Professor Charles Xavier had made his way to the park where Storm and Wolverine had been waiting for him; the newly begun rain was the least of his worries as Wolverine appeared in front of him, Storm not far behind.
'We must hurry, I suspect Magneto has finally made contact with her, he caught me off guard.'
Storm caught up with Wolverine, 'What do you mean he caught us off guard?', she said, 'We've been watching her for weeks now.'
Wolverine grimaced and opened his mouth to pass comment, but the Professor shoved the science journals in his hands before he could make so much as a syllable.
'Put those in the van Logan, and stay inside it, Storm we're going to need a bit more severe weather.'
Storm hurriedly entered the van, and started to get into the driving seat, 'My turn Storm, you're on weather duty remember?' Logan muttered as he brushed past her, sitting himself down with an expectant look back to the Professor.
'Magneto approached her in person, it seems he has also been watching her, he may already be at her home.'
'So he's back.' Storm said, glancing back at Wolverine.
A nod of the Professor's head sent Wolverine's foot onto the accelerator, and Storm stumbling backwards. She regained her balance as darker clouds filled the already ominous sky, a stark opposite to the white of her eyes as the rain pounded more heavily on the roof of the now moving vehicle.
'Now would be a good time to give me directions Professor!' Wolverine shouted over the rain and incoming thunder.
An arduous twenty minutes later a grey van pulled up outside 14 Springhill Lane, and two people dressed in black ran towards the house.
'Logan come back! The Professor said we were too late!' , Storm had desperately followed her team-mate out of the van, Logan had been out of it before it had fully come to a halt, sprinting towards the small house.
As he reached the door his claws emerged, spearing the lock and tearing the door open in fury, he tore through the house, finally coming to a halt in the garage. Storm had gently followed on behind him, noting the calendar on the wall with some apprehension of what was to come.
A crash helmet hung on a hook, stealing a motorbike, Scott shouting, the Professor - Jean. Logan fell to his knees, forcing his claws into the concrete floor below him. Quiet footsteps came behind him as Storm entered, her face more understanding than anxious now that she had seen the calendar on the wall. It had been one year to the day since Magento's attack on Alcatraz, one year since Jean had died in Logan's arms.
Suddenly the Professor's voice in his head, telling him to calm down, to gather himself and concentrate on the present, not to dwell on the past.
'But you came back! You returned! How can I forget Jean when you sit there reminding me, every day!'
'Logan please-'
Logan looked up from the floor, his eyes glinting at Storm in the darkness of the garage, 'The Professor came back, Rogue is gone, Magneto's returned, Jean is gone,' Logan murmured, slowly standing up to face Storm, 'you tell me why I should even exist Storm. Give me a purpose!,' he took a step forward towards Storm, who defiantly stood her ground, 'Everything we do ends in failure, everyone we try and help ends up dead or lost, everyone I-'
'Everyone you what, Logan? Everyone you care about? Everyone you love? Do you know how much it hurt me to lose Jean, and Scott? When Rogue ran away I lost a friend too Logan! And you know what I'm thankful for?' Storm locked her gaze to Logan's, 'I'm thankful that I still have you.'