“Logan? Is that you?”
I had thought it wasn’t her.
“The other one ain’t far away.”
But I was wrong.
“Come on, we have to regroup.”
I thought she was Mystique.
God, how I wish it had been.
“I know. But there’s a problem.”
I turned around and stabbed her with my claws, through the stomach.
“You ain’t part of the group.”
I watched as she gasped, her eyes turning milky white.
I waited for her to turn back to her original shape.
But she didn’t.
I had just stabbed the real Ororo Munroe.
Shock passed through me as I realized what I had done.
I collapsed to the floor as she did, using her cape to try to stop the bleeding.
And when she looked up at me, I had to look away.
She started to speak, but I told her not to.
As I called out for help my heart was racing. I’d only known her for a few days “ a week at the most “ and already i’d tried to kill her.
“Storm hang on.” I whispered to her. Cyclops and Jean had to show up soon. They just had too.
She couldn’t die.
Ororo’s eyes kept changing from her original blue to milky white. Her hair sparked with electricity and a breeze started up through the building.
Thank god Jean and Cyclops came ‘round the corner at that moment.
Immeadiately they were helping.
“Scott, talk to her, keep her awake.” Jean told him. I just stepped back. Nothin’ more I felt I could do
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I sat outside in the garden, smoking my cigar.
I felt guilty. It wasn’t the first time i’d stabbed a friend.
The first was Rogue, when she woke me up from my nightmare.
She had been able to heal herself using my healing power though. Storm on the other hand...
I don’t know if there was a type of weather she could have used. I highly doubt it.
She had passed out on the jet ride back.
Jean thought we had lost her.
Ororo’s strong though. She’ll get through this.
“Logan?”
Turning around I saw Scott, he sat next on the wall next to me.
“How is she?”
He sighed.
He sounded relieved.
“Ororo’s fine. Gonna be in pain for a while but she’s gonna be fine.”
I think he saw the relief on my face.
“What I did... I... I thought she was Mystique. I should have waited before I took a chance.”
Scott put a hand on my shoulder.
“It’s not your fault Logan.”
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I stood, hesitating outside the medical room’s door.
Jean saw me, opened the door then left. I think she sensed my need to be alone with Storm.
I walked over to the bed. Storm was either unconscious or asleep.
She looked like an Angel “ no wait. A goddess.
Her white hair was spread over the pillow, her dark skin a shocking contrast.
I hated the way she was right now, connected to machines and just looking so... helpless.
It wasn’t Storm. She was strong, didn’t give up easily.
I sat down on a chair next to the bed and picked up her hand.
“I’m sorry ‘Ro.” I smiled at the nickname. It came so naturally.
She stirred slightly and her eyes opened.
A faint answer came from her.
“It’s okay.”
