A/N: Sorry for the huge... over a year ("Wow" *facepalm*) wait. As some of you might know, it's been crazy. I got a job that takes up a good amount of my time, my friend died, and work around the house has just been piling up until now, so I've had little time to get updates out there. Anyways, figured this was due for one. It's kinda long to make up for the wait. Enjoy.

"Hey. You alright?"

Keira looked at Logan as they waited for Bobby to open the door. "Huh?"

Logan poked her cheek. "You don't look so good. Were you having a nightmare or somethin'?"

Keira shrugged. "Guess you could say that… well… not really. More like a messed up version of déjà vu, you know?" she asked, then snorted. "I'm sure you don't." She raised an eyebrow when he raised his eyebrows, smirked, and looked away. "…What?"

"You're wrong." He stated simply before walking inside since Bobby had already made it to the front door and walked in, calling for his parents.

Keira didn't think much of it. She got out of the car, approached the house and motioned for Marie to go in before she stepped inside and looked around. It was nicer than the digs she had been in, and bigger than the temporary home she would see her aunt and Scott in every so often before she made her move to the mansion. "Whoa."

Bobby shrugged. "It's not much, but it's home."

Keira blinked. "Wait, you call this 'not much'?"

Bobby shrugged and smiled.

Marie looked at her. "Guess you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, huh?"

Keira shrugged and smiled in agreement, then sat down when Bobby pointed to the couch in the living room. Logan and John joined her, but Logan spotted the kitchen and had headed for the fridge within moments. Keira turned to John when she heard him flicking his lighter. "Look, I understand why you brought it, but put that thing away. You're in someone else's house now."

John looked at her, opened the lighter, then flipped it shut with a loud 'cling.' She glared, but dropped the issue, waiting for Bobby's parents to come.

"Exactly." Bobby deadpanned, shooting his own glare in John's direction. "Rogue, I'll see if I can get you some clothes. Keira, are you okay or do you want something?"

Keira looked down at what she had run out of the mansion in: A tank top and flannel pants. "Jeans would be nice, but if you can't come through there, whatever."

Bobby nodded and left, still calling for his parents and who Keira figured was his brother. He returned shortly after, handing Marie and outfit and Keira a pair of jeans. Bobby looked Keira up and down. "Not sure if they'll fit, but I found a pair. Here."

Keira took them. "Calling me fat, Bob-O?"

Bobby stared at her for a moment, then panicked. He started sputtering, looking for words that didn't come.

Keira laughed. "I'm kidding, hon. Thanks."

Bobby let out a nervous laugh, then relaxed.

Keira nodded. "Where's your bathroom so I can get these on?"

Bobby pointed down a hallway. "First door on your left."

"Thanks again." She made her way to her intended destination and swapped out the jeans for the pants. To her amusement, Bobby was right. They were fairly tight on her. However, she didn't want to give Bobby the benefit of knowing, so she slipped quickly into the kitchen to see what Logan was up to. She laughed, seeing him holding a beer.

"Logan! You've been here all of five minutes and you've already stolen from their fridge? Really?"

"I'm part alcoholic." Logan deadpanned.

"And part metal, and part wolf or wolverine, and part-"

"Shut up, kid."

"Fine."

Logan nodded, satisfied, then stopped suddenly and extended his claws… towards a cat.

"Logan!" Keira scurried over to try and put distance between the cat and mutant before Logan whacked it to make it go away. She relaxed when she saw Logan didn't seem to mind as the cat rubbed against his claws. They both turned when they heard the door open.

"Hey, Ronne, next time you-" A middle aged man came through the door, right into the kitchen, along with another teenager and a woman. He pushed passé dthe others to get between his family and the two mutants. "Who the Hell are you?" he demanded.

Keira looked at the stairs, where Bobby had gone a short time after she made it to the kitchen. "Bobby…!"

Bobby was already at the base of the stairs, making his way down quickly, even before she called. Like his father, Bobby made his way between his real family as well as surrogate family.

"Bobby? Aren't you supposed to be at school?" The woman, Bobby's mother, asked, just as Marie made it down the stairs.

His father didn't look thrilled. "Bobby, who is this guy?"

"Um… this is, professor Logan…" Bobby replied.

Logan didn't move or speak.

Keira stepped on his foot.

Logan glared at her, then glanced at the family. "…Hi…."

"There's something I need to tell you."

Keira shifted uncomfortably. She remembered Bobby had told her he didn't quite tell his family what the school was exactly for. Won't this be interesting.

As if time couldn't go any slower, a short time after the entire group had gone into the living room to discuss the mutant aspect of Xavier's school, John started up with the lighter again. Keira was tempted to leave from the arch she and Logan were under and smack the damn object out of his hands. It gave her something to do other than stand and listen, being that she knew the jeans were too small for her to sit down without ripping them somewhere.

"Would you cut that out?" Bobby's mother asked after a while.

Like he had with Keira, John just stared at her as he made the closing clicks louder.

Keira turned his attention to the other woman. "He does that."

"I see."

"You don't understand how we see this… we thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted…" Bobby's father cut in, sticking with the original subject.

"Bobby is gifted." Marie cut in.

"We know that, we just didn't realize-"

"We still love you, Bobby." His mother interrupted her husband. "It's just this mutant problem is a little-"

The mutants all tensed at the word, and Logan spoke for the first time. "What mutant problem?"

" Complicated." His mother finished.

Bobby's father turned his attention to Logan. "What exactly do you teach, Mr. Logan?"

"Art." Logan growled.

Keira grabbed his arm and gave it a squeeze, trying to get his attention away from the discussion, even a little. The least they needed was him getting pissed off.

Bobby's father caught the motion. "It seems a little… concerning, with your student there being… intimate."

Marie started to rise to back them up again, but it was Logan and Keira's turn to bite back.

"I'm his kid."

"She's my sister."

The two looked at each other quick. Two different responses. That went least it was a quick fix. "She's my kid sister." Logan replied.

Bobby's father looked between them. "you look a little too old to be the brother of her, don't you?"

Logan's upper lip twitched threateningly. "She's twenty. I'm thirty five. Fifteen years. Doesn't seem like much of a difference when our folks had me at eighteen." So what if that was a lie? It looks accurate.

"I thought the school was for kindergarten through twelfth grade, or is that incorrect to?"

"Students can stay to perfect their powers or learn to be a teacher." Bobby backed them up.

His mother studied Keira. "And what are your… mutations?"

"Out of sight, out of mind, as far as I'm concerned here." Keira replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Logan grunted in agreement.

Bobby's mother looked back at Bobby as she picked up her tea. "And yours?"

Bobby looked at everyone uncertainly before reaching over and touching the cup of tea she had. A few seconds later, the drink had frozen. Bobby shrugged. "I can do a lot more than that."

His mother flipped it upside down and dropped it. The cat jumped onto the table and began to lick what its master has passed up.

Ronny shuddered, then ran off.

Bobby's mother shuddered as well. "This is all my fault."

"That's it." Keira uncrossed her arms and exhaled, ready to give the woman a verbal piece of her mind, but Logan held her back. She shot him a warning look.

He raised his eyebrows. "You hold me back, I hold you back, sis."

Keira let out an annoyed groan, but relaxed.

John, who had chuckled at his companions' reactions, suddenly stopped. "Actually, it was found that males carries the mutant gene and passes it on, so it's his fault." He pointed at Bobby's father.

The next few moments passed in awkward silence. Glares as well as simple glances were passed around the room. Beeping broke the silence, and Logan mumbled something about the call being for him when he found it was the phone from the car.

Once Logan was gone, Bobby's mother scooted closer to her son. "Bobby, have you tried not being a mutant."

"Lady, we don't have a choice in the matter. Not always. This is as close to non-mutant as he can get right now." Keira replied, walking behind Bobby.

"I believe I was asking my son, not you." His mother shot back.

"She's right, though." Bobby pressed. "This is as close as I can get."

Bobby's mother went to retort and Keira was ready to counter, when Logan came back into the room, only to drag Keira out quickly, bringing her out onto the deck. "How far are the cops away, would you say?"

"Cops, what cops?"

"Shut up and check, Keir." Logan replied, jabbing his finger out towards the backyard.

Keira frowned in confusion, but went along with it anyway. A couple of seconds later, her eyes were gold and her pupils turned to slits. She looked around, then froze. "They're at least three hundred feet away, tops. Are they here for us?" She turned her eyes back to normal. Logan's silence was enough of an answer "We have to go." She replied, but in vain, being that Logan was dragging her back in already.

Logan addressed the other three mutants around. "We have to go. Now."

"Why?" Marie asked.

"Now!" Logan barked.

"Logan, what's wrong?"

Logan said nothing, but extended his claws and headed out the front door.

"Marie, cops are here." Keira replied for Logan, also heading out. "Someone sold us out."

Bobby looked at his family, then remembered who had run off a while ago. "Ronny…"

The mutants joined Logan, not at all expecting to be surrounded by cops when they did.

"Drop the knives and put your hands in the air."

The group just stared at them, then jumped and turned when they heard something glass break from inside.

"This is just a misunderstanding…" Logan tried to reason.

"Put the knives down!" the officer who had told Logan to do the same earlier repeated.

"I can't!" Logan replied, then slowly put his arm up, showing the claws were connected to skin. "Look." However, the action was apparently sorted under dangerous, because the officer shot him.

The girls let out a yelp when Logan's head snapped back and he collapsed. They both let out squeaks when they realized he had been shot in the head. What surprised them was that there wasn't much blood, probably having to do with the adamantium covering his bones.

After a couple of moments of staring at Logan, the officer pointed his gun at the teens. "Alright, the rest of you, on the ground now."

Bobby, Keira and Marie exchanged looks before lowering themselves slowly. John didn't move.

"I said on the ground!"

"We don't wanna hurt you, kid." A female officer on the other side of the deck added.

After a few moments, Keira flinched, hearing the lighter open. Here we go. He's gonna get us all killed.

"You know all the dangerous mutants you hear about on the news?… I'm thw worst one."

A moment later, the others felt a strong rush of heat. When it stopped briefly, they looked up just in time to see John blasting the police with fire. When he got two oncoming patrol cars, Keira looked at Marie. "Touch him! Stop him!"

"Can't you?" Marie replied.

"I can make fire, not take it away. Come on, drain him."

After a moment of decision, Marie nodded. "Move so I don't get you."

Keira pulled back slowly and Marie reached over, gripping John's ankle.

After a few moments, John collapsed and most of the fire subsided. Another few seconds passed, and Logan stirred, while the X-Jet came into view. As It landed, Keira helped Logan to his feet. "You okay?"

Logan looked at her. "You're joking, right?" He led the way to the plane, but not before stopping to stare at the cop who had delivered what would've been the fatal shot, had he not had the healing factor, keeping him from shooting one of the teens.

Once they were onboard, Keira made her way over to John, not at all hesitating to land a hard punch across his jaw that knocked John back against the wall. "Your ego happy now? You proud you could've gotten us all killed! I would say burn in Hell, but you'd probably enjoy it! Screw you, asshole! Do that when you're alone so you're the only one in danger!" She went to attack John again, but Jean ran over and grabbed her from behind, trying to calm her down. It took her a good minute to do so.

John looked at Logan for support.

Logan smirked. "Your lucky she's doing it and not me, pal." Satisfied that someone had dished out at least a fraction of the punishment that he wanted to deal John, Logan sat down in one of the seats, looking at the new, navy blue addition on the plane. "Who's this?"

"I am Kurt Wagner, but in the Munich Circus I was known as the Incredible Nightcrawler!"

"Yeah, save it." Logan replied. "Storm."

"We're outta here. Everyone belted in?"

Keira made her way to the seat in front of Kurt and beside Logan, but not before 'accidentally' elbowing John in the back of the head. "Yeah, looks like."

Shortly after, Ororo spoke up. "I've got two signals approaching. Coming in fast."

Another few seconds passed, and a pilot's voice came into the comm., ordering them to land and only gave them ten seconds to comply.

"Wow, someone's angry." Ororo murmured.

"I wonder why." Logan replied, looking back at John.

Two fighter jets came into view. They all figured it was them that had been contacting them. After another couple of warnings, they fell back. However, it didn't last long, because there was suddenly more constant beeping that came from the computer on the plane.

"They're gonna fire."

"Shit." Keira mumbled. "As if this day couldn't get worse."