The atmosphere was more than heavy within the cabin, Logan, now the jet had levelled took to taking his jacket off and left it hanging over the armrest of his chair. He was far from ready for whatever these two were about to dish out to each other; he had seen enough, it was usually always a battle of words with them, both were too similar and too clever sometimes for their own good. It was more than easy to see how they were friends; they clearly had a lot of similarities. The fact that Charles never gave up on Erik says it all, even Alethea had told Logan that Erik was good deep down; Logan wasn't sure, he'd been flung around by the man too often to count, if it meant looking out for himself, Logan was sure Erik could be good.

No matter the time, the timeline, the reality, Logan was rather sure him and Erik were never meant to be friends. There were surely fixed points that were always destined to happen, crossing paths with Erik was very well always present, and they were always on different sides.

Shaking his head slowly, he raised an eyebrow when Alethea's eyes flicked awkwardly up at him. Even she could sense that behind her was something, she just didn't know that something was Charles looking beyond livid at Erik, and Erik seemingly more than comfortable on the sofa; truly, he looked like he hadn't just been busted out of jail. He had changed and seemed comfortable with the clothes Alethea gave him, his long legs were stretched out into the aisle, seemingly not caring if Logan or Alethea needed or wanted to go see Hank or sit up near Charles that they'd have to climb over his legs. His arms were stretched along the back of the sofa, and he honestly just seemed either ignorant to the looks Charles was sending his way, or he was preparing for whatever Charles would shoot his way.

Regardless, Logan turned to his jacket and sought to finding one of his cigars. It had been a rough time, he needed something to detox from this, smoking was as far removed as detoxing as possible, but Logan really needed something. Though in saying that, his eyes flicked to the side, there was a small kitchenette area, mini-bar included, raising an eyebrow and sitting back in his chair, he turned the cigar over in his hands thoughtfully. Perhaps having a little look at what was provided also wouldn't hurt.

Feeling something nudge his shin, Logan frowned suddenly at Alethea, she just raised an eyebrow too. His thoughtfully blank face while turning his cigar over was disconcerting to her; more so to the fact that he was totally eyeballing the mini-bar. She doubted he was like drunk Charles, but she needed someone present who had their wits about them to try and keep things under control. Hank could only do so much, being the pilot of the jet and all. Charles was always going to lose his cool the moment Erik was before him, and Erik pushed all the wrong buttons at the best of times, even she was waiting for an argument to kick off. She couldn't defuse that alone, she'd rather Logan not start raiding the bar, at least not yet. Let them have their moment first, then he could drink, by all means.

Logan just stared at her, not wholly appreciating her kicking him in the leg, not that it hurt, but it got his attention back to the present, honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent alcoholic drink, the future was void of most things. Alethea flicked a page of her paper with a pointed look at him before slowly nodding her head backwards, Logan tapped the cigar in his palm and leaned forwards, she was still resting her arms on the table and watched him draw close.

"This won't be pretty," Alethea said beating Logan to it, she watched him open his mouth to speak before nodding slowly, he couldn't disagree with her words. She turned hesitantly and looked around her chair, snapping back forwards again, her expression was wide eyed and concerned as she looked at Logan worriedly. "Do they argue a lot in your time?"

He didn't know how to answer that, it was a battle of wits with them, sure. But also, both did have their own teams which constantly fought, that just bought Logan back to many memories of being thrown about like Erik's personal stress ball. Alethea's eyes widened at the fact that his expression turned extremely grim. Logan's eyes widened, she clearly took that as a yes, but also it was worse than she thought. He went to try and explain but stopped when Erik finally spoke, someone had to break the silence and the man could clearly hear them two whispering about, well, Alethea more so as Logan hadn't spoken yet.

"How did you lose them?" Erik asked, his tone sounded offhanded, casual at best though he did look sidelong at Charles. He was interested as to why and how Charles's powers had gone missing. Sure, he had figured out how quite quickly, as soon as he saw Hank, Erik did the sums and came up with an answer very serum shaped. But it was more the why. Charles, Erik had to admit, he had never met someone who was so truly in-tune and comfortable with what they could do. Everyone had issues, their little team when it first got put together were a rough around the edges bunch with issues both mutant related but also social.

Truthfully, Erik just couldn't ever imagine Charles taking the easy way out, and cutting himself off like he had. It wasn't like it did him much favours, he looked nothing like the man he knew, he looked exhausted, his eyes were rimmed red where he clearly hadn't been sleeping or was on a come down, Erik didn't know.

"The treatment for my spine affects my DNA." Charles looked like he was in two minds to answer, but he couldn't very well just ignore Erik having speaking to him, though maybe this whole thing would go easier if that's how he went through this. But no, looking still at Erik, Charles answered though his tone was honest, painfully honest in fact, there was a sadness lingering to it.

"You sacrificed your powers so you could walk?" Erik found himself frowning and gesturing a hand casually at Charles, he sounded incredulous in his questioning. His earlier musings coming back to him, he did not think he would shut himself from his powers for such a thing. Though yes, of course Erik regretted what happened, but he couldn't change that aspect of the past.

"I sacrificed my powers so I could sleep." Charles let out a breathless sigh, he looked utterly heartbroken by the fact that Erik was wanting to go over this. He could've started a conversation about anything else, but this. This was a wound which wouldn't heal, and Charles wasn't proud of taking the serum, but the alternative was agony. Sheer, crippling agony. If Erik even paid mind to how truly devastated Charles looked, he himself didn't know as Erik just continued to look at him blankly. "What do you know about it?" They weren't comparable, nothing that had happened to them recently could be related to or compared.

"I've lost my fair share." Erik wished to state, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world as he looked around the cabin. Logan was just watching them both with this hesitance as if he was going to have to pull them apart, Alethea peered hesitantly back around the chair and flicked her eyes between them. She looked pained by the fact that Erik had clearly upset Charles, but she wasn't wanting to get involved unless things went too far.

"Ah. Dry your eyes, Erik. It doesn't justify what you've done." Charles let out a dry humourless chuckle, he couldn't help it, the noise came from him before he realised it. How was Charles's predicament the same as Erik having killed the president and wound himself up in jail?

Anything Erik did once he left Charles, wasn't kept up on. He left, he turned his back and walked away, so Charles didn't pay mind to what he did with his life. Everyone knew he got arrested for JFK, it was plastered all over the news, and Charles just found himself at that point shaking his head despairingly, only Erik.

"You have no idea what I've done." Was the short response given, Erik's eyes just stared hard at Charles, he was focussed back on the man sitting across from him, Charles just fidgeted in his chair and looked out the window briefly before looking back at him.

"I know you took the things that mean the most to me." Charles swallowed thickly, as if it was hard to admit to this, to get this sentence out amongst others and not just a thought which would dwell in his head.

"Well, maybe you should have fought harder for them." Erik shot him down with ease, his tone brutal in its honesty as he just looked at Charles. Erik had only ever fought for equality and peace for their people, he'd do whatever he had to, to ensure that they had the same rights and respect as humans had for their fellows; even though that went only so far, when they were always seemingly hellbent on destroying themselves and each other.

"If you want a fight, Erik. I will give you a fight!" Charles's eyes turned teary, his tone was getting tense as he was clearly getting more emotional over this whole conversation and situation, even shifting in his seat it was clear he was getting uncomfortable and agitated.

Erik stood up simply, even he could see that Charles was perhaps a word or two more away from vaulting at him. Logan shortly told them to sit down and all Erik did was wave a hand his way, completely dismissing his words with ease, or he just didn't pay mind to the fact that the man had spoken up. "Let him come," Erik, it seemed, was aware that this situation was always going to happen, even if he didn't do anything to dispel it.

"You abandoned me! You took her away and you abandoned me!" Charles shot up quickly, he charged at Erik and grasped onto the front of his shirt, even shaking him a little as he practically shouted this up at the taller man. Charles's tone was truly desperate sounding, and Erik just stood firmly in place looking at Charles with nothing more than a hollow look.

"Angel. Azazel. Emma. Banshee. Mutant brothers and sisters all dead." Erik started to list names, the expression on Charles's face went from despair to confused before his eyes widened. He wasn't the only one that suddenly felt the plane lurch, the sounds of metal groaning echoed throughout the cabin. Things were starting to fall out from their storage compartments, plates, glasses, even pillows and blankets were slowly falling to the cabin floor as the feeling of almost nose diving was felt throughout.

Hank was struggling in the cockpit to get the steering under control, he couldn't see the wings of the plane, but the sounds of pressure pushing down on the metal was enough to figure out the wings were having the same treatment sent their way. "Erik!" Alethea shouted, she had to watch Logan look like he was going through the worst situation he could ever be put in and through. She felt bad, the man really did seem to hate flying and this was happening. He grasped onto the table between them as his other hand reached across to hold onto anything solid and stable there.

"No," Erik turned and looked her way, she could cheat and hover, a moving plane really meant nothing to her. Just like Erik could root himself, the plane crumbling and creaking around them meant little, he could fly too. "No, he needs to hear this."

"Can you tell him whatever it is you need to, while sitting down and not destroying the jet?!" Alethea exclaimed and held her hands up when something definitely landed on her head, it hurt and she just glared around herself. She didn't know what it was, it could've been anything, the floor of the cabin was littered with so much stuff thanks to Erik's little moment.

Erik just looked absolutely blankly her way before turning back to Charles. He was struggling to keep his footing, and actually by now, he had fallen onto the sofa that Erik was previously sitting on. "Countless others experimented on, butchered. Where were you, Charles? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you?! Hiding! You and Hank, pretending to be something you're not!" He didn't include Alethea in this, at least she hadn't chickened out and taken the serum, unlike these two. He didn't judge her for becoming a teacher, or staying with Charles, he could very well appreciate her choice and even more so her choice of staying true to herself.

Even with Erik exclaiming this, Charles still tried to recover himself on the sofa as he stared upwards at the unmoving mutant in the middle of the cabin. "Erik!" Alethea shouted again only to let out a scream when Erik just waved a hand over his shoulder at her and he pushed her back with whatever metal was on her person. He could see her trying to fly a little closer, in hopes of doing something, he didn't know, but he put an end to that easily enough.

She let out another startled noise when instead of impacting against the wall, she was caught. Logan looked absolutely pained by moving, she looked thankfully at him, it would've taken a lot considering his expression throughout this whole thing was close to sheer, absolute terror and panic. But he'd let go of the seat opposite to wrap it around her waist, Alethea held onto that arm and even reached out to place her hand firmly against the table, she was trying to hold on to stop them both lurching.

"I don't think he's listening," Logan said lowly, his voice was tense as he felt her try and reassure him the best she could, which roughly translated as her hand resting atop his and gently stroking his knuckles where his claws protruded from.

"Erik just stop already! You've said your piece, just sort the jet out!" Alethea shouted at him, now getting angry, he had upset her brother, had pushed her, he was literally making them nose dive and the fact the vehicle gave another lurch had Logan literally tightening his hold around her waist so tightly, Alethea was surprised he didn't squeeze all the air from her lungs. This was clearly Logan's hell, which made him moving to catch her all the more surprising but kind of him.

"The truth hurts, Thea. You may have been happy to allow him to carry on as if nothing has happened, but he doesn't know what the world is like now, he doesn't know what people are like. Ignorance is not bliss," Erik shot over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes and looking over the pair who were struggling as well to keep their footing, they probably only were still standing because Alethea was gripping onto the table and flying against the force that was so harshly pushing everyone else about.

"Who gave you the right to be the bearer of painful truth?!" Alethea despaired and grimaced when the plane went listing to the side, the groan of metal was accompanied now by a horrid creak, a grinding even and she hoped he wasn't actually breaking the metal to the point of this plane falling apart before they reached land.

Erik turned away and looked blankly back at Charles, he was holding onto the sofa for dear life too as he just looked upwards, his expression trying to remain neutral but even Erik could see the look of fear, horror and pain etched into his eyes. The truth hurts, no matter what, Erik didn't mind hurting someone for a split second if it meant they listened to his truth. "You abandoned us all." Erik's voice was cutting, so void of any emotion as something else fell behind him, by now anything that was in storage in the cabin was well and truly on the floor.

Charles just stared blankly at Erik before standing, having seemingly worked this moment out of his system, Erik exhaled slowly and pushed outwards with his powers; the sounds of metal creaking and popping again went throughout the cabin, the bleeping and whirring of controls from the cockpit quietened down too and Hank was able to level the jet to the position it was before Erik interfered.

Shaking his head and casting Erik one last look, Charles stood and climbed over bits and pieces on the floor to walk towards the cockpit. Even with things being in the way, he reached behind himself and shut the door, distancing himself from those in the cabin but also just needing space from the cabin and especially Erik.

Exhaling and removing his arm, Logan all but collapsed in the chair. He watched Alethea's feet land back against the carpet, she just stared Erik's way unhappily. Well, it was clear someone else was going to kick off now, Logan wasn't ready for a second round so he picked up his cigar and took to finally lighting it. If he thought he needed it before, well he definitely needed it now. "So, you were always an asshole." He commented, it wasn't so much a question, more of a statement. He hated every single second of this journey so far, the rocking motion was worse than any turbulence he had ever felt on any plane before; even Scott's awful landings didn't compare, and that man sucked at landings.

The sounds of metal being crushed, hearing the popping and groaning as it was put under stress from Erik had Logan thinking all the worst, he was literally going to crash them into the waters below them, Logan was adamant on that, and he was more surprised he fixed the vehicle and allowed them to carry on flying.

Don't even get him started on pushing Alethea, that was just unnecessary as it was rude, trust him it took everything he had to stop death gripping something to reach up and pull her to him to save her smacking into opening and shutting cupboards before finally stopping against a wall. Admittedly he looked at his hand as he turned his cigar over in the flame, watching smoke slowly puff and lifelessly drift into the air, would be a total lie if he said he hadn't appreciated her gesture and that the slightest hint of her touch still remained against his knuckles.

Looking at the still frowning Alethea, Logan just raised an eyebrow at Erik, he just hoped he was ready for round two, because Logan sure as hell still wasn't, but he knew that expression, she had something she needed to say. Actually, watching her rip into Erik could be entertaining, just as long as he didn't wreck the plane again...

Shaking his head and looking at Erik as he just turned and looked rather emptily his way, Logan lifted his cigar up and gestured it at him. Honestly, it was somewhat comforting, in a really weird way, to see that the Erik before him didn't differ too much to the Erik he knew. Everyone else was almost like the person he once knew, but Erik truly was Erik. Out of everyone, it had to be Erik that didn't seemingly differ or change. Just absolutely typical.

"I take it we're best buddies in the future." Erik sounded a little withdrawn, he really didn't want to have it out with Charles, that wasn't to say he didn't see the moment coming, but it was safe to say it did escalate more than what it should've. He sounded sarcastic when he asked Logan this question, honestly, Erik couldn't picture himself being friends with Logan, no offence to the man, but he couldn't see it.

Chuckling over that prospect, and what a prospect that truly was, Logan just glanced his way a little cynically. "I've spent a lot of years trying to bring you down, bub." Which was the truth, he sounded a little weighed down by this truth, but it was just that; so many years of fighting Erik, and for what? What was there to show for it? To reach the end of the world, and him still be around and trying to finally do good and be in a coherent team that looked out for each other. Not saying his Brotherhood never did that, but they were all rather into self-preservation.

"How does that work out for you?" Erik asked quietly, but curiously, he got the feeling from Logan's tone that it was a hit and miss affair.

"You're like me. You're a survivor," Logan stated plainly, his expression rather tense if not begrudging when he said this. Not that it pained Logan to admit that himself and Erik had something in common, but even still; he had to give Erik credit where it was due, he just never seemingly stopped. Inhaling slowly on the cigar, Logan looked about the debris and things laying on the floor. "Want to pick all that shit up?" He frowned slightly, gesturing to the chaos Erik had created, he wasn't going to touch any of it, he didn't make the mess. He also couldn't help but feel ridiculous for sounding like he was scolding a child.

Erik just looked away and around himself, where did he even start? Things which were broken needed to be put in a bag, if there was one present, he didn't know, but everything else he didn't know where anything came from so at a push, he was putting things in any cupboard. Seeing as how Alethea was still standing there staring blankly at him, Erik paused in picking something up and gestured a hand at her.

"Why have you got to be such a prick for?" Alethea watched Erik just look over a blanket he had held up to fold, putting it over his arm and straightening it out, he just looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Like, honestly, do you enjoy being rude? Or is it just a default?"

"Do I need to state that he started it?"

"No, he didn't. You did. You always start stuff, and then when it doesn't go your way, you have a tantrum like a toddler." Alethea threw her hands up in the air with a heavy sigh. Logan slightly coughed on smoke, well, the tantrum was definitely just that, he couldn't disagree. Alethea ran a hand tiredly down her face, "Listen, Erik...how about for once, get your head out of your arse, and look at the bigger picture that is in front of you. He is linked to us, to the students that were in the school and the teachers; now, can you imagine feeling their pain when they had to leave, when they enlisted and went to war? How about feeling their pain upon death, being captured, harmed. Do you honestly think Charles didn't know what happened to your team? Do you really think their pain he didn't feel? He feels everyone's emotions and thoughts whether he wants to or not just by being near people. You weren't there, Erik. You didn't see the pain he felt, that wasn't even his pain to feel. You judge him for what he's done, but maybe before you do, try and understand why he did it."

Erik reached up and was putting things away all the while she was talking, but from the way his eyes flicked sidelong at her and he paused now and then, it was more than evident that he was listening intently to every word she was saying. Alethea was pleased at least that he hadn't come out with some sarcastic quip, but she was also waiting for just that. Erik often had a sarcastic comment for most things, which was a shame considering he had a brain in his head which was both smart and quick, but more than capable to think up responses that weren't basic sarcasm.

"Did you try and stop him?" Erik was curious, his boot crunched on something and he tilted his head at the white plate there. Well, he definitely needed a bin bag now. But his eyes looked up when something rustled into his line of sight, Alethea smiled painfully at him, she'd found what he was looking for in the little kitchenette. From the look on her face, Erik felt like he got his answer.

"I just didn't want him to hurt anymore." She said sounding truly regretful and sad. "I don't like the fact he's shut himself off. Trust me on that, Erik, I don't...but the alternative is watching him be in agony, and what sister would I be, if I wanted to willingly sit and watch that?"

"You know he'll have to come off it at some point?" Erik hated to state it, when that day came, that agony she wished to avoid would come crashing upon Charles, and Erik didn't know if either of them were truly ready for that day.

Alethea let out a hum, nodding her head before eventually tucking her hair behind her ears. She kept her fingers threaded into the thick dark purple locks while watching Erik turn around picking up broken things carefully. "Erik?" He turned and looked at her when she spoke his name. "I am sorry about what happened to your friends. No one deserved that fate, no one." The thought of being caught and experimented on, it made Alethea shudder, even more so considering that was clearly Raven's fate if they didn't intervene.

"You wish you could've done more, to stop Charles from taking the serum, yes?" Erik asked, knowing it was rhetorical but seeing Alethea nod her head regardless. "The same goes for my team, sometimes it is very easy to try and deter something from happening, but sometimes you're also not strong enough to stop it. If you understand?"

Alethea thought over his question, she watched him shove more things into the bag before alternating and putting things in cupboards. Logan was silent throughout their conversation, but she could sense that he was watching the interaction interestedly. "But you're one of the strongest people I know. So...either your team imploded from within, or people waited until you were away..." Alethea trailed off thoughtfully, when his team broke apart, she didn't know.

Erik looked down at the bag in his hands, he sighed and looked at her with a resigned expression. "Both are applicable answers." He said truthfully, he wasn't going to lie, he could protect those that followed him with ease all the while they were near. But if they ventured off to do their own thing, then he couldn't. People got to members of his team systematically and with even more ease when he was arrested. He knew what happened to them, because guards just loved to taunt him in his cell, keeping him up to date with everything that went on, Erik's lips pressed into a thin line, people were truly awful.

"So, everyone's dead apart from you and Raven?"

"It would appear that way," Erik had tidied up most of the things, even if those things were clearly in cupboards where they didn't belong. She stepped out of the way, climbing back into her seat, taking to kneeling on it and watching him dump the bag of broken things near the door. He honestly didn't know where else to put it, there was a bin onboard, but it was tiny. Looking between herself and Logan, Erik just eventually rested his eyes on her. "And it would appear you are all that's left too."

Alethea smiled; she probably shouldn't have but she did. "We're always going to be remnants, Erik. That's our lot in life. Carrying on, just carrying on when everyone else either dies or goes."

"Not particularly poetic, for an English teacher." He smirked and walked past, the sofa had been cleaned of stuff and he took to sitting back down, stretching his legs out and sighing as his head hit back against the wall.

"I don't really like poetry." She admitted, resting her arms on the back of the chair and smiling awkwardly his way.

He found that amusing, a dry laugh coming from him as he looked at her. "At least you're honest."

Alethea put a hand to her heart, a dramatic gasp coming from her as she looked offended, or tried to, she didn't succeed because he just rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. "I've never lied to you, Erik. Perish the thought! But one thing you can always count on me for, and that is to be honest with you."

"So, I am one of the strongest people you know?" Erik's face was pure amusement, he had heard her say it, just because he said nothing earlier, didn't mean he would now.

Alethea laughed and rested her head against her crossed arms. Staring his way she just sighed, "You are, but you also have an awful ego. Christ, would it pain you to chill out and get on everyone else's level?"

"That sounds incredibly dull, Thea. If I did that, then who would I be?" Erik queried, watching her look thoughtful before she slid down the seat, turning and looking out the window. He had her on that one it seemed, so she went silent.

Logan exhaled smoke and sat there not knowing how to really feel about watching this interaction. With Charles, there had been anger, saying words that would hurt the man just to shoot him down, to show that Charles wasn't the only one who had suffered loses. But with Alethea, there was a comfortable camaraderie that had Logan shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he reached out and turned the newspaper around, he needed something to distract him from any troubling thoughts.

In fact, actually, although watching them made him feel just a little strange, his stomach twisted oddly and that wasn't because he was still getting over Erik almost crashing them, he was also glad that Erik wasn't rude to her, that he didn't upset her like he did Charles. It was more than clear though, Erik ignored him the first time when he tried to dissuade a fight, doubtful Erik would listen a second time.

He turned the page, having finished reading the front page, working around the puncture holes he had made. Truthfully, it did make reading hard, having to try and figure out what words were meant to be present, how Alethea managed, he didn't know, maybe she just winged it? She popped in a word that would make a sentence. A purple finger tapped the page, Logan had just been reading over the same sentence at least five times, Alethea had watched the man frown at the paper, looking more than a little perplexed before opting to interrupt him. Watching him try and read around the puncture holes was painful, honestly it was painful to do, even she struggled and ended up giving up. Credit to Logan for persistence, but even she could see he wasn't really reading, just staring at the paper for something to do because he clearly didn't want to talk to Erik, as for her, she didn't know.

Removing the cigar from his lips, his eyes flicked upwards at her, his head still stayed a little downcast, as least still alluding to him reading. Logan exhaled smoke, Alethea waved a hand to dispel it, yet just smiled his way, she didn't care for him smoking, maybe stuck in a cabin wasn't the best but the man had been really determined. "Thank you for catching me." She removed her hand from the paper, crossing her arms on the table and leaning against it smiling still. She hadn't thanked him yet, thanks had to wait until addressing Erik's little episode.

"Don't mention it," Logan just seemed rather flippant with his response, he didn't want to remember the sounds of metal crunching around him, that was something that'd stick with him as his eyes just went a little distant.

Alethea rolled her eyes, "Logan, you didn't have to catch me." She was grateful he did, she already had something hit her on the head, if she carried onwards from where Erik pushed her, she'd no doubt hit her head several more times and go smacking into a wall.

Logan looked at her for a few silent seconds before nodding. "The alternative...yeah, I didn't like the alternative. So, you're welcome." He couldn't lie, he didn't want to think of her getting hurt because Erik was lashing out, it was clear he wouldn't care if she got hurt within this moment, just like he clearly didn't care Charles got emotionally hurt from this whole thing. But Logan cared. He cared that both had different sides of pain inflicted on them.

The smile which came Logan's way was wide, truly happy that he just accepted her thanks. Alethea would keep on until he did take it, she didn't know if he was just not used to being thanked for things, or just accepted that there'd be unspoken thanks if he did something. "I feel we deserve an apology." Alethea leaned against the table, her voice dropping low to a whisper as her expression went to one of full mischief.

"Good luck with that one," Logan scoffed, he couldn't help it, Erik say sorry? Somehow, he believed it would be easier getting blood from a stone, or getting a pig to fly. That man never saw what he did as wrong, never. That was something Logan had learned, a long time ago, that Erik always believed he was right, and what he did was for a good reason that probably only made sense to himself.

Alethea turned her head slowly to the side, peeking around the chair and looking at Erik. He was silent, legs still stretched out, arms across his arms crossed loosely and his eyes were shut. Purple eyes flicking back to Logan, he just tilted his head at her expression, she looked fully up for the challenge and the fact she looked like she was going to enjoy trying had him just shaking his head. He'd give her credit for trying something so fruitless, Logan leaned back in his chair, maybe this would be a little entertaining to watch, though he'd feel bad if Alethea was epically shot down.

"Erik?" Alethea said his name quietly, she didn't know if he'd actually gone to sleep. Much like a cat, Erik's eyes slowly opened and with slow movements his head turned and looked her way. Alethea continued to smile, "So, you almost crashed us."

"I wouldn't have crashed us. I'd rather not have crashed having just got my freedom back." Erik just stated blatantly, he hadn't got out of his cell to only wind up crashing in a plane. Although face it, he'd have come away fine. Everyone else, maybe not so much...

Alethea inhaled slowly, opting to ignore his blunt tone. "You almost ruined the jet, you upset Charles, you pushed me and you nearly made Logan have a heart attack; now, you haven't actually thanked us for getting you out of your cell. Which I will overlook if you apologise for what you just did." She rolled a hand in the air, still peeking around the chair and smiling while nodding her head now and then. She seemingly just thought what she said was the most obvious thing, she did look a little confused when Erik frowned and exchanged a look with Logan, Logan just responded with exhaling smoke and raising an eyebrow.

Logan knew Erik could give less of a damn about what he did to him, but Charles and Alethea, that clearly gave Erik a pause. "I'm not taking back what I said."

"Nor am I." Alethea laughed lightly, she wasn't taking back calling him names, especially when he could be just that, a prick. His whole little tantrum truly proved her point, so why would she take that back?

Turning on the sofa, Erik bent one leg over the other, an arm going across the back of the furniture as his full attention was now on her. He seemed to be silent for longer than what he was, only a few minutes of silence passed before Erik nodded her way. "Apologies for pushing you."

Alethea smiled, lifting up a hand she rolled it before pointing a thumb back in Logan's direction. Erik's eyes narrowed and darkened, she laughed, "Okay, fine, that's asking for too much...thank you, your apology is accepted, Erik. When Charles appears, you can say sorry to him too." Alethea leaned her elbow on the armrest and popped her chin in her palm, cheeky smile still on her face.

Erik shook his head, he couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, looking around the cabin he looked back her way. "I bet students loved you." Erik commented, being stared at rather unblinkingly before possibly caving in, most definitely he could sarcastically see students would love this battle of wills. He only gave in because it was clear she wouldn't drop the topic, frowning slowly and glancing back her way, Erik was greeted with another smile; he just sat there disbelievingly, that's the tactic she played to, if she was persistent, whoever she was speaking to would have to give in eventually if she stayed steadfast.

"Oh, they did, even more so because...hold on," Alethea trailed off and disappeared from his view, she pulled her bag up and rummaged about before reappearing and sticking her arm out. Erik looked at the sweet packet in her hand, she encouragingly rustled it near him, a happy smile still on her face, the packet got another shake his way when he just looked from it and then to her. It was clear Erik was trying to make sense of just what the actual hell was now going on. "Well done, Erik." She wasn't dropping the packet, or putting it away so he reached over and pulled a sweet begrudgingly out. Hearing her praise had him narrowing his eyes at her, Alethea just continued to smile.

"Bribery, you bribed them with food." Erik commented, he really didn't want the sweet and just reached across and put it on the table opposite to him. Most of the things which were laid upon it were broken and stashed away elsewhere. The small sweet looked odd just sitting there on the table with nothing else really around it.

Logan tilted his head, looking at Erik with this distant look in his eyes. "If you do good, you deserve some good in return. That's how it works." Logan said slowly, earning looks from both Alethea and Erik; the latter just looked at him weirdly, not really understanding just why he was saying that, and Alethea just grinned and nodded her head. She agreed completely with him, and Logan just sat there looking between them, she had said that to him before, clearly, she hadn't said it yet, but she agreed with him.

"You apologised, and used your words, Erik. So, you deserve a treat, Logan is right, you did good owning up, so have something good in return." Alethea shrugged and watched the look Erik shot their way before his eyes shut again, he shook his head, clearly opting to not want to talk anymore. Alethea sent another cheeky grin at Logan, he just let out a sigh, he didn't even know what to say or make of this and just looked out of the window at the passing white clouds.

Looking about though, Alethea stood and went to the small kitchenette, opening cupboards and quickly catching a cup which was about to roll off the shelf. She was rummaging about, seeing what was actually on here really; in truth, she wanted something to eat, she loved travel snacks, she just couldn't help it. Turning and holding the glass up, Logan just tilted his head and looked at her weirdly, she coughed and cleared her throat, standing straight and putting on a rather disconcerting but polite smile.

He just watched as she produced a bottle from behind herself, "Good afternoon, sir. Can I interest you in a light refreshment?"

Logan gestured his cigar to the bottle in her hands, "I wouldn't class whiskey as a light refreshment. But sure, you can," she shot him a look, not appreciating him shooting her down and not playing along, but regardless Alethea put the glass on the table and twisted the top off of the whiskey bottle.

"Would you like ice, sir?"

"Stop," Logan held his hand up and took the bottle from her. He practically chuckled the word out, her customer service voice was just too much, it made her accent sound a lot posher than she actually was; not saying her English accent was common, no, just her making herself sound posh was amusing to him. But also, her best air-stewardess routine was just bad, that it was funny, Logan couldn't take her seriously.

"Fine! Do you want ice though?" Alethea crossed her arms and looked down at him, now well and truly bored that he had ruined her moment of fun. "I am offering ice, but I don't know if there is any..." Alethea actually turned to the small fridge present, opening the top and letting out a happy noise and holding out an ice tray. Logan hadn't said no, so she put ice in the glass before returning the tray and looking for something for her to drink, or eat. She made a noise, not at all a happy one and threw a packet of peanuts away from herself while looking over any other food here.

"What did they do to offend you?" Logan had to ask, as far as he remembered she wasn't allergic to them.

"I hate peanuts." Alethea actually sounded truly disdainful of them existing, finding some fancy looking crackers, which she thought was just weird, there was nothing to have with them, why they were here she didn't know, but they'd do for a snack, she guessed.

Watching as she sat down, beer in hand and the crackers, Logan watched her look out the window with a small pout. He supposed it was a strange feeling, being able to fly but be within something doing the flying for her. The white clouds became boring to look at quite quickly for her, sitting upright she double took when she noticed he was just sitting looking her way.

"Yes?" She asked awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and twirling the bottle in between her hands.

"It's nothing," Logan said slowly, which it wasn't. He just hadn't realised he was sitting here watching her, totally accidental that he had been. He didn't mean to make her feel weird, Alethea clearly felt odd when being watched and Logan couldn't remember the woman, he knew being the same.

It was just something that would never sink in, he supposed, her being here, so full of life, joking and laughing; if things did go wrong, he would try anything within his power to make sure she survived. Even with how bleak the future was without her, it just seemed bleaker still when she went, a small slither of light and happiness that was taken away.

Alethea just slowly drunk from her bottle and decided not to question him, instead she looked up and around before standing and going to hunt out a pillow and a blanket. Even Erik opened his eyes to watch her before standing and reaching above her to another cupboard, he found the items she wanted and got a thankful smile for it before she returned to her chair.

"Did you want to lay down?" Erik asked, he hadn't sat back down, he could easily move if she wished to have a decent sleep on the sofa.

Alethea smiled and shook her head, "No, I'm okay. Thank you though." She opened the blanket out, plumped up the pillow and made a little bed in the chair. She'd put the pillow against the wall, and she loosely put the blanket over her legs once she tucked them up onto the cushion with her. She didn't know how long they'd be travelling for, but she knew it would be a little while, long enough to at least sleep through some of it.

Logan just watched her squirm about a bit before she clearly got comfortable and then she stilled, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, her breathing slowed down so suddenly he just had to sit in slight disbelief that she had gone to sleep that quickly. But then again, remembering what she was like in the car to Peter's...it seemed like travelling just made her sleepy. It wasn't like the whole day hadn't been eventful, he did feel a little tired too, drinking some of the whiskey, Logan looked quickly towards a very still Erik before frowning when something impacted against his leg.

Leaning and looking under the table, he just found himself raising an eyebrow at her legs. This really was going to be like the car, as long as she didn't fold into herself in a truly uncomfortable position...Logan put his glass down, the cigar was popped between his lips and he reached down. Slowly and gently, he lifted her legs up, there was a space between the wall and his own legs that he rested hers there. She should've taken Erik up on the offer of the sofa, he really thought she'd be more comfortable there.

Was it utterly ridiculous, false hope even, of him to believe she opted to sit here and remain here to sleep, because she wanted to be near him? Logan hated to admit it, well, he didn't, he was just trying to coast and be careful, but there was a link between them, much like his earlier thoughts of fixed points in time, only this time the point not being him and Erik always being enemies, but himself and her; was it utterly foolish to believe, that no matter the time, timeline, reality there would always be her and there'd always be him?

He didn't wish to muse over magnetic puns, not with Erik being present, but it truly was like a little magnetic pull, a gravitational pull even; that no matter the situation or whomever was present, that so far, they had always seemingly ended up near each other. Was that purely accidental? Coincidental? Logan didn't believe in fate, other than fate always seemingly kicking him in some way and him having to lump it; but he was here to stop Raven, not anything else. Becoming friends with people he would come to know in the future was a bonus, how could it not be?

But she was more than his friend in the future, and how was it possibly fair to try and or want to get to know the young woman more, to foolishly hope for anything more, when Logan knew, deep down, he would end up going. Fixed points, Hank before he sadly died would always talk about such science things that Logan barely knew what he was talking about half the time; and unfortunately for Logan, one hell of an absolutely shit fixed point in time for him, was when he was experimented on.

Would this be different though? If they changed the future, if they saved Raven, if the Sentinels didn't come to be; would he be in a situation where he wouldn't wind up being taken, tested on, borderline tortured, brainwashed, hurt and injected with substances which weren't just the adamantium for his skeleton.

At this, Logan looked at the back of his hand, lifting his glass and draining most of the whiskey within, he topped the glass up and absentmindedly placed a finger against his first knuckle. He couldn't necessarily feel the bone claw, but he knew it was there; likewise, Alethea knew too, and even in the moment of worry and concern earlier, even with her joking about him stabbing the furniture in the cabin, she still put her fingers over his knuckles, and held him. Logan had good control, but anyone and everyone had lapses when in a corner and having their fight or flight reactions kick in.

All of this was hitting him too hard and too suddenly, honestly, he hadn't thought of the future from his actions here; he was primarily concerned about the friends he had left in that desolate future, hiding and no doubt fighting off the Sentinels that were coming their way. A longing pain hit him right in the centre of his chest, and Logan realised it was guilt. He felt awful that he was here, enjoying the taste of whiskey, the feel of an actual bed to sleep in back at the school; seeing Hank alive, Charles, even with his current issues, he was still in there; Logan saw it, deep down the man he would come to call a close friend was in there, he was just hurting so much and hiding. Then there was Alethea.

The sleeping female across from him had a small smile on her face, he felt one of her legs twitch as he saw one of her hands clench against the pillow she was practically cuddling onto. He shouldn't feel bad for finding solace in being near to her, Logan was adamant on that considering when she died, it destroyed a part of him; but overall, everything that was happening, he could feel bad about. His friends were fighting in the future, and he was finding little things that he had forgotten about and enjoyed.

Looking out of the window, even though the endless blue and the floating clouds turned Logan's stomach just a little, totally not whiskey related there, he couldn't help but think what future would come from his actions; he had been told that whatever happened, it would become the only future anyone would ever know. So, there wasn't any pressure there, not. Logan wasn't always known for using his head, which was of course a running joke.

He could detrimentally screw things up here or he could succeed; but the one thing which kept coming back to his head was, if there was a situation in which he could stay, if he could avoid all the pain of experiments, even though he had come to accept what happened to him, happened, would he avoid that path if he could? If it meant living in peace at the school, much earlier than the first time around, getting to know everyone a second time; even falling in love all over again, would he be able to do that?

Life was never that simple where Logan was involved, much like he had accepted being bonded with metal; he had come to slowly accept that his life was never that straightforward, even with these thoughts in mind, he also couldn't help but feel like there was a lingering voice in the back of his mind shooting these musings down, that what hope Logan may be feeling over the prospect of avoiding certain points of his life, to be at the school sooner than he planned, that the voice in the back of his mind kept on reappearing stating that life had never been that easy for Logan, chance would be a fine thing.