A/N: Thanks again to those who have reviewed (the few, the proud, and insane for reading this far into the story) you know who you are. FYI, soon more will join the ranks of Toad loving fan fic writers and we'll eventually take over the world. Crap, I gave away the surprise.... Oh look the chapter's starting. fade in Ha! Fooled you!

It had been a week. A whole solid week since her encounter with green man named Toad and she had hardly slept since then. Every time Damia closed her eyes his face swam before her, forcing her to try to push him out of her memory. She found it very difficult to forget his green skin and hair, his dark eyes, his thick accent. Damia couldn't forgot the feeling of his eyes as he watched her or the feeling of his sallow skin under her hands.

Every time she managed to push these thoughts out of her mind long enough to fall asleep they always returned to her in her dreams. When she awoke she would forget the details, only remembering that he was in them. She would then shake herself and try to go on with her daily routine, luckily no one noticed her odd behavior and if the Professor had delved into her mind and saw the encounter, he didn't show it.

The flashing red figures on her alarm clock told her it nearly one o'clock in morning. With a sigh Damia rolled over onto her back while she reflected on the past week. Every time she stepped outside she had the feeling of being watched though she couldn't tell if she was just being paranoid or not. Then her memory flashbacked to his dark eyes as they watched her that night. Those wonderful eyes. Ugh! Stop it, Damia! He's a criminal, he's with the Brotherhood.

Professor Xavier's words came to mind as she reminded herself of Toad's criminal record. He had told her and a few others at dinner how Toad, Sabretooth, Mystique and Magneto were their enemies. He told them of their escapades, of all the innocent humans who had gotten hurt because of them. She hated them for that. And yet she couldn't help but be quite taken with the green man she had met.

With a grunt Damia rolled onto her side and began counting sheep. Her eyelids grew heavier as the past week's lack of sleep caught up with her. Just as the last wisps of consciousness were slipping away from her, Damia's eyes shot open. A scream had disturbed her as it filled the entire mansion.

Throwing back the covers she left the comfort of her bed and raced down the hall. She found herself meeting with Scott, Jean, and Ororo, they were outside of Logan's door. They exchanged looks before they threw the door open. Damia couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

Before her Rogue lay in Logan's arms, holes in her torso where his metallic claws had penetrated. Rogue's bare hand touched Logan's horrified face and he cried out in pain. Rogue was absorbing some of his powers causing her wounds to heal.

Before Damia fully registered what was going on, Rogue had pushed past her and the crowd that had gathered outside the door. Jean, Ororo, and Scott were bringing the now injured Logan to the infirmary. Damia's hazel eyes blinked a few times and her sleep induced confusion cleared.

"Alright," she said loudly as she turned to the crowd of students. "Nothing to see here." Only a few of the kids parted at Damia's attempt to break up the crowd. "Get back to bed or so help I'll make sure all join Logan in the infirmary." She shouted a little louder. At her threat the students all shuffled away while they murmured to one another.

With a sigh Damia followed them and fell face first on her bed, knowing that in the morning she'd have to talk to Rogue. Poor girl. She probably blames herself. With that last thought Damia passed out and slept like a log for the remainder of the night.

The bright glorious sun filtered through the windowed door which led to her balcony. Damia grunted and threw her blankets off. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were bleary. She rubbed them vigorously as she attempted to read the alarm clock. 11:15 in morning. I usually wake up at five. Oh well, more sleep for me.

After a quick shower Damia stood fully dressed in baggy jeans and t-shirt. She rummaged through the fridge for food. When she stood up again she was faced with a distraught Bobby. He looked extremely worried and was even frowning. Bobby never frowned.

"Hey Iceman. What's wrong?" Damia dumped her load on the table before she turned to her friend. Bobby was the first person in the Institute to befriend her and she wouldn't forget that anytime soon.

"Nymph, have you seen Rogue? I've been looking all over for her and I can't find her." Damia clearly heard the trouble that filled his voice.

At that moment she flashbacked to the previous night's events. With a sigh she looked at her panic-stricken friend. "Go take another look around. I'm going to talk to the Prof about it," Damia said calmly to Bobby. "Don't worry Iceman. If anyone can find her its Charles Xavier." She patted him on the back before leaving him in the kitchen with all her glorious food.

Damia waited in the hallway. She leaned against the door to Cerebro while the Professor was inside trying to find Rogue. A matter of minutes had passed when the doors slid open and Damia nearly fell to the floor. The Professor wheeled out and looked at her with a grim smile.

"She's trying to run," was all he said to her before he headed to his office.

Before long she was with Scott, and Ororo as they tried to catch up to Logan. As soon as the news reached his ears he was off like a rocket trying to find Rogue. He had even taken Scott's bike which thoroughly pissed off the mutant.

The bike was parked near the entrance to the train station as Damia noticed when she entered the door. Scott and Ororo each headed for a ticket booth to inquire about a young redhead while Damia searched the crowds.

As she tried to look over the heads of the people when she had the sudden familiar feeling of being watched. Damia looked around but she didn't find anyone with green skin. As she returned to her search she heard screams. People began to rush about the train station and Damia was being jostled about.

She saw the white hair of Ororo and tried to make her way over to her but to no avail. As she turned to find the source of the chaos she saw a large hole in roof of the station and Scott with his eyes clamped shut. Well that answers that question. But why...

A sudden gust of air interrupted Damia's thoughts. She turned and saw the cat-man hit the ground. Ororo's eyes were white and Damia could tell she was trying to fight off the beast. Damia concentrated on the floor of the station which began to rumble. It stopped suddenly though.

Damia looked at a shocked Ororo as she narrowly avoided green slime. The Sabretooth took that opportunity to attack, so Ororo was distracted from the mutant who attempted to slime her. Damia however looked up to see a familiar figure sticking to the ceiling. Damnit, Damia! she yelled to herself inwardly when she felt the tug on her heart.

Toad was looking down at her, he hadn't noticed her there until now. There was odd sensation in the pit of his stomach and cursed himself. Why did she have to look at him like that? Why did he care how she looked at him?

"Damia, don't just stand there. Do something," Ororo yelled as she continued her battle with the beast.

Looking back up at the criminal she thought of the best way to attack him but she just couldn't do it. Come on Damia! He's a criminal, a terrorist. Do something! As she looked up at him, their eyes met for a moment before he landed on the ground in front of her. Then she noticed that he had not attacked yet either.

"What's the matter, love," he asked with that thick accent of his. "Don't want to hurt a beautiful mug like mine?" His voice was sarcastic and cold, it stabbed at Damia to hear him speak that way.

Ignore that feeling and concentrate on what a bad person he is. She smiled impishly to mask what she was thinking from both herself and from the man infront of her. "I'm surprised to can stick to the ceiling with an ego like that weighing you down.

Toad managed to hide the fact that he was surprised by her words. Not to mention slightly hurt. I'm bloody mad. No, its this git infront of me. Where does she get off making me feel this way with those eyes and... NO! I'm doing it again. Just stop thinking all together.  

They stared at each other and Damia knew she had to do something but at the same time she couldn't bare the thought oh hurting him. Suppressing a sigh Damia concentrated on the air. A soft breeze ruffled her hair but it soon the wind was howling in her ears. Toad crouched down on the floor, sticking to it for support. The winds grew a little and began to swirl around him in a very small, and exceedingly gently tornado. Damia kept it at a low level, just strong enough to keep him rooted to the spot without harming him. Toad glared at her with his dark eyes.

Suddenly something was wrapped around her throat. It was a large and rather hairy hand and Damia could feel the claws attached to it. The strong grip tightened slightly and she knew that the owner of the hand meant business. She let the howling winds surounding Toad fall. The warm breath on the back of her neck gave her the heebie-jeebies but that was the least of her problems.

A tall man with a cape and helmet was walking towards her, he carried a limp form. Damia tried to choke out the name of the girl he carried but her assailant's grip tightened around her throat. Damia winced, watching as the girl was handed to Toad who followed the man with the helmet. She found herself being forced to follow as well, Sabretooth pushing her along.

Outside the small party was greeted by a great number of armed police men, their guns pointed at the man leading the way. At that point the hand around her neck loosened considerably while the cat-man turned and gripped his leader's throat.

"Let them go, Magneto,"he growled. Damia was surprised by this at first but when Magneto spoke again her confusion evaporated.

"Come out and show yourself, Charles," Magneto's clear voice rang through the air. Damia almost cried out with joy when she realized that the Professor was there to save her.

Her eyes carried to Toad who was slowly turning away, Rogue over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Unfortunately Magneto also noticed. All the guns that the policemen had been holding floated up into the air in an amazing show of Magneto's powers. All of them were cocked and ready to fire.

"It's the humans or the girls." Again Magneto's voice filled the night air. Damia's heart sank, she knew what was coming. For a moment no one moved. "Alright then, Charles."

Damia winced as one of the weapons fired. When she opened her eyes again she saw the bullet pressing into the flesh of one of the officers. It spun slowly as if time had been slowed down considerably.

"You can't stop them all, Charles." Magneto's eyes scanned the mass of people who stood before him with guns pointed straight at their faces.

She knew what Xavier's decision would be even before she felt the Sabretooth's hand tighten around her neck again. The bullet and guns dropped to the ground as a helicopter hovered before them. She found herself being buckled into the seat next to the unconscious Rogue. Magneto and the beast sat across from her and Toad took the co-pilot's seat.

As the aircraft lifted from the ground Damia couldn't help but scold herself inwardly. None of this would have happened if you had just attacked him! How stupid can one person be!? But at the same time she knew she couldn't have done it even if she wanted to.