A/N: Thank you reviewers. Please continue to review, it's much appreciated, and if you have any ideas please put them forward. Sorry it took so long to update, although that sounds very vain considering my story is crap. Anyway, enjoy!

Jean pulled off the top layer of sheets from her bed. The sunlight filtered through the blinds and made a dappled pattern on the carpet. The first summery day of the year, and it was wonderful. Everyone seemed to find it hard to be angry, or upset when the weather was good. But still, a small shred of fear lingered in the back of her mind, fear that she would lose control, fear she would hurt someone she loved. She couldn't bare the thought of causing Scott pain, or anyone for that matter. At that point, Scott himself walked in and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok Jean, you seem a bit…..quiet?"

"I'm ok, just… I'm worried that I'll lose control, I mean, it's just so much power, and I don't want to hurt you"

"You have to stop thinking that way; I won't let anything like that happen. And neither will anyone else."

"I know, I'm just afraid"

Their lips met for a brief second, and Jean smiled. It was hard to worry with Scott around.

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The engines of the jet powered up one by one, and the basketball court began to creek open. Storm checked all the controls and took the plane up and out of the school. The jet roared, but Storm and Logan could barely hear it inside the thick walls of the jet. Neither of them said anything as they glided across the bright blue sky and headed across to the co-ordinates the Professor had given them. Storm spoke once, but just to say they were close. It was the first mission they had gone on since Alkali Lake, and it all seemed a little weird. Just as they were coming towards the location Logan spoke up. "It might help if they couldn't see us land" Storm just nodded and her eyes faded to a ghostly white. The clouds began to swirl together in a dark spiral. The wind picked up a fast pace and water fell from the sky in masses. Soon nothing was visible outside, and the jet's infra-red scope clicked in. The computer voice came on: co-ordinates have been locked, now approaching destination, please activate landing gear. As they touched the ground, the weather brightened back to its original self. Logan got out of his seat and peered out the windscreen, seeing a wide open space.

"It's a deserted farm, just out of London; there isn't space to land in the city."

"So how do we get there?"

Storm gestured towards the back of the jet. Logan was surprised to see a small motorbike, locked against the wall. Why hadn't he seen it before?

"I'll drive," muttered Logan with a grin on his face.

Speeding down the motorway, trucks and cars buzzing on either side of them, Storm and Logan both thought the same thing: What did the Professor mean when he said to make sure Logan goes ahead? They'd just have to wait and see…

Three Miles Away

Someone was waiting, listening, watching. Sensing Storm and Logan, and preparing…..

A/N: Dun dun dun! It's a cliff-hanger! I'm enjoying writing this so I'll keep going, but reviews would be a boost, and an inspiration as well.