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"Get your hand offa me Summers, or your going to lose it." Wolverine growled fiercely.

In the Westchester mansion, a conflict has been brewing for days. Now, as most of the X-Men stand in the main entryway of the mansion, it has erupted.

"Forget it Logan, we can't have any loose cannons running off before what we know what the situation is." Cyclops retorted.

"The situation is that Charlie is being held somewhere, and we're not doin' a damn thing about it! How long has it been since we saw him last? He's in trouble, and I'm gonna get him." Logan said, a wild look in his eye.

"I said it before, I'll say it again. The Professor left by his own free will, not to mention he was accompanied by Val Cooper. If anything unusual had happened, she would have let us know." Scott said as evenly as he could.

"You sure about that? Last time we saw her, we didn't treat her with too much respect." Logan snapped.

"Logan..." Scott started.

"I agree with him." Bishop spoke up. "If nothing was wrong, the Professor would have contacted us by now. It is imperative that we find out what is going on."

"Now Bishop, listen..." Scott began.

"Oui. 's been too long, we'd a heard fr'm Xavier by now." Gambit interrupted.

Scott's face started becoming red in frustration. "Now listen here. We're not about to go start a manhunt right now. Not when there's so much anti-mutant hysteria in the country right now."

"Says who, you? Bishop, me, and the Cajun say differently. Personally, I don't care if you come or not. But we're doing this." Logan turned to address the entire team. "Anybody else that wants to go find Chuck, is more than welcome to join us."

Scott looked at the faces of his teammates, seeing the struggle within each of them, as they tried to decide what path they would choose. This is exactly what he had hoped wouldn't happen. A division of the team could be disastrous. He needed advice, the advice of his wife and teammate, through their psychic rapport. **Jean? What do you think I should do? We can't have the team spilt up like this. You know how they feel, what's the best way to get them to turn him down?**

**Scott, these are grown people, and you have to let them choose what path they want to take. The same way that we let Charles choose when he left.** Jean replied.

Scott sighed. She was right. As always. Man, did he hate that. He waited for someone to speak up as to their decision. Logan wasn't so patient.

"Well, whattaya think? Hank?" the Canadian asked.

"Unfortunately, I am afraid to say that I cannot separate myself from my work on Legacy. No matter the outcome of this issue, stopping this virus is all-important," the Beast replied.

"Betts?"

"I'm in. Definitely." A gleam in Psylocke's eye told everyone in the room that there had never been any doubt.

Logan nodded. They went around the room, until every X-Man had spoken. Rogue and Joseph joined Logan's group. Storm, Iceman, Cannonball, Angel, Cyclops, Jean and Beast chose to remain behind.

*Dat's jus' great. Rogue and Joseph. Now I gotta watch those two bein' all over one anot'er this whole mission. Like we need Mags or somethin'.* Gambit fumed to himself.

A couple of hours later, Psylocke entered a room in the mansion, the one where her lover had been hiding, ever since declining to go on the mission. She knocked quietly on the door. "Warren it's me, dear."

"C'mon in, Betsy." Warren sat on the edge of the bed, looking dejected. She sat down next to him on the bed, putting an arm around him. Betsy wasn't sure what to say. She never was very good at easing into a conversation, so she decided to just ask the question outright.

She looked him. "Warren? Why aren't you coming?" she asked puzzled.

"Betts, you know that I want to, desperately. But I... I can't. Getting my original wings back has messed me up lately. For so long, I've been used to those metal atrocities that Apocalypse forced upon me. Now... I'm not used to these wings yet. If we were to find ourselves in battle, I would only be in the way. I can only think that when the time came for me to do something, I'd be trying to fire darts from metal wings, and find that nothing happens. I have to get my head straight before I can attempt anything like this," he confided to her quietly.

She looked into his mind, and knew what he said was true. The only thing that she could do was accept this, no matter how painful it would be to be apart from him, and give him time. "Very well darling. I'll see you when we get back." She stood and kissed him on the forehead, then left the room.

She went downstairs, and made her way to the hangar, where her team was ready to go. Logan stood in the center of the group, smoking one of his cigars, with Bishop immediately behind him. Gambit lounged against the landing gear of the Blackbird, while Rogue and Joseph stood off to the side, absorbed in a quiet conversation. All eyes turned to look at her. She looked straight to Logan. "I'm ready. Let's do this."

Logan's lips formed a grim smile around the cigar. Behind him, Bishop was much less reserved. Spreading across his face was a grin that said that he had been confined to the mansion for far too long.

"Well, mes amis, how 'bout we go find us a prof?" Gambit said nonchalantly.

"Let's move out." Logan said.

Scott and Jean observed from across the hangar, as Logan's group loaded the Blackbird. Hand in hand, they watched as their friends prepared for the possibility of an unknown enemy. Or perhaps worse, a known one.

**This is a mistake Jean,** Scott thought to his wife.

**There's nothing you can do about it, dear. Unless you join them.** She replied, already knowing her husband's answer.

**I can't. If I were to give in, it would be displaying a lack of confidence in both my decision and their abilities. It could be worse for team unity, than if I disabled the Blackbird, and forbade them to go,** Scott thought.

**I know, dear. You just have to cross your fingers, and hope that nothing is wrong with Charles.** Jean tried to reassure him.

**This is a mistake,** was all he responded.