A/N: Sorry, guys. I know it took forever to get this story updated. I just couldn't get the feel of the chapter right. Hope it passes inspection for you all. Oddly enough, I have had a couple of other stories biting my ankles. One story has two versions - one light and sweet and one dark. The problem I'm having is keeping the stories as short as I had intended. Hopefully, I'll be able to post a short version of the sweet one soon - and maybe the longer version if people are interested. Love to all of my reviewers.

Rage had filled her veins and she saw nothing but her tormentor. Jenny could hear voices, but they were meaningless babble. She raised her fist to strike again, but before she could, her wrist was grabbed and pulled down to her side.

Logan swiftly grabbed her other wrist and pulled it down to her other side. He slid his arms around Jenny's waist, trapping her arms, and pulled her off the man's limp form, struggling to maintain his hold on her. He didn't want to hurt her if he could help it. Logan looked at the other two. "She's lost it! Snap her out of it before she kills him - or me!"

Jubilee quickly approached Jenny - and just as quickly dove to the side to avoid the kick that had been leveled at her head. "Geez, Jenny! You're okay! You're safe! Take it easy!"

Nothing seemed to be getting through. Tommy glanced at Jubilee and then focused all his attention on the woman struggling in Wolverine's arms. He locked eyes with Jenny. Quietly, almost hypnotically, he spoke. "Jubilee, start tying those guys up. Logan, when I get close enough, hand her off to me and help Jubilee tie them up and get them in a group."

As Tommy approached, he continued to talk to Jenny in the same tone. "Come on, Jen. You're safe now. I won't let them hurt you again."

Tommy slid his arms around her, keeping her arms trapped as Logan had. For a split second, he was distracted by how good she felt in his arms. He snapped back to reality when she lunged and almost got away. He continued to talk softly, letting his rich, mellow baritone flow over her like honey. After another minute or so, Tommy felt Jenny's tense muscles relax and saw intelligence return to her eyes.

Jenny stared into his eyes for another moment, then remembered what she had done. Her face flamed as she looked away.

"What's wrong?"

"I was - totally out of control. I couldn't help it. I was just so angry and -"

A finger over her lips stopped her babbling. Gentle fingers raised her chin until she gazed into serious caramel colored eyes. "You have nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. You did what you had to do. You didn't kill him, so everything's okay."

"But -"

"No buts. We'll call the police and let them take it from there." Gently, he guided her out of the cabin and back to the car. About five feet away from the cabin, Jenny straightened up suddenly.

"My knives! They found some of them and took them away from me. I've gotta get them back!"

"How many?" Tommy asked.

Jenny frowned. "I'm not sure. Let me count."

She patted herself all over, muttering to herself. Finally, she looked at Tommy and frowned. "They found eleven."

Tommy's jaw dropped for a moment, but he recovered quickly. "Out of how many?"

"Fifteen."

Before Tommy could reply, they heard Logan call out to them. "Hey, Jenny! Lose something?"

"How many did you find?" she asked.

"Eleven."

"That's all of them then."

Logan and Jubilee held out their hands, full of blades of various sizes. Jenny took them one at a time and quickly returned them to their holders. In about a minute, they were all where they belonged and Tommy wasn't even positive where they all went. Jenny looked toward the house once more. "You patted them all down, right?"

Jubilee spoke up. "As thoroughly as we would have done to you."

"Good." They all climbed into the car and headed for town. On the way back to Tommy's house, they stopped at a pay phone and Logan made an anonymous call to the police and told them where to find the robbers.