immediately.

The message swept through the minds of the assorted adults throughout the entire Institute. Cyclops, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, and Storm, as well as Hank McCoy dropped what they ere doing and practically ran to the War Room.

All except the solitary form of Bobby Drake, who was currently occupying the couch in front of a blank television. With an immense amount of concentration he brought his flat hand together, parallel to the ground, palms touching. Purposely he lifted his top hand away, leaving a small figurine in it's wake.

It was a perfect ice replica of the girl, woman really, that he was in love with. The same one that was currently missing, and due to the excited sound to the Professor's mental message, was more than likely just found.

He smiled as he traced his finger down the side of the statuette, she was so beautiful, she was his.

"Whatcha doin'?"

Bobby lurched forward in surprise, successfully dropping the ice-sculpture, his breathing deepened in anger as he watched it shatter against the ground. He blinked as he slowly balled his fists, cracking all the knuckles in his fingers.

He twisted around to face an extremely bored-looking John. Who simply raised an eyebrow in response to Bobby's seething.

"What do you want?"

"Nothin', just wondering why you're not heading to the meeting."

"Uh duh, he called the 'X-men', dumb ass."

John shrugged and began walking in the direction of the lower levels, "And your point is...?"

Bobby blinked, did John just have a good idea?

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"What the hell do you two think you're doin' here?"Logan raised a menacing eyebrow at the pair as they walked casually into the War Room.

Bobby stopped at the door, while John simply pushed past him and took a seat around the table. "What the hell do you think you're going to say to get us to walk away?" John replied, cocking his head to one side.

"Just let them stay so we can get this over with, I for one would like to get out in the field as soon as possible to save Rogue."

"I must concur wholeheartedly," Beast threw in to back up Scott.

"Please," Storm pleaded on the verge of standing, "Can we get on with this." Kurt nodded as he laid a hand on her shoulder, in an attempt to calm her.

Logan grumbled as he sat with his arms crossed, obviously against involving both the student and the enemy. After hesitating for merely a moment Bobby took the seat between Ororo and Scott, the one farthest from Logan and John.

Xavier wheeled himself to the open spot at the head of the table, with a wave of his hand a small model of a building rose from the middle of the table. "This is Arachnida Base in New Mexico, it's located about four miles from the farthest reaches of Area 51."

Logan growled as he stood to get a better look, "It looks like Alkali."

"It's based off of Alkali, including the lower levels. Now, the upper levels are legit in their experiments on the vegetation of the surrounding areas. This is obviously a cover." This was accompanied by several undignified snorts from almost every one at the table.

"Beneath there are eight major... edifices, hence the name. As well as many offices and a record room." With another wave of his hand the rooms came up as he spoke of them, "One is a Med Bay. A psychic containment cell, and two testing rooms, both complete with overhanging mechanical arms. Another is known as a 'Break Room' which is used to psychotically break down the test subjects into mentally unstable beings."

He paused there to get an effect, as well as to prepare himself for what was to come, "Two others are filled with mutant test subjects." He stopped and the table fell flat.

"What's the final room, Xavier?" you could hear the aggravation dripping from Logan's voice.

"The final room is known as the Adamantium Chamber."

Every one in the room looked to Logan, who, despite his anger-prone nature, sat back calmly in his chair, his fingers intertwined over his chest. "You said this Teed has history with her?"

Startled John jumped and blinked when he was addressed. "Huh, uh, yeah he does."

"Then he knows what her power is?"

"I would assume."

"Logan, what are you getting at?" Scott stood at Ororo's question. Suddenly realizing what the Wolverine was getting at.

"Holy shit." He slammed his fists down on the table, and connected eyes with Logan across the table and through his glasses. "You don't think he'd give her claws, do you?"

"If I know the name then he probably has somethin' t' d with these." Logan was scarily calm as he slid his metallic claws from his fists, "And if he did half the shit that John said he did, then I wouldn't hold my breath against it."

"Zen ve should 'urry, ze more time ve vaste 'ere gives 'im more time!"

"Most certainly," the doors slid open and the X-men practically ran to their lockers to get changed, except John who remained in a contemplative state in his chair. Before Scott could get out the door Bobby stopped him.

He placed a hand on the older mutants shoulder, "Please, just, please bring her back to me."

"Why don't you."

"What?" Bobby blinked at his mentor, not quite understanding Scott's response.

"Suit up Bobby, you're coming with us." Under normal circumstances this would make top ten in Bobby's list of happiest moment, but the reasoning behind the mission seemed to damper his mood completely. Instead of smiling he looked to Xavier, who nodded in agreement.

Iceman wordlessly nodded and followed Scott to the locker rooms to get a uniform. Xavier himself was about to leave the War Room to see them off, when he realized he was not the only one left in the room.

"John? I would have thought you'd be the first on the jet."

"I have something on my mind that seems only you can ease."

"And what would that be, Mr. Allerdyce?"

"How did you know? How did you know about the lower levels in the Base?"

Xavier sighed, and bowed his head slightly, which darkened the shadows in the hollows of his eyes. This was in all honesty the first time he'd ever been asked of his sources. All the others just accepted it because with his information they were able to help achieve their dreams.

He figured, that as the first to ask, he would get the entire truth. "To be perfectly honest the knowledge of this Base, as well as Alkali, as been know to me for quite some time. I received the information from an informant in the government a few years back."

"And you were aware of the testings that were preformed in the Bases?"

"Yes, I was and am well aware of the happenings in the Bases. It has been going of for nearly fourteen years."

"And you let it go on?" John was angry now, if Xavier had acted upon this information then Rogue might have been spared the pain she felt, the embarrassment.

"I assure you I let nothing 'go on' I have no control over what these scientists do."

"No control? You had no control?! Damn it, Xavier, without acting you let hundreds if not thousands of mutants go though the pain and embarrassment that no one should feel!" He slammed his fists down on the table for emphasis, causing Xavier to jump in his seat.

"I cannot send in the X-men just to destroy a Testing Facility! It's unethical and completely against the goal I'm attempting to work for," replied the older man, getting angry himself.

"And experimenting on our brethren is ethical?!"

"We are not mercenaries, Mr. Allerdyce!"

"And you're not God, Xavier, you can't decided who's good enough to save!" Unable to stand the sight of the man before him, John turned quickly and all but stomped his way to the X-jet.

Xavier sat back into his wheelchair, and smoothed out his jacket to his three piece suit, suddenly reminded as to why he did not disperse information that was not need-to-know.

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Ororo flew the jet with Scott riding next to her. "Alright people, this is what going to happen. Storm, Beast and Pyro are going to head to the Record Office, I want all the files destroyed, it'll be like they never existed. While myself, Wolverine, Nightcrawler and Iceman head to the holding cells. We meet back at the top office at exactly twenty minutes after we go in. Avoid confrontation, if you can't then you may fight, but don't kill," he made it a point to look directly at Logan, "I don't want blood on our hands."

Get in was surprisingly easy, Scott melted a large circle in the side of the building and Logan barrel-rolled to push it down. The upper levels were full of scientists that were sent running outdoors when John set of the fire alarm and Bobby and Storm went around freezing the doors, entrances, and exits shut.

Logan's claws provided a good enough access code to get them into the elevator and sent to the designated level. They split into their two separate groups with fifteen minutes to complete their tasks.

Cyclops' group had it relatively easy, Wolverine could smell the soldiers and scientists before they got too close, Iceman would freeze them, Cyclops would blast open a close closet or office door, and Nightcrawler would 'port' them into it. While Beast's group had first encountered a single scientists. He was easily disposed of, and Hank donned his white coat, and lead Storm and Pyro away as if they were prisoners. This got them through just about every one, and if they were not followed Storm would merely call upon the winds and blow the men through an open door.

They got into the Record Room and Hank immediately took to the computer deleting files, Storm set a small fire to the paper files that John was dumping onto the ground. She continued to throw the files into the controlled fire as John went to lock the door.

When he closed it he found another door behind it. 'Dr. Alexander Teed' was written on the glass. Making John begin to think of it as the principal's office. It was unlocked and John pushed the door open easily. It was dark inside and John opted for that rather than turning on the light. He walked around the scantily decorated office, pausing briefly to sit in the plush high-back chair behind the desk.

He opened the drawers on either side and, after rifling through the files, set them on fire. He was about to leave when his eye caught three more files tucked safely beneath a pile of memos.

'Project: Sabertooth'

He raised an eyebrow as he flipped deftly though the small file. Mutation, expectation, history, genealogy, nothing important.

'Stryker's file: Magneto'

John wondered if his boss would like to know everything that Stryker knew about him. He felt almost guilty as he tapped the top of the file. He quickly closed it and shoved it off of the desk, along with Sabertooth's, into the fire built of the others.

'Project: Soldier X - Top Secret'

Hm, that sounded interesting. But when he opened it he was surprised to see, instead of papers, a small CD. With gloved fingers he held the disc at eye level. Deciding it wasn't worth his time he was about to snap the metallic disc in half he caught the picture that was hidden beneath.

Rogue's chocolate eyes stared back at him in a lifeless manner that was not usually reflected in photos.

Beneath the picture was a list of aliases:

Marie Creed

Mutant 37

Marie D'Acanto

Unit X

Rogue

Soldier X

But that was it, the only paper in the entire file.

With shaking fingers John looked back at the small disc, and pocketed it. With a final look of disgust he made the flame raise to lick to ceiling in a tempting manner. He stepped through the flames, without flinching and shut the door behind him.

"Hey, Mr. McCoy."

"Yes, my dear boy," the older man replied without looking up from computer.

"How many mutants do you think have gone through here?"

"There are on record almost nine hundred mutants."

John resumed helping Storm, "At nine hundred mutants for fourteen years, that's almost sixty mutants a year, right?"

"It would seem that Mr. Summer's math class was good for something, no?" came from Ororo, as she paused to look at him.

"I guess so, but if a mutant was numbered, let's say thirty seven, that would mean she, uh um, they were probably here like almost fourteen years ago, right?"

"I would say that it's more than probable." The man finally looked up, narrowing his eyes to look at the boy who had finally finished destroying all the records. "Why?"

John shrugged in an impassive manner, "Just curious." But despite his unemotional exterior his mind was working at a thousand miles an hour, Good God, she was four.

But his musings were cut short as Cyclops' voice wafted over the communicator, "We're done, we have Rogue and are heading to the rendezvous point."

"Scott, did you find Jean?"

There was a pause when time seemed to stand still, until Cyclops' voice replied, "No."

There was a crackle, and then the connection was cut off. They stood still for less than a second, the grief washing over them anew.

"Come, we must leave, Pyro can you put out the fire?"

"Sure." McCoy was the first out the door with Storm on his heels, John did not run out but turned to watch the fire build. He lowered his hands, causing the flames to do as he did. Then the door leading to Teed's office finally gave beneath the force of John's fire.

John gave into temptation, and with a wild cry, full of the anguish of knowing Rogue, his Rogue, had been here when she was merely four, gave way and the flames rose to demolish the room. He exited slowly, bringing the flames with him.

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Getting to the cells was the easy part, hell, even getting the cells open was easy. What with the combined powers of the four X-men getting the thirty odd cells open and the mutants out was cake. But there in lies the problem.

The thirty odd mutants that were the reasoning behind the Testing Facility. They looked like prisoners and saw their saviors for what they were, with so much as a thanks they took off down the corridors toward freedom. Logan was the one that found Rogue.

He stood outside her cell, fought back the rising bile in his throat at the over-powering smell of blood and pain. She was curled in a tight ball, in the back corner, not moving. He smelt death upon her, but not her own. And something else, something metallic, something Adamantium.

With a scream of pure fury he slashed the bars and hunched over the prone form of his adoptive daughter. She looked at him with hollow eyes, and a smile born of someone who's been through it all, "L-Logan?"

"Yeah, darlin' I'm right here," he'd never heard his voice so soft before, and he realized that it sounded choked up, like he was about to cry.

"You were right," she brought up her hands to reveal bleeding slits between her knuckles, "It hurts every time."

He took her hands into his, intent on giving her his mutation to heal, but nothing happened until Rogue tapped the collar that adorned her neck. With shaking fists Logan cut it off, and gathered the smaller girl into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Logan, I never knew."

Before he could ask what the hell she meant, she was unconscious in his arms, the slits on the back of her hand sealed up.

He walked out of the cell slowly, passed Bobby who only stared, and Logan could see the rage and fire that he only associated with the man he saw in the mirror.

Scott and Kurt walked to him together, concern mixed relief in the dark features of the German circus performer. The Canadian caught the eyes of Cyclops and dropped his head, he knew Scott's personal feelings were not for the brunette in his arms.

But for the red-head who's scent was not there, Logan looked up again and shook his head. Scott's fac seemed to fall into shadow as he pressed the communicator painfully to his ear. "We're done, we have Rogue and are heading to the rendezvous point."

Ororo's voice came back, the apprehension and relief mixed to give her accent a odd twinge, "Scott, did you find Jean?"

Scott broke down inside, and from the pain he felt Cyclops rose, "No."

He clicked it off in an automated fashion, and led the way back to the agreed meeting point.

Not half-way there Logan stopped, crouched down, and held Rogue tighter to his chest, "Teed," he growled out.

"Wolverine, we have no time."

"Wrong I have a score to settle," he looked at the girl in his arms, "For two of us."

"I'm going with you."

"Iceman, no." But it was too late, he looked into the icy eyes of the girl's boyfriend and he could see the heartbreak. See that if he was around her in this state much longer he'd break, and he could see the desire and determination to watch the man who did this wither in pain.

They then looked to their leader, who merely warned them to hurry, Kurt stepped forward and opened his arms to take the precious cargo.

Logan nodded and led Bobby to a hallway that split, "You go that way and I'll go this way, we'll cut him off." Bobby went with a nod, and didn't think twice to question the battle-scared mutant.

Cyclops and Nightcrawler took to running to the meeting point in which the others were already at. Rogue stirred in Kurt's arms as he neared the other three. John ran to meet them, promptly taking Rogue into his own arms. She blinked back into reality.

"Damn it, I died didn't I."

"Impossible, I sure as hell ain't no angel," he replied grinning down at her.

"Liar," she threw her arms around him, and he whole-heartedly returned the hug. The other four standing in the hall looked at them, not quite sure if this should be going on.

She pulled back, and looked at him, then looked at the other four, "Where's Logan? I-I saw him, I talked to him."

Storm, too, seemed to finally notice the missing members, "Where indeed, and Bobby, too."

"Bobby?" Rogue was now officially confused, John wrapped an arm her waist to help her stand, "Scott?"

"They went to look for Teed."

"And you let them?!" Rogue looked furious. "Scott how could yo–"

BOOM!

Rogue tirade was cut off by an explosion that came from the corridor the Storm's group had come from. "Come, we must be gone," Ororo all but pushed John and Rogue to the exit.

"But– "

"NO, now go," they were almost there when Rogue stopped, her strength had been building quickly due to her absorbed healing abilities, "Forgive me." She reached forward and touch Kurt briefly on the face. "But I need to save someone."

"Rogue! You can't control the fire! You'll die!" Why the hell was he arguing with her? Scot wondered momentarily.

"But I can," John stood strongly next to her, she smiled in a pained manner.

"You need to get out of here," Rogue told the remaining adults, the touching John on the shoulder, they were gone with a bamf.

There was another explosion that rattled the halls, "Although I am not one for leaving our comrades behind, I fear we will not make it out alive ourselves if we do not leave now."

"I agree."

"Scott!"

"We have to trust them, Ororo, that's all we have left." And even with a horror-stricken look the white-haired weather goddess, wordlessly followed him to the exit, a prayer on her mind.

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John wondered slightly if he should have asked Rogue where the hell they were going. They ended up in an empty room. In the middle of the room was a metal bed that rested on an incline, with metal cuffs for hands, feet and a head. Rogue walked opposite a one-way mirror, and to the wall with a thin line straight down.

John watched, unsure of what to do, as Rogue attempted to pry the doors apart with her bare fingers. He looked around and found a small cart with a remote control on it. Curious, hee picked it up and pressed a button. The doors Rogue had been attempting to open did so with a hiss.

Pyro dropped the control in surprise at the floating form of his former Biology teacher. There was a shink and John looked around for Wolverine, only to find himself and Rogue in the room.

Rogue with metal claws much like those of her 'father's'. He blinked, "What the hell did he do to you?!"

But his voice was lost as Rogue used her new weapons to cut an X in the glass, and watched it shatter. Jean's unconscious body leaned forward, still connected by the wiring.

John jumped forward to catch her as Rogue slashed the wiring, setting her free. John watched as Rogue's claws slid back into her hands smoothly, she cursed softly as she rubbed her knuckles, already healed. Rogue turned to him, apprehensive as to what his reaction would be.

He looked her in the eyes, as he shifted Jean's body to an easier position to carry, "Are you ok?"

She nodded and smiled, and suddenly fell to her knees, gripping at her stomach. "Bobby," sprang from her mouth and John felt as if he'd been hit with a bucket of ice water. "He-he's trapped."

"Come on, we have to help him," she nodded and placed a hand on Johns shoulder and 'ported him to another corridor, outside a similar door. Pyro realized that there was no remote for this one. Rogue slid her claws at and lashed out at the door. But they had little to no effect. He lost time as he watched her pound fruitlessly, every time the flame came into view John would glare at them until they retreated back a comfortable distance.

Jean was beginning to feel heavy in his arms and he again shifted her. Rogue was sitting on the floor, her forehead pressed against the cool metal of the door. John called to her, she looked asleep, but no matter what he yelled she wouldn't move. He couldn't go to her for he couldn't put Jean down, nor draw his attention far from the fires he was attempting to control.

I can't save him, and John can't stop the fires forever. Should I leave him and save John and Jean. And what about Logan, is he ok?

My God, you whine a hell of a lot.

Who are you, and what are you doing in my mind?

There was what sounded like a mental snort, Guess.

Oh yeah, Carol. She vaguely remembered absorbing the woman to death, and because she was such a strong presence, locking her up immediately. The self-healer, Michael, was more subdued and Rogue allowed him to walk around free.

Yeah, Carol. Free me and I'll help you get your precious boyfriend out.

How do I know you'll actually help?

It's either sit here and listen to you whine until you kill us both, or help you. Besides, what that hell else to I have to do?

Rogue slowly broke away the mental prison she'd built to house the more uncontrollable people she'd taken under. Carol psyche was strong and immediately fused itself to Rogue's. Untapped strength and an impenetrable desire to fly coursed it's way through Rogue's bloodstream.

Her eyes, now a deep brown flecked with blue and green, snapped open and her fingers dug deeply into the metal crack. She squeezed the metal beneath her fingers to create a handle and pulled with strength born of compromises. John looked at her, not sure what was going on, but knowing already that he'd follow the woman before him through hell and back.

He steeped through the doorway created by Rogue and surveyed to wreckage. Three soldiers all iced over, a turned over bed with a dead mutant trapped beneath it, a bullet between his eyes, the glass was shattered and a numerous amount of scientists and soldiers lay dead, each with an assorted amount of claw marks and frostbite.

Bobby was slouched against the wall, breathing with a sedative dart producing itself from his neck. A bullet hole in his shoulder dripped blood. Rogue ran to him with John's eyes on her, she knelt in front if him shaking his shoulder gently until he murmured her name, proving he was alive.

With a smile she picked him up like he weighed a little more than a pillow. "We have to find Logan before he does something stupid." John nodded, knowing he'd never been the one in control.

They found the man a little ways down the hall. With the front of Teed's coat bunched in his fists, the older looking man's back pressed against the wall, a good foot off the ground.

"Logan, NO!"

The man in question looked down the hall to see the girl he saved running toward him, with a man in her arms that should have been to heavy, quickly followed by another boy carrying a woman who should have been dead.

"Logan, please, he's not worth it, just put him down, and let's get out of here."

"After what he did to you!?" He looked back to the man he held at arms length, "After what he helped to do to me?!"

"Yes, Wolverine, kill me and let the secrets of your past die with me." Suddenly his desire to know of his past outweighed his desire to watch the man before him bleed and die.

"Logan, please, we have to get out of here."

"Go without me."

"No!"

"Damn it Rogue! Just go! Every thing I want is right here, in this SOB's head."

"Logan, there's more to your life than your past!"

"Give me one good reason to walk away."

"ME! The X-men!"

John stepped forward, "Because if you die, Scott wins by default."

Logan blinked, and turned his head slowly to look at Pyro. He knew, hell Logan was sure a lot of people knew, but Pyro knew, because he was in a similar situation. The kid was Logan, and Rogue was Jean, which left Scott to be played by Bobby.

And suddenly Logan knew. Why John's promise hod been so important, why he'd gotten Bobby to go the meeting. Why he was at the meeting. With a final growl, Logan threw Teed away, and took Jean from John, who looked fit to collapse.

John rubbed his now free hands together, and encased Teed in a circle of high flames.

Logan looked down at the woman in his arms, and began to notice the subtle similarities between her and the woman that was there not a half an hour ago. "Let's go home."

John paved a way through the flames to the exit.

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MY GOD! I'm so sorry it took so long! But I had the worst case of writers block, and I know that's it's not really the greatest excuse, but it's true.

So in the next chapter, you find out who Rogue ends up with, and right now John is in the lead. So if you're all hoping for Bobby, you'd better vote. Love ya lots, and thanks again.

Bazzer