Logan slowly woke up to some quiet crying in his room. He heaved a loud sigh, startling the person. He reached up and turned on the light, blinking at the adjustment.

"'Ro? What are you doing?" He asked groggily and sat up. She was sitting in the corner, her eyes bloodshot from crying. He was a little surprised that she was lament. Storm was the strongest person he knew and had been the leader of them for over a week.

"Why did he have to die Logan? Why did Jean have to become the Phoenix? Why?" Storm demanded. Her voice grew harsh, "Why, why, why!"

Logan threw off the sheets and rushed in front of her, gripping her shoulders tightly. "Listen Storm, you are leading us now. Xavier would want it to be that way," Logan said soothingly. Storm stubbornly shook her head, the tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"I don't know how much I can take. All of a sudden people are looking up to me, what if I let them down?" Storm began to talk nonsense and Logan got only little bits of it.

"You won't be alone 'Ro!" Logan shook her forcefully, but not hard. She stopped and looked at him. "I'll always be right beside you," Logan stroked her hair reassuringly. She smiled at the nickname he had started calling her. He checked the clock, ten after one.

"Come on Storm, you need to get some sleep," Logan coaxed, slowly pulling her to her feet. Storm clutched his arms tightly and pressed her forehead against his chest. Logan bit back his own grief and slowly began to usher her back to her own bed. The hallways were empty and dark as he took her down it.

Storm almost seemed reluctant to go to her own room as Logan pushed her carefully into it. She was still facing him, her hands caressing up his biceps. The tears had slowed, but it was like a leaky faucet was on. He put her down gently on the bed and knelt in front of her.

"Everything will be okay," He continued to stroke her hair and the side of her face. Storm smiled sadly at him and took a shaky breath.

"I don't know how you do it," Storm shook her head.

"Do what?" Logan raised an eyebrow.

"You can hide your feelings from everyone. You know, it's okay to cry once and a while," Storm shivered. Logan looked away and felt a lump form in the back of his throat. He swallowed and noticed her shivering.

"Come on," He held up the covers and Storm wiggled in. She smiled, something he hadn't seen all week.

"The Wolverine tucking me in," She laughed; another thing Logan hadn't heard in a long time. He chuckled dryly and stood. Storm grabbed his arm and sat up. Logan looked at her. With a weary smile, he fell onto the bed next to her.

"Logan," someone whispered. Logan waved a hand and tried to go back to sleep. "Logan," the person whispered again. He groaned and buried his face into the pillow, trying to tune out the voice.

The pillow was pulled from underneath him and he began to get hit with it. Logan jolted up and spun, his claws sliding from his arm in defense. Storm stopped the pillow midway and shrieked. She was kneeling over him and with his claw release she fell over onto her backside.

"What?" Logan moaned and blinked at her.

Storm's excited face softened, "You're going to eat something."

"Ah 'Ro, drop it already," Logan winced. He barely ate anything anymore since he had to kill Jean.

"Logan listen to me, I am going to get you to eat if I even have to hand feed you," Storm's eyes flashed with willpower. "This is unhealthy Logan. You're going to starve yourself, I mean look at this," Storm poked at his stomach. Logan put his claws away and shoved her hand aside. He fell back down and put his hands underneath his head.

"I'll be right back," Storm patted his arm and left. Logan shook his head in frustration and tried to fall back asleep. That's what he did most of the time, slept and brooded over everyone's death.

Storm arrived a few minutes later. Logan heard her moving around then sit on the edge of the bed beside him. He opened his eyes and noticed a bowl of cereal in her hand. He eyed her suspiciously.

She picked up the spoon, dripping with milk and some type of cereal. She gave him a dirty look of determination. "'Ro, don't you think about it," Logan growled and shied away from the spoon.

"I'm thinking about it and I'm doing it," She rolled over before he could get up and straddled his stomach. Logan felt a butterfly feeling in his chest at their position and he started thinking things he knew shouldn't.

Logan was about to speak, but the spoon was shoved into his mouth. Lying on his back was a bad idea. The milk began to run down his throat and he choked. Storm quickly got off his stomach and he sat up, coughing. She patted his back until he calmed down.

"I told you I would feed you," Storm warned. Logan rolled his eyes and coughed one more time. She held up the bowl, "Are you going to eat now, or am I going feed you some more."

Logan took the bowl away from her. He took a bite to make her satisfied then put the bowl down. He looked at her.

"I'll always be in my room if you need me again," Logan grumbled and went out the door. He went down the hall to the basement. The Danger Room was his only escape from life. He grabbed his leather jacket just in case and went inside.

"Welcome, what simulation do you require?" The voice of the computer asked him as he stepped inside. Logan flexed his muscles to warm up and thought about who he wanted to kill this time.

"Give me the usual," He snarled and waited for the simulation to start up. He heard someone walk in and he spun. Storm was dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and blue jeans. She was trying to tie her shoes and get to him at the same time.

"Can I join you?"

Logan shrugged and the simulation began. Cold snow covered the ground and pine trees surrounded them. Storm came up beside him, rubbing her arms. Logan noticed and handed her his jacket. She stared at it before taking it out of his hand.

"Won't you be needing this?" She asked and stared at his bare torso.

"Hell, I'm Canadian. I can handle the cold," Logan assured her and personally put the leather jacket over her shoulders.

"So who are we fighting today?" Storm blew on her hands to warm them. Logan winced; maybe she should have stayed outside. Storm poked his arm, still waiting for an answer.

"Hey Runt, looks like ya got a girl," Sabertooth's hulking form bumbled up to them, the snow falling off the lower branches as he shoved past. Storm's eyes widened and she clutched her throat, remembering all to well what Sabertooth's grip felt like. "That beauty's becoming mine," He growled.

Logan snarled in return and his claws came forth. The two animal-like mutants circled each other briefly before lunging. Storm watched as Logan and Sabertooth both slashed. Logan went flying into one of the pine trees and Sabertooth turned to her. Before Storm could get herself out of her fear, Sabertooth charged with his claws raised.

"'Ro, move!" Logan howled and pushed her aside, getting the blow. Storm summoned lighting and let it flash from her fingertips, sending Sabertooth into the trees with his hair smoking. When the big mutant landed on the ground, he didn't move.

Logan walked up to her with his hand gripping his left shoulder. Blood was running down his arm and trickling between his fingers. Storm gaped at him as he stared at her with the feral rage flashing in the back of his eyes, "The Danger Room simulations are supposed to only give you bruises. Logan, you're bleeding a lake in here. Why did you set up the simulation for all types of wounds?"

Logan gave her a soft grin, "I can heal. I wanted more of a challenge."

"Oh, so hurting yourself is giving you the challenge?" Storm put her hands on her hips. Logan looked away, his anger still boiling. Storm's features softened and she walked up to him, "At least let me look at it."

Logan was reluctant to remove his hand, but he did after some gentle pulling. Storm studied the deep gash on his shoulder. She could even see the ademantium peaking through the red muscle. His body began to heal and it disappeared.

"Well, it's gone now. Ugh, Logan you need to take a shower," She wrinkled up her nose in disgust. Logan chuckled and the simulation terminated just as they began to walk out.