The Trip Back Home

By: Shada

Disclaimer: I own not, you sue not.

Summary: Storm's thoughts on the jet-trip to the mansion from Israel

Rating: G

Notes: This story was written in fifteen minutes at six thirty in the morning, please excuse any typos. Also, I don't know the exact details of what happened here so give me some leeway on that.

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Logan was in the pilot's seat teaching Bobby, who was leaning over his shoulder, to fly the Blackbird. Standing silent on the bridge was the man, Bishop, we had picked up. I sat beside him only vaguely aware of what was going on, I was more intent on what was happening behind me. Above the gentle hum of the engine, I could hear Jean in the back of the jet, trying to keep him stable.

We had come to Israel to prevent a man named Legion, actually Professor Xavier's adopted son, from warping time as we know it. He had taken myself, Bobby, Logan, and Jean with him back in time where he tried to kill Erik Lehnsherr, Magneto, but his own foster father Professor Charles Xavier had stepped in the way and died instead. Something went even more wrong after that and our reality could quite possibly have been destroyed had not this mysterious man named Bishop stopped it. But even his efforts had not been enough to prevent something none of us had ever expected and now one of the X-men lay at death's door.

Believing that they were going to die, Rogue and Remy had shared what they thought would be their first and last kiss, but then Bishop showed up. Remy was in a deep coma and I could hear Rogue gently crying behind me. An hour ago it had been heaving sobs but she had quieted since though I still could not block out the sounds of her weeping.

I wanted to turn around and tell her everything would be alright, it would have been easy enough as she was sitting right behind me, but part of my subconscious held me back. Remy had saved my life many times and I loved him like a brother, of all the X-men I was closest to him and now he could very well die. I know that everyone would expect me, Ororo, Weather Goddess, Wind-rider, to be the most forgiving, but now I can't. I can't trust myself to turn around and try to comfort her but only end up blaming Rogue for everything that's happening.

Not when her eyes are still red on black.