The next morning I was woken by someone shaking me. When I groan and roll over, the person threw my over their shoulder. I was awake in an instant and I started beating on the persons back. They just chuckled and ran down the stairs. When we got to the kitchen, they plopped me in a chair then sat next to me.

I look over with a scowl on my face and glare at Scott. "You know, that wasn't a nice way to wake someone up."

"You got a big day today, don't ya, Angel? It's going all around the school on how Bobby Drake asked you out on a date tonight." Scott gets this devil smile.

I look at him suspiciously. "What are you planning, Summers?"

He tries his best to look innocent while he puts a plate of breakfast in front me. "Nothing. I just might've informed Jean and Storm on this. And now they might want to take you shopping today at the mall."

My eyes go wide as I get up and start running after him. He's in his 20's while I'm 14 and I'm the one chasing him around the mansion. We don't know what room we were in until I jumped on his back and we both fell on the ground with a big thump. "I'm gonna kill you, Scott Summers!"

"Well, now. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed, now didn't she?" We hear a voice above us. When we look up, we see Professor Xavier.

We both get up as quick as we could. We stand, side by side in a respectable manor. "Uh, professor. Scott here has set up a shopping day with Jean and Storm for me. And he knows how much I HATE shopping."

"I see. Jean and Storm told me that they had to do a little girls day out with you today. I understand if you don't want to go but imagine how crushed those two girls would be." Professor Xavier pulls out the guilt card.

"Uugghh. Fine! But only for them." I stalk out of the room and finish by breakfast.

I went up to my room and started getting ready. Once I was done, I lay on my bed and started reading. About an hour later I hear Jean's voice in my head. 'Scout, we're ready. You can come downstairs and we'll meet you down there.'

I listen and meet them downstairs. But there was someone with them. "Pyro, what are you doing?"

"He's coming with us. We would've asked Scott to come but we need adult supervision here and he'll say no to everything that looks good on you. So we're bringing Pyro for a guy's opinion." Storm informed me.

He looks so calm yet uncomfortable. Probably because he's going shopping with three girls and two of them are his teachers. I grab a hold of his hand as we walk out the door, giving him a reassuring smile, silently telling him that it will be an ok day. I was kinda convincing myself and him.

The car ride wasn't interesting. It was silent but when I insisted that we turn on the radio, we were all singing and bouncing in our seats. When we arrived, we all got out of the car and stared at the mall. I've never been here before and I don't think Pyro has either. At first we were a little intimidated on how large it was and how many people were there but we both soon relaxed.

We entered our first store and it was filled hit hats, glasses, coats, necklaces, bracelets, and even earrings. Jean and Storm started looking at them, casually while Pyro and I were trying on weird hats. We started acting like we had swag…which we don't.

After that, we started on trying huge coats and goofy glasses. That was until Storm started scolding us, like we were her children and we were misbehaving. We put our heads down, acting ashamed, trying to hide our smirks from having fun.

Jean and Storm pulled us over to the side and started talking in hushed voices. "Guy's, we're not being strict. We're just acting like it. So people don't get suspicious, calls one of us Mom and the other one Aunt. We don't want people to think we're two girls who took children away from their home, got it?"

We understood completely. As if we silently agreed to it, I picked Storm to be my Mom and Jean to be my Aunt while Pyro needs to be called John, which is his real name, picked Jean for his Mom and Storm his Aunt. So we made it we were cousins.

We still parted away from our moms and went to the side of the store. John was showing me new tricks with his fire, like he could shape them. I was so memorized by the shapes; I didn't even feel anyone approach us. John quickly put out his fire and glared over my shoulder. I slowly turned around and saw two older boys, around 17 walking over to us.

They stopped in front of us and the bigger one said to John, "You got a light?"

John kept saying he didn't while the other one kept staring at me. The next thing I know, the smaller one, a little bigger than John and I, grabbed my dog tags and ripped them away from my neck. I gasped and widen my eyes as I glare at the one who took them.

I felt my eyes turn blood red. I even felt fire in them. I don't think I've been this mad before. I demanded that they hand them over. But the guy who took them kept looking at the, swinging it around his hand, tossing it up in the air. "What kind of stupid name is Wolverine?"

I felt even more fire built up in my eyes and I growled, "That's my dad's. Give it back before you get hurt."

"Oh, tough girl, now isn't she? I would suggest you shut your pretty little face before we shut it for ya." The bigger one threatened.

I was getting more pissed with every second that ticked by. I felt my hair turn to flames. The two boys started to look terribly scared. Pyro stepped up and used my fire hair and threw some at the two boys. "I think you should do what this young lady asked of you. You might want to hand over the dog tags before anyone has to get hurt."

The two guys threw my dog tags over our heads and fled the store. My hair turned back to normal but my eyes didn't. We started looking for the dog tags until we found them. Pyro told me to stay over in the corner and wait for him to come back with Jean and Storm.

I was still shaking and there was still fire in my eyes. I slowly slid down the wall and rested my head on my hands, closing my eyes, trying to calm myself. I felt people coming so I quickly looked up. I saw a shocked Jean, a worried Pyro, and a concerned Storm. Storm knelt in front of me and made some rain fall over my face, with wind blowing my hair, calming me down.

Once I calmed down a bit, I knew the fire in my eyes was gone but I was still shaking and there were still red specks in my eyes. Storm carefully placed a hand over mine and asked, "Baby Girl, what happened? Are you ok?"

I shook my head as I felt the tears coming. Jean suggested that we hurry out of the mall and discuss this in the car. And we did just that. Once we all got buckled in and started to drive away, I let the tears fall. Jean was slowly driving home so we could talk, Pyro had his arm around my shoulders to comfort me, and Storm was waiting for me to calm down so she could ask what happened.

I was still staking but only a little now. Storm thought this would be a good time to talk. "Scout, you have to tell us what happened. Did you get hurt? Did someone say something?"

I shut my eyes tight and whispered, "No, somebody tried to take my dog tags. Pyro helped me get them back but I still almost lost them. They were my dad's ever since he could remember. He said he trusts me to protect them and I almost lost them. This is almost his life. If they took it, he would never forgive me and I wouldn't have anything to keep me close to my dad!"

"Come on, Doll. You know that's not true." Pyro disagrees.

Jean stepped in on this one too. "John's right, Scout. Logan would love you just the same even if those people did take your dog tags. Remember he promised to come back? Even if it killed him, he would keep that promise. And those dog tags aren't his life. You are. You should know that."

I knew they were right but I also knew how close I was to breaking my promise. I almost broke the one where I promised my dad to protect his dog tags. It came so close. Too close. When we got back to the mansion, Pyro had one arm around my shoulders and the other holding one of my arms, leading me inside, both our heads down with Jean and Storm were behind us.

We were met with Scott at the door with a smile on his face, waiting for us. "Hey, how did the shopping go?" When he didn't see any of us carrying bags inside he was confused. "Did you guys not find anything you liked?"

I look at him with blue eyes and walked upstairs with Pyro right behind me. I could vaguely hear Storm and Jean telling Scott what had happened. We both got to my room and sat on my bed. Pyro still had his arm around my shoulders as I gripped my dog tags in my fist, leaned into Pyro and let a few tears escape once more.

Pyro kept trying to make me feel better. "Come on, Doll. Everything is ok now. No need to be sad. If you want, I could tell Bobby that you had a rough day and that you need to rain check your date."

I immediately sat up and looked him straight in the eye. "No! No, I'm ok. I've got three more hours until the date. I just need to set out everything and clean up. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

"You sure, Scout?"

I realize everybody calls me Scout when they're real serious. I nod my head as he makes his way toward the door. He stops and turns to me before leaving and informs me, "You know, I've seen a lot of scary things in my life. But so far, you were the scariest. You really got a lot of power in you."

I sit on my bed for about a half hour, thinking about what he said, before getting everything ready. I got my dress set out along with my boots. I'll dress up for something important like this but I'm not going all out. I've got to be original.

After I got everything set up, I put it all on and rest on my bed for a bit. I just lay there, lost in my thought. I'm snapped back into reality when I hear a knock on my door. I hoped it wasn't Bobby so I asked, "Who is it?"

"Scott. Can I come in?"

Instead of answering, I open the door and motion him to come in. I sit on my bed once more while he follows me. He stares at me for a minute before talking. "You look beautiful, Angel. Your dad would be real proud of you." I look at him with tears in my eyes but decide not to let them fall. "Speaking of Logan, I was gonna give you this once you guys got home. Instead I let you have some time to yourself." He puts something in my lap.

Before I can ask what it's for, he stands up, ready to leave. He kisses me on the forehead and whispers, "Have fun tonight." and walks out the door.

As confused as I was, I saw a letter in my lap. It doesn't say who it's from but there's only one word written on the front of it, in messy handwriting.

Scout

I knew who it was from immediately and ripped open the letter. As I do after I read every letter, I got teary eyed but stayed strong, knowing my dad is ok and alive.