Gone
Logan walked through the halls and straight into Maverick's painting studio where he was concentrating on a painting.
"Why is it," He said without looking up, "that I think you just lost Antalya?"
"Because I did." He growled and Maverick turned around. His hands were stained with paint and he had a streak of blue on his left cheek.
"What did you walk in on her and her boyfriend?" He asked jokingly and he nodded. "Seriously?"
"Her and Kurt." He hissed sitting down. Maverick furrowed his eyebrows before turning back to his painting.
"You might want to take that up with Storm." He said calmly, "An underage sleeping with an overage is probably illegal."
"Apparently she's really twenty six." Maverick froze and turned to him with raised eyebrows, "Yeah."
"Well that blows my plan." He muttered jokingly. "Dude you need to talk to her."
"Have you guys seen Talya?" Storm asked as her and Kurt poked their heads in.
"No," Logan glared at Kurt, "but you might want to check Kurt's pants."
Maverick stifled a laugh and coughed instead. Storm raised her eyebrows and shook her head.
"The Motorcycle she used on her escapade is gone and Scott is getting peeved. "She explained. Logan thought for a few minutes and was about to answer when Jean walked in, looking scared.
"You need to come." She looked at Logan, "Now."
He stood and ran out following her knowing something was wrong with Antalya.
Maverick dabbed the paint a little on his canvas and wiped a tear out of his eyes. He looked at the final painting and rubbed his face smearing the already large blue streak.
"I'm sorry Tally." He said in a choked voice. Taking his hands away his green eyes were sad and wet, "I'm so sorry."
The Painting was of Antalya, floating face down in water. Blood running out of her back.