The Seventh Seal: Death and Resurrection

[Storm]

Accepting Logan’s support, Ororo looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He appeared to be strong, but she was almost certain that he was just as confused and frightened as the rest of them, but seemed to be hiding it better. As he tried to jog the other, Kurt’s, memory, Storm found herself trying to connect the dots in her head.

Logan knows him, but he hasn’t been living here. But then again, neither has Logan. Bamf is gone, and this Kurt, who is quite similar in appearance, is in his place. Could it be they’re one in the same? And I feel I know him, that we were close once. I’m assuming this is to do with parallel dimensions once again...

Feeling a sharp pain beginning to form in her left temple, she was about to speak when Kurt mentioned the yellow man. An unconscious shudder ran through her entire body, and she felt the sudden need to be anywhere but there, to be far away from the place that had once felt like home.

“Perhaps we should gather the others and move on. I think this conversation can wait until we’ve all had time to think,” she said, a note of urgency in her voice.

[Kurt Wagner]

Though his mind was full of little else but questions, Kurt nodded in silent agreement. They could wait. He certainly didn't want to be selfish. The questions were less important than the more obviously pressing things at hand.

"You both need to see a doktor", he said with real concern as he rubbed at the ache in his own head. The last word was pronounced with more of an accent than any of the others, but it wasn't something Kurt thought about any more than his own needs for medical help. It just didn't occur to him.

Kurt. Kurt Wagner. Nightcrawler.

The words Logan had said to him echoed again in his mind.

He mentally shrugged. 'If you say so, mein freund', he thought to himself.

[Logan]

“Speakin’ of tha others,” Logan said as he looked around the room and sniffed at the air, “ain’t we missin’ a miniature version of tha elf?” His sense of smell seemed to have returned, and though the little guy had a slightly different scent than Nightcrawler did, Logan was having an impossible time finding him. He looked around suddenly, as the pieces of the puzzle began to fall in place in a way that could possibly explain what might have happened.

“BAMF!” Logan yelled. The little guy had tried to save his life…had most definitely saved Storm’s life. Logan looked at Storm. “He’s…gone.”<br>
The others. There were other students in the school that he felt responsible for. Looking from the confused Nightcrawler to the exhausted Storm, Logan finally found the fortitude he needed to be the small group’s leader.

Storm had mentioned finding the ‘others’. Right now that had multiple meanings, there were other students in the school right now, the first priority, and there were all of the students and faculty who were captured by SHIELD. Second Priority.

“Let’s round up everyone into one room,” he said to the two of them. “Then we come up with a plan for findin’ and fetchin’ tha X-Men.” He looked back and forth between the two of them. “There’ll be plenty of time for questions and restin’ later.”<br>
Plenty of time for nightmares.