a/n-yeah i know, deja's one of those i-never-say-a-word types, but i'll try to open her up

            "Lo..n…up."

            Logan stirred, still caught up in his nightmare.  Then he opened his eyes, almost immediately forgetting the scenes of experimentation that replayed themselves in his mind.  He had heard a little of what the words were around him, but was still to asleep to understand any of it, or to even recognize that they were words.

            "Logan…Logan," his favorite voice said.

            "Jean?"

            Logan looked up and saw the wonderful Jean Grey, all in red, leaning over with her mesmerizing smile.  "Wake up Logan."  He smiled, somehow comforted by the sound of sweet melodic voice.  But he didn't understand what was happening when her eyes turned red and she said in a deeper voice, "Wake up."

            "Ah!"  Logan jumped up, now completely awake.  After analyzing what happened, he determined that what it was a dream.  He shut his eyes, the pain of her death once again reopening in his heart, and let out a long sigh of grief.  He ran a strong hand through his tousled hair, looking around his bare room.  There was nothing much in it, but that wasn't what bothered him.  His claws shot out from his right hand, and he brought them up to his face to examine them.  She had Adamantium too.

            "Logan!" a woman called.  It was the only other woman he knew around here other than…Jean.  Rogue really shouldn't be called a woman yet.  Logan's claws retracted and he got up, pulled on white T-shirt, and looked outside his room.  "Get out of those sweats," Storm smiled.  "We need to go to Northern Virginia."

            "Why?"

            "Come on, don't keep me waiting."  She turned away, smiling at his amiable frustration.

            The two didn't say much on the X-Jet.  Once and a while Storm would state the condition of the jet, but she knew not to bug him.  He was off somewhere, thinking.

            "I had another dream," he said softly as they were about to land.

            Storm looked at him promptly, interested in why he felt moved to say that.  He liked to talk to her more than Scott, and especially more than Rouge or Bobby.  "Did anything change?"

            "…What's a phoenix?"

            "What?"

            "I've a heard of them, but what are they really?"

            The jet beeped and Storm was momentarily distracted, quickly modifying the controls and landing the jet in a rural area where it shouldn't be discovered.  "Why did we have to take this thing anyways?" Logan asked.

            "Hmmm?"

            "Couldn't we drive?"

            "…Wouldn't that take time?"

            Storm and Logan entered a small city near D.C.  They looked around, but neither of them really knew what they were looking for.

            "The Professor said we should try the 7-11," Storm suggested.  Logan entered and held the door for Ororo, but when he looked back she wasn't there.

            "Storm?"

            He heard muffled sounds from the Korean church yard around the corner and looked over.  He spotted Storm who was lying unconscious on the grass.  He jumped inwardly and ran over to her.  But before he got to her and leg came out of no where and snapped his head back.

            His claws were already out and he looked up, livid, but…He turned his head in curiosity at the site.  For a second he saw Lady Deathstrike, her metal nails ready to annihilate him, but then he saw what was really in front of him.  A young girl, no older than Rogue, who was holding a long hook and waiting for him to advance.  She did sort of resemble Lady Deathstrike, having the same complexion and build, jet black hair and similar eyes, but he couldn't shake the feeling of eeriness in his mistaking her identity.  In fact, the two even had the same blue, heartless eyes.