"I just don't know what went wrong," I said to Storm as the two of us looked through racks of clothing in the small boutique we had found on our trip into town trying to find a dress for her to wear on her date with Remy that night and as an excuse for me to get away from Logan's angry silence. "He's just so angry and…hurt by what happened and he won't listen when I try to explain," I shook my head and held out a slinky blue dress for her to try on.
Storm made a face at the style and then caught my hands after I had hooked it back on the rack, her beautiful dark eyes, accentuated by her now cropped white and black hair searched my face, "You need to make him listen, Jenna. He's not going to sit still and do it so you need to follow him and make sure he does." She squeezed my hands gently, a reassuring smile on her full lips, "He's still holding onto a lot of the past he can't remember and the only time I've seen him let go of it is when he's with you." I looked away feeling tears begin to pool in my eyes, "You're the same and I know you're both hurting but don't throw what's between you away because you're both too stubborn to say sorry."
I took a shuddering breath and thumbed the tears from my eyes, "When did you get so smart?" I smiled at her.
With a grin she hugged me, "Since I've had to listen to Remy every night for the last week prowling my room and promising to blast a hole through Logan if he didn't fix things with you." She raised an eyebrow and turned back to the clothing beside us as she smirked, "I'm hoping once you two work this out I'll get my man back in bed and not have to talk about your love-life every night."
A deep blush flooded my cheeks at her words, "Oh, gods, I'm so sorry, Ororo."
She shook her head, the mischief still twinkling in her eyes, "It's fine, Jen, truly."
I open my mouth to answer her but a glint of silver in my peripheral vision distracts me. I turn to see a man on the roof of the building opposite us train an assault rifle at us and I gasped, my eyes flying to Storm who was still looking through the racks of dresses. In the split second I had before the enemy pulled the trigger I used my powers to push her across the store and into a rack of jackets just as the glass of the shop door shattered and the bullet slammed into my chest, ripping through my hear t. The last thing I saw was the man stand up, pull out a small round silver sphere and then throw it, his arm gleaming in the light of the sun over his left shoulder.
They had found me.