*-*-* Weeping Willow *-*-*
*-* Chapter Ten *-*
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."
~ Mother Theresa
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"I'm not getting any answer from the mansion. Or from Charles. I think something's wrong," Jean said, a cell phone in her hand.
"Let's just keep trying. There may not be anyone around to hear the phone," Storm said.
"If Logan's ignoring it, I'll kill him," Jean said. Willow and Kurt sat up on a beam in the rafters so that they could talk without Jean and Storm hearing anything but a mixture of echoing voices.
"Are you feeling any better?" asked Willow. Until about five minutes ago, he was still shaking.
"Sort of," Kurt sighed. "I just vish I could remember vat happened before."
"Yeah," Willow said quietly. "It'll be better once we get back home. Everyone's nice there, and they'll make sure you're alright."
"I'm a little nervous to leave. Even other mutants are frightened by me," Kurt said.
"I've never been frightened by you," said Willow. "And I don't know why anyone should be. You're so nice to everyone."
"It's not zat," Kurt said, shaking his head sadly. "Ven you look different zen everyone else, zey look at you, no matter how nice you are. It vas different in za Munich Circus, though. I vas almost accepted zer. By ze audience and ze crewmembers. To zem, I vas just an acrobat in unusual make up. I vas ze Incredible Nightcrawler, and everyone cheered ven I finished my act. Now I'm not even ze Incredible Nightcrawler anymore. I'm just plain old Kurt Vagner." He hung his head and looked down at his hands that were folded in his lap.
"You're more than just plain old Kurt Wagner. You're ze Incredible Kurt Vagner," Willow said softly in his accent with a smile. Then her pale cheeks turned pink. "At least you are to me," she said quietly. Maybe that was a dumb thing to say...she thought for a moment. Kurt smiled, but didn't look at her.
"Sank you," he said. Willow took advantage of the particularly long, uncomfortable silence.
"Know what?" Willow asked.
"Vat?" asked Kurt, his eyes shifting over to her.
"When I first met you, I didn't even think twice about how you looked," Willow said.
"Now you're lying," Kurt told her seriously, his eyes piercing through her.
"I don't lie, especially to you," Willow told him just as seriously. Kurt shook his head in disbelief. He was sure that she was lying to him. How could she possibly be telling the truth?
"You jumped a half a foot in ze air ven you first saw me," he said.
"Well it's not every day someone just appears in front of you, especially in a crummy neighborhood at night," Willow told him honestly. "That's what made me jump."
"I really vish you vould stop lying," Kurt said quietly.
"I really wish you'd stop accusing me of lying. 'Cause I'm not," Willow said.
"How could you not see a demon when you look at me?" asked Kurt. "Everyone else does."
"Am I everyone else?" asked Willow.
"Vell, no...," Kurt said slowly.
"There you have it. I think you're being very cruel to yourself," Willow said.
"But all of it is true!" argued Kurt. "Ven people run away from me, zey say 'look out, it's a demon! Run...,'" His voice trailed off in sadness. He sighed.
"But it isn't true. That's my whole point," Willow said. "You don't look like a demon, and you certainly don't act like one. You're the nicest guy I've ever met. Also the most depressed. I think you need to look on the bright side of life more often."
"I do," Kurt said, sounding a little offended.
"You don't act like you do," Willow told him.
"I try...," Kurt said quietly. Willow smiled warmly at his meek behavior.
"There aren't that many things to be unhappy about. I mean, what, you've got blue skin. Big deal. My friend Rogue can't even touch anyone with her skin. She could kill people that way. Think about how bad that would be," Willow pointed out.
"Zat vould be a little vorse," Kurt said slowly.
"And I bet everyone wishes they had a tail. I know I used to," said Willow.
"It's very handy sometimes," Kurt admitted with a nod and a pair of raised eyebrows.
"And I dunno about you, but I think yellow eyes are cool," Willow said.
"Your eyes are a little yellow," Kurt pointed out.
"But they're mostly green," Willow said.
"I like zem," Kurt said. Willow's cheeks turned pink again and she looked away from him with a smile. "Green is van of my favorite colors."
"Danke," she muttered.
"Bitte schön," Kurt said. He was smiling now. Willow was glad she was able to make him feel better. "I'm sorry for all of zis. I'm usually pretty optimistic about my life and my appearance; it's just that lately...lately I've just been a little lonely. It gets harder to keep your chin up ven zer's no one around to see."
"I can understand that," Willow said.
"Hey," Storm called up into the rafters. Willow and Kurt looked down. "Why don't you guys come down? We're leaving now." Kurt leaned over and put his arms around her. He gave her a quick smile. The rafters were gone, and they were down on the floor. Kurt let her go and they headed out to the jet.
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The sun rose over the horizon as they drove. Bobby and Rogue were asleep, but John and Jackie sat awake. Jackie was fiddling with her chain. She was chewing on her lip a little bit, feeling bad about hurting the intruders, but liking the rush she got from it. The chain buzzed a little with electricity.
"Careful with that thing," John muttered when he detected the sound. Jackie set it in her lap. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Nothing," Jackie said quietly.
"It doesn't look like nothing," John said. Jackie sighed.
"Just sorting out the old emotions," Jackie said. There was a pause. John stared at Jackie while she looked straight ahead.
"You know, we're a lot alike," John said for lack of anything better to say.
"How so?" asked Jackie looking over at him.
"Well, we've got similar powers, and we're both sorta hot headed," John said with a grin.
"What's your point?" asked Jackie raising an eyebrow at him.
"No point," John said simply with a shrug. "It just struck me funny."
"Hmm," Jackie mumbled. There was another pause. "So I never got to ask you...How did you end up in Westchester?"
"I don't really like to talk about it," John said. "But I'll tell you one thing, I didn't black out Las Vegas."
"For the last time, I didn't black out Las Vegas. I didn't even get the strip. There are houses there, you know," Jackie said. John grinned and chuckled quietly.
"I'm just foolin' around," he said. "You're kinda touchy."
"So're you," Jackie returned bluntly.
"But I'm not cute when I'm mad. I'm scary," said John.
"I can be scary," Jackie said. He was starting to piss her off, but he kept grinning.
"You couldn't scare me," he said, his smile showing in the tone of his voice. Suddenly Jackie realized something.
"Wait...did you just call me cute?" she asked.
"Maybe," John grinned. Her cheeks turned red.
"Ah," she said with a nod.
"You don't seem cool with that," John said.
"No, no....it's fine...I'm cool," Jackie stammered.
"Which explains the static," John said motioning to Jackie's hair, which was all standing on end. She tried to smash it to her head, but it wouldn't lay flat. John's T-shirt was sticking to Jackie's skin like dryer sheets on freshly dried clothes. He snorted and smiled.
"Sorry," muttered Jackie, trying to peel his sleeve off her.
"You really don't have much control over that, do ya?" John asked, obviously amused by the entire conversation.
"Apparently not," Jackie sighed, laughing nervously. "I mean, I've been trying, but it's harder than it looks."
"Understandable. Used to be the same way with me," John said.
"You guys wanna wrap up the love talk? There's a couple'a kids in here enjoying their beauty sleep," Logan grunted from the front seat.
"Sorry," they muttered. No one spoke until they reached the city of Boston. The sun was completely up by now. Logan had to wake Bobby up to give him directions to his house.
"We can camp out there until I figure out how the hell this stupid little cell phone thing is supposed to work," Logan said. Bobby directed them to his house, which took near a half an hour to get to. Logan parked against the curb and they got out. Bobby led them up to the front door where he lifted up a fake lawn turtle. There was a key underneath, which he used to get into the house.
"Ronny? Mom? Dad?" called Bobby. No one answered. "I guess they're not home," he said. "I'll try to find you guys some clothes. Don't burn anything," Bobby warned John. Bobby and Rogue went upstairs while Logan walked off to take a look around the Drake household. It was all very homey and normal. It was one of those houses that you could tell that there were two parents, two kids, and either a cat or a dog. And maybe even a little bowl of fish somewhere. Jackie almost resented this feeling. She had a dad and a dopey little brother. No mas. Her mother had died when she was younger. She grew up around men, and therefor, acted like one sometimes. When she was young, she made friends with boys in school, and refused to play dress up or dolls. When she became a teenager, she ignored the feelings she had towards the opposite sex as long as she could. She didn't know anything about being girly, and knew too much about guys to even want to feel that way about them. She looked at John who was drifting into the family room, looking at the framed pictures on the walls. He was a mystery, though. Not like any of the other guys she'd ever met. Ever since she'd arrived at the school, she wasn't sure if she liked John enough to date him, or if she loathed him enough to kill him. Bobby came downstairs with some jeans and shirts for both of them.
"You can stash your pajamas on the couch, if you want," Bobby said. John and Jackie took turns changing in the bathroom. Jackie came out of the bathroom with a pair of blue jeans that were too big around the waist, her white tank top, and a white, blousey over-shirt on. She left the overshirt open and went to find John. She came around the corner of the family room and stopped. He was looking at the pictures of Bobby and his family. They looked so happy.
"I wonder if he's ever gonna tell 'em," John sighed.
"Tell them what?" asked Jackie coming closer.
"Tell them that he's a mutant," John said taking his eyes away from the picture and turning around to look at Jackie.
"They don't know?" asked Jackie.
"Are you kidding? They think he's at a frickin' prep school," John said.
"Wow," Jackie said with raised eyebrows. The sound of the back door opening echoed through the house and all who were in it froze. The voices of Bobby's family issued from the open door, then stopped.
"This could get ugly...," John muttered.
"Who are you?" asked the voice of Bobby's dad. Bobby and Rogue came quickly down the stairs and went into the kitchen. "Bobby, why are you home? Who is this?"
"This is uh....Professor Logan," Bobby said. John snorted and Jackie sniggered. The thought of Logan as a professor was too much.
"What's he doing in our house?" asked the voice of Bobby's mother.
"I think I need to tell you guys something," Bobby said slowly.
"Here it comes," John muttered. Bobby came into the family room followed by his confused family.
"Who are they?" asked Mrs. Drake.
"This is John and Jackie. They're my friends," Bobby said. Bobby's mother looked overwhelmed and confused.
"I'll get you some tea," Mr. Drake said. He left the room and Ronny and Mrs. Drake sat down on the couch. Bobby sat next to his mother, and Rogue next to him. The rest were left standing.
"What is it you wanted to tell us?" asked Mrs. Drake.
"Actually...dad needs to hear this too," Bobby said slowly. Ronny was looking at Jackie with a weird look on his face.
"What?" asked Jackie.
"Did you dye your hair that color?" asked Ronny.
"No, it's natural," Jackie said. Ronny rolled his eyes and sat back with his arms folded over his chest. Mr. Drake came back with Mrs. Drake's tea and sat down.
"Alright, Bobby. Now what's the matter? Why are you home from school?" asked Mrs. Drake.
"Well...for one thing, I haven't been going to a prep school. I've been going to a school for mutants," Bobby said. He waited in suspense for his family's reaction.
"Why would you want to go there?" Mrs. Drake asked looking confused. Bobby didn't answer. "We thought you were going to a school for the gifted," said Mrs. Drake slowly.
"Bobby is gifted," Rogue said. "Show her, Bobby." Bobby touched his mother's teacup with his index finger. Jackie could hear the liquid freezing. Mrs. Drake's mouth dropped open as she turned over her cup and let the solid block of tea fall out onto her plate.
"He can do a lot more than that," Rogue said. Ronny suddenly got up and went upstairs. His parents looked after him for a moment, but then focused their attention back on the matter at hand.
"Bobby...well, it's just that the mutant problem has become-," Mrs. Drake began to say.
"What mutant problem?" asked Logan from the doorway.
"Complicated," Mrs. Drake finished. "What exactly are you the professor of, Mr. Logan?"
"Art," he said with a straight face. Bobby's mother could sense his sarcasm and shrugged the reply off.
"Bobby, have you ever tried...not being a mutant?" asked Mrs. Drake timidly.
"It doesn't really work like that, Misses Bobby's mom," Jackie said.
"This is all my fault," sighed Mrs. Drake.
"Actually, they recently discovered that the mutant gene is passed on from the males, so it's...his fault," John piped up pointing briefly to Bobby's father. Jackie only then noticed that John had been flipping his lighter again.
"Will you please stop?" asked Mrs. Drake, obviously becoming annoyed.
"Are all of you mutants?" asked Mr. Drake nervously.
"Yes," Jackie said firmly. A phone rang and everyone looked at Logan.
"That's me," he said. He pulled the cell phone they'd gotten from Cyclops's car and headed outside. He pressed the sides and the bottom slid down.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Logan?" asked Jean's voice.
"Hey," he said.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"We're at Bobby Drake's parent's house," answered Logan.
"Alright, we're on our way," Jean said.
"And Jean? Make it fast," Logan said, not wanting to go back inside and deal with Bobby's ignorant parents. He hung up and stuffed the phone in his pocket. He reached for the sliding door to go back in the house when he saw someone duck behind a bush in the reflection. He threw open the door and shut it.
"We gotta go," Logan said.
"What?" asked Rogue.
"Now," Logan said. On their way out of the house, a window was bashed in, making Mrs. Drake yelp in surprise. Logan's claws flashed out of his fists before he opened the door and stepped outside. There were four cop cars on the lawn and another in the street. The four cars on the lawn had their doors open, two cops per car hiding behind each door. They all had guns poised at the five of them. There were two cops on either side of the deck.
"Drop the knives!" cried one of them.
"This is all just a big misunderstanding," Logan said.
"Drop the knives!" yelled the policeman again. Logan rolled his eyes.
"I can't," he said. He raised his hand at the cop. "Look," he started to say, but before he could finish his sentence, the cop fired. Logan fell to the ground, a bullet hole in his head. Rogue screamed. Jackie's heart skipped a beat and her eyes grew round as a small trickle of blood began to seep from the hole. Bobby's mouth was ajar.
"Get on the ground!" yelled the cop. Rogue, Bobby and Jackie slowly flattened themselves against the ground, but John stayed standing.
"John, get down!" Jackie hissed, but John ignored her. He looked at all the police and then down at Logan. He was only trying to show that guy what his claws were, and the cop shot him dead. He flipped open his lighter and looked at it.
"You know all those mutants you hear about on the news?" he asked lighting it. "I'm the worst one." He took the flame from the lighter and threw it at the cop that had shot Logan. He threw another fireball at the cop car nearest to the house, which burst into flame. He held his lighter and pointed it at the cop of the other side of the deck. A horizontal column of flame blew her off the deck.
"John, stop!" screamed Jackie. He ignored her again and threw an exceptionally large flame at one of the other cop cars, sending it flying into the air. It landed on top of one of the other cars. Rogue took off one of the gloves that Bobby had given her and grabbed John's ankle. The flame in his hand was suddenly extinguished. Rogue stuck out her other hand and gritted her teeth. The flames that were burning the grass diminished but did not go out. Jackie heard a clink and looked over and saw a bullet on the deck. Logan's eyes opened and he stood up. Jackie couldn't believe what had just happened. Maybe he can heal himself, or something...she thought. Rogue let go of John, who looked almost ready to pass out. The wind picked up Jackie's hair and blew it straight into her eyes and mouth. She fought it and looked up, seeing the x-men jet landing in the street. She'd only seen it once, but she never forgot how it looked. The hatch lowered and they ran over to it and climbed the stairs into the jet.
"Hey," Jackie said seeing Willow in one of the isle seats.
"Hey. What's going on down there?" asked Willow.
"John just torched half the Boston police force," Jackie said flatly, anger and annoyance in her voice. She spotted Kurt crouched in the seat next to Willow. He smiled sheepishly at her. "Is this the famous Kurt?"
"Yep," Willow said. Jackie nodded.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jackie, Willow's friend," said Jackie.
"Bergrussungen und höflichkeit," Kurt said. "I am also a friend of Weide's."
"So I've heard," Jackie said. "She talks about you so much, it's scary." Kurt smiled a little and looked at Willow's blushing face.
"Well I...I was worried about you, and I just...," Willow babbled. Kurt chuckled.
"It's alright," he said. Logan passed by, but not without noticing Kurt.
"Who's this guy?" he asked.
"Kurt Vagner," he said. "But in ze Munich Circus, I vas ze Incredible-,"
"Alright, that's good," Logan said, cutting him off. Everyone sat down as the hatch was closed. Storm and Jean got the jet off the ground and headed towards to school. Logan began to fill her in on what had happened while Jackie was filling Willow in.
"Is everyone alright?" asked Willow.
"I dunno. Some of those soldier guys aren't, though. Between me, Bobby and Logan, we prolly took out at least ten," Jackie said.
"Please don't tell me you killed someone," Willow said seriously.
"I don't think I did...," Jackie said slowly. Willow gave her an angry look. "Well I'm sorry! It was self defense, and I'm not so good at controlling it when I'm being attacked in my pajamas by army men with guns!"
"Who vould attack a school?" wondered Kurt.
"I dunno, all I know is that it was scary as hell, and I'm not looking forward to going back," Jackie said. She spotted Willow's headphones around her neck. "Can I listen to some music? I kinda need it right now."
"Sure," said Willow taking the headphones off and removing her Discman from her front pocket.
"Thank you," said Jackie, shoving the ear pieces into her ears.
"Don't get your ear wax all over those," Willow half joked.
"I don't have ear wax," Jackie joked in a prissy British accent before turning up the volume almost full blast.
"You're so full of crap," Willow said with a grin.
"WHAT?" Jackie said loudly on purpose. Willow giggled and gave her the finger. "LOVE YOU TOO!" Jackie practically yelled.
"Pipe down back there," Logan snapped. Willow smiled and sighed.
"Do you act like zis all ze time?" asked Kurt meaning Willow and Jackie.
"Mmhmm," Willow said with a nod. "We're a laugh a minute, me and Jackie."
"She seems nice," he said.
"She is. A little obnoxious at times, but she's a nice kid deep down," said Willow with a grin.
"Hoooow long will I slide?" sang Jackie loudly and out of tune. Willow scooted over and kicked her in the shin. "I don't...I don't believe it's bad. Slittin' my throat is all I ever haaad." Kurt grinned and laughed quietly.
"She's ruining that song for me, singing it like that," Willow sighed.
"Vat is it?" asked Kurt.
"Otherside by the Red Hot Chili Peppers," said Willow. Kurt nodded. After about a half an hour of flying in almost complete silence, save the muffled wail of guitars coming from Willow's CD player, Logan decided to break the quiet.
"How far are we?" asked Logan.
"We'll be at the school soon," Storm said. After another ten minutes, there was a beeping up front.
"What's that?" asked Logan.
"Approaching aircraft. There's two of them," Storm said. The radio crackled to life and a foreign voice began to speak.
"Unauthorized aircraft, please lower your altitude to twenty thousand feet." Two air force jets appeared at either side of them.
"Well somebody's angry," Storm said with a hint of sarcasm.
"I wonder why," Logan said looking back at John.
"Lower your altitude to twenty thousand feet," said the voice again. One of the pilots jerked their index finger down. Jean and Storm looked at each other. After a moment, the air force jets fell behind them.
"They're dropping back," said Storm. A harsh beeping noise issued from the control panel.
"They're marking us!" cried Jean. Willow's stomach knotted. "Buckle your seat belts!"
"Marking? Are they going to shoot at us?" asked Willow as she messed around with her seat belt. Her question went unnoticed. She looked at Kurt with a frightened face. He had his eyes closed and was making a cross over his chest. Jackie lowered the headphones and looked confused.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"A couple of military planes are about to shoot us down," Willow told her.
"Your shittin' me," she said.
"Put your seat belt on," Willow told her.
"This is just not my day," she said flatly as she fastened it. Everyone else did what they were told, but Rogue was having a hard time with hers.
"Don't we have any weapons in this heat?" asked Logan, sounding a little frantic. The sky outside darkened with storm clouds and in front of them appeared a tornado. Jean dodged it easily. Logan sat down in a seat and quickly fastened his seat belt. More and more dropped out of the sky. Willow sat frozen in awe and fear. She wished she could see what was going on behind them. Suddenly the jet corkscrewed around one of the tornadoes.
"Please don't do that again," John said weakly.
"I agree," Logan said.
"That would have been really cool if we weren't in some serious shit right now," Jackie groaned.
"One down," said Jean as one of the jets disappeared from radar. Suddenly, the beeping sound went crazy. "They've fired! There's two of them!" cried Jean. Both planes were down, but the missiles left behind were trailing the jet and closing in fast. Storm had let the weather return to normal and she took over the controls. Jean concentrated. She could see the missile in her mind and focused on it. She felt it wobble a little when the fins on the back that were meant to keep it stable began to come off. The missile lost one of these fins, tumbled through the air for a moment, then exploded behind them.
"One more," Storm encouraged Jean. Jean looked as though she was struggling. As hard as she tried, she couldn't seem to shake the last missile. It came closer to the jet.
"I can't....oh God!" she whispered. With a deafening explosion, the back of the jet was ripped to shreds. Rogue still hadn't gotten her seat belt on. The gaping hole in the back began to suck the air out of the cabin, taking Rogue with it. Willow could hear her scream as she flew past her and out the back of the plane.
"No!" shrieked Willow, looking back to try and see the last of her friend.
"Rogue!" shouted Bobby. Willow inhaled the fleeting smell of brimstone. She looked over into Kurt's vacant seat. He was going to save her.
Rogue tumbled through the air, the oxygen almost completely sucked out of her lungs. Tears slid up her face and she was sure she was going to plummet to her death. Just as she decided this, someone wrapped their arms around her and the free falling feeling was gone.
Kurt reappeared inside the jet with Rogue safe in his arms. Willow breathed a sigh of relief, but then took it back as she realized they were headed straight for the ground. Her breath caught in her chest and she saw everything in slow motion. Jackie had her eyes closed and was wincing. Bobby was looking at Rogue, and John was looking straight ahead out the window, watching the earth rush towards them. Willow closed her eyes and waited for death. But it never came. Just as they were about a hundred feet from smashing straight into the ground, the back end of the jet sealed itself back up.
"Jean?" asked Storm.
"It's not me!" she cried. The ground was only twenty feet away now. And all at once...the jet stopped. Willow opened her eyes and looked out the front windows of the jet. Two people stood outside. One was an older male who looked about the same age as Professor Xavier. He was shaking his head with an amused grin on his face, holding his hands in the air. The other was a woman who was completely blue skinned, though not as dark as Kurt. She had dark red hair and yellow eyes. The man with his hands up moved them slightly and the plane slowly touched down onto the ground. Willow and Jackie looked at each other, neither believing what had just occurred.
"Are we dead?" asked Jackie.
"I don't think so...," Willow muttered. Logan removed his seatbelt and stood up. Jean and Storm did the same.
"What're Magneto and Mystique doin' out here?" he asked.
"I don't know," Storm said. "Be on your guard. Kids, stay here until we give you the go-ahead. Kurt, can you stay with them?"
"Sure," he said. Storm, Jean, and Logan lowered the hatch and exited the jet. Willow could hear them talking to the two new people. Kurt helped Rogue to sit down in one of the seats. She was shaking and her face was as white as her bangs. Bobby got up and sat next to her. She put her arms around them and they sat there like that for a long time. That jealous feeling had come back to Willow, even at an inappropriate time like this. She suppressed it and undid her seatbelt. She stood up and stretched a little.
"What a day," Jackie sighed. "I can't take much more of this. Another day like this one and you're gonna have to come visit me in the loony bin."
"Maybe we'll be roommates," Willow said. Jackie grinned and gave Willow her CD player.
"Here. I wanna be able to actually listen to things that are going on," said Jackie.
"Thanks," Willow said as she stuffed it in her pocket.
"You guys can come down now," Storm called into the jet. They came down the stairs of the hatch and looked at who had saved them. Magneto gave them all an arrogant smile.
"No thank you's?" he asked. No one said anything for a moment.
"Thanks," Willow said shortly.
"At least one of you has manners," he said. "What's your name?"
"Willow," she said hesitantly. She didn't trust him.
"Is it?" he asked with interest. "And what are your gifts, Willow?" She held her hand over the ground and brang it upward. A large nettle grew close enough to Magneto's leg to sting him badly if his skin had been exposed to it. Magneto raised an eyebrow for a moment. "That's a clever trick," he said. He gently bent the stem back with his foot and snapped it against the ground. Willow winced in pain. "But with a price, I see," he said, noticing the wince. "Now, I suppose if we're going to ever get out of here, this jet's going to need some maintenance."
"Who said you're coming with us?" asked Logan.
"I hold some very important pieces of the puzzle," Magneto said. "Believe me, you'll want to know what they are."
"At any rate, the jet does need to be fixed. I'll check out the damage while the rest of you set up camp. I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while," Jean said with a sigh.
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