Chance For Reunions

Where Have You Been?

Waiting was always far easier said than done for most of Xavier's residents. And waiting while they were anxious to hear what had happened with the little Howlett family was not something they were built for. Jubilee kept munching on Twizzlers and couldn't sit in one spot for longer than five minutes, while Kurt's foot was jiggling and his tail was twitching. Natasha had settled into a corner and was perfectly still, but anyone that got within twenty feet of her could see that she was poised to move in an instant. And Scott was pacing.

So when Rachel projected that all was well to the four of them, it was almost like they didn't know what to do with the information. "What do you mean — where are they?" Scott asked with a frown.

"That's what I need Kurt for," Rachel said. "I can see the image, but I don't know where it is."

The other three glanced at Kurt, who frowned and then teleported quickly down to join Rachel. But when he recognized the cottage that Rachel was seeing, he let out a frustrated noise. "But... I have already been there... They were long gone..."

"Well, that's where they are now," Rachel replied. "She woke up in Logan's arms."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief before he shifted into simply looking mad. "Those two..." he muttered under his breath before he turned to Rachel. "They're back where they are supposed to be. I'll just be another moment," he said before he simply teleported to the cottage.

As soon as he arrived, in the middle of their kitchen, he found Logan and threw up both of his hands. "You scared me half to death!" he accused his old friend.

"What are you talking about?" Logan asked with a frown as he watched Kurt fume.

"I came by earlier, and you were gone, Logan. I thought something had happened! I thought..." He threw up his hands again as he paced a small path and then spun to face Logan. "We thought we were going to have to raid Weapon X to get you back!"

"We stepped outside for a few minutes," Logan replied. "I didn't realize we were on full house arrest."

"You were gone far longer than that," Kurt accused him. "The fire was cold, there were no tracks — Logan, I looked everywhere. Where were you?"

"Out."

Kurt's tail switched angrily behind him. "Logan, we thought... how are we supposed to know if you've been taken or if something has happened?"

"Not really your problem," Logan half growled out.

"Isn't it?" Kurt returned. "I promised you I'd get Elin out if you needed help!"

Before it could get more heated, K slipped in between the two men and put a hand on both of their chests. "Okay, hold up," she said, glancing between both of them. "This is not a perfect system." She turned to Kurt and let out a little breath. "We can't stay here forever. We've about run out of time for this spot. That's number one."

Kurt turned to her and nodded once, with a small frown. "Then let me take you to the next location — it will keep them from being able to track you, and it will help the rest of us not to have a heart attack thinking the worst has happened."

She looked to Logan, who took a moment to take a breath before he nodded. "Fine. I don't want to stay here more than a few more days," she told him. "But number two — you can't expect us to just stay in any house forever. And we can't exactly leave a note on the counter 'just in case' because someone else could pick it up, ja?"

Kurt let out a bit of a breath but nodded. "Then... we will need to set up something else. A signal of some sort."

"And what can you set up that won't be traceable?" She asked. "Can't use a phone. The comm is off unless we need it. Ideas? If they're monitoring you, any contact will give us away."