Divine Source
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Chapter 15
Chris slammed down his notebook on the table. It was impossible. There was no way he could write a spell that would pull Taylor back. He just couldn't think. There was so much pressure; the same pressure that had driven him to run. He sighed as he ran his hands over his face. He wasn't going to run again. He couldn't leave Taylor like he'd left Wyatt. He couldn't have her blood on his hands too.
Chris groaned and laid his head on the kitchen table. He was exhausted, but he knew he couldn't rest until he'd found Taylor. Damn Wyatt, giving her the power to orb. Why couldn't he have just left it at astral projection or something?
Suddenly, Chris snapped his head up. Orbing. He hadn't thought about that enough. He could track Taylor through her orbs, like a whitelighter. Like his father would've done.
Taylor awoke to the sound the fire crackling. It was still good and warm within the cave. The fire she'd created was still blazing merrily in front of her, which seemed to be a good thing because it had begun snowing again. Taylor stood and pulled out two thick blankets and a travel pillow from her pack. If she was going to sleep, she'd be comfortable.
She laid out her first blanket and then the other on top with her pillow. Before lying down, she pulled out four crystals she'd charmed for protection and placed them around herself and her fire. That way if anything came to hurt her, human or otherwise, she'd be safe.
She slipped off into sleep, not noticing the glint of metal in the moonlight as Magneto made his way towards her cave with his mutant flunkies in tow.
"Professor!" Chris called as he ran into the professor's office. Xavier was sitting behind his desk with his eyes closed. Logan stood in the corner of the room, staring aimlessly out of the window. Scott stood next to him speaking in hushed tones. At Chris' energetic entrance, all three men turned to the panting witch curiously.
"Yes Chris?" Xavier asked softly. Before Chris had come barging in, Xavier had been trying to link with Taylor's mind in hopes of finding her. However, as soon as the young man had burst through the door, Xavier had lost all concentration. It wasn't a lost anyway as Xavier had been nowhere near finding Taylor.
"I think I know how to find Taylor," Chris panted. His eyes roamed anxiously over the faces of Xavier, Logan and Scott.
"How?" Logan walked from his corner to Chris in two steps.
Chris opened his mouth and started to tell Logan that he was seriously invading his personal space, but thought better of it. They had to find Taylor. However, Logan was making him nervous. He was so close that he was breathing Chris' air and Chris felt the need to orb to a different part of the room.
"Um, her orbs." Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Her what?"
"Her orbs," Chris tried again. He looked towards the professor for help. "You know, those white-blue things that appear when she orbs." At the professor's understanding nod Chris continued. "Anyway, I thought that she may not have covered her orbing tracks."
"And this will help us find her?" Scott asked speaking for the first time. Chris nodded.
"If she hasn't blocked her signal, then she'll be easy to find."
Taylor woke with a start. On instinct she looked outside of her protected circle. She blanched.
"Shit," she whispered. Standing around her were Mystique, Magneto, and Pyro. Pyro winked at her.
"Hi beautiful."