Eric sat still behind his desk of shiny steel. He stared into the darkness and thought about old friends. Charles, Charles wanted peace. Adams wanted to take over in a slightly different way than Eric did. Adams wanted to add mutation to people who were strong mutants already. Not that Eric minded taking on some of his mutants off his hands but he wasn't sure about experimenting on mutants. He knew all too well what it meant. What concern was it of his now? He still wanted the ones he was promised and had paid for. They were indeed strong but if they wouldn't take his cause to heart he could take the other one. Certainly they would be very strong indeed. He gently turned the ball over in his hand using his magnetism; it was relaxing for him. Another idea materialized in his head as he began to smile slowly. He felt very pleased with himself. Charles and Adams he would show them both how and where to get strong leaders.

Sabertooth interrupted with a loud thud as he came through the door. He carried a demanding look as he strode towards Eric. He stopped short as he reached Eric's desk.

Sabertooth eyed Eric trying to understand his mood, as if he were hunting prey, "Mystique is finally awake," he snarled.

"Good," Eric said evenly almost daring Creed to make a move at him. Sabertooth was mad it was easy to see that.

"She is asking for you. She is still pretty bad." He looked at Eric cautiously "I want to runt. I want the runt and the woman." He snarled making his demands finally clear to Eric."

"In due time," he looked at Sabertooth with measured patience. "I have a job for you to do first."

He stood up to meet his eyes, "Don't screw up." He hissed at Sabertooth. Then as if to prove his point, he took the metal ball and hurled hard to Creed's chest using his magnetism. Creed growled as he was forced to take a step back from the ball, having lost his breath for a minute. Eric glared at him. They knew who was still in charge. He left Creed still gasping for air as he started towards Mystique. He heard a low growl from the room now behind him.

"So", Beast said to Ally, "You have had no prenatal care?" He was gathering things as Ally sat on the infirmary bed.

Logan glanced at her from the windowsill. Had she? He lit a cigar silently. Beast walked over and extinguished it promptly. Ally cut him a look. He shrugged. Couldn't blame a guy for trying?

"No I haven't." she admitted a little ashamed, " I was having a hard time finding a doctor who specializes in mutant pregnancies."

"They are not many around," Beast smiled at her as he looked over the rim of his glasses. He reminded her of a grandfather who got his message across with gentle looks and smiles. Logan had a grin on his face as he made his way towards her and Beast. Logan couldn't remember being so proud of something he had done.

Beast looked at Ally as he studied a paper; "Your HCG hormones were very high."

Ally shrugged, "What does that mean?"

"Perhaps you are further than you think." Beast guessed.

Logan crossed his arms as he looked from Ally to Beast. "She hardly looks pregnant now. How can that be?"

Ally squirmed on the table, "Is something wrong?"

"A sonogram will tell us more. Would that be all right?" He looked at her evenly. She nodded slowly. "I have 'secured' a unit but I will need assistance," he smiled as he started towards the door.

"You need Jean? I will get her." Logan offered. He grasped Ally's hand before starting towards the door.

"Good then I can get Ally ready," He walked back towards her slowly.

Logan gave Ally a look before he walked out the door.