"Storm?" Xavier started as he and her sat in the kitchen that night.

"Yes, Charles?"

"Have you seen Andrea today?"

She shook her head. "Not since this morning. Why?"

"I just haven't been able to sense her all day."

Her voice had a little edge when she said, "She's probably with Wilson."

"Burning bridges a little early in the relationship are you?"

She obviously knew where he was going. "He said we couldn't be together."

"Do you know why?"

She shook her head as she said, "He yelled something about getting too close and screwing up. I don't know what it means."

"It might have been guilt, you know." She looked at him with question. "Mr. Wilson cares about Andrea a great deal. And to make her perform such an act as murder because of his mistake, it could have eaten him up inside, and he blew up at you because you were the one he was thinking of."

"I just don't know, Charles."

"Ororo," She looked up from the tea she was nursing, for it was unusual for him to call her by her first name. "I understand it's only been two days, but Mr. Wilson likes you." He saw that was still skeptical. "Would he have been thinking of you if he didn't?" She smiled and then looked up to the person in the doorway.

"Wade?"

"Ororo," Wade was one of the few people she allowed call her by her first name. "I've been thinking about what to say to you all day, and I didn't come up with anything good." That comment made the two of them chuckle. "But I am sorry, and that's not easy for me to say. I just...I don't know what was going through my head, I was so mad..." He trailed off and then thought for a second. "But that's no excuse. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I mean I barely deserve to talk to you after what I did. And if you could forgive me, I would be eternally grateful." That's better, the white persona said.

Storm's eyes were slightly wider than usual, and she smiled. "I think I can do that."

He sighed, that's one straw off his back. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

She smiled. "Of course not."

He smiled as well and took a seat at the kitchen table next to her. Neither of them noticed that Charles had left them alone.


The Professor had taken himself back to his office and sat, contemplating on what he could do to find me. "Maybe Cerebro will be able to give me a general idea-"

"Who're you looking for Charles?" I spooked him. He hadn't seen me standing by the bookcase.

"You, actually. Where have you been?"

"A bad place. Look Charles, I need a favor. A very big favor."

"What?"

"I need you to come with me, but you can't tell your X-men where we are."

"Why not?" I came out from the shadow I was in and he saw that I was dressed like Wade had been when he came here after he was injured. Except the red and black were switched.

"Because if I don't show up with you, Stryker will kill my dad. If I show up with you and your X-men follow us, he'll kill my dad. But if you come with me, and the X-men don't come, he'll be spared long enough for me to get both of you out."

"And then what do you propose we do?" Was he really going to go through with this?

I shrugged, "I'm gonna do what I do best."

He thought for a minute before he said, "I will go, if you tell Wade."

"What? Why?"

"He's your sidekick, and he has a right to know."

I sighed. "Fine." I went over to his desk, opened the drawers until I found post-its, and wrote a little note for Wade. "I will put this where he can find it, okay?"

Charles nodded and I teleported to our room, put the post-it on his pillow, and went back to Xavier's office. "May we leave now?"

"Yes." I put my hand on Charles' shoulder, and took him to Stryker's little hideout.


We reappeared in front of Stryker and my dad who was in a prison cell who's bars were actually red security lasers. I hated seeing him like this, especially since this wasn't the first time that he's been in that kind of prison.

"Are you happy?" I sneered at Stryker.

He gave that stupid smile. "Almost. Now you just have to do what you promised."

"I'm not gonna give you the product unless you have the payment."

"Have I ever let you down?" Like I really had to answer that. He pulled out a four foot long metal case and handed it to me. I pulled out two swords and slid them into the sheathes that were already on my back.

"What's so special about those swords? Don't you already have some?" Xavier questioned. Amazingly, Stryker allowed me to answer.

"They're made of adamantium, just like Wolverine. They can cut through anything."

"And what are you going to do in exchange for them?" Dad asked.

"Hopefully something productive." I looked at him, and he knew that I had a plan.


"Thanks for letting me talk to you." Wade said to Ororo in front of her bedroom door.

She smiled. "I enjoyed it."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Wade was about to walk away when Storm grabbed his hand. He turned back around and she kissed his cheek.

He smiled even brighter, and then went back to our room. He fell onto his bed in the greatest euphoria. That was, until he felt the paper scratching his neck. He grabbed it, and was angry when he read, 'I needed Xavier to get my dad back. Don't tell.'

"Stryker you bastard." Wade said under his breath as he jumped up from his bed. "Storm!" He ran towards her door. They met about halfway.

"What's wrong?"

"We need to get a team together, and give them the pep talk of the century."

"Why?"

"Because first thing in the morning, we are going to war."

Her eyes widened with fear. "Why?"

"Because Andi is going to kill Xavier unless we stop her."