Divine Source

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Chapter 12

"You want to be her what?" Logan growled at Chris. They were all on the jet on their way back to Xavier's. Chris and Taylor had explained things to them, about Chris' disappearance and reappearance. Logan had been with them up until Taylor said something about a whitelighter.

"Her whitelighter," Chris responded not in the least deterred by Logan's attitude towards him.

"What the hell is that?"

"I'd basically be her guardian angel," Chris admitted. Logan glanced him over before turning to Taylor.

"I don't like it," he told her. "I don't trust him."

"He's Wyatt's brother," Taylor said as though it explained everything.

"Yeah and look what happened to him. I'm sorry," Logan apologized once he saw Taylor's face crumple. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"Yes, you did." Taylor turned away from Logan to calm herself.

"So what do you think?" Chris asked after a few moments. Taylor looked to him.

"I think you're crazy. I'll think about it, but only because I loved Wyatt." Chris nodded and Taylor turned to Cyclops who was staring adoringly (or at least he would have been if his visor wasn't blocking his eyes), at the unconscious redhead he held in his arms.

"So is this who we were looking for?" she asked him. He nodded and Taylor smiled. She could feel his happiness at having this woman back. She meant the world to him. She reached out to Logan's emotions and was surprised to find them different. Oh, he was happy to have the woman back, but the intense feeling of love was gone. He didn't feel for her like that anymore.

Taylor sighed. She wondered who this woman was and what had happened, but she thought it best not to ask. She couldn't chance setting off any strong emotions while she was so tired. She wouldn't be able to fight her powers.

The next morning Taylor woke and looked up at the ceiling as she tried to remember what had happened the day before. She winced as she remembered Chris' arrival. How would she answer his question? She didn't know yet. On one hand, having someone who knew more about demons than she did seemed helpful, but on the other how did she know he wouldn't pull another disappearing act?

Logan walked quietly into Jean's hospital room at the institute and wasn't surprised to see that Scott was already there by her side. "How is she?" Logan asked walking up to Scott. The younger man held back a scathing remark.

"Unconscious. The professor doesn't know when she'll wake up." He sounded so depressed that even Logan took pity on him.

"But she will wake up, Scooter. Don't forget that." Logan stared into Scott's face a moment before turning and leaving. He went to find Taylor, he needed a good fight.

He found her and that Chris guy sitting in the kitchen looking through her witchy Book of Shadows thing. He almost growled loudly when he saw how cozy the two were, but stopped himself. He couldn't behave this way about her. He didn't even know her. Logan turned with a huff and went to workout alone. Damn hormones.

"So you just banished the Woogy?" Chris asked disbelievingly. "I can't believe he escaped again. We'll have to come up with something that will permanently stop him from returning."

"I agree, but what? All anyone has come up with is the Halliwell spell."

"I don't know, I have to think on it. Maybe if we used a potion…" Chris trailed off as he stared into Taylor's hazel eyes. He found himself feeling as though he were drowning and pulled away, knowing the danger.

"Maybe," Taylor agreed not noticing Chris' change in behavior. She flipped the page in the book. "Oh great!" Taylor said as she felt the pull of a vision. Chris' head snapped towards her and he placed his hand on hers to tap into her vision.

There was a large blob. It oozed in all the wrong places. Without warning it took the shape of Taylor and then Chris before moving out into the world.

Taylor gasped as she was brought back to reality carrying Chris with her. She looked over at him in disbelief.

"Did you just jump in on my vision?"

"Yes," he responded without apology.

"Then did you see what I saw?"

"Yes."

"Good, so I'm not losing it. What was that thing?" Chris shrugged before looking back at the book and noticing Taylor's hand was touching a page. He flipped it over.

"An Image Changer," he said once he'd gotten a good look at the picture. Taylor glanced at it and nodded.

"It's an Image Changer alright. But how do we stop it?"

"It doesn't say," Chris responded as his eyes raked over the book. He stopped and looked over at Taylor with a smile.

"What?" she asked clearly agitated.

"You said we. Does this mean you want me to be your whitelighter?"

"One thing at a time, man. Now, back to the Changer."

"Right. Well, we can write a spell to make it show it's true form, and then a spell to vanquish it so that we don't vanquish an innocent."

"Okay, that'll work, but how are we going to find it." Chris shook his head with a small smile.

"You really should let me be your whitelighter. Come on, don't tell me you've never heard of scrying."

"Oh, right." Taylor jumped up. "You get started on that spell and I'll be right back."

Taylor ran down that hall, passing the workout room as she did so. She saw Logan inside, beating the crap out of one of the heavy punching bags.

'Wonder what's got him so worked up,' Taylor thought. Momentarily distracted, she entered silently. With a small smile she crept up on him and tapped him on the shoulder before orbing as he swung around and, on instinct, drew his claws. Logan stared at the empty space for a second, confused, before light laughter graced his ears. He sniffed the air before relaxing. It was just Taylor.

"Jesus, Ice," he said turning to face her. "Warn me before you do that again."

"Where's the fun in that? What's got you so worked up?" Taylor asked. "Before I came in here to cheer you up you were killing that bag." She pointed.

"Don't want to talk about it, kid."

"What did I tell you about that?"

"Would you get off my back!" Logan shouted suddenly angry. He didn't understand it, but the look on Taylor's face showed that she might.

"Fine," she said shortly.

"Kid," Logan called out as she brushed past him and out of the room. "Ice, wait! Damn."