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They'd been walking all night through the dimly lit corridors. Many of the younger ones were being carried, and many of the others were falling back. Toad marched on attempting to be oblivious to the ever-nagging pain in his side and the ever-nagging pain in his ass. Storm walked a few feet away and had not stopped in complaining to Jean about him since he'd begun to walk up front.

It was getting ridiculous. He had a great urge to just stomp her. He could almost feel the satisfying crunch beneath his boots, the soft squelch of skin and organs being collapsed in on itself. He grinned at her wickedly.

In the redhead's defense she appeared not to be paying any attention to her friend. She kept glancing back at the younger mutants and glancing up at her fiancé Cyclops, who was currently setting a relentless pace. Toad didn't mind. The sooner they broke ground, the sooner he could escape.

He didn't regret coming. Every time Storm threw a scathing look his way, or a muttered comment he thought back to the little Scottish girl he'd seen talking to Rogue. He was getting soft, he supposed. Too long living by himself had made him sentimental, made him long for the company of others.

Now he had it in abundance.

"Ororo, STOP IT."

Toad's eyes widened as the rest of the troop became silent to watch the scene.

"He saved my life. He risked his own life to come here and help us."

Storm looked shocked at the outburst.

"But, he's -"

"A Terrorist? A member of the Brotherhood? What? It doesn't matter Storm, he helped us."

Storm was staring at Toad now in a way that made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. She suddenly pressed past Jean and stalked toward him, hands clenched at her sides until she towered over him looking down her nose.

"Tell me why you would do this. Convince me this is not some trick."

Toad narrowed his eyes.

"Sod off."

He tried to move around her, but she stepped in his way.

"Convince me of your pure intentions now, or else -"

"Or else what, luv? You'll electrocute me again?" He crossed his arms over his chest, and continued, "I don't have to explain myself to you."

She was nearly shaking with fury, the air in the tunnel suddenly shifting this way and that, sweeping through her hair, waiting for an outlet.

"I will call down all Hell upon you if I think for one second that you- "

"That's enough."

Cyclops now stood between them.

"Storm. That. Is. Enough."

She turned traipsing ahead, heeled boots making a clacking echo in the silence.

Cyclops turned to Toad to offer an explanation? A warning? An Apology? Toad didn't' wait to find out. With a huge amount of effort, considering what pain he still was in, he leapt up to the ceiling and clung to the dark rock blending with the shadows. He scurried up, intending to stay well out of sight and hopefully left alone.