Author's Note: This is a story of what happens after X3. I realize that I have to bring in a lot of new characters for this, but this is how the existing ones get on after the deaths of so many. I hope you like it. R&R!

Attention: Spoilers for X3!

Dimensia

The Day the Earth Shook

The rain cascaded down in heavy sheets for the fifth day in a row. The grounds of the mansion-school were long past flooding. Rivers and streams in the surrounding area had risen to dangerous levels and many people had been forced to leave their homes. Lightning from the torrential rains had struck several homes and killed two people. And Storm could do nothing about it.

The rains had been affecting not only the land, but also the mutant residents of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. The students were forced to remain inside for the third day in a row, and aggravation was beginning to show. Miniscule fights had broken out between children who were at odds with one another, and even some between friends. These quarrels, along with the outside conditions, made the moods of the teachers even worse. Storm was furious that her powers had no effect on the rains. Angel was beyond agitated that he could not get outside to fly. Kurt was constantly caught in the middle of student quarrels and had not had a good night's rest in almost a week. And Logan was growing more and more self-pitying by the day.

Today was an especially bad day for Logan's mood. He was getting more and more harsh with his students, but it had very little to do with his students. Though he couldn't work with them outside, they still had the gym. The true reason Logan was so angry was because of Jean. It had been nearly three weeks since her death and he still could not cope. But it only really affected him when he was alone with nothing to occupy him and take his mind off of her. The last five days had brought him only that.

Now he stood in his office and watched the rain pounding against the windows. Though he hadn't initially been too happy with the thought of an office, he now spent most of his time in it since the rain started. His thoughts were once again of Jean. How he had killed her, the look in her eyes, the way she asked for it to happen. He something to take his mind off of her, something more than just teaching. He needed a mission and he needed it now.

As if to answer his dreary request, the professor called Logan to his office. Grudgingly, Logan left the dark quiet of his office.

It was only two weeks ago that Charles Xavier had returned to them. No one was quite certain of how it happened. The only they knew was that he transferred his own conscious being into that of a man whose consciousness had been lost long ago. Beyond that, no one dared question his return. They only cared that he was here, and he, for the moment, only cared to find the mutant who was causing the storms. For five days he had been unsuccessful.

When Logan reached Xavier's office, he noticed several of his fellows already present. Storm was there, along with Angel, Beast, Nightcrawler, Bobby, Kitty, and Colossus. "Isn't he still a little young for a mission?" Logan asked, gesturing towards Colossus.

Xavier smiled slightly and replied, "After Alcatraz I should think he will be fine. And I have explained the situation and Hank has been more than happy to assist us with this. Now, before we go any further, I need all of you for this mission."

"Why?" Storm asked. She saw the danger in all of them leaving the mansion at once. Charles was very powerful, but she still worried for the safety of the children.

He smiled in response. "Because I believe that I have located the mutant who is causing the disturbance. She is in on an island not far from here. From what I can tell she is completely alone on the island, but she possesses incredible power. I need you all to bring her here."

Beast nodded, but Colossus was skeptical. "Do you have any other information on her? What she looks like or what she can do?"

Charles sighed and replied, "I don't know anything else about her, but she has enough power to cause this." He waved his hand towards the window where the rain came down relentlessly. "Do not worry about her looks; you will know when you find her. I have a feeling that she is unmistakable."

With that said Charles escorted the group to the jet and watched them leave towards what he was certain of as the cause of all of the problems…and perhaps the solution.


Inside the jet the mood was tense, Logan was silent and wondering whether or not it was safe to have the younger one with them, but Storm was just as uncomfortable. After all, her power was being in control of the weather, and she didn't like the thought of meeting the mutant who could override her powers. Only Beast still looked calm and composed.

It was not hard to identify the direction the island was since the weather conditions only got worse. Strong gusts of wind pushed them closer to their destination and they soon reached the island. When they did, they had trouble making a landing. It was not the ideal conditions and they nearly crashed. But the moment they landed and stepped onto the flooded earth, they felt rushing tremors beneath their feet.

"Logan," Storm asked, "Can you sense anything?"

He raised his head to try and sniff the air, but all he got was a nose full of water. "Nothing," he replied gruffly. He was already starting to doubt their mission. It was clear that the mutant didn't want any help from them. She must have been doing this on purpose.

"I suppose we shout try to identify the source of the disturbance," Beast offered. "It all has to be radiating from a source." They all nodded and decided that this was the best course of action. In a few moments they realized this was a good idea. The tremors were stronger and the rain was being blown in circles from the gusts. Logan began to wonder about the possibility of tornadoes.

It took nearly sixty pain-staking minutes to fight through the wind and rain. The tremors constantly knocked them off their feet and threatened to open up the earth and swallow them. But soon they heard an ear-splitting scream. Knowing that it could be no one else, they fought harder to reach her. And soon they came upon a sight that even Logan pitied.

She was crouched in the center of a large puddle. She was in a position that strongly resembled the fetal position. But her hands were tearing across her flesh, ripping at it and drawing blood. Her hair, it seemed, was a dark shimmering color with no particular name, but it was also matted with blood. Her clothing was ripped and torn to the point of indecency. All around her lightning was crackling, the earth was shaking, and winds were forming small lethal tornadoes.

The X-men were awed and horrified. "We can't get near her!" Colossus shouted. He was fighting hard to remain where he was. His metal body had proven useful against debris, but he was so heavy that he had no sense of balance and the winds blew him over constantly.

"You can't, but I can!" Logan shouted. He crouched towards the ground, taking a huge risk, and used his claws to anchor him to the ground. Gradually, he clawed and crawled his way towards her. The ground held steady even though there were times when it shook violently beneath him.

He called out to her when he was within earshot. "Stop! Stop this! Calm down!" There was no sign of movement at his words and he was sure that she hadn't heard him. Seeing nothing else to do, he came next to her and hit violently in that head. She wavered for a moment, massive power still emanating from her, then she fell to the ground unconscious. The winds immediately died and the ground stopped shaking. The rain and clouds lessened and disappeared only a few minutes later.

"You didn't have to kill her, Logan," Storm said when she walked over to his side.

"She's not dead," he said softly. "She's too strong for that."

Looking down at her, his heart ached once more for Jean.