Sorry for the wait, Writer's block is a killer

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Months passed and Camron healed. She left the school; giving good-byes to every one…Logan wasn't there. Even if he had been, she still couldn't look at him. She feared what her future held in him.

Two years passed before she visited again……..

"Father." She hugged Xavier. "I have missed this place."

"I've been keeping an eye on you. Camron, you are still in pain. What is wrong?" she was silent for a moment, they were alone…but she still told him everything through her mind.

"These dreams, how have they been getting worse?"

"I'll be looking in a mirror. Every time there is a mirror. I will watch him die; different ways every time. And my son; taken from me. Myself, left to die, Two figures, both of fire and flame, one red, the other orange. His power to heal will protect me during pregnancy, but not after my son is born. I will die and they will take my son for their own evil purpose. They have gotten more graphic with every night." Tears had passed the lids of her eyes.

"Have you seen him?"

"No, I was careful in coming to you alone. His pain when he sees me will kill me."

"I have a class in twenty minutes. You are welcome to--" the door burst open, Logan and Scott admitting themselves.

"We got a message from 'Pyro'." Scott told Xavier, not seeing who was with him. Logan had caught her scent the second he opened the door. "He says that we will all die."

Hatred seeped from Scott, pain, love, and sorrow poured from Logan. Camron tried to focus on the calm understanding of her father. She almost failed, with tears of frustration in her eyes. She had left to get her own emotions in check, now she felt them again threw Logan. The only thing that differed was that he didn't know about the son they could have.

"Logan, if you cannot calm the storm that is your emotions, leave. I've worked too hard for you to ruin me now." She felt his offence the moment her words left her. "I have control over my emotions; I don't have them over yours." He didn't move, or make any attempt to cover his pain. "Please." Her voice broke. "You're hurting me." Without another word, he left, self loathing seeping from his pain. Camron collapsed, from the strain of her control, and cried.

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I know it was short, but it gives you something to think about.