Logan looked up as Remy skidded to a stop just inside the door of the garage where he was working on one of the cars, "We gotta go, mon ami, there's been an explosion in town. Ororo 'nd Jenna aren't answering their cell phones."
Logan threw the wrench in his hand down onto the tool box and sprinted after the younger mutant toward the mansion, his chest tight with anxiety.
When the two men got to the X-Men bunker, they found the Professor, Scott, and the newly trained X-Men, Bobby, Rogue, Kitty and Piotr standing already in their suits, waiting for further instructions.
"What happened?" Logan asked Charles.
The bald mutant looked worried, "I heard about the explosion from one of my sources and then tried to contact both Jenna and Storm but neither one is answering our calls and I can't seem to connect with either of their minds."
"What does that mean?" Bobby asked concerned.
Professor Xavier looked up at his X-Men, "They are either unconscious or…" he left the rest unsaid but the meaning was clear in the unease visible on his face.
"Let's go," Logan snapped jogging toward the X-Jet, his mind solely on getting Jenna back and not letting any 'what ifs' slip into his thoughts.
The flight to town was quick and Scott landed the jet in a parking lot before the X-Men got out of the aircraft and started toward the plume of smoke billowing five stories into the air a block away.
As they rounded the last corner before the block of stores that had been levelled, Scott pulled Logan and Remy to the side, "We'll find Jenna and Storm as quickly as possible but we need to make sure any civilians are out of harm's way and getting medical help as needed. Do you both understand?"
Remy nodded, his crimson ringed irises sparking in his agitation to get to Storm as quickly as possible. But when Scott looked at Logan, the feral mutant snarled and stalked past him and toward the rubble that had once been a grocery store, leading the younger X-Men, his nostrils flared as he tried to find any scent of Jenna.
The search started as Scott used a GPS tracker to find a signal from either Storm or Jenna's phones. They found Jenna's handbag quickly in a razed boutique and Logan tensed at the sight of blood splattered over the studded black leather.
"Is it hers?" Rogue asked him, a tremor in her voice as she tore her eyes away from the grizzly sight.
Logan dropped the bag and swept his gaze over the rubble surrounding them. A gruff, "Yeah," was all the answer he gave.
Tears filled the young mutant's hazel eyes and she swallowed hard, "We are gonna find her, ain't we, Logan?"
His jaw worked and he looked away, the tightness in his chest increasing at the sight and scent of Jenna's blood under some debris a few feet away. Moving forward he dug through the wreckage but only found more blood and his dog-tags, the ones he had given her when she moved in with him, which she hadn't taken off since.
He crouched down over them and picked them up, half of the metal tags obscured by blood, her blood. A low moan of agony slid past his clenched jaw and his hand closed around the metal. He stood up, ignoring how the edges of the tags sliced into his palm, mixing his blood with hers.
"Over here!" Bobby's voice called bringing the attention of every X-Men onto him, "I found Storm!"
Once the hurt woman was safely out of the rubble covering her and laid out on a stretcher, she grabbed Logan's hand, "Jenna, she protected me," she wheezed, her face a mass of cuts and bruises and a dressing around her shoulder where a large laceration from a fallen beam had been field bandaged until she could be taken back to the mansion and proper medical care.
"What happened?" Scott asked.
Tears slid from the mocha-skinned woman's eyes, "We were just talking and looking at dresses and then she got this devastated look on her face and the next thing I knew I was flying across the shop and into a rack of clothes as the glass door shattered and Jenna…" she stopped, sobs wracking her body and her face turned to Remy's chest where he was hunkered down beside her.
"What?" Logan growled, his eyes on her but looking through her as if he could see exactly what she saw.
"Her chest," Storm shook her head, more tears falling down her cheeks, "There was so much blood."
Logan's jaw clenched so tight, Rogue swore she heard his teeth groan under the strain. He glared down at Storm, "Was she alive?"
Shaking her head, tears sliding down her cheek, the beautiful mutant looked up at him, her hand tightening in the front of Remy's ash-smeared jacket, "I-I don't know."
Ears ringing, Logan pushed away from her and shouldered through the group of mutants surrounding him. He stumbled a few feet before falling to his knees and throwing his head back. The other X-Men winced as a broken groan was ripped from his throat and then his strong form crumpled, his shoulders sagging and his head falling in defeat.