"Hey, Logan," Henry called gruffly, "do you think I can check Santana out now?"
Logan nodded and leads Henry to the bedroom, where Santana still slept. Storm followed and gave him a poke.
"How are you really doing, Logan?" she asked gently.
He sighed. "It still hurts like hell, Ro," he admitted. "It feels like it was just yesterday, and not ten years ago. First Rose, and then Marie. I feel like I'm cursed with the Kiss of Death, or something. It's hard."
Storm looks at him sadly and nodded.
"I know what you mean. I feel the same way, sometimes."
Henry howled in pain from the bedroom, and a flash of light showed around the door's edges.
"Dammit," Logan growled to him self "I shouldn't have left them alone together." He pushed his way into the room, with Storm right behind him, and they found Henry sitting on the floor. He was shaking his head, and his hand was bleeding,
"What happened?" Storm asked.
Henry shrugged. "I scared the child and she bit me. Bloody stupid of me."
"Where is she now, Fur-ball?" Logan asked, looking around the room.
"I don't know," Hank admitted. "There was this flash and she was gone. You said she was a feral, but you didn't mention her teleporting."
"I don't think she can," Logan said carefully.
"Then how did she get out?" Hank groused, grunting as he stood up. "The door and window are still closed," he pointed out.
Logan sniffed the air and smiled.
"She's still here," he announced. "It is ok, baby girl. They wont hurt; you come on out."
There was a CAW and a flutter of wings, and a big black raven landed on his bed.
Logan held out a hand.
"Come on, baby girl," he said, sitting down on the bed and rumbling deep in his chest. "I promise I won't let them hurt you. These are my friends: Oruro Munro we also call her Storm, and Henry McCoy 'Beast' or 'Hank'-whatever you're comfortable with. They only want to help. Hank here is a doctor. I asked him to check you out, because I was worried I couldn't take care of you properly."
There was another bright flash of light, and Santana appeared, sitting on the bed next to him in a quasi-human form. She crawled on to Logan's lap and rubbed her cheek on his face, feline-like.
Henry stood up and stepped towards her. "Santana, if you'll let me, I would like to…"
A deep, dark growl come from deep within her, and the green in her eyes started to glow. Henry stopped moving and held up blue hands.
"I can take a hint, Logan," he nodded. "You should too. I don't think she trusts doctors."
Logan wrapped his arms around Santana to soothe her.
"Listen, baby girl," he soothed, "he is part of my pack, ok? He is not like the people that hurt you. He will not hurt you or me."
Henry held up his hands in a soothing gesture. "I just want to make sure you are ok. Can I look at you?"
She looked up at Logan for confirmation, and he nodded.
"It's ok, Baby. I'm right here," he soothed.
Henry slowly took hold of one of her arms, and Santana pulled away from him so fast she cut herself on one of his claws. She whimpered and started to lick the wound.
"Maybe Storm should do this," Logan suggested.
Henry agreed with a nod as Logan helped Santana back onto the bed.
Storm gave the men a withering glance and shooed them out of the room.
"I am called 'Storm'," the tall Ethiopian said in her rich accent. "Logan and I have known each other many years, and stood together against evil many times. May I sit next to you?"
Santana sized up the tall black woman with the striking white hair, and sensing no threat, she nodded.
"May I see your arm?" Storm urged. Santana held out the arm she had accidently cut on Beast's talons: the cut had already healed.
"You heal quickly, like Logan does," Storm noted. "May I see the rest of you? I will give you no discomfort," she soothed.
Storm continued to examine her, and found her a little underweight, but otherwise in good shape.
"Regular meals will do you good," she finally said with a comforting smile. "I see nothing that a good diet will not cure. Can you stomach some food? Logan has already fed both Henry and I."
Before Santana could answer a big crack of thunder shook the cabin, scaring Santana so much that she turned back into a raven.
"Storm?" Logan called from the next room, "are you alright?"
"That was not me," Storm replied, opening the door. "But I am not the only person who can call up lightening and thunder," she pointed out.
Santana flew through the doorway and landed on Logan's shoulder as he prepared to leave the cabin. Storm and Henry followed him to the entranceway, just as a loud BOOM BOOM BOOM came from the door.
