Storm opened her eyes slowly her pupils widening as they adjusted to the change in light. The images around her came in blurry at first and then cleared as she saw Logan looking down at her. Coughing she released a small trickle of blood the act not quite as painful as it had been before. Her husbands mouth opened and then closed but was absent of any words. Wrapping his arm around her Logan pulled Ororo against his chest using his other to lift Dalia. "I thought I lost you" he whispered. "I thought I lost you".
One week later
"Follow the light" Hank said moving the bright lantern back and forth in front of Ororo's eyes. Logan watched on as the blue mutant did his daily check up on Ororo. Since the incident they had temporarily moved back in to the Xavier institute while some of the teachers had taken it upon themselves to rebuild their damaged home. What had occurred there had not been spoken of since the Xmen had brought in their injured friends and this was believed to be best by all
Dalia slept curled up in his arms. "I've never seen anything like this" the blue mutant stated looking over to the two. "Injuries such as the ones Ororo received should have taken months if not more to heal but other than a few reset bones she is the bill of health". The man turned to Ororo and smiled placing a fuzzy hand atop her own. "In a few weeks you should be as good as new" he finished. Storm nodded leaning forward to hug Hank. "Thank you" she said.
Lifting Dalia into his arms Logan moved to join the two on the other side of the room."So what do you think happened" he asked. The blue man looked to the child sleeping in the other mans arms placing a single clawed finger to his chin in thought. "Well this is just my theory" he began. "But I believe that since you have a healing ability and Ororo weather it can be assumed that one or a combination of these powers could manifest themselves in your daughter". "Perhaps, rather than being able to heal herself as Logan can little Dalia's powers lay healing other's".
Storm looked down at her daughter. In sleep, just as in waking her face was innocent, a tiny oval framed in fuzzy curls. Running the back of her fingers over the child's cheek Ororo smiled. "She will certainly live an interesting life" she whispered. Wrapping a free arm around his wife Logan pulled her close. "Yah but luckily shes got us" he said. And for once Storm was at peace.
The End
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who has been following this story as well as my others. I already have another story in the works this time a Storm/Victor fic that should come out sometime this week. A special thanks to Beautiful Storm Monroe, Qtfics, and The Scribe2 for commenting on nearly all my work, your comments are what gets me excited enough to continue my stories :)