When Stars Collide: Parts 1-2

by Snowviolet

Part 1

Jubilation Lee observed the late afternoon sun, and how it brought a golden sheen to the raw silk of her armchair. Sitting in a stylish conference room of the L'Hotel Sofitel, she glanced with amusement around the room. Lulled by the droning voice of a physicist whose moment had passed but demanded a certain level of respect, her colleagues fought vainly to stay awake in the drowsy warmth. A couple doodled idly, a few stared ahead with a glazed look in their eyes, and one young man even dared to sneak in a game on his PDA.

As for herself, Jubilee managed an interested fa¡¦de while her thoughts wandered like the motes of dust floating along the sunbeams from the windows. ~I can't believe he actually believes the drivel that is coming out of his mouth~.

The elderly man's theories were as outdated as his polyester suit, and when you combined it with his lackluster speaking skills the lecture was almost painful to listen to.

You only had to look around the room to see the quickly changing face of modern physics. More than half of the audience were under forty, and a startling number were in their twenties. New theories were bounced back and forth the intellectual community on the Web at the speed of technology, becoming almost multi-lateral. This wasn't your grandfather's physics, and she was partly to blame for the youthful infusion.

Rubbing at her temples, Jubilee sighed as the lecturer continued down an equally boring tangent. Who would have guessed lil' Miss Fourth of July would ever become a scientist? Would anyone have ever suspected that she would turn in her roller blades for microscopes, or her yellow jacket for a lab coat? But here she sat, one of the foremost experts in the field of physics.

She had surprised everyone when she had decided to go to put her career with the X-men on hold and attended college. They hadn't expected her drive to find a focus in life, aside from her mutation. It seemed no one had ever bothered to notice that she had always had good grades in high school, despite the constant craziness with Gen X. I've always been driven, she thought to herself. ~Just because a girl likes to shop and have fun doesn't mean she doesn't have goals in life.~

But even she hadn't expected to take to the sciences so quickly, especially physics. Something about the symphony of motions inherent in the laws of atoms and the universe rang true in her. She understood it all on an instinctual level, which she soon concluded had to do with her powers.

Putting in long hours at the labs, she absorbed theories and laws like a sponge. By her junior year, she was doing graduate work and accelerated her studies at the urging of her professors. She had breezed through graduate school almost as quickly, and by the age of twenty-two had a double doctorate in Nuclear and Quantum Physics.

College had changed her. It had truly been a higher education for her, rather than the generic "college experience" so many of her classmates had bought into. For the first time in her life she found something she had really excelled at, and had gone with it. Her friends and teammates back at the mansion didn't know what to make of it. She often chose to run experiments and study the latest scholarly publication on the weekends, rather than hang out and party. It baffled everyone, including herself.

With her new studies, came new understanding of her abilities. It was inevitable that all the time she spent examining the behavior of atoms under electron microscopes that she would draw the line between her energy control and the basic laws of physics. It soon became evident that she was really operating on a very instinctual level with her pafs and explosions. And while it was instinctual, she deducted that latent psychic powers were to blame. Jubilee kept the information to herself for a long while, not wanting to deal with the burden till she had to. But as she started to experiment, she realized the danger involved and had gone to Hank for a series of tests.

The tests had only confirmed what she had suspected, although at much higher levels that she had anticipated. In raw power alone she was an Alpha Class, and with discipline and training she would be one of the most powerful mutants in years. The professor was adamant that she begin to train her psychic powers immediately, if for no other reason than to avoid tripping over others' private thoughts and dreams without shielding.

Emma had been surprised that she had chosen her as her teacher over Jean and Xavier, but Jubilee had no doubts in her mind. Emma would not hold back, and she would push her the hardest and the fastest. And if she was honest, they had bonded during their years together in Gen X. Despite her cool exterior, she cared for Jubilee as like a mother, and would respect her privacy while tutoring her.

And so the years had flown by in a rapid and unpredictable pattern. Jubilee spent her days studying and running experiments, and her nights honing her mutant abilities. Often she would teleconference with Emma, doing the exercises and techniques over video till they were both pleased with the results. It was a grueling schedule, but well worth it. She had taken to her new psychic powers much quicker than Emma anticipated, and within a year there was nothing more she could really teach her.

Jubilee found new and unexpected ways to manipulate the energy and molecules around her everyday. Her pafs now ranged from the barest of flickers to sub-atomic, and she could implode, explode, and even absorb them. By causing the molecules of her body to agitate at the certain rates, she was able to walk through objects. By controlling the friction between the molecules, she was also able to heat and freeze substances at will. Manipulating the ions of metals was a cakewalk, to the shock of all of her teammates. She was fairly certain she could phase into different states, and perhaps even dimensions, but decided that much more research was necessary before taking the risk.

Perhaps the most disturbing of the powers was her prescience, tickling her senses at the most unusual times. Jubilee was uneasy about exploring its scope, but tried to be more open about trusting her instincts. After all, if she hadn't decided to go to college instead of continuing as an X-man, she may never have discovered her newfound abilities and powers.

Jubilee wrote dozens of papers on her findings, sharing her work in various journals. She made leaps and bounds no other scientists had been able to, due to her mutation and ability to test them. Her theories were at first considered radical, but slowly the scientific community had accepted her ideas as she backed up some of them with lab work. Some of her theories would not be proven for many years given the limited scope of technology, but Jubilee could hardly offer her own mutation as proof for the logic behind them. So she dealt with the critics and enjoyed her success and newfound fame as best she could.

Jubilee blinked as she noticed the room start to bustle around her, the audience members making a polite stampede for the door as the speaker had stepped down. Only the briefest of applause had disturbed the silence before the crowd had surged towards the exit. Gathering her things, she walked back to her room at a leisurely pace, still caught up in her thoughts.

The L'Hotel Sofitel was one of the grande dames of Paris, settled cozily against the Seine to make the most of the sights and seasons. It was mid- April and the cherry and apple blossoms along the avenues bloomed in fragrant glory. It really was true what they said about Paris in the springtime, it was a lover's paradise. Soft misty rains in the mornings offered the opportunity to laze about in bed between soft linen sheets. The afternoon delivered a delicate sunshine that made for perfect shopping and caf¡¦hopping. And when the sun fell and the lights of the city lit up the sky in all their glory, couples strolled along the pathways of the Seine whispering and cuddling on park benches in the shadows.

It was a lover's paradise if you had a lover, which she was lacking. It seemed she had finally found her place in the world. Jubilee had matured and grown in so many ways, and now that she was an X-man fulltime again, she was surrounded by people who cared for and supported her. She doing the work that she loved, studying new theories in the lab daily, and dropping everything when a crisis arose to fight with the team.

~Why don't I take up Bobby or Remy on their offers for dates? I even caught Hank staring the other day, and he's the dearest man in the world.~

She had been living like a nun the past few years, rarely finding a man who aroused her interest or her heart. Those she had dated had been casual but friendly flings, each understanding that the other was not seeking more than a companion for social affairs and the occasional lover. Why couldn't she find someone who would make her happy?

Logan, that's why.

Jubilee slipped into the empty solarium to watch the sun set over river near Notre Dame. Absorbing the beauty of the pale roses, lilacs, and golden hues of the sunset, she stared silently into the quickening night. Her relationship had changed over the years with Logan, and neither one of them had the balls to face it. He had been edgy about her going off to school in the first place, worried about her being alone and so far from home. She had been stubbornly vocal in her decision, but tried to soothe his fears by emailing him frequently; forcing him to use the laptop she had bought him one Christmas.

Surprisingly, he followed through and made an excellent pen pal. Even during her most hectic studies and schedules, Jubilee had always managed to write him every day. He got antsy if she forgot, and had no problem with calling her at all hours of the night to make sure she was safe. He had delusions that she might be at some frat orgy, drunk and being taken advantage of.

Jubilee grinned to herself. ~Someone has watched Animal House one too many times, methinks.~

With anyone else she would have felt smothered, but for Wolvie she knew it was just his nature. Even when he insisted she carry the cell phone he bought her, 24/7 she had relented to make him feel more secure. And really, what girl can't use a free cell phone?

And so while Jubilee had not visited the mansion as often as she would have liked during her years at college, she became even closer with Wolverine. She wrote to him excitedly when she discovered a new breakthrough in the labs, and she trusted him with her fears of the new powers that seemed to never end, and the responsibility that came with them. He wrote to her of his travels, surprising her with his natural abilities as a storyteller. She felt as though she was still beside him kicking ass and taking names in the seediest dives and bars. He wrote to her of the search for his past and memories, revealing his fears that he would discover that he had been a sort of monster with too many sins to atone for.

Every so often, Wolvie had shown up unexpectedly on his scoot to check up on her in person, or so he said. He missed her, and loved using the excuse to rile her and get a rise. He'd drag her away from whatever she happened to be working on and take her to dinner at a nice restaurant. He'd insist she needed more meat on her bones with a grunt and a puff on his cigar. They inevitably made their way to a bar afterwards, drinking pitchers of beer and shots of whiskey as they talked about the past and the present. He'd fall asleep on her couch when they got home, and was usually be gone in the morning before she woke up.

After earning her doctorates she had received offers at universities around the world, but the years of studying had burned her out. The passion to learn and understand herself and the world around her had consumed her while at school, but she had not really taken part in the world for almost four years. Putting her career on hold, she had decided to travel the world, visiting various universities as a guest speaker, and taking the time to really enjoy life. For almost two years she visited China, Australia, Russia, and Europe; seeing the sights as a tourist, but observing the different theories and ideas of physicists around the world. She had eaten delicacies in Morocco, and sipped tea in the bazaars of Cairo. She had indulged as though a social butterfly celebrating her freedom from the cocoon.

When Jubilee had decided to go on sabbatical, Wolvie had pitched a fit like she had never seen. Scowling and ranting, he couldn't understand why she didn't want to come home.

"You've been away too God-damned long, Jubes! And now yer gonna trot around China, and Europe, and where-the-fuck else!?" he had yelled at her.

But she was adamant, and insisted she needed to do it for herself. Logan had stormed out of the mansion cranky as all hell at the news, heading down to Harry's.

He had stumbled to her bedroom later that night, and thumped against her door as he called her name in a singsong, "Jub-i-leeEeeEee!"

Flying to the door to save the rest of the mansion from the horrible caterwauling, he had fallen forward when she opened it, forcing her to catch his bulky weight. Grinning sheepishly, he tried to stand up straight."Sorry, darlin'. I don't know what came over me."

Wobbling precariously, Jubilee had managed to aim his next stumble towards her bed at least. She had been amazed at how plastered he was. It took a lot of alcohol to affect Wolvie with his metabolism. She had covered him up, crawling in beside him under the blankets. Snuggling up close, he had tucked her effortlessly under the crook of his arm.

Mumbling into her ear he said, "You were right darlin', you deserve to be happy. If this is what makes you happy, I'm all for it." before promptly passing out.

With his blessings, she threw herself in her travels. She thought of him often, and managed to write him on her laptop from even the most distant locales. The world was a very wired place these days, and she made it a habit to choose hotels that catered to her online addiction. He tried not to flip out if she missed writing him every so often, and she tried not to become exasperated at his trying to keep tabs on her. Two years flew by, and finally her homesickness had set in. It was time to go home.

Part 2

 Running a hand through her hair Jubilee plucked at the hairpins that held it in its twist, allowing it to fall freely down her back. The solarium was now dark and the lights of the city illuminated the river below. Rubbing at a kink in her neck she leaned heavily against the railing, inhaling the sweet air from the rose garden below. She sighed and tried to clear her thoughts.

Things had really started to change when she returned to Westchester three months ago. It had been a true homecoming, she was finally back to stay and was looking forward to seeing what everyone thought how she had changed. And if she was particularly interested in a certain cigar smoking, whisky- swilling canucklehead's reaction, she wasn't telling.

Choosing her clothing with great care, she had worn a soft blue cashmere sweater with a flirty pair of black silk pants, and matching blue heels. The front of her hair was twisted and pulled back, with the rest cascading down her back in a curtain of silky tresses. Tasteful silver and sapphire jewelry accented her ensemble, and couldn't match the sparkle in her eyes as she showed up on the doorstep unexpected and unannounced one early January afternoon.

Using her security codes to get past the front gates, she had clapped the brass knocker loudly against the door in excitement. She heard Wolvie growling from the other side that he'd get it, muttering under his breath. When he opened the door, he inhaled like he'd been punched in the gut. Staring at her incredulously, the cigar in his mouth had actually fallen to the ground. Jubilee had grinned widely, her cheeks pink from the cold, and had thrown herself at him in a giant bear hug as the rest of the house rushed downstairs to greet her. He had squeezed her tightly to him until her ribs creaked, pulling back regretfully to let the others have their chance. Standing back, he watched her quietly from a distance with a dazed but happy look on his face.

Finally home with the X-men her plans were to continue her research at the mansion with the Professor's blessings, and several hefty grants. Hank had been ecstatic to have a fellow scientist to share his lonely lab, even if they were in different fields. Her former teammates had been a little less sure of how to treat her now that she was so obviously grown up. No more was she the spunky firecracker with the loud fashion sense and even louder opinions. An educated and sophisticated woman had returned to the X-men, confident and sure of her abilities and purpose.

Jubilee's appearance was a bit of a shock, she supposed. Still petite as ever, she had rounded curves in all the right places, and long, silky black hair that fell to her waist with a soft curl. Her blue eyes had brightened over the years; from what she could only guess was a side effect of her continuous use of energy. Now they were a dark crystal blue, sparkling with her emotions, and glowing with while using her powers.

No longer a collector of eye-blinding hues, she favored tailored but casual clothing for business, preferring textures and colors that complimented her coloring instead of the latest fashions. Just hanging around the house she would indulge in more daring and fun styles, or would lounge in tight t- shirts and jeans. Every once in a while, she'd throw on a slinky red dress and stilettos and drag Bobby or Gambit down to the clubs and just let loose.

~ Not that they mind terribly~ she mused. ~If I gave them half a chance and took them up on their offers, I'd have more dates than I could handle.~

She had settled into a routine quickly back at the mansion, shaking things up a bit. Setting up her part of the lab had taken only a week, but she had definitely added a feminine touch to the Spartan space, talking Hank into painting the stark white area a soft shade of gold. Investing in more comfortable chairs, some adjustable equipment for their difference in height, and a small stereo system really made a difference in the atmosphere. They were small changes but made the lab much more homey and cheerful.

Moving into the suite the Professor had chosen for her had been more fun than she expected after living out a suitcase for so long. Taking her time getting settled, she went all out buying new furniture and accessories that suited her academic lifestyle. White linen overstuffed chairs sat next to the fireplace, and cherry wood dressers complimented the amber and scarlet tones of the wallpaper and linens she had chosen. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled with journals and publications, and the walls were covered with pictures from her travels and numerous diplomas and awards. An elegant writing desk sat beneath the arched window, making the most of the natural light and view of the garden.

Everyone seemed taken aback by how quickly she had dug in, and Hank was especially appreciative. She received two eloquent marriage proposals a day on average, once she began bringing him lunch at noon. Giggling with a sly grin, she'd laugh it off but was secretly pleased he was eating better. He worked so hard on a cure for the Legacy Virus that he often forgot to eat anything but the occasional Twinkie from his secret stash. She had even taken to restocking his stash every so often, and if he seemed to think Twinkies had begun to reproduce in the cabinet above the sink, he was keeping it to himself.

Only one thing seemed out of place since Jubilee had come home. For years Logan had wheedled and bullied her into returning to the X-men and Westchester, and now she only caught glimpses of him in the hallways or kitchen before he would mumble a quick greeting and hurry away. He watched her in a quiet way that was unlike him, barely verbal except for the occasional grunt or growl.

They had been apart for a long time, it was true, but she thought he would be happy to have his best friend home again. She made an effort to try and get him to go to down to Harry's or play pool, but he would brush her off gruffly and tell her to go dancing with Bobby or Gambit instead. Jubilee had tried not to take it too personally, but she was hurt that he couldn't spare her a couple of hours of his precious time.

It was only a matter of time before Cyke started nagging her to be assessed in the Danger Room again. She hadn't had a formal test of her powers in over three years, and Hank was itching to try out some new programs to collect his data. She had smiled complacently at Scott and shrugged when he had cornered her one morning, marching into the locker room to change into her uniform. Walking calmly to the center of the room, she nodded towards the observation room to start the program.

The lights dimmed dramatically and she was standing in an urban jungle, a dark alleyway to be exact. She heard three figures approaching, and scanned the area with her telepathy with the briefest of touches. She only found one thought pattern, Wolverine's by the familiarity, but he was there to observe for the moment. Which meant Scott was serious about putting her through the wringer to see exactly what she had in her arsenal. Grinning wickedly, she felt the rush of air as two figures launched towards her from the overhead fire escape. Gathering the energy around her she promptly disappeared.

Jubilee could feel the surprise of her teammates in the observation room, although Logan just leaned against the wall puffing at his cigar. It had taken her months to master the ability to control the light waves around her body, which for all means and purposes shielded her in invisibility. She was also able to suppress the heat from her body to a certain degree, therefore allowing her to avoid heat detection. But she knew that she could only maintain the shield if she was still or moved very slowly.

Taking advantage of her assailants' confusion, she ducked and twisted causing them to tumble over her head, hitting the ground hard. She surveyed her opponents quietly from the shadows, noting their dark attire and ninja weapons.

~The Hand, how droll. Do they think I'm still thirteen years old?~

Tensing her body she grabbed the bottom rail of the fire escape, and swung upwards to somersault above their heads. Landing a flying kick and roundhouse punch at the first figure's face, he staggered back. The second figure used the opportunity to slice a long blade at her stomach.

Throwing herself into a back flip she landed on a nearby dumpster and tossed rapid-fire white-hot plasma blasts at the first figure who had tried to sneak up behind her with a garrote. The small blasts hit his shoulder much like bullets, burning right through his skin and muscle with their liquid heat. The second figure yelped and screamed in pain as she turned the long blade red with heat, burning the flesh of his hand.

Furious at her trickery, he threw a handful of shiny stars with deadly accuracy towards her. ~Meep! These aren't normal Hand fighters. Hank must have programmed them with intelligence and tactics.~

Phasing the molecules of her body, she fell through the lid of the dumpster, the stars bouncing against the brick wall she had stood in front of. Quickly phasing out of the dumpster and through the wall she edged around the figures as they pulled out dart guns from their belts. Circling behind them she took a running jump against the alley wall, throwing herself at the first figure's legs and knocked him unconscious with a concussive paf to the head. His body faded away as soon as she had incapacitated him.

Turning on her guard towards the second figure she saw three darts flying towards her. With a quick gesture they exploded in mid-air, disappearing before they reached her. Blinding him with bright sparkles directly in front of his eyes, she threw a sharp left hook and then another percussive paf that knocked him backwards, unbalanced. He too faded against the pavement as he fell with a hard thud.

Not wasting a moment she blinked out of sight again into her refractive field, moving as quietly as possible when she noticed that Logan was not in sight. Catching a glimpse of him above her on the rooftop, she scaled the fire escape in a few leaps, landing as quietly as possible in the shadows. But before she could attack three hundred pounds of muscle and claws came flying towards her hiding space, and she barely dodge out of the way. Flickering into sight, she gazed at Wolverine with a confused look.

He just shrugged and grinned, "I'd know your smell anywhere, darlin'."

Scowling in grudging admiration, Jubilee took on a readied stance.

"Lets show them what you're made of, Jubes."

Nodding slightly, she launched an attack of spinning kicks at his face to distract him, while melting the cheap roofing tar beneath his feet. Not one to be fooled so easily, he leapt aside before the tar had caught his boots, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the acrid smell.

"Did I bruise your delicate sensibilities, Wolvie?" Jubilee teased.

Growling playfully, he launched an attack of his own throwing hard punches accented with the whooshing sound of his claws meeting thin air as she dodged and tumbled on the defensive. Leaping and twisting through the air with an ease born of years of practicing gymnastics, she rolled to the ground and then counter-attacked. It continued for half an hour between them, a deadly but playful game of cat and mouse, although who was who was anyone's guess in the observation room. They held no punches, but they knew each other's moves so well that it was a draw.

Sweating and panting from the exertion, Jubilee made her mistake by dodging a little too slowly, and Wolverine ruthlessly pinned her to the ground with his body. Drawing his hand back in a blur he moved to slash at her throat in the mock "killing" move. Jubilee smiled smugly as a shocked look passed over his face, and he paused mid-swing.

Concentrating intently, she had leeched the heat from his adamantium skeleton at the last moment, chilling him literally to the bone. With more a less delicate touch she could force his body into shock as the cold seeped through his spine towards his brain. Pushing against his chest, she rolled him over and in turn pinned him as his body shook with minute convulsions.

Straddling his chest with her petite frame she leaned over and kissed him lightly on the nose, and whispered "Tag..you're it."

Logan gazed up at her with a hungry look, and she shivered involuntarily as she drew herself to her feet. Releasing the chill from his bones, he stopped shaking and she offered him a hand up. She could only imagine the hell he would get for being bested by the "firecracker", but he didn't seem worried. Jubilee couldn't help but notice that he didn't release her hand. He stroked the palm gently with his thumb, and still panting from the exertion, Jubilee felt herself flush for a different reason altogether.

"You're good, darlin'. Damned good. Cyke's probably got his panties in a twist trying to figure out a way to talk you into joining his team right now."

He seemed mesmerized by her crystal blue gaze, unable to move. Then glancing down at their hands in sudden realization, he dropped her hand as though scalded. When the doors opened with Hank rushing in to check for injuries, Logan quietly slipped out as Cyke and Storm debriefed her on her performance.

She had smiled coyly when they expressed their amazement at her display of powers, and quickly classified her as an official Alpha class mutant. Insisting that she preferred to continue her research full-time and fill in on the team when needed, she had hurried off leaving them to argue about who's team she would be assigned to. She wanted nothing more than to get back to her room to shower, change, and find Logan. No way was that infuriating man getting off without them talking about what had just happened between them.

        But there had been no sign of Logan, his room empty from an obviously quick packing and his scoot gone. A quick telepathic sweep of the area had confirmed that he was long gone.

~Typical Wolverine behavior, get too close to the man and he runs. *He* was the one who had asked *me* to return!~

She'd just have to corner him when he got back.

But a week passed. Two. Then three.

There had been no word from Logan, which was very unusual even with his typical escapism routine. They had corresponded every day for six years, and had never gone so long without checking in with her. She was in agony with worry. Even the Professor and the rest of the team were starting to get concerned and had tried Cerebro and various contacts around the world. It was as if he had disappeared, and no one had any leads.

Worst of all, Jubilee couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in her gut that told her Logan was in trouble. The Wolverine she knew might go on a drinking binge when his emotions overwhelmed him, he might even go for a trip to Canada, but he wouldn't have gone this long without sending word to someone that he was ok. She felt a hole in her heart with his absence, and for the first time was brave enough to try and control her prescience powers instead of reacting to them.

It wasn't an exact art by any means, trying to go with her instincts. She had rummaged through his closet, grabbing an old flannel shirt of his to stir her memories of him. Inhaling deeply, it smelled of cigars and whiskey, and a musky smell all his own. With the Professor's permission she even ventured to use Cerebro. Using her telepathy and memories she let her mind wander on the psychic plane, trying to get an idea of where to start searching.

Half an hour passed and she had been ready to call it quits, when she felt a gentle tugging at her mind. Following the direction of the beacon she watched the psychic plane fly overhead in map form, the lights representing people's minds a blur of color. Finally the map stopped in France and stopped, refusing to be more specific.

~Hrm, I was invited to that physics conference next week in Paris, but I hadn't planned on going. Perhaps its time for a little shopping and mayhem, after all?~

She had considered telling the team what she had learned, but was still uneasy with how her prescience worked. Plus she had a feeling that she was meant to go alone, silly as that may seem. So she had told the team that the conference had slipped her mind, and took a huge shopping list for Jean and Storm with promises to bring back goodies.

They had discussed Logan's disappearance before she left, agreeing that when she returned from Paris they would formulate a plan of action to find him. Making her goodbyes she had taken the next plane to France from La Guardia Airport and she was on her way.

When she had arrived in Paris earlier in the week she had visited old friends and acquaintances, putting out a subtle message on the streets that she was looking for Logan. The mutant community was by no means one big happy family, but the X-men had friends everywhere and they were now on watch.

The conference hadn't started until yesterday, and she wasn't sure what she would really learn from the assembly of characters attending. They were a quirky breed, physicists. Major corporations tried to woo prominent physicists to their projects by sponsoring conferences such as this one. Lodging was complimentary, as was food and entertainment. The five-star hotel had beautiful suites and restaurants, and was situated at the hub of Paris near all the nightlife one could hope for. Lectures and topical meetings filled the days, and elaborate entertainment and dining was organized for the nights.

~Well, I'm not accomplishing anything moping around the hotel like this.~

She had plenty of time to try and understand her relationship with Logan later; after she knew he was safe...and she had given him a piece of her mind. Her powers had led her this far, and knew in her gut that it had been the right decision. Breathing deeply, she released control of her mental shields and focused on Logan and his location.

~ Its time to trust yourself, Lee. Let's see what these powers can do.~