An explosion erupted in the tech-filled room and Forge's self appointed lab was soon filled with black smoke. The exhaust fans kicked on nearly immediately and within seconds the room was cleared, of both the smoke and the two students that had been in there before the blast rocked the room.

"I." "Hate." "You." Rogue clutched her chest, couching and choking out the smoke from the unexpected explosion. Even doubled over and making wince-worthy wheezing sounds, the young woman managed to glare deadly at her teammate. The guilty party didn't even have the decency to look apologetic. In fact, he could nearly be described as giddy. The nerve of his behavior sent her blood boiling, and nearly rivaled the burning her skin was experiencing under the high sun.

The anger towards Forge was immediately squashed as she jolted upright, eyes darting every way possible. Sand, red sand, and so much of it, clear across the horizon with the occasional mountain breaking up the view.

"What did you do, Forge?" Rogue kept moving about in a circle, certain this was just a sick, elaborate but sick, joke.

"Would you believe a 'I don't know'?" Forge offered weakly, not daring to even look at Rogue. Instead he keyed commands into his personal version of a Palm Pilot. Rogue shot her head towards him and narrowed her eyes darkly causing Forge to gulp nervously, "I thought not."

"You know what you did; even if you don't know -how- you did it, you always know -what- you did. So I ask you again. What. Did. You. Do!" Rogue's voice echoes around them in a nearly eerily manner and the sound of beating surfaced as her words died away.

"There." Forge pointed off in the distance, a dark spot in the sky was growing larger, closer to them. A quick glance offered no cover for the mutants so they braced themselves as the single spot split into three and soon resembled the outline of birds.

"I don't do well with birds," Rogue snorted at Forge's statement, recalling the Institute's trip to the local aviary. After the obvious negative reaction the winged creatures had had towards the tech-man, they had to create a "no-admit" list just to put Forge on it.

Time seemed to crawl as the shaped drew closer, the two teens waiting nervously. Rogue shifted her stance, hand sweeping over the ground a grabbing a jagged rock. "I don't know where we are, Forge, but those are definitely NOT birds." Her teammate's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he sent her a look.

"Those are dragons." She answered his unasked question.

"And how do you know what dragons look like?" Forge inquired in disbelief.

"Are you really asking me that? You may be a genius but you sure can be an idiot sometimes."

"So what you suggest we do?"

"We wait. Chances are we're of no concern to them." Deep in Rogue's bones she didn't believe what she said, but she tried to reassure her teammate's worried face. "But, just to be on the safe side, if you can get us out of here, before those dragons get closer, that would be great." She known they would be screwed if they were confronted by the winged beasts. Rogue's powers didn't work on animals -if they even worked in this place- and Forge wasn't exactly the offensive-play kind of guy. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him key furiously on his gadget, beads of sweat rolling down his head.

"Any time would be good," Rogue's southern voice hitched up an octave as the dragons seemed to be gaining speed. She could clearly see the coloring and detailed scales on the dragons and she pulled Forge with her as she took large steps backwards, eyes locked on the quickly approaching beasts.

The largest landed a few meters away, with the two flanking behind it on either side. As the two mutants tried to distancing themselves, the dragons walked forward, matching them step for step. Rogue had not realized how loud the dragons had been flapping their wings until they stopped and she could make out the loud stomping of galloping horses getting closer. Daring to glance away from the dragons she spotted a multitude of riders on the approach, as if they had been following the dragons.

"Forge," Rogue nudged her teammate, certain he was too engrossed in his tech to notice something on his own. "We've got more company on the way. How much longer?"

Forge, delightfully surprised to find dragons so close, quickly clicked a picture of them on his phone before going back to keying commands into his machine. "Not much longer," he offer reassuringly.

"If you don't hurry, we won't have much longer," Rogue clenched the rock tightly in her hand and gritted her teeth. This was absolutely the last time she was going to help Forge with any of his experiments. Although actually seeing dragons was definitely pretty cool.

A lone white horse rode ahead of the other riders and it looked as if a ghost sat upon it; nearly silver hair gently waving in the breeze, pale blue dress almost translucent in the bright sunlight. The ghost maiden maiden stopped her horse not far from the mutants and her eyes raked over them suspiciously. When the largest dragon screeched at her, she finally spoke.

"I am Daenerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, the Unburnt and Khalessi to the Dorthraki, and those are my children there in front of you. Who are you that you can call my dragons to your side like a couple of trained dogs?" The woman sat regally in her saddle, the venom in her question contradicting with her soft, fragile looking frame.

Before Rogue opened her mouth to respond, Forge spoke, bowing deeply to the woman, "It is a great honor to meet you Khalessi. I'm Forge, this is Rogue. We did not mean to call your dragons, purely an accident, won't happen again, I assure you. We must be going now. Oh! Before I forget, the Narrow Sea is three days west of here," Forge pointed behind him before pressing a button on his gadget. Rogue covered her eyes with her arm as the two mutants were engulfed in brightness, leaving Daenerys perplexed and hopeful at the same time.

The head of her Queensguard, Jorah Mormont, former lord of Bear Island, rode up to her as the two teens vanished. "Khalessi?" He implored hesitantly.

Daenerys turned to her friend and confidante, eyes sparkling. "We're nearly there Jorah." She scratched the head of her largest child as it cooed beside of her. "Soon, the Iron Throne will be mine."