Strange Conversation

'Where was she?!' he silently asked. 'Where could she possibly be that I can't even find a single lead that would give me a fragment of hope?'

He'd gone to every haunt, called in every favor, begged and bribed many others, and yet no one could offer even a crumb of information as to where she could be.

The entire school was in an uproar at her abduction. Some of the younger kids were scared, knowing that she had been taken from the school, somewhere they had come to associate with safety. Now that safety had been breached and they weren't sure how to respond; how to regain that feeling of safety.

Storm had her hands full trying to calm the fears of the young ones, and calm the outrage and fury of the older ones. He could see the toll it was taking on her and wanted to help, but at present he was tied up in his own stresses. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep. His dreams were tormented by the possibilities of what could be happening to her. And it seemed that every time he closed his eyes, some new memory surfaced, jumbling and then adding to the terror he already felt for Rogue.

So engrossed was he in his thoughts that he didn't even hear him until the little boy touched him.

"Mr. Logan?" came the young voice.

Jumping slightly at how silent the child had been, Logan growled around his cigar, "What, kid?" His heart skipped a beat at the endearment he commonly used with her.

"I had a dream," the blond haired child stated simply.

Logan looked at him expectantly, waiting to hear what the dream had been about. But the child remained silent.

"And kid? Was it a good dream, or a bad one?"

"I … I don't know. I wasn't in the dream; it was like if I was watching a movie. You, Ms. Storm, that Bobby guy, a guy with a metal helmet, a blue skinned lady, a big blond scary looking guy and a whole lot of other mutants were fighting this lady with black and white hair."

"What?! A lady with black and white hair? Describe how her hair was?"

"It was black in the back but the front was white. She looked really cool," he said excitedly. And then he stopped.

"And then what, kid?"

"Then the dream kinda fast forwarded. And the black and white haired lady was surrounded by a whole lot of dead people. They looked a lot like the people that she was fighting before, but skinnier, like if the life had been sucked out of them. And the black and white haired lady was crying. And then you came and you asked her why she did it. And she said that she didn't have a choice, and you told her that you always have a choice… She said not always. And then she held up her hand and you were actually flying to meet her with your claws out. They went right through her chest. She had screamed and you screamed. But you didn't pull your claws out and she said that she didn't have a choice. The only thing she could have done was to save them, and…"

The child stopped, and Logan felt as if he would explode. Everything the child had described was so vivid; it was if he were actually living it. He needed to hear the end of it. He needed to know what happened.

"What happened, child?"

The child tilted his head slightly, as if confused. "Well, in the dream, it looked as if she turned her head and looked directly at me where I was standing, observing everything that was taking place. And she said, 'Tell him that he needs to trust me. And that I love him.' And then everything just went black, and I woke up. It really seemed so real, Mr. Logan. I wanted to talk to Ms. Storm about it, but she was so busy that I didn't see the need to approach her. But it really bothered me. I needed to tell someone. You don't mind listening to me, do you Mr. Logan?" the child asked.

Logan looked at the child and marveled at how mature he seemed, so much older than his age.

"How old are you, kid?"

"I'm five years old."

"Why'd you come here?"

"My parents didn't like me moving things with my mind. So when the cure came out they took me to get the shot. But within a week, my powers were back. So they threw me out and told me to never come back. I actually came to the school through Mr. Hank. He met me sleeping in the park and invited me to come stay here with him. I really like it here Mr. Logan. It'll be too bad when most of it will be destroyed. But at least we'll build it back. I hope," the child said, as if this were the most normal of conversations.

"Well, Mr. Logan thanks for listening to me. I feel much better now. I'll see you around, ok!" he said as he started to run off.

Logan scratched his head as he considered the strange conversation.

"Hey, kid! What's your name?"

"Oh, my name's Ryan, Mr. Logan. Bye!"

A/N: Sorry it's such a short chapter, but I don't want to give out to much of the goodies. Just keep in mind that this chapter has a lot of hints in it. (Hehehe).

Hope you enjoyed it though. And isn't Ryan just a cutie.