Logan was the first to wake. At first, he was shocked to find Camron in his arms. He gently left her to sleep a little more. Again he had dreamed of her…

She was older and held her son. Dancing to soundless music, her dress flowed around her, pale in the dark. She held her babe above her head, both were laughing. Logan could feel the love between them.

But the beauty was soon lost. Two figures came nearer to Camron and her child, one glowing red, the other orange. They had no faces. Fire leapt from both, engulfing the brown-eyed girl and her black-eyed baby. Soundless screams reached Logan's ears, yet he was held back. Camron had fallen, the child, taken from her. He would heal; Camron would die.

As Logan walked, he continued to hear the silent screams. There had been something familiar about the two fire beings. Something he couldn't shake, he couldn't quite put his finger on. Suddenly he felt intense loss…Jean… he thought…he was wrong. The black-eyed child filled his mind.

His name was not told to him, in the dream or by the pregnant Camron. Yet, somehow, he knew it. Scott. Logan vowed then to protect Camron and her son should she failed in saving Scott's father.

His walk found him to the kitchen where he ate and packed a tray for her. When he returned to Camron's side, Scott was there. "What's goin' on, Fire Shades?" Logan asked.

"Thinking." His red shades flicked from her to him. "How do you cope?"

"With loosing Jean? Camron helps. She listens." He looked at the sleeper. "Other than travel, she can read emotions. No." He corrected. "She doesn't read…she feels them." He looked back at Scott. "I almost let the pain get the better of me."

"What do you mean?" Logan motioned for him to follow after he set the tray aside. They found a quiet, isolated place where Scott could learn of his attempt.

Camron awoke to find Scott leaving her room. "Wait." Scott stopped and turned. "Was it you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Two weeks ago I woke up. Two people were weeping; I found the first behind a door. I knocked and the person didn't answer, so I left and found Logan. Was that person you?" She sat up and winced as the flesh in her wrist tried to pull open.

Scott closed the door and sat by her. "Yes, it was me." He whispered. Pain filled the room. "But if I hadn't ignored you, Logan would be dead." Confusion filled his voice.

"He told you because you feel the same pain." He looked up. "I can read Emotions. I feel the pain and confusion in you. I guessed the reasons." Over the emotions in the room, Camron felt her own hunger. "Would you find it completely rude if I ate?"

The air lightened slightly, and Camron could see a tiny curve to his lips. "No, in fact, I would find it rude of me not to insist that you do." Camron and Scott continued talking until Storm came in and made her sleep.

Logan sat in the garden, watching the small children play in the fountain. They where the youngest, the ones closest in the mansion to young Scott's age. The black-eyed child wouldn't leave Logan's mind. He kept wondering when his birth would be, who was his…

"Logan." Rouge sat next to him. "It's good to see you out in the open." She looked him over. "Although…you could use a comb." This made his mouth twitch slightly upward. " A change of clothes wouldn't hurt either." He didn't take his eyes from the playing children as he let the smile slide from his chiseled face.

"Do you remember being that young?" The question startled her.

"If I think about it, maybe." She answered. "Why?" Logan didn't answer.

Camron awoke to familiar face that she lately found would nag her until she did as told.

"Have a nice nap?" Storm asked with a smile.

"Yep." Camron answered. "Nice and forced."

"I just want you to get your rest." Storm started to search under bandages for torn stitches and infections. She found none. "Soon you'll be right as rain." She said before taking her leave.

"Nice pun." Camron sighed at the emptiness. "Echo." She echoed herself five times; each one was quieter than the last. 'Alone again, to mull over others' emotions.'

Someone somewhere was laughing, having fun. Another someone was stressing. Yet another someone someplace outside was frustrated, and Camron was frustrating herself trying to figure out what the frustrated person's frustration was all about.

Try and say that twice without a second breath.

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