He knew he would eventually find them, they couldnt run from him forever. He never had such an ache in his chest before than when they left him, and normally he wouldnt care, really he wouldnt but losing them was an ache that would not go away, how dare they leave him. And worse yet, it was where they ran off to. The damned X-Men, where that runt Logan was, he couldnt stand the thought of that runt near what was his.

His grip tightened on the throttle of his motorcycle, surging him forward just a bit faster, he would get them back, if it was the last thing he did, he would get the sunshine he called lover. His nose twitched the familiar sweet smell in his nostrils, he gunned it, they were close.