Xavier Mansion-3 days later

Ororo sat in the recreation room. It was late. Most of the children were up in their rooms studying, and the other adults were milling around. So the rec room was empty. This was the time she liked rec room the most. When it was empty and she could think in peace. And thinking was most certain something everyone needed to be doing.

She sighed. It was getting worse. The whole atmosphere of the mansion was becoming almost hostile. The students couldn't pay attention in class anymore. Not that she blamed them. She could barely concentrate herself. Scott was keeping Jean away from Diana, but noone seemed to be keeping Diana away from Jean. Well, she had to take that back. Diana seemed to be keeping herself away from Jean.

Diana was nice, as far as Ororo was concerned. She also seemed to have a good grasp on her temper, because Jean had more than once deserved to be yelled at. But Diana kept her cool, and Ororo was being to wonder if Scott would do anything if Diana decked Jean. Personally she wouldn't, but Scott was Jean's boyfriend. If claws were involved however, they'd all have to stop Diana no matter what Jean had done. And Ororo was convinced she'd have to really push it to get the claws out.


Next Day

Logan was going to settle this one way or the other. He was getting sick of it, they all were. Jean was being stupid, and she wouldn't even talk about it to Scott. She was still eating in the kitchen, and last night Diana had eaten in her room. This wasn't going to solve anything. Not that he really wanted the two women to solve it the way he solved problems, but that wasn't the point. They were going to solve it and that was final.

He found Jean in the study. She looked up from her book when he came in. He pushed to door close but didn't latch it. She went back to her book as he came over to her. She was sitting on the couch, and he sat down on the other end.

"Jean, we need to talk," Logan began.

"There's nothing to talk about," Jean said not looking up.

"Yes there is," he reached over and took her book. He laid it on the table. "You and Diana need to work on your problem before you drive each other crazy."

"She's my problem," Jean sneered. "If she leaves my problem will leave with her."

"Jean!"

"What Logan?"

"That doesn't sound like you," Logan stood up. "This isn't you, Jean. You've been acting funny every since I came back."

"Well, you shouldn't have brought her with you."

"She has the answers to all my questions about my past," Logan replied beginning to pace. "And I wanted her to spend some time with Xavier, so he could see if she's lying or not."

"Well, she's got up a barrier that he can't break through. Even when she's unconscious."

"That's it," Logan turned towards her. "You don't like that fact that you can't get into her head."

"No!"

"Of course you don't like it." A new voice said.

Logan turned back to the door. Diana stood there, leaning on the door frame. The light from the hall window at her back.

"This is pointless," Jean walked over to the door. But Diana was blocking it, and she couldn't get out. "Get out of my way."

"FYI Grey, I can't control the shield," Diana replied stepping out of her way.

Even from where he was standing, Logan could see the look Jean gave Diana. It was one of those where someone would comment after that if looks could kill. Diana simply shook her head and came into the run. She went over to one of the chair and plopped down into it. Logan went over and sat on the end of the couch closest to that chair.

"I'm really sorry about her," Logan said. "I don't understand why she's acting like this."

"No reason for you to apolgize, Wolverine."

"Why do you call me that?"

"It's what I've always called you," Diana replied.

"Well, I'd really like it if you'd switch to calling me Logan."

"Alright, Logan," Diana smiled. "I might slip sometimes but I'll try."



Rogue came out of her room and went towards the stairs. She was really thirsty suddenly and needed a drink. She was almost to the stairs when she practically ran into Jean.

"Oh, I'm sorry Jean," Rogue said.

But Jean ignored her and continued down the hall. She turned suddenly.

"Rogue can I ask you some questions."

Jean went on to ask Rogue questions about Diana. Rogue didn't really know the answers to most of them. But the more Jean asked the more curious Rogue got. By the time they were finished Rogue really wanted to know the answers herself. She decided she was going to ask things.

She found Diana in the kitchen eating a sandwich. Rogue got herself a drink then sat down in a chair. Diana seemed to be ignoring her.

"Diana can I ask you some questions," Rogue repeated the words that Jean had said to her.

"Sure, Rogue," Diana put her sandwich down. "Go ahead."

"How long ago did you meet Logan?"

"Well, I don't remember an exact date," Diana replied. "Just a really long time ago."

Pretty straight forward answer. "What kind of mission did the two of you do?"

"All sorts. Rogue you catch me as the type of girl who likes certain things about her past kept private. So why all the questions about me?"

"Well, Jean started asking me stuff, and I didn't know the answer. I guess I'm just kinda curious."

"She can't get the answers herself," Diana stood. "So she sends someone else."

Diana stormed out of the room. Rogue followed her. Diana went up the stairs towards where the adults stayed. It suddenly hit Rogue as to where she was going.

"Hey, kiddo," Logan said.

"Logan," Rogue turned. "I think I upset Diana."

"Why, what did you say?"

"Well, I got curious after Jean started asking me stuff about Diana."

"So you asked Diana."

"Yeah, and well Diana got mad. Said that Jean couldn't get the answers herself so she sends someone else. The funny thing is, I'm not normally curious about other people. Do you think Jean..."

"Planted that thought in your head," Logan said. "I hope not, because if she did..."

Logan took off up the stairs in a run.



Diana stormed into Jean's room without knocking. Jean looked up from where she was laying on the bed reading. Diana glared at her.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked getting up off the bed.

"Yeah," Diana said. "Next time when you have questions, ask them yourself."

"What do you mean?" Jean replied coolly.

"You planted that thought in Rogue's head."

"You can't prove that."

"Really," Diana scoffed at her. "Your fear is proof enough."

With that Jean tried to bolt past her. She used her power to shove Diana against the wall. Jean ran down the hall. Diana broke free of the mental hold Jean had and took off after her. When she got close enough she grabbed Jean's wrist. She turned her around and pushed her against the wall. Jean's eyes widened with fear.

"Scott! Logan!" Jean screamed at the top of her lungs.

"You've pushed me way to far, Grey," Diana growled. "It's time you got knocked down a few levels."

Diana raised her fist to punch Jean in the face. She didn't mean for her claws to pop out. They just did. Suddenly someone yelled and then grabbed Diana's arms pulling her away. It was Logan. He pushed her up against the wall on the other side of the hall. Jean took off the other way. Scott was coming towards them. Jean ran past him and back into their room, slamming the door.

"What happened?" Scott asked.

Diana slid down the wall and hugged her knees. She'd lost it. She'd let her anger take over. She'd stepped over the imaginary line she'd drawn for herself years ago. A promise to keep her anger in check. A promise she'd just broked.

"I lost control," Diana looked up, not caring about the tears streaming down her face. "I lost control."


Paris

If the room had had windows it would've had a spectacular view of the Effiel Tower. But the room didn't have windows, and the only light was that which the large computer moniter let off. The man smiled at the computer. Never before had he been able to have the satelitte focused on such a small area. Never before had they all been so close to each other. Never before had the two he treasured most been in so much danger.

There was a noise behind him. The girl entered the room. He knew she hated this room. Her bird like personality didn't enjoy feeling so caged. He understood. So he rarely required her to come to him here. But this time was different, and there was nothing he could do about it. He needed her here so he could explain things to her. Tell her what awaited her.

"I know what I have to do," the girl said.

"I know you do," the man replied. "But you have to understand a few things."

Over an hour later the girl left. The man glanced at the computer screen. He was more than confident in the girls abilites to even the situation and protect the other two. But if the truth came out who would protect all of their feelings.