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She didn’t know what brought it on. Maybe it was the movements as she scrubbed the sink that became too rhythmic, maybe it was something else entirely.

Maybe it was just one of those times, where she didn’t have a say in the matter at all.

One moment, she was standing in the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up, trying to get the better of a particularly stubborn coffee stain at the edge of the sink – and the next she was lying on the ground of the vast, grey plane, the Other Place, as the winds tore into her, whipping her hair about her face.

The storm is here she thought and then all her thoughts were drowned out by the shrieking wind, as she tried to cover her eyes.

It had been there, on the horizon, for all the time she could remember – and she had had no idea. No idea how devastating it was.

The vision disappeared as quickly as it had come and she was left lying on the floor, still curled up with her hands warding her face.

She was crying – and she didn’t even know why.

Trish Tilby is going to host a talk show. The first one will be on mutants. They’ve already arranged for some of the kids to participate.

Scott and Emma seems to think it’ll work and I am sure they’ve taken everything into consideration.

I just have such a bad feeling about this – but then again, I am hardly impartial.

I feel bad discussing it with Hank. Because of – everything.

She’s asked him to be on the show.

She’s asked me to be on the show.

I really don’t know what to do. But I don’t feel comfortable leaving her alone with Hank. Not that I don’t trust him. I do. Completely.

But I don’t trust her.

I am going.

Who: Jane and Hank
Where: The Labs
When: A couple of hours after a certain phone call
What: Passing on a message


( The note was labelled with the time and date and stated that T. Tilby had called, wanting to discuss important issues. Underneath that was a phone number )

Who: Logan and Jane
When: Early morning, some random day this week
What: Talking. Advice even

( I had a friend back in Madripoor ... )

Who: Jane and Hank
When: After the unfortunate phonecall
Where: The Mansion grounds and the pool
What: A somewhat belated teenage rebellion.


( Her mother would be so disapproving if she knew )

Who: Jane and Hank
When: Backdated to the very least last week - but timing is not important
Where: Hank's room
What: They were going to watch a movie ...

Warnings: NSFW. Graphic sex between two consenting adults. 10890 words of it. Enjoy :)


( There were distinct advantages to having big hands sometimes )

Summer is approaching rapidly. Hank's parents have invited me to join them for the Fourth of July and I've accepted the invitation. With some trepidation I must admit.

It's big thing. Meeting them.

I keep having this feeling that I don't know how to describe. Expectant isn't the right word, not really. I know that something is about to happen. Something is about to change. But I can't get a fix on what it might be. Likely. it's things that are none of my business, but knowing this much without knowing more is like having an itch you cannot reach.

Or maybe I am just too curious for my own good.


Dance class is fun. Kate suggested I should ask Hank to join us. I think I will. He's a good dancer.


I do hope they'll like me.

Jane and Grace
Before the basketball game
The men in their lives are discussed. As is lack of skills when it comes to basketball


( It's - he - he acted feline. In a way. )

The weather is nice.
Everything is green and growing outside and the air is getting warmer. I had a cup of tea on the porch today and if it hadn’t been for the wind it would have felt like summer.

I need to get next week’s shopping list together. I found a really interesting recipe for Mediterranean style baked vegetables. Maybe that’ll make the zucchinis go down? And we need laundry detergent. And a new dustpan. I have to remember to emphasize that we should get the very bio-degradable detergent.

I found a fascinating book on swaying and trembling associated with trance states in the Library. I have to see if I can find anything else by that author. And get a new notebook.

I haven’t seen in weeks.

Dance class is so much fun. I think it was a wonderful idea. Remy is really a gifted teacher, despite what he may think himself. And it was fun getting to dance with Ian again. Even if he seemed awfully distracted. I wonder why that is.

Mr. Summers and Miss Grey went on a weekend trip. With Kate. He is smiling a lot.

This afternoon I’ll go through my clothes and see what state my summer wardrobe is in. And perhaps read a bit. I’m in the middle of a novel.

I should remember to go see Emma as well. She was gone last weekend.


I miss him so much. Which is silly because I see him almost every day.
But he always seems a little preoccupied and even though sitting and talking a bit in the evenings is nice – and it is, it really is – it’s still odd, having to sit there and then get a kiss and then go back to my own room.

I’ve tried dressing for bed before I came. Letting my hair down. He used to like that.

I know it’s likely something to do with his research. Or – with the whole – instinctual side. But I can’t help feeling like I am doing something wrong.

I look in the mirror and see a nose and feet and elbows and frizzy hair

I don’t know what to do.

But I do know I love him.

I was so relieved after Hank and I spoke Thursday. I*d been worried that I had somehow done something wrong and that had caused him to withdraw. In fact I think he had just been as confused as I was with regard to how we should handle what happened between us in New York.

The first couple of days after we got back I did find myself going over it again and again in my mind. There was a time - while it happened - where I am not sure that he would have stopped. If he could have. But I didn't ask him to and I love him and this is not going to ruin anything.

He's so worried about hurting me, and has said that he would rather we didn't - get intimate again. Right away.

It did hurt a lot.

But I really liked sleeping next to him. His fur is really soft and it tickles

He is working on something and it seems to frustrate him a little. He's been skipping meals again but most evenings we manage to meet up sometime before bedtime and I normally bring up a little something for him to eat as well.

I am normally on my way to bed when I go to see him. Maybe I should change into my pajamas next time? That way I'll get to bed a little earlier and perhaps he'll ask me to stay instead of being really tired the following day.

*zooms past and pets Bobby and Hank. And Kate. And everyone really*

It's been a bad week.

The card for Nina's funeral has been taken care of as has the flowers. The house seems to settled a little so I feel less bad about going now. And about leaving with Hank who is more essential to the school than I am, all things considered.

He came down to see me. Monday. He was worried about how I was taking it, I think. I could tell that it troubled him, not having been able to save her, and I tried to be composed for his sake.

Then we got to talk about her. About Nina. He wanted to know what she had been like and I told him about her, what little I knew. Then I wanted to tell him about the flowers and for some reason the fact that they hadn't had any shasta daisies made me cry. It was so pointless. It hadn't even upset me that much when I spoke with florist on the phone, but I knew she liked them, Nina, and it suddenly seemed so unfair that she wouldn't even get those.

And it made me feel awful, crying in front of him, because it was hard enough for him already.

But he just held me.


Afterward he asked if I wanted to sit in the kitchen for a bit, have a cup of coffee with him. It was nice.

I feel so safe when he is here.

And now - now I am going to focus on out trip. We leave tomorrow.

Who: Jane and Reid
Where: The soup kitchen
When: Thursday evening
What: Proper introducions


( Would you believe it if I told you I've got lotion in my car for the same reason? )

Jane and Grace
Wednesday
Jane's room and the kitchen
Girl-talk


( Quick, padlock that thing before it makes a bid for freedom! )

Nina got killed. Mystique escaped and she killed her.
I've arranged for a bouquet and a card.


It shouldn't have to be like this.

And I should have known.

Grace left a note for me. She had had to go back. They called her back. To the Mansion.


The Healer.


There was so much blood. Every time I try to think back that is all I can picture clearly in my mind. Blood.

Ian came down and I showed him the note. Hid face went all white and he left. I think he went outside.


I have to get lunch ready. I just don't know what to tell the kids. If I should tell them we might be going back tomorrow.