"Laura?"

Jean watched as the dark haired girl stood at the edge of their campsite, backpack in her hand. She'd frozen, the wind blowing into her face and ruffling her hair. What had she scented?

"Laura." Jean moved over and touched Wolverine's daughter, causing her to flinch and jerk away after flashing Jean a split second glance. But with her pink sunglasses on and her expressionless face, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking….

Impossible for a normal human being.

But Jean didn't want to admit that her powers were still incredibly weak. She hadn't felt herself…not for a long time. It was worrying her…that they were so vulnerable. Yes, she had Laura…but Laura was just a little girl, no matter her powers or who her father just so happened to be. Jean personally felt like she needed to have the responsibility of looking after both of them. Yet, she couldn't. And she didn't know why.

She should have healed by now—or at least mostly be there.

Why couldn't she just be like Logan for god's sake?!

Laura burst into a run, causing Jean to blink quickly and snap from her thoughts as the girl took off into the trees. "Laura!" Where was she going? "Laura!"

The dark haired girl raced through the trees, faster and faster as the scent carried on the breeze only got stronger and filled her nose. "Daddy!"

She could see him through the trees! He had come back for them! They didn't need to worry anymore…

Laura suddenly halted as the broad, rugged figure in the trees stepped from the shadows, eyes dark. Six claws slid from between his knuckles.

This wasn't her daddy.

Laura swallowed the fearful lump that formed in her throat and spun around, slinging the backpack around her shoulders and tearing back through the trees to find Jean. She nearly smacked into the red-head coming to find her. "Run!" she pushed Jean in the other direction, back toward the motor back. "Run!"

Jean didn't ask why, or glance over her shoulder. She ran, letting Laura take up the rear. The young girl's eyes darted around them in the forest as they skidded into the campsite. Jean darted over to their supplies only to have Laura shove her in the direction of the bike. "No time."

She pushed Jean toward the front of the motorbike and hopped on the back, yelling something in Spanish rather frantically.

Jean was positive it meant she needed to hurry up.

The engine revved and the bike flew forward and through the forest. It was then that Jean opened her mouth to ask *why* exactly did they leave their supplies behind and *what* were they running from.

The question didn't make it past her lips.

Through the trees behind them burst a familiar figure. One that normally…brought much comfort. But not this one…not this time.

Jean quickly turned back around to look where they were going, trying to stifle the fear, the reminder of what had happened in that cabin. That this time, there was no Logan to save them.

"Oh god…" she whispered under her breath, pushing the bike to it's limit, having to weave in between the trees and having too many close calls for comfort. They couldn't keep this up…he was only getting faster and more furious.

It then that Laura made a decision. One that…she'd already made before in the maple tree. She was going to protect Jean, like her daddy would. Because he wasn't here.

She turned to look at Jean, catching the pretty woman's eye in the side mirror of the bike and placed the backpack on her shoulders before the woman could protest. "Keep going."

Laura turned back around on the bike and pulled her feet up till she was in a crouch.

One.

Two.

Three.

With a cry she jumped, claws out, into the face of their pursuer.