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Chapter 7: Present Time Blues

Storm sat in the Blackbird. It had been an entire day since Logan had gone out to find that mysterious silver-haired stranger. She sighed. Maybe he just couldn't find him. maybe he just got lost. She was beginning to worry. Her dark brown eyes strayed off into the darkness searching for a sign of her comrade.

"Maybe I should contact the professor." she questioned herself. "No, It's to soon for that. He won't expect us back so soon, anyhow. I shouldn't get myself so worried!"

Storm took of her black leather suit and decided to go to sleep. Wherever Logan was, he could find his way back. If he wanted a place to sleep he would come back too. She jumped into the makeshift bed and closed her eyes. 'Don't worry about him. He's fine. He's been on his own before. It's not like he's a kid anymore!' she thought before drifting off to sleep.

Feudal Era
Miroku, Inuyasha, and Logan had started to make camp. Well, it wasn't much of a camp. They had pulled out some blankets and started a fire. Simple yet sweet. Shippo was running around with Kirara, playing.

"Hey, fox brat!" grumbled the hanyou. "Why don't you make yourself useful and get some firewood!"

Shippo stuck his little, pink tongue out at Inuyasha and ran into the woods. He came back with a very large load of firewood. He stumbled and fell, the sticks and twigs scattered everywhere. Inuyasha burst out laughing.

"Kagome! Inuyasha is making fun of me!" he cried.

"Inuyasha...."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Miroku helped little Shippo pick up the mess and place it on the burning blaze. Shippo then sat down and started coloring with his bright crayon's Kagome had given him. He colored and colored, little pink tongue clenched between his teeth in concentration. He went threw countless pieces of paper, trying to reach perfection.

"What you drawing? A tree or something?" smirked the hanyou, looking over the kitsune youkai's shoulder.

"No! Can't you tell what it is!?"

"A weed?"

"No!"

"A demon?"

"No!" yelled the little kitsune, kicking his legs and giving Inuyasha an evil look. "It's supposed to be Mr. Logan!"

"Logan?!" snorted the half-breed. "And here I thought it was a deformed Jaken!"

Inuyasha was rolling in the ground laughing. The kitsune frowned and flicked his tail. He handed the crayon drawing to the real Logan. Logan looked it over. It was a crude drawing but he could see the resemblance, vaguely. He saw his little metal claws and black suit. He smirked. Shippo snatched it back.

"Well, if you're gonna laugh at it, give it back!"

"I wasn't laughing. I can actually see the resemblance."

"See, Inuyasha. Someone recognizes good art when they see it!" said the kitsune, sticking out his tongue at the hanyou. "I guess you're just to stupid to see a masterpiece!"

"You little brat!" Inuyasha chased a screaming Shippo into the trees.

Logan laughed, but inside he frowned. 'Is Storm worried? I should have been back by now? What will happen when I come back without that dog-demon?' he thought. He signed and leaned back. He closed his eyes and wondered.

"Hey, Logan? Something wrong?" questioned the demon exterminator.

He exhaled and opened one eye to looked at her, then leaned back into a comfortable position.

"No, I'm fine. Just tired." he lied.

Present Time
Storm saw Logan in the mist and fog. She ran over to him without gaining even a foot. She blinked and the setting changed. A body now lay before her. Logan's body. It was charred and singed, covered with crimson blood. Her eyes snapped open. She was breathing heavily.

She sat up and lay in bed. She jumped out and went to see if Logan had returned. He hadn't. She checked everywhere.

"Wolverine, where are you."

Storm, who was worried sick, decided to contact the professor. She sent him a message that read:

'Professor, Logan hasn't returned yet. Could you check on him using Cerebro?'

She sent the message to him and waited. She tapped her foot on the ground and frowned, frustrated. The waiting was annoying her. After about a half an hour she received a message, reading:

'I checked on Logan's location using Cerebro, but he was no where to be found. I don't see how he could have passed out of my sight. I will keep checking, but you shouldn't be too worried. He is bound to turn up.'

The weather goddess read the note over and sighed. How would he not be showing up on Cerebro? If he was dead would he show up on Cerebro? She signed and tossed the note.

"Well Wolverine, you're on your own now." she whispered.

End Chapter

Merry Christmas and a Pippin New Year! A little short I know. I'm sorry if it sounded a little bit Logan/Ororo this chapter. I didn't really mean it to. I love little Shippo's drawings so I just had to add that in. My computer is fixed!!!! Hail to whomever did it! Review please! Excuse my bad spelling.