Love That Burns

thirteen

When you and Logan went back inside, you found out that Jean had tried to use Cerebro after finding out that Charles had been poisoned. She ended up finding out where Magneto had taken Rogue, but it had taken a good deal of strength from her. The team gathered in the briefing room to come up with a plan. You had noticed that Logan was sticking close to you, not close enough to touch, but close enough that you knew he was there. You were all surrounding the pin table, allowing Scott to take the lead and use the table to show information.

"Magneto is here," Scott said as the table changed to show the location. "Liberty Island. Presumably his objective is to mutate the world leaders at the U.N. Summit on Ellis Island."

"He doesn't know his machine kills," Ororo said, "and judging from what the Professor saw, if Magneto gave Rogue enough power—"

"He could wipe out everyone in New York City," Jean finished.

"All right," Scott said, "we can insert here at the George Washington Bridge. Come around the bank, just off of Manhattan. We land on the far side of Liberty Island. Here."

"What about harbor patrol?" Logan asked. "Radar?"

"Magneto would have already dealt with most of the harbor control," you replied. "Besides, if they have anything that can pick up our jet, they deserve to catch us."

"Suit up," Scott ordered. "I want to be in the sky in ten."

You headed out to grab your suit, with Logan following. He had left his suit on the floor when the two of you found Charles. You stripped yourself of your clothes, leaving you in shorts and a sports bra, before pulling the suit on. Logan stepped around the corner in his suit as you pulled the leather up.

"Here," he mumbled, coming closer.

He carefully unfolded some of the leather and zipped up the back of your suit. You inhaled sharply as Logan's fingers grazed your skin.

"Thanks," you told him.

Logan gave you a nod before following you to the jet. He zipped up the front of his suit as he sat down and tugged at the collar before slipping gloves over his hands. You could tell that this whole situation was uncomfortable to him.

"You actually go outside in these things?" He wondered.

"What would you prefer?" Scott retorted, as he prepared the jet for take off. "Yellow spandex?"

Logan gave you an unamused look with you giving him a small smile in return. The engines revved and Scott began to fly the jet.

"Whoa!" Logan exclaimed, closing his eyes briefly.

Remembering Logan's thoughts on flying, you reached across the small isle, holding out your hand. He looked at it before shaking his head. You hated how your heart ached at the rejection. As you began to pull your hand away, the jet jostled and Logan quickly took ahold of your hand. You gave his hand a simple squeeze in acknowledgement, trying not to make a big deal out of it for both his sake and your heart's.

The flight was short and before you knew it, the jet was above New York City. Logan let go of your hand and released his claws, causing them to form openings in the leather gloves he had on.

"There's the bridge," Scott stated. "I"m takin' her down. Storm, some cover, please."

Storm's eyes went white and fog filled the sky. Scott flew over to Liberty Island and hand the jet land in the water with a thud.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"You call that a landing?" Asked Logan.

"Let's please save the fighting boys," you said as you got up and opened the top of the jet.