Storm was following after Logan when it happened. He was trying to leave again, insisting it was too hard to live here after he had to kill Jean. Right as they were descending the stairs, the very foundations around them started to quake. Storm gasped and fell down the stairs, unable to keep her balance. When she hit the floor, the door to the institute opened, to reveal a woman with black eyes and black swirls on her skin.

Seeing Storm on the floor, the girl hit her knees and began to sob, the swirls moving as snakes over her skin. "T-tell me it isn't true! Tell m-me they aren't dead! Not Jean...not Uncle Charles!" Storm turned shocked eyes to the girl, grabbing her gloved hands. "Tara, don't do this! Destroying the institute won't bring them back!"

Sobs filled Tara's chest and the foundation began to quake again. "Tara please!" The girl with midnight hair, shook her head, clutching at her head. "I'm not Tara anymore! My name is Temptation!" Tears fell down Storms cheeks and her eyes closed. "I'm sorry, Tara. Bewusstlos."

As soon as the German word was spoken, the shaking stopped and the girl slumped down onto the floor. Storm had obviously forgotten that Logan was there for a moment before she turned to him. "The Professor ingrained certain German words into her cortex to control her manic tendencies. I should have known that this would happen. I didn't prepare."

Seeing that the swirls on the girl's skin were gone, Storm turned her face to the shocked Logan. "Will you pick her up and help me bring her to his room? She's going to stay in the Professor's room."

When Logan deposited her into the bed and Storm covered her, his dark eyes moved to the woman with white hair. "You need to explain what just happened." Storm looked at him for a moment before nodding. "Let's go downstairs, shall we?"

Back in the office, Storm sat on a couch, Logan taking a seat in an armchair. "Her name is Tara Johnson, but when she's Manic, her name is Temptation. Charles found her as a child; her mother had been shot in an episode and begged him to take care of her."

Logan nodded, turning his eyes to the empty fireplace. "What are the marks that were on her?" Storm sighed, looking at her hands.

"Charles always tried to figure it out, but he couldn't. She has telekinesis like he and Jean did, but she has other powers as well. Her markings aren't there all the time. They only happen when she's become Manic, or out of control of her emotions. Something about the swirls when they appear are tempting to people. They cannot resist them. If someone were to touch them, they would die instantly of a very deadly poison. Charles called her a Siren but I'm not sure that's accurate. The swirls move like snakes around her body. They can be very beautiful and alluring. Even we here at the center have had issues trying to resist them."

Logan's brow furrowed, his thoughts rushing around. "What was with the German word? It means….unconscious?" Storm nodded. "To help her while in a Manic state, Charles placed certain worded barriers in her mind, the same as he did with Jean. Although he didn't restrain her as he did The Phoenix, he used certain trigger words to calm her down."

Blinking, Logan sighed, looking at the floor. "I'm guessing you want me to stay and help?" Storm turned her eyes to him, the answer shining clear. "She can tell you things…...Jean was her best friend, almost like an adoptive mother to her. They were very close. The reason that Tara wasn't here is a simple one. Charles had her training in Tibet to have more control over her powers. She must have come back when she heard about them."

Logan ran his hands down his face. "Don't you think she will hate the person who killed Jean?" Storm shook her head. "No, Logan. No one hates you for that. The Phoenix was too powerful. She wouldn't have let go of Jean. You did what you had to do."

Logan says nothing, standing and looking outside. "I'll stay, but not forever. This place…..it's….it's too hard."

It was a few weeks later when Tara had even calmed down enough to be fully conscious. Storm worked with her and tried to explain things but every time she did, Tara would become Manic.

One morning, Storm had Logan bring her up some food, much to his complaint. When he came into her room and set down her tray, the young woman's eyes opened through the dark curtain of her hair, her eyes tracing over his figure.

"You're Logan….Wolverine?" She asked, her voice somewhat hoarse from the screaming. The darkness of the sheets being used made her skin almost look like milk, the skin of her arms showing with her tank top.

Logan turned to her, a slight nod moving his head. Tara rests her head back on the pillow, her eyes searching his face. "Will you use the word on me today too?"

Blinking, Logan shook his head. "I'm not too good with German, so I don't think so." Reaching for the glass of water, Tara smiled softly. "Jean was right about you. You are very stubborn and handsome."

Logan's eyes widened and he sat down in a chair close to the bed. "She….she said that about me? Wh-what else did she say?"

Storm stood outside the door, a small smile on her face. "Maybe those too will help each other after all….."

(my first stab at a wolverine/oc story! Let me know if I should continue!)