Snikt! The gate collapsed, seperated b the 3 adamantium claws extending from Logan's fist.
"We're in."
He whispered comicly to Spell, who stood less than 5 feet behind him.They snuck through
the woods, which were still clinging to the last shadows of night, though the sun was begining to
rise. Spell's dark eyes gleamed as they slipped past the high-tech security of the mansion.
Suddenly Storm walked by, accompainied by Spell's older daughter, Rage. Spell looked to the ground and spoke quietly to her daughter.
"Hey kidda. So nice to see ya. Have you met Mr. Logan yet?"
Rage could nearly smell the guilt radiating off her mother, as well as hear the edge in her mother's
voice, but said nothing.
Then Logan spoke up.
" We might as well tell her."
Then he turned to Rage.
"Hello daughter."
Rage just stared at him, a growl forming on her lips.
Inside the mansion:
Remy awoke from his deep sleep, with the sudden sensation of having lost something, of something missing. Then he realized what he was missing, HIS DAUGHTER!
Flash was no longer there. He sat up almost too quickly. As he did he noticed the tarot card lying on his pillow. On the back was a message, written in the scrawling hand of a ten year old.
"Mon Papa,
Flash be realising Flash has been making Rougy very mad at mon mamma and mon papa. Flash be very sorry. Flash be leaving so that ya'll be happy.
Amour,
Jean Luc Lebeau
Flash"
The card was tearstained and looked well-handled and old. Rouge knocked on the door, then opened it to find herself staring into tear-filled scarlet eyes.
"Remy, sugah? What's wrong?"
Rouge asked as she rushed toward him. He held up the tarot card and spoke a single word.
"Flash."
Rouge understood what he meant aand ran to find the Professer.
One hour later:
Charles looked perplexed, Rouge looked guilty, Gambit scared and tearful, and Spell's face was expressionless.
"Spell?"
Asked Rouge.
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
Spell didn't reply, didn't really need to.
Charles then used Cerebro to find Flash, and sent Rouge to get her. When the two returned, matters seemed to have been resolved, on both sides.
Later that night:
Two forms shifted after Wolverine, out on his nightly walk. They followed him untill they reached the thick of the woods.
There was a whisper of words,
"Bye, Bye Daddy."
Then there was the sound of claws extending and a thump as Logan landed on the forest floor, bleeding profusely from mutiple wounds in his back.
Spell, appearing out of nowhere, knelt by Logan's seemingly lifeless body.
"Backstabbing Kids."
She whispered to the darkness that now occupied the space where the attackers had stood.
Then she knelt next to Logan's ear, a single bit of almost irony on her lips as she attempted to revive him.
"Guess we were't such stangers anyway. Might have been better that way, though, handsome."
THE END