Everything was in ruins. The sentinel was blasting at us and the team had scattered. Peter, also called Colossus, grabbed Rogue and I, using his mutation to cover himself, Rogue, and I in metal just as some shrapnel his us. After the metal was removed, I saw Logan standing there as if nothing was happening, just as a huge explosion went off behind him.

"Whole world going to Hell, you just going to sit there? Let's go." I rolled my eyes and held out my hand for him to help me up as we got back into the game.

As we were running I saw bobby and Kitty. I glared. Bobby was toying with Rogue's heart, and it was pissing me off. So, as Logan was trying to light his cigar off of some car on fire, and marched up to the couple and slapped Bobby on the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?" he cried, flinching.

"Man up, get a clue, and concentrate" I ordered, completely ignoring Kitty, who I usually liked, before storming back towards everyone else, leaving a confused Bobby and guilty Kitty behind me.

"It's getting closer" Rogue called as we could see the optics of the sentinel. "Come on, let's keep moving" Storm called. No one moved. I saw Logan smirk and knew this wasn't going to be good.

"Hey Tinman" I was extremely glad that Peter didn't mind Logan's derogatory nicknames, and that he and Logan and I actually got along well, because Peter could beat the crap out of Logan if he wanted to. Or he could at least hold his own against Logan. "Come here"

Peter grinned and ran over to Logan. "How's your throwing arm?" Logan asked, extending his claws. "Logan, we work as a team" Storm called fruitlessly. "Good luck with that. Throw me" he told Peter. "Now"

"Damn it Logan, don't do this!" Storm yelled, but it was too late for her.

"Enough!"

Logan topped moving in mid-air and everyone else found that their feet were stuck to the ground. They all looked up and saw me, because I was in the air, hand out, stopping everyone. "Sorry Storm, but I think it's time this session was over" She nodded sadly at me and I used my powers to turn the sentinel to dust before dropping Logan unceremoniously to the ground, not being gentle at all.

Storm shook her head as everything in the danger Room disappeared and everyone headed out. "Class dismissed" she sighed. I shook my head at Logan as he gave me a what did I do? look.

"What the Hell was that?' I hissed at him, making sure everyone else was in front of us as we argued.

"Danger Room session" Logan stated flatly.

"You know what I mean, Logan. I love you, but if you keep this crap up we won't be teaching these kids anything, and they'll die out there!" My voice had gotten slightly louder. Logan looked a little sheepish, and I sighed.

"Look, I get that it worked out for the best right now, but you need to realize that you are keeping us from teaching these kids skills they need to protect themselves. Not everyone is made of indestructible metal like you and Peter, and nobody else can come back to life like you can. We die"

I hated making Logan feel guilty, but he needed to realize that things were getting serious.

Logan dropped his angry expression and wrapped his arms around me. "I'm sorry" I smiled at the rare apology. Logan never apologized to people, but it seemed like I was an exception to that rule. "You look tired" he told me, locking his arms around me and kissing me quickly on the nose.

"I took over most of Jean's classes, as well as expanding my own, and I've been working with the Professor" I told him, yawning. It felt like I wasn't getting enough sleep anymore, but it was worth it.

"You need to take a nap. Get some rest. I'm sure Chuck would agree with me" Logan said, releasing me and guiding me to the elevator with one hand at the small of my back.

"I will get some rest, eventually. If it makes you feel any better, I don't have any more classes today. After I check on Scott I'll take a nap" I promised. Logan growled slightly. "Why are you so protective of scooter?" he asked as the elevator doors closed.

"I kinda feel like it's my fault Jean's gone. He would still have his wife if I hadn't let her keep me in the jet" I told him. Logan growled again. "Jean's death was not your fault, no matter what anyone says" he told me firmly.

"I know. But knowing and feeling are two different things. I'm working on it" I told him, pulling away as the elevator doors opened again. 'check on rogue, please? I think she and Bobby are hitting a rough patch, and I'm worried about her" Logan nodded and I kissed him before walking away.

"Love you" he called out loudly from down the hall, making everyone look at us and making me blush. "Love you too I called.

"Scott?" I called, knocking softly on his door. I opened it slowly. "Can I come in"

"Sure" I heard him say, almost so softly I didn't hear it at all. I stepped all the way into his room and saw him hunched over on his bed. "Oh Scott. I wish I could make you feel better" I sighed, a few tears running down my face at the sight of the broken man. I wrapped an arm around him and Scoot laid his head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for blaming you" Scoot apologized softly, referring to the first two months after Jean's death when he placed all the blame on me. I had almost killed myself from grief and guilt. I would have if it weren't for Kurt. He had spent an hour every day sitting with me, sometimes talking, sometimes just sitting there. It had really helped. I missed him, but he had gone off to find him family from the Munich Circus before he had been taken.

"I don't blame you. I still blame myself a bit" I told him. Scott looked up and peered at my face. "You look tired" he told me, making me laugh a little. "What?"

"You and Logan. He said that to me not ten minutes ago. I already promised after I visited you I was going to go take a nap. Is that alright with you, Mr. I'm-in-control?" we both chuckled softly at the nickname. "Go" he said, pushing me softly away from him. "Go take a nap. I hope you feel better, Paige"

"Same" I told him before leaving his room quietly. I had a feeling I wouldn't see Scott again for a while.

It was a short walk back to my room and the only thing I did before sliding under the covers was slip out of my X-Men uniform and into some comfortable sweats. Then I was in a deep sleep for the rest of the day.


3rd POV

When an individual acquired great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything. Will it be used for the greater good or will it be used for personal or destructive ends? Now this is a question we must all ask ourselves. Why? Because we are mutants. For Psychics this presents a particular problem. When is it acceptable to use our powers and when do we cross that invisible line that turns us into tyrants over our fellow man?

The Professor remembered why he had originally written this speech, after hearing Paige's and Jean's concerns about their powers. He could feel Paige slumbering, the first deep sleep she had in a long time, and found himself thankful that he had convinced Logan to stick around and help.

The Professor looked to see the weather changing. Storm had been a slight problem lately. The usually down-to-earth woman was no longer so patient and kind and caring, but angry and impatient. Charles was saddened by the changes in his original students. He felt rather lonely, surrounded by so much death and destruction and anger. But, as Ororo wheeled him into his office, he found a dear friend that had not changed waiting for him.

"Hank!"

The giant blue man turned and smiled. "Ororo! Charles!" Ororo ran up and gave the man a hug. "I love what you've done with your hair!" she raved, pulling back. "You too" he told her, making the somber woman smile.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice" Hank smiled at his old friend as he shook his hand.

"Henry, you are always welcome here. You're a part of this place" Charles assured him. "I have news" Hank said gravely, the cheerful atmosphere gone.

"Is it Erik?" Charles asked fearfully.

"No, though we have been making progress on that front. Mystique was recently apprehended" Hank explained. "Who's the furball?" the three turned to see Logan leaning against the doorframe.

"Hank McCoy. Secretary of Mutant Affairs" Hank replied stiffly, not entirely sure how to react to the man.

"Right, right, a secretary. Nice suit" Logan looked the mutant up and down as he walked to Charles' side. "Henry, this is Logan. He's-"

"Wolverine" Hank interrupted. "I hear your quiet an animal, though recently tamed" Hank smirked. Logan arches his eyebrows. "Look who's talking" he purposefully left out Paige. "You know Magneto's going to come get Mystique, right?" Ororo told the group, changing the subject.

"Magneto's not the problem. At least, not our most pressing one" Hank said gravely. "A major pharmaceutical company has developed a mutant antibody. A way to surpass the mutant x-gene"

"Suppress?" Logan asked.

"Permanently" Hank explained. "They're calling it a cure"

"Well that's ridiculous" Ororo said angrily. 'You can't cure being a mutant" Hank shook his head. "Well, scientifically speaking-" But Ororo wouldn't let him finish. "Since when did we become a disease?"

"Storm" Charles interrupted her. "They're announcing it now"


After watching announcement, they all sat around. "Who would want this cure?" Ororo asked angrily. "I mean what kind of coward would take it just to fit in?"

"Is it cowardice to save oneself from persecution?" Hank asked her sincerely. "Not all of us can fit in so easily. You don't shed on the furniture"

Charles and Logan both laughed, and filed that line away in their mind to tell Paige later. "Well, for all we know, the government helped cook this up" Logan spat. Hank turned on him. "I can assure you the government had nothing to do with this"

Logan's eyebrows arched again. "I've heard that before" He told the mutant, remembering the attack on the school, and what they had lost because of it.

"My boy, I have been fighting for mutant rights since before you had claws" Hanks statement would have had more of an impact if Logan didn't know that he had lives for a very, very long time, even if he didn't have his memories. "Did he just call me boy?"

That conversation stopped when Rogue walking into the Professor's office. "Is it true?" she asked, the hope clear in her voice. "They can cure us?"

Charles reluctantly answered, "Yes Rogue, it appears to be true."

"No, Professor" Ororo said sincerely. "They can't cure us. You wanna know why. Cause there's nothing to cure. Nothing's wrong with you, or any of us for that matter"

Suddenly, Paige came running in, still in sweats, her expression frantic. "Professor!" She cried, almost collapsing if it weren't for Logan, who had quickly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend.

"Professor, did you feel it?" It seemed like Paige was possessed. "Paige? Honey, what's wrong?" Logan asked her, pushing her hair out of her face. Her eyes were clouded over.

"Professor, did you feel it. Please, tell me you felt it. It was…it was… it was horrible. So much power. Tell me you felt it. Professor, what's happening?" Paige slumped over, out cold. 'What was that?" Rogue asked, running over to her sister, running a hand through her hair.

"Charles?" The Professor looked at Hank. "Hank, this would be Paige, a student of mine. She is a teacher here, and has a very terrible girl. She has control over molecules, and because of this, can sense changes in balance. Because her power is so weak, there is only one presence she can sense. If my theory is correct, this 'mutant cure' is the least of our worries" Charles explained.

Almost immediately there was such a huge telepathic backlash that every single mutant felt it. "What was that?" Ororo asked. Charles shook his head. "I was correct. Get to Alkali Lake" Logan went to pick up Paige but Charles stopped him. 'Leave her here. Taking her with you might do more harm than good, I fear"

Logan reluctantly released Paige and left with Storm. Hank hunched over Paige. "She's fine, just sleeping off the shock" he assured the young girl clutching at her sister. He slowly stood. "Sadly, I must leave. Least of our worries or not, this mutant cure fiasco must be kept on top of"

Hank left, and Rogue moved her sister to the couch. "I'll watch over her. Go to class, Rogue. I'll call you when she awakes" Rogue slowly nodded and walked away.