Shalimar's thoughts raced through her head upon hearing the starting words. She stood frozen in silence over her fallen love.

Dead? She can't be dead. She can't leave me. We promised we'd never leave each other. I can't live without her. I can't be alone in this world. I can feel my whole world spinning out of control. We're meant to be together. Without her I'm just Shalimar, alone. I need to be Shalimar with Emma. I can't stand alone in a world so cold towards my kind without her hand to keep me grounded. We didn't have enough time. How could she do this to me? I need her so much. Emma…Emma, come back to me.

"Ma'am," the man said in a soft voice to try to gain Shalimar's attention.

"No!" Shalimar screamed as she bent down closer to the fallen psionic. "She's not dead. She can't be dead!" Shalimar argued as she shook Emma's lifeless body in her arms. "Emma! Emma wake up!"

"I'm sorry ma'am-"

"Shut up!" Shalimar barked as she turned to flash him a pair of angry yellow eyes.

The man's eyes widened as he slowly took a step back into the now more heavy rainfall. The thunder rang loudly above their heads as if to mourn the passing of the psionic. Shalimar looked over the face of her lover in her arms. Tears began to fall from her eyes to burn their way down her cheek and drop like acid into the angry rainstorm. As Shalimar looked over Emma's features, it occurred to her that the psionic had probably drowned as it appeared she'd been grabbing her neck to try and breath.

"Wait, I don't think she's dead," Shalimar said as she lifted Emma to turn her on her back. "I think she drown. We gotta get the water out of her lungs."

The man helped Shalimar hold the psionic up as she pumped the tiny bit of water from her lunges. Shalimar quickly turned her over to lay her flat out on the pavement. She titled Emma's head back as she began to perform CPR on her fallen love. She tried her best to remain as calm as possible as she took Emma's life in her own hands knowing if she failed she wouldn't be able to go on the same.

Shalimar pushed on Emma's heart harder as she attempted to revive the psionic. She bent to press more air through her lifeless lips in hope it would reawaken her. As she returned with fading hope to press on her chest once more she felt the psionic suddenly gasping for breath beneath her. Shalimar couldn't hold back a relieved smile as she took the psionic in her arms and lifted the upper half of her body to hold her close. Emma coughed as she tried to regain control over her unsteady breathing. Shalimar felt a huge relief as she held her love close not wanting to ever let her go again.

"Shal," Emma said softly in a low voice as the feral realized she was hugging her awfully tight.

"Oh, sorry," Shalimar said as she smiled and released her grip. She pulled herself back to cup Emma's face and smiled as she looked into her eyes.

"I thought I lost ya there."

Emma swallowed hard as she steadied her breathing and rubbed her sore neck.

"Like I'd die before you ever took me to Paris," she said as she reassured the feral she was going to be just fine.

Shalimar laughed and thrust herself forward to hug the psionic once more.

"I told you that was your only flaw."

The by standers smiled as they saw Emma was in deed just fine and headed back into the restaurant to resume their business.

After a few minutes of their embrace, Shalimar stood to her feet and lent a hand to Emma on the ground to pull her up as well. When she stood she found herself in the tight embrace of Shalimar once again. She wrapped her arms around the feral to pull her close.

"We're getting rained on, hun," Emma reminded as she rested her head on the ferals' shoulder.

"You're right. Let's go upstairs and get out of these wet clothes."

Shalimar grinned as she broke their embrace and took the psionic by the hand. With eagerness they quickly headed into the inn and made their way upstairs. They entered their room and slammed the door and quickly found it hard to keep their hands off each other. Like two magnets drawn to each other they ripped at each others clothes never letting their bodies get more than a couple inches from one other.

Within minutes their wet clothes were thrown recklessly all over the darkened room as their hands groped at each other with hunger. Emma threw Shalimar to the bed making the feral growl with desire at her taking charge. Shalimar clutched her hips and pulled her forwards forcing her to fall to bed as well. She climbed on top of her lover and kissed the length of her body passionately warming up every inch of the psionic.

They pulled and grabbed at each other with such desire, need, and intensity that they'd never experienced before. They threw out all thoughts outside the room and didn't care that they'd by far drowned out the sounds of the thunderstorm.

"Wow," Emma finally gasped she cuddled herself into Shalimar's awaiting arms. "And I thought dying took a lot out of you."

Shalimar smiled as she held her lover close and rubbed gentle circles across her soft forehead.

"Promise me you won't ever die again," she pleaded as she looked down to Emma stretching her arms across her. The psionic giggled and shifted in her arms.

"Hhmmm…," she said in a playful voice as she thought it over. "I'll promise, if I can go to Paris, that is."

Shalimar rolled her eyes and took the psionics' hand in her own to place a kiss on her palm.

"Seriously, I can't live without you, Emma. I need you."

Emma always loved hearing Shalimar confess her deepest feelings. She knew Shalimar wasn't always the type that did the whole fluffy, sweet thing and it meant a lot to her when she was so open and deep like that. She loved how she was able to spark those feelings inside the feral and took pleasure in knowing that no one else could do it like she did.

"Ok, Shal, I promise I won't die again."

Shalimar huffed in non belief.

"Oh, really?"

"Well, if I don't hold up to it, you have the right to yell at me."

Shalimar laughed and moved herself closer to the psionic.

"You'll never hear the end of it."

As the two lay in each others arms listening to the sounds of the soft rain beating against the window Emma smiled at the comfort she felt.

"You know, this is nice. Being here, just the two of us like this."

"It's you that makes it nice. Just don't go dying on me again," Shalimar agreed as she slowly rubbed Emma's back.

"It's nice. I mean, we can relax now. No pain in the ass mutants to deal with, no fighting, no messes to clean. It's so nice without the guys."

Shalimar laughed and hugged Emma tighter.

"You got that right."

"Well, we do have one mutant to deal with."

"Barbie?"

"Yeah. No one kills me and gets away with it."

"So she is a mutant?"

"Yeah, a psionic in fact. She used her powers on me before I even had a chance to react. I thought she looked familiar but I couldn't place her face. Then I remembered I saw her a long time ago in the New Mutant Database. I don't know why she'd wanna harm me now though."

"Maybe she had the hots for me," Shalimar joked. "And decided to kill you in her jealous mutant rage."

Emma laughed at Shalimar's accusation.

"Not likely." She shifted her eyes at the feral to flash her a sexy look.

"What are you saying? You don't think I can attract a psionic? I got you didn't I?" Shalimar playfully reminded her.

"Maybe she had the hots for me, like you said."

"Well, I think we should tell Adam right away. There might be more to her that we should know."

"Well, I think that can wait," Emma said as she rested her head on the ferals' shoulder and pulled her tight. "After all, she thinks I'm dead. Let's just enjoy the peace and incident free moments while we can."

"Well, it's not truly incident free. The power's still out. But still, it's somehow perfect for right now." Shalimar smiled and kissed her lover softly on the lips.

A/N: Not done with these two just yet ;)…