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Chapter 7

Walking down the hallway, looking for Storm, Wolverine heard the sound of gun shots. Surely Jean couldn't still be in the danger room! She had been about to drop from exhaustion when he had left her. He didn't admit it to him self but he had been avoiding Jean, and had made himself scarce when she looked as though she was about to come out. He had told himself that he was thirsty and needed water and would come back when Jean had finished. This was a lie and he knew it, but he felt too guilty when he thought it so he decided it was easier to just lie to himself.

Turning the corner he was sure of it now, the sound of guns were clear, but it was now accompanied by the sound of a scream. That scream was so feral and full of fear that he would have thought that it came from a wild trapped animal. Wolverine set off at a sprint and nearly ran into the door of the danger room. Trying the handle and finding it jammed, he unsheathed his claws and started slashing the door away. He could hear nothing now, and that scared him more than the sound of guns. Finally he got through the door and stood looking at the terrifying scene before him. The Danger room was destroyed, and in the rubble two bodies lay, one propped up against the wall and one lay flat out with her back bent scarily over a piece of rubble. Jean's eyes flickered open and she stared at what she had caused.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean to" Jean whispered. Hearing her voice Wolverine started towards Jean.

"No!" Jean put all of the force she had left into that word, and Wolverine stopped in his tracks.

"Don't come near me, I caused this, I don't deserve help. Help Storm." Jean could only stare at Storm's unusually pale face that seemed to get lost in the sea of milky white hair that fanned her head. The scratch on her forehead seemed to jump out at Jean. Tears rolled silently down Jean's cheeks, how could she have done this? What had that man made her into?

Wolverine moved quickly across to Storm and felt for a pulse. There was one but it was very faint. Going against all of his training for treating an injured person, he quickly picked Storm. He knew she needed to be in the hospital wing as soon as possible, he turned at the door way wanting to say something to comfort Jean but seeing the despondent look on her face, he knew whatever he said, she was not going to hear. He turned and trotted down the hall, keeping Storm as still as possible, sending out a message to the Professor to get to the hospital wing as soon as possible.

He reached the hospital wing and lay Storm gently down on one of the beds. He held her hand until the Professor came with Scott. He sat there praying that she would get better, for her and for Jean, because if anything happened he knew Jean would not survive either. When the Professor arrived he left Storm and hurried back down the corridors to find Jean exactly where he had left her, but fortunately this time unconscious. Picking her up he followed the same route again. Entering again he saw the Professor and Scott working hard to save Storm. Scott looked up, confusion on his face.

"What the hell happened?" Wolverine looked down at Jean.

"I think Jean attacked Storm. She was mumbling something about it was all her fault when I got there." The sentence hung in the air so you could almost see it.

"But why?" For once Scott seemed lost for words.

"I think I know." The professor's voice broke the silence.

"Jean came to me this morning looking for answers, unfortunately we hadn't hidden our sympathy for Jean well enough. She guessed we knew and automatically assumed I had read her mind while she was unconscious. When I told her that it was in fact Storm who had told us, she asked how she knew. I wouldn't tell her, and I think when she saw Storm she blew up emotionally before asking questions." At that moment the heart monitor Scott had put on Storm started bleeping and from then on they were too busy saving Storm's life and trying to see what damage Jean had sustained to ask anymore questions. Eventually Storm's condition was stable and while Jean was still unconscious there was no serious damage done.

"Storm is doing well and I think Jean will be sleep for a while. And we have a school to run, I think we can leave them for a little while. Scott and Logan opened there mouths to protest.

"No we have to children to think about too, they will be alright on their own for a little while." The Professor was not going to give in, so the two men saved their breath and went and kissed the two women lightly on the forehead. They turned and with one last look all three of them left the room.

A few hours later, Jean's eyes fluttered. Opening her eyes she looked around her, why was she in the hospital wing? Slowly she sat up and looked around the room, only when her eyes fell onto the sleeping form of Storm did she remember. Gasping Jean rushed over to the side of Storm's bed, and gently held her hand.

"Oh Storm I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so angry at him, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry, please wake up Storm, please, please." Her cheeks became wet with silent tears. Rocking backwards and forwards she softly stroked Storm's head.

Storm's hand twitched just very slightly, but Jean was too busy apologising to notice. A soft moan escaped Storm's lips.

"Storm?" Jean's whisperings became more persistent "Storm hunny, it's me, please wake up. I didn't mean for this to happen. Please get better." Very slowly Storm's eyes opened.

"Jean? Is that you?" Storm's eyes suddenly widened as she remembered what had happened.

"Are you ok?" Typical Storm, Jean thought, always thinking of others before her.

"I'm fine, I'm really, really sorry Storm. I didn't mean it, I don't know what happened to me." She trailed off hopelessly. How could Storm every forgive her after what she had done to her?

"Jean, it's ok. I'm not mad at you. I know what made you do it. You where mad at him weren't you? But you couldn't take it out on him so you took it out on the first person around." Jean nodded slowly.

"How, how did you know?" Jean had trouble keeping her mouth shut, how did Storm understand her so well?

"Because I saw the look in your eyes, it was the look I once wore. I know what you're going through and I'd like to help you if you give me a chance." Storm looked into Jean's eyes and saw shock and then only love. But there was no pity, Storm could have kissed Jean, because she saw no pity at all in Jean's eyes. Jean only said one word.

"Please" They embraced and Storm began to realise that this new found friendship could benefit her as much as Jean. Some scars never heal but by understanding each other and what they had gone through, they could reduce those scars greatly.

Fin

Ok I wasn't planning on ending the story there but it seems like quite a nice ending, what do you think? Should I give it up now? Or carry it on?