Divine Source

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Chapter 14

"Taylor," Chris called worriedly. "Taylor, come on. You've got to come out of there sometime." Taylor had been in her room for two days. No one had seen her, other than her roommate, and she talked to no one. Chris was getting worried and Logan was getting more irritable. Even Scott, who spent most of his time waiting for Jean's recovery, was beginning to worry.

"Taylor," Chris tried again. Losing his patience, he gave an irritated sigh. "Look, if you don't come out of there, then I'm coming in!" When he got no response, Chris frowned irritably and orbed inside of Taylor's room.

"Professor!" Chris panted orbing into Xavier's office. He ignored Logan, who was standing the far right corner of the room, and headed straight for the professor. "Taylor's missing." Xavier frowned.

"Excuse me?"

"Taylor's missing. She's not in her room and her things are gone." Xavier looked sharply to Logan who was striding over to the desk.

"What are you talking about? Her scent is all over that hall." Chris shook his head.

"Then she just left. Look, all I know is that she's not in her room and all of her things are gone. Rogue said she spoke to her this morning so she must have just left." Logan nodded.

"She couldn't have gotten far," he said to Xavier breathlessly. Chris laughed mirthlessly.

"Yes she could," he contradicted. "She can orb." Logan paled and the professor moved his wheelchair from behind his desk.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"To Cerebro," Xavier answered. "It found her once before, it'll find her this time." Chris shook his head.

"She'll have already found a way to block it. The only way I can think to find her would be to track her or summon her."

"Summon her?" Logan asked skeptically. "Can you do that?"

"I don't know. She might be too powerful for me, but I can try."

Taylor trudged through the heavy snow in the thick boots she's bought from the village she'd just passed. She'd run away from the institute hours before. She'd long since blocked Cerebro with her magic so that it couldn't track her. She was sure Chris didn't know how to track as he wasn't really a whitelighter, so she figured she was safe from him.

Taylor had packed her things after seeing Rogue that morning and orbed out of the institute. Before she knew it, she found herself in Vermont. With her quirky brand of luck, she'd landed right in the middle of a snowstorm. It was thinning out, but she knew she'd have to find shelter soon.

She glanced at the map the woman had given her in the store. There was a cave up ahead. Once there, she could figure out where she was going to go because, right now, she didn't have a clue.

Taylor sighed as she came upon the cave she'd been looking for. As far as she knew, nothing lived inside and she'd have shelter, so she'd be safe. She moved along slowly and made her way inside. Once there, she took off her pack and pulled out a granola bar and water, she was hungry.

"Shit," Taylor said to herself as her teeth clanked against one another involuntarily. "I need a fire." She glanced out of the opening of the cave where the thick snow covered everything, including her footsteps. "No chance of dry wood." She took a deep breath.

"To warm my bones so I may fight, make for me an endless light," Taylor said before she could think. A healthy fire then emerged right in front of her and warmed the entire cave. Taylor smiled. "Cool. Total misuse of magic, but cool." She sat back against the cave wall and began thinking.

'What am I going to do?' she thought. 'I can't go back to the institute. I don't need them any way. I'll be fine on my own. I just know it.' She sighed again and leaned her against the wall. Before long she'd dozed off, all her worries gone.

"Have you written the spell yet?" Logan asked Chris. The two men were in the living room, working on the searching spell.

Chris inwardly rolled his eyes. Logan had been uncharacteristically worrisome since he'd found out Taylor had left. While Chris had to admit that it was nice to see that Logan cared. He was starting to get annoyed. He was just as worried about Taylor, but he could only work so fast. A spell of this nature would take work. He couldn't just use anything that popped into his head. If he did, they'd end up with any and every witch but Taylor.

"I'm working on it," he told Logan not unkindly. "But this is a complicated spell."

"What about that scrying thing? That would work, right?" He seemed desperate.

"Well," Chris said thoughtfully. "I'd need something of hers to make it work and, even then, I believe that she'd have blocked it. I told you, she's powerful." Logan nodded, although Chris could tell that he was unhappy with the answer. Chris sighed again as the knot that had formed in his stomach grew. It had begun once he'd learned Taylor was missing, but he couldn't make it go away. It just got bigger and bigger.

"Call me if...," Logan trailed off, knowing there was nothing he could do. He just glared at Chris and stalked out of the kitchen. Chris shook his head and went back to writing his spell.

"Where are you?" he whispered to himself.