Logan woke up the next morning to the sound of Regan crying. The whimpering, no matter how soft she tried to keep it, reached his ears. He snapped his head up. He sat up in the bed, and looked at her bed, across the hotel room. She had her head buried in her pillow and was crying, and calling Jubilee¡¦s name. He got up and went over to her bed, and put his hand on her shoulder.

¡¦Darlin¡¦, you ok?¡¦

Regan looked at him with her rainbow eyes, filled with tears. ¡¦I¡¦m just scared.¡¦ She ran her hand through her sleep-tossed hair and wiped her eyes on her pajama shirt. ¡¦What if we don¡¦t reach her in time? I knew we shouldn¡¦t have stopped at this hotel.¡¦

Logan smiled warmly. ¡¦Darlin¡¦, you almost fell off my bike last night. You can¡¦t sleep on the back of a motorcycle.¡¦

Regan laughed through her tears. ¡¦Well, since we¡¦re both up, let¡¦s get going. We¡¦re only about ten minutes from her.¡¦ She then was hit with an idea. ¡¦Logan, you can always let me go in and get her. After all, if you go in there, then my broth- I mean, Creed, will have accomplished using her as bait. He won¡¦t expect me to go-¡¦ Her words were cut off by Logan putting his fingers on her mouth.

¡¦Darlin¡¦, I appreciate the thought, but there¡¦s no need in just you going in there. No need in hogging all the fun, eh?¡¦ Logan couldn¡¦t get over how beautiful she was. ¡¦Now, you go on and get dressed, and I¡¦ll go get us something to eat.¡¦ He put on a pair of pants and a shirt and left the room.

***

Jubilee awoke to someone carrying her down a hallway. She opened her eyes just enough to see that it was Creed. He was muttering something. She caught the words ¡¦runt¡¦, ¡¦frail¡¦, ¡¦close¡¦, ¡¦get ready¡¦. She felt a ray of hope. Maybe Wolvie and Regan were on their way to rescue her. Her smile then fell. But Creed would be sure to use that damn inhibitor on Logan and Regan. She had to think of something. She closed her eyes as she felt Creed starting to put her down.

Creed set her down on a table and prepared everything for the runt and his ¡¦darling little sister¡¦. He began to look for bonds to tie down the little firecracker frail he had laying on the table, when he suddenly noticed her eyes snapped wide open. Before he could even utter ¡¦What the Hell?¡¦ She was off the table and running for the giant inhibitor. He smiled. She WAS fast for a frail.

Jubilee ran toward the inhibitor. Maybe if she could just beat the shit out of it before Creed got a hold of her, Wolvie and Regan would have a chance. With her one good hand, she began to push buttons. She then kicked the control panel in, reached inside, and proceeded to rip the wires apart. Behind her, she heard Creed¡¦s infuriated scream and braced herself for the pain. What did happen was far worse than any pain. She was aware of a blinding sensation in her skull. It was almost as if her brain was being ripped apart. She screamed, dropping to her knees and grabbing her head. She managed to look at Creed and saw him holding a control panel, twisting the knobs. Before she passed out, she looked Creed in the eye, and muttered, ¡¦Fuck you, Creed.¡¦ Then, all was black.

***

Logan, armed with a box of donuts and some chocolate milk, felt around in his pocket for the keys. Damn. They weren¡¦t in there. He hoped that Regan was out of the shower. He knocked on the door and waited but there was no answer. Women and their showers, he thought. Took too damn long. Suddenly, he smelled something was wrong. He knocked on the door again.

¡¦Regan?¡¦ No answer. ¡¦Regan???¡¦ Silence answered him. ¡¦REGAN?!?!?!¡¦ A deadly silence was all he got. He dropped the donuts and milk and kicked the door in. What he saw almost stopped his heart.

Regan lay on the floor, her face covered in blood. Her hair, still damp from her shower, was still tucked in the collar of her yellow shirt. Her legs were twisted at an unusual angle. It was almost like staring at two rubber legs clad in black pants. Logan felt his breath stop. He couldn¡¦t hear her breathing. He ran across the room, picking her up and laying her on the bed. He began to pound her chest with his fists.

¡¦C¡¦mon, Regan! BREATHE!!!¡¦ He stopped pounding as she began to violently cough.

Her eyes opened and she looked confused. ¡¦L-Logan? Is that you?¡¦ She winced and touched her head.

¡¦Don¡¦t talk, Darlin¡¦. What happened?¡¦ he asked, wiping the blood off her face. He traced the source to her nose. ¡¦You scared this old guy.¡¦

Regan felt her chest tightening. She had to tell Logan about her condition. Sighing, she opened her mouth and began to tell him what Beast had told her. About her tumor, her powers accelerating it, and how she had to keep her powers to a minimum. During all of this, Logan just sat across from her, unbelieving. Finally he opened his mouth, and his voice was uncertain.

¡¦You mean, every time you communicate with Jubilee, or when you use your powers, like when you picked me up, it¡¦s killin¡¦ ya?¡¦

Regan nodded. ¡¦Dr. McCoy says he can operate on it, and I¡¦m gonna let him......after we get Jubilee.¡¦

Logan looked into her eyes. ¡¦But...why wait? I can handle Creed. Always have.¡¦

Regan looked at him as if he was a child. ¡¦Because, I promised Jubilee I¡¦d return. And what kinda friend would I be if I broke it?¡¦

Logan smiled. ¡¦Not a good one, kid. Not a good one at all.¡¦ He hugged her tightly and got off the bed. ¡¦Now, shall we go kick some ass?¡¦

Regan smiled and got up. ¡¦But of course.¡¦

END OF PART 3

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