Wednesday
10:45 am

Bright lights blinding, hurting the eyes, voices unclear and an unfamiliar abyss.

“…we have to stabilize…Order a cat scan…”

“…family’s outside…”

“…Can you hear…squeeze my hand…”

Darkness embraces, soothing, welcoming, utter peace and clarity; an abyss.

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“What happened, I don’t understand.” One of the young students cried hugging her shoulders as another girl came up and embraced her. The waiting room housed the ten students who had been on the field trip that was just supposed to be an outing to the museum. Some nurses check them over, treating the ones with wounds.

“Did someone call the school?” A boy asked.

“Ah did…they’re on their way here.” Rogue spoke out calmly and she placed a bandage over her classmates’ eye. “There ya go, Jubes. Ah don’t think it’ll scar.” She added putting on a brave face.

“Is…will,” Bobby struggled to find the words. “There was so much blood.”

“It’s gonna be all right, we X-Men are tough. This aint nothing.” Rogue came and stood before him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” He agreed nodding trying to find strength in the words, but failing as his brow burrow in anger and confusion. “But there was so much blood.” He repeated and Rogue was at a loss for words, for there had been a lot of blood. They had learned from their ‘life saving’ classes with Jean that a head wound would bleed a lot, but none of them had been prepared for what they had just witnessed.

The nearly dead silence that filled the hall and waiting area was soon interrupted as the ER examining room doors burst open and the Doctors, nurses and patient all rushed out, and down the hall.

“What’s going on, what’s happening?” a frightened Jubilee screamed and she yanked at her hair in frustration and helplessness.

“Ma’am, what’s wrong?” Rogue managed to snag one of the nurses as she raced by.

“We have to get to the OR, Sweetie to stop the bleeding. Don’t worry you’ll get word as soon as it’s over.” With that the nurse raced on towards the elevators.

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10:20am

He was planning on enjoying this day, a day all to himself, all the brats were gone, on three different field trips, supervised by all the adults in the house, all except him. So he had the place to himself for a few hours and he was gonna make the most of it. He had just settled back with his beer in front of the TV, readying to watch a hockey game when the phone rang. With a growl and a mumbled curse he got up to answer to be bombarded with a frantic voice. “What? Rogue darlin yer gonna have ta stop cryin, and slow down I can’t understand ya. Yer where…I’m on my way.” Earlier plans forgotten Logan raced from the mansion heading for the hospital.

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10:50 am

He entered the emergency door not stopping to ask where they were, his nose had already told him so he made his way to where it led, down the hall and to the left. He moved back a bit just in time to avoid being ran over by the crew rushing by with what looked to be, in his opinion, and lost cause. He shook his head a bit as his nostrils became overwhelmed with the smell of blood, and something familiar that he couldn’t place. He moved on down the hall and to the waiting area.

“Logan!” Kitty exclaimed causing everyone to look up and then rush to where the confused man now stood. They all began to speak out trying to tell what happened and most failing to do it clearly through their crying.

“Whoa, I think we need a spokesperson here, Bobby, fill me in.”

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9:00 am

“Alright every one take a seat so I can get a head count, we do not wish to leave anyone behind.”

“That maybe your wish…” Bobby mumbled invoking giggled from everyone except a stern face stared back at him from the middle of the isle.

“If you desire to stay here that is fine by me, I believe Logan is staying behind, you are welcome to keep him company.” She said arching her brow and smiling at the sour looks that cross the student’s faces.

“No thanks, ah’m still sore from last week’s training session, and I know that’s what he’ll have us doin if we stay and make him have ta miss his hockey game.” Rogue commented from her seat.

“Great, then off we go, Bobby would you care to make use of that new driver’s license you just acquired?” She asked trying not to laugh at his happy child-like expression to her question.

“Heck yeah, for real?” He asked as he quickly jumped from his seat and moved to the front of the van. She dangled the keys out to him and he happily snatched them and took the driver’s seat.

“And do mind the speed limit.” She said as she took her seat, sitting sideway as so she could face the student as she discussed their itinerary to the day.

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9:37 am

“Shake ya fass, watch ya self, shake ya fass, show me watcha working wit…” The students sang along with the song that Bobby was blasting over the radio.

“Hang on guys, getting over and on to the ramp.” Bobby stated using his side mirror to guide him.

“Bobby watch out for your blind spot.”

“What…whoa…” He gasped as he jerked the wheel back, narrowly missing the car that was right beside him. The van veered to the right and skid and he fought to regain control. The students in the back screamed in a panic as the van shot across lanes, nearly hitting oncoming traffic, before running off the road and towards a wooded area.

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10:58 am

“At first I thought she was rushing up to help me, try to regain control, but then…I don’t know the airbag was coming out and it all happened so fast…and God I’m so sorry.” He said as tears fell from his eyes. Logan listened with clenched jaws. “After we all got out of the van and made sure no one was seriously hurt, we realized she was missing so a couple of us walked off, looking for her, calling her name, while the others made their way back up to the road to flag down help. I don’t know why I thought this, but for a second I figured she was already up to the road getting us help, cause we walked and walked and we hadn’t found her and we were a ways from the van and there was no way she…” He paused and squeezed his eyes shut to the image that his mind had re-invoked. “She was laying face down, she must have hit something, I mean besides the windshield, cause there was a lot of blood. So I took off my jacket and placed it against her head, you know to apply pressure, but it just kept gushing out, it just kept gushing.” He repeated as he stared down at his hands, which were caked with dried blood. Logan regarded the boy for a moment, feeling pity for what he knew was going to be a hard dealing for him, he then turned to Jubilee who stood beside him, clinging to his arm.

“Hey Jubes, take Bobby and see if ya can get a nurse or somebody ta clean him up a bit, ok?” She simply nodded and she moved to Bobby steering him towards the nurse’s station. He then focused his attention to Rogue. “Which room is she in?”

“She was in there.” Rogue turned and pointed to the open room, whose floor was covered with blood. “But they just rushed her up to the OR, they said that she was bleedin, like we couldn’t tell that already.” She said hugging her self a bit. Logan stared out towards where he had come in and that unfamiliar smell suddenly struck him, it was Sandalwood, what he referred to as ‘Ro’s smell’.

“Shit.” He silent cursed.

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1:32 pm

The others had finally arrived and now the waiting room was filled with frightened and anxious bodies, awaiting word.

“Did you see her?” Scott asked as he paused in his pacing long enough to turn to Logan, who sat seemingly calm, though his mind flooded with flashes of what could have happened if he had decided to take her up on her offer to go.

“Fer a sec, but…I didn’t know it was her.” He said and Scott, and the other three adults turned to stare at him.

“What do you mean you didn’t know it was her?” Scott questioned.

“There was a lot of blood, a lot and she was swollen, I caught her scent but it was overshadowed by the smell of blood, that I didn’t connect it as hers until…later.”

“Oh God, it’s that bad?” Jean gasped as she buried her face against the Professor’s shoulder, as he gently stroked her hair.

“Yeah, it’s bad.” Logan said as he stood and began to walk out.

“Where are you are going?” Scott called after him.

“To the scene, ta see just how bad it was.” He said over his shoulder as he rounded a corner.

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2:00 pm

He sat waiting patiently as the last of the crime scene officers surveyed the accident area. Once they had finally packed up and left he headed down, using all his senses to help him in his search for answers. When he sniffed the air he immediately caught a faint scent of Vanilla and Coconuts, and he knew it belonged to Ororo. He followed his nose and it lead him 20 ft. from where the van had crashed landed against a tree. As he scanned the surroundings trying to remember why the scent was one he had registered as Ororo, and then he stumbled upon the answer, just a few feet from where he stood he noticed a small boulder on the ground that was covered with blood and the item that made Logan recall the scent. It was the scent of Ororo’s shampoo, and he kneeled over the boulder and ran his fingers over the larger patch of white hair that was matted to the rock.

“Damn.” He whispered.

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6:45 pm

They had all been waiting hours and everyone was growing more agitated by the second, Logan more so than anyone, upon his arrival back at the hospital he had been silent, not speaking of what he had found, not wanting to upset the others more. But he was on pins and needles awaiting the word he was sure was coming, he was sure there was no way Ororo could survive the trauma he was sure she had endured. As if on que a doctor and several nurses walked out of the OR and the hall towards the waiting room, jean was the first to spot them and immediately stood with Scott bolting up after her, followed by all the students, who had all stayed to get word on their favorite teacher’s condition.

“Doctor, how is she?” Jean questioned.

“Ah, Dr. Grey, it’s nice to see you again I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“Yes me too, were you able to stop the bleeding?” Jean asked going into full doctor mode.

“Yes we were your friend had a bad skull fracture as well as a Epidural hematoma. It took so long simply because we had to virtually piece her skull back together, it was like a puzzle with tiny pieces.” The doctor explained.

“So how is she, will she be ok?” Logan barked out not caring for the medical terms they were spitting out.

“I honestly don’t know, only time can tell. To be honest I was surprised she survived the surgery, now it will be touch and go, the next twenty-four hours will tell a lot, but I have to tell you, you should prepare for the worst, notify her family…”

“We are her family,” Logan remarked.

“Then maybe get a priest…” The doctor added causing sobs to fill the room and a low growl courtesy of Logan.

“Ro’s a fighter, she’ll pull through if she made it through tha surgery she’s gonna pulll through it all.”

“Can we see her?” Jean asked hopefully.

“Yes, she should be up in ICU in about twenty minutes, but I don’t think they should,” The doctor nodded to the tired and frightened faces of the students that filled the room. The Professor nodded in agreement.

“I will take the students home,” He finally spoke.

“Don’t you want to see Ororo?” Scott asked, stunned that he would leave without seeing her.

“I am linked to her now, reassuring her.” The Professor said.

“Has she responded, I have been trying but…” Jean asked but the Professor shook his head no.

“No I get no reply from her, but I still want to let her know we are here that she is not alone.” He replied.

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7:15 pm

They stood outside the ICU room, not making an attempt to enter it. Jean took a deep breath, conjuring up the courage, before turning the knob on the door. The second her eyes fell on the still form laying in the bed, hooked up to many tubes and machines, Jean nearly crumbled to the floor as she gripped at the door frame to keep herself up right. Scott moved past her, staring in disbelief.

“That’s not her.” Scott said as he looked from the bed back to where Jean and Logan stood just in the doorway. “They’ve made a mistake, that’s not Ororo.”

“Yeah, it is.” Logan mumbled as he stared at the unconscious women.

“No,” Scott said shaking his head. “Ororo’s not that dark or fat…”

“She’s swollen, flying 20 ft. and smacking head first into a big rock will do that to you.” Logan spoke in a harsh tone his words caused Jean to clutch her chest.

“Oh God, Roro,” She called out as she moved to the bed and gently grasped her friend’s hand. Logan and Scott also gathered about the bed, standing silently as Jean softly spoke words of comfort to Ororo.

“What do we do?” Scott asked looking directly to Logan for the answer, but got none.

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Two Weeks

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Scott asked as he stood outside the med lab.

“We are better equipped to take care of her here, Scott, you know that. Between Hank and I Ororo will have the best chance to recover from this.” Jean spoke as she moved about the room making sure everything was setup correctly as they awaited Logan and Hank’s return from the hospital with Ororo.

“I don’t know I guess…I just pictured Ororo’s homecoming differently.” He said sighing heavily.

“We all did baby,” She said as she moved to him reaching out to stroke his cheek. “But at least she’ll be home and surrounded by people who love her.”

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Six Weeks
12:15 am

“How long has he been in here?” Jean asked as she entered the med lab to take over watch while Her colleague, Dr. Henry ‘Hank McCoy got some rest.

“Since lunch time.” Hank replied with a heavy sigh as they watched the man sitting beside Ororo’s bed. “Goodnight Jean.”

“Goodnight Hank and thank you.”

“No need, though I did not know her as well as I would have liked, what I did know of her from our brief encounters, I liked and I considered Ororo a friend too.” He spoke smiling and then looked back at the bed holding the woman he wished he could have known better, before he left. Jean turned her attention to the man sitting deathly still in the chair beside the bed, she stood watching until he turned and looked directly at her, sending a shiver through her, it always freaked her out, how he always seemed to know she’s watching him even when she’s trying to hide. Having been caught she moved into the room, going about checking Ororo’s vitals. Logan didn’t regard her with his usual smile or snide comments of flirting. It was Jean who spoke first.

“It’s late Logan, you should go try and get some sleep, I will be here all night and I will call you if there’s any change.”

“I’m fine.” He said never looking up at her. She sighed and nodded her hair before turning to leave. “It’s growing back. He said and Jean turned to him with a look of confusion over her face.

“What?”

“Her hair thought it would take longer, considering how it came out.” He said cringing a bit, remembering the day he found a clump of Ororo’s hair and scalp on a rock.

“I guess when she wakes she’ll have you to thank, we were able to graph the piece of her scalp that you found, and in effect saved it. He hair should grow fine as it always has.” Jean said as she reached out and stroked a soft lock of Ororo’s hair. “Swelling going down too, did you notice?” Jean asked referring to Ororo face and head, which had been so swollen that she was unrecognizable.

“Yeah, she looks good, now she jus needs ta wake up.”

“Yes it would be nice if she would.” Jean spoke as she brushed her fingers across Ororo’s cheek. “I’ve got some paper work to go over, I’ll check in on you two later.” She said as she walked out.
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4:06 am

His dream was filled with guilt and was always the same; they were under attack by Magneto. Ororo hanging on the edge of some cliffs and before he could reach her, she falls. He awoke with a start and a growl on his lips and his sense stood on alert and his eyes scanned the room for any threat. His eyes then settled on the only other person in the room and found that she lay still same as she had before fell asleep, except now she was staring directly at him.

“Jean,” He called out as she began to stand from his chair and moved closer to the bed. “Jean!” He then yelled as he now kneeled beside the bed looking into Ororo fearful eyes.

“What, what’s wrong?” Jean asked as she rushed into the room.

“She’s awake.” Logan said never looking away from Ororo, with her staring back.

“What?” Jean said as she moved to the bed. “Oh God, Roro?” Jean spoke with a smile on her lip and tears forming in her eyes
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The room was now filled with once sleeping bodies that all stood around anxiously waiting to see if Ororo was ok.

“Ok sweetie I’m going to pull out the tube now, so just relax.” Jean coaxed as she slowly began pulling on the tubing. Ororo began to cough viciously her throat dry and sore. “Here try to drink some of this.” Jean held a glass of water to Ororo’s lips as she slowly sipped at the water before turning way coughing again.

“That’s enough, let her breath.” Logan spoke up as he remained at her bedside. She looked at him with a frown before letting her eyes moved about the room, taking in each face. She then turned back to Logan who had been the first she saw.

“Wh…” She tried to speak and was greet with a hoarse voice that caused her to pause. “Where am I?”

“Home.” Rogue spoke out before Logan could and confused eyes fell on her.

“Home?” Ororo repeated. “And who are you?”

“Wait you don’t remember me?” Rogue asked in a tone that sounded as if she were about to cry, Ororo simply shook her head no.

“Ororo?” Jean called her but she didn’t respond but continued looking at the strange girl talking with her. Jean reached on and touched her shoulder gaining her attention. “Do you remember anyone here?”

“No.”

“Do you remember your name, what year it is?” Jean went on questioning her.

“No.”

“Oh dear,” Hank said what was pretty much a consensus in everyone’s mind.
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9:20am

After running a few tests on Ororo and then reluctantly leaving her to get some rest, most of the X-Men gathered in the Professor’s office to discuss the problem.

“What do we do?” Jean asked as she leaned forward, and buried her face in her hands as she rested her elbows atop the table. Scott stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders.

“I do not know that there is anything to be done, and we won’t know how severe this is until we get those test results and run more.” Hank stated from his seat across from Jean.

“Maybe there aint nothing ta be done, she’s alive and she’s awake, and aint that what we’ve been praying for weeks? Now she’s back and not tha way ya remember ya wanna start fuckin wit her head, think that’s been done already.” Rogue spoke out angrily.

“That’s not what I mean Rogue.” Jean defended.

“Yeah it is it’s exactly what ya meant, probably already plottin some mind probe. Give her time, afta all she’s been through it’s not surprising she can’t remember anything, just give her time, ah’m willing to wait.”

“Rogue is correct, Ororo has been through an ordeal that no one really expected her to live through…” The Professor spoke.

“No one except Logan.” Bobby threw in and the Professor nodded his head.

“Yes, except Logan. She does need time and we must give it to her, reacquaint ourselves to her and her to her life here.”
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9:55am

She had awaken and now lay in the dark and empty lab room filled with equipment as she stared up at the ceiling not looking at anything in particular. Just laying trying to remember what happened to her, anything about herself her surroundings and those in it.

“You know,” She spoke through a heavy sigh. “I don’t recall much but I do know that staring is rude.” She said as she turned to a dark corner. After a few seconds a figure emerged.

“Sorry, wasn’t tryin ta be rude darlin, just…”

“Sitting in a dark corner watching me.” He chuckled at her.

“Yeah,” He said as he took his resident seat at her beside. They sat in a long silence before Ororo spoke again.

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Logan,”

“Logan…Logan what?”

“Ah, I don’t know.” He answered honestly and peaked her interest and she then gave him her total attention. “Much like you I don’t remember much about my past.”

“Were you in an accident like me?” She asked.

“Naw jus had some fucked up scientist and his group fuck me over. They did some things ta me, I lost my memories.”

“What kind of things?”

SNIKT!

She stared at the blades for a moment before looking back up into gray eyes. “Now, why doesn’t that scare me?” She inquired.

“Don’t know guess somewhere in that head of yers ya know me and know I would never hurt ya.”

“Actually,” Hank spoke as he entered the room and both Logan and Ororo turned to where he stood. “It’s because the part of your brain that exhibits your fear, doesn’t seem to be working.”

“What does that mean, she can’t sense fear anymore?” Logan asked.

“Exactly.”
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Eight Weeks
12:45pm

“So you’re finally getting out of here and back into your very own room, how does that make you feel?” Jean asked excitedly as she, Hank, The Professor, and Logan all stood in the med lab as Ororo packed up some personal items, Rogue and Logan had brought her.

“Well not as happy as you seem to be,” Ororo mumbled as she stood over the bag with her back to the others. Logan chuckled a bit having heard the comment. Ororo looked back at him and threw a small smile she had forgotten he had mentioned his heightened senses.

“It will be good for you to get out of here, and hopefully when you’re in your own space you’ll start to recall thing, I’m sure you will so don’t worry.” Jean continued disregarding Ororo’s mumbled comment.

“I’m not worried, I’m fine, really Jean. Thank you and Hank for all your help. From what I’ve been told and the pictures I was in pretty bad shape, but you patched me up, so thank you.” Ororo said as she stood now holding her small bag of things.

“What pictures?” Jean inquired.

“The ones taken of me right after the accident, Logan…” At the mention of his name Jean snapped her head towards him.

“You showed her pictures?” She asked in a near hiss.

“Yeah, she wanted to see so I showed her, she had a right to see them.”

“I did ask so don’t get mad at him, it’s ok, it’s not like I remember any of it.” Ororo said as she walked towards the door where she paused and turned to Logan. “Logan would you be so kind to show me my room please?” He nodded and led her out of the lab. Jean rushed after them, but the Professor held up his hand stopping her.

“Jean, she will be fine, she just needs space.” Jean bowed her head a bit and nodded.

“I know I’m coddling her a bit…”

“Yes a bit,” The Professor agreed with a smile, which Jean matched with one of her own.

“It’s just that we nearly lost her…”

“I know Jean, I know.”
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12:58pm

“Here we are,”

“God, did you guys hate me or something, you put me way up here?” She spoke as she stared back down the narrow staircase that had led them up to the attic room.

“Yer choice darlin and for good reasons.” Logan stated as he pushed up the door. “It’s the largest bedroom in the house, yer very own loft.” She arched her brow as she stared into the vast airy room, which housed a bed, a couple of bureaus, a vanity area, and many plants.

“I take it back you’re all idiots to let me have this room.” She said with a giggle as Logan smiled at the comment, which He thought was the truth the moment he had entered the room.

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get settled in…”

“Don’t leave!” She quickly said grasping his arm firmly. “I…I was kind of hoping you’d show me around this place, from what I’ve seen of it I would no doubt get lost. And…I really want to get away from Jean, she beginning to work a nerve, with all the questions and the hugging.”

“So that’s what that mini shower earlier was all about, huh?” Ororo frowned at his question.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh Fuck!”
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1:13 pm

“Ororo,”
“Please call me ‘Ro’,” She asked as the Professor nodded in agreement and Logan beamed a little with pride that she wanted to use his pet name for her, one she had so often asked him not to use. “Or…rory…o, that’s just too hard to pronounce.”

“Very well, Ro,” The Professor said with a smile. “Logan has brought something to my attention, something I should have been aware of, We all know you do not know who you are, we should have guess that being the case that you would not know what you are either.”

“What I am, what do you mean, what I am.”

“Or…Ro, you are like everyone here and many others in the world, you are what we call Mutants,” He paused hoping it would cause some recollection in her mind but when she simply stared at him with a blank look he went about explaining the ‘X’ Gene and her powers to her.
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1:49pm

“So I can control the weather and my ‘Codename’,” She held up her fingers and mimicked quotation marks. “Is Storm? What’s yours ‘Wheels’?” Logan laughed outright to that comment recalling using the very name not so long ago. Ororo laughed as well but it quickly faded upon looking at The Professor’s unamused face. “I’m sorry Charlie, but this is just unreal, do you know how you sound?”

“Yes I imagine it sounds a bit crazy from your standpoint,”

“Yeah,”

“But I assure you it is the truth, which Logan can verify.” She looked to Logan for his comment and simply got a head nod.

“So I’m like a superhero or something, right?” She asked as a goofy smile crossed her face.

“Well I suppose one could look at it that way, we do use our abilities for good to help others. However, I must ask that you do not try to use yours, not until you’ve had some training first. You are one of the most powerful mutants in the world Ro, and with that comes great responsibility. Also you must take care and be more reserved than most for your powers are linked to your emotions.”

“So what you’re saying is that if I get pissed or someone gets on my nerves,” She looked to Logan as she made that comment. “Then the weather changes?”

“Yes.” She paused to let it all sink in.

“That is so freaking cool.” She said with another goofy smile, and neither Logan nor the Professor could help but to smile back at her merriment.
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Ten Weeks
11:23am

She watched her surrounding warily, hoping and praying she would make it to her destination without any hassle. She knew that most of the children had plans some kind of outing and that Scott and Jean would mostly accompany them. She was looking forward to being virtually alone. She entered the rec room without and scene and sighed thankful as she rested a moment wit her back to the door, waiting and listening to make sure there were no kiddies about, once sure she entered the room and moved toward the big screen which was already on some nature channel as she got closer she realized why, there was someone there watching TV.

“Mornin, darlin.” Logan spoke out never taking his eyes from the TV as the scene of a lioness taking down a zebra played out.

“Morning, “ She replied as she clutched the large bowl of cereal she had been carrying, closer to her chest as she took a seat at the opposite end of the couch that Logan occupied. He sat with his feet propped up on the coffee table, with his arms across his chest, holding a beer in his hand as the rest of the six pack sat atop the table. “That’s some breakfast.” She commented and he simply shot her a ‘Mind your own business’ glare, which she had become quite familiar with over the past weeks, and had always ignored. They fell into a silence as they watched the show, both enjoying, both loving nature. After a moment Ororo spoke, never looking away from the screen. “So aren’t you going ask me if I’m ok, does my head hurt, or do I remember anything yet?”

“No.” He said before taking another swig from his beer. There was another moment of silence.

“Why not, everyone else does,” She said sighing as if she were exhausted.

“I figer if ya want me ta know ya’d tell me.” He stated still looking at the screen and Ororo turned to him as a smile spread across her face.

“Yes I would,”

“Then there aint no need fer me ta hound ya about it.” Ororo’s smile widened as she looked down at her bowl of cereal, after a second she stood from the couch and moved closer to where Logan sat and then sat down beside him, curling her feet beneath her. He watched her curiously out of the corner of his eyes, and stiffened a bit as he felt her warm body lean against his. After she got comfortable, resting her head against his broad shoulders, she went back to eating her breakfast, she then scooped a spoonful and lifted it up to Logan.

“Want some?” She asked. He eyed her with a smirk.

“Naw, I got mine, thanks.” He said tilted the bottle of beer towards his lips.

“That’s not breakfast.”

“So ‘you’ say, it’s been my breakfast fer a long time, I got no complaints.”

“Yeah but mine is better,” Ororo insisted as she sat up a bit still leaning into Logan but now faced towards him. “Here just try it you may like it.” She said moving the spoon closer to his mouth.

“No,”

“Oh come on just a little bit, it’s not gonna kill you,”

“I'm not worried about ‘me’ getting killed here, darlin.”

“Oh my God,” She spoke rolling her eyes. “You’re threatening my life over cereal? Because I want you to eat more healthy things and want you to…”

“Change who I am, who I’ve been fer a long time, sorry darlin many have tried and failed so don’t waste yer time.” He said with a chuckle but his words, though meant to be playful stopped Ororo and made her smile fade. Logan noticed the serius look on her face. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” She said as she sat back and away from him a bit.” He turned to her now seeing that she was on the verge of tears, which he could never stand to see, Ororo crying, it was a rare sight but it always tore at his gut.

“Fer what?”

“For trying to change you, I should know better than anyone how that feels, God I’m in a house full of people who try to change me, with the exception of you, they all wish I was someone else. I’m sorry Logan.” She said looking up at him as a single tear rolled from her eyes. A part of him stood on edge he didn’t know how to handle this type of situation, he couldn’t use his usual tactics, which was killing something.

“It aint that bad darlin, I was only kidding wit ya, don’t cry.” He said trying to sound comforting but sounding angry. “I’ll eat some cereal wit ya, look.” He took the bowl from her scooped a large spoonful into his mouth. “Mmhmhm.” He exclaimed and she lifted her eyes to look at him and instantly fell into giggles. Which turned into a full on laugh as his face soured to the tasted of the oat bran cereal. “Shit Ro what tha fuck are ya eatin?”

“What it’s healthy, at least that’s what it says on the box.” She spoke still laughing.

“And you like the taste?” She herself made a sour face, sticking out her tongue a bit and shaking her head no. “Then why tha fuck do ya eat it?”

“Jean said it was mine, what I ate before the accident.”

“Yeah it was, but do ‘you’ like it?”

“God no, it’s like eating twits and nuts from the woods out back.” Logan nodded in agreement.

“Than don’t eat it.” He placed the bowl on the table and quickly guzzled back some beer, trying to kill the taste, and when he pulled the bottle down Ororo grabbed it and downed the rest. Logan arched his browns at her, impressed with the move, one the old ‘Ororo’ would never do though he was sure she wanted to. Ororo sat the now empty bottle on the table and let out a loud belch.

“Excuse me.” She said with a smile, which matched the one on Logan’s lips. She quickly leaned into Logan and placed a soft kiss on his lips, stunning him as she moved back a bit. “Thank you Logan,” She said with their nose nearly touching and their hot breath on each other’s face. After a few seconds of staring into each other’s eyes, neither moving from the position, Logan reached up and grasped Ororo’s hair, tangling his fingers in it.

“Yer welcome.” He said low as he pulled her towards him.

“Logan we’re leav… Oh,” Jean entered the room and was stunned by what she saw. Logan upon seeing her instinctively shoved Ororo back off of him, stunning her. “I’m sorry I was just coming to let you know we’re leaving, I’m sorry.” She apologized as she fidgeted and avoided their eyes.

“It’s alright Red, we won’t doin nothing.” Logan replied as she stood and moved towards Jean.

“It’s none of my business Logan,” Jean mumbled still avoiding eyes as Logan looked ta her with pleading eyes and Ororo with curious ones. “We’re leaving now, we’ll be back in a few hours, bye.” Jean turned and tried to hurry from the room only to have Logan grab her wrist and stop her.

“Jean,” He spoke in a pleading voice, one Ororo had never heard nor ever thought she’d see the mighty ‘Logan’ using.

“I have to go Logan, Scott’s waiting,” She said the one thing she knew would get him to back off, her reminder that she was with Scott, and it worked as Logan let go of her hand and glared after her as she left the room. Ororo watched him from her spot on the couch as she stood still looking after Jean.

“So,” She broke the silence. “Are you two fucking?” He looked back at her in disbelief, surprised by the brazen comment. “Well, either you are or ‘you’ want to be, so which is it?” He didn’t answer, but clinched his jaws shut. “Fine, whatever, don’t really care to know anyway, but next time you kiss a girl you might want to let her know you got a thing for someone else.” Ororo said as she turned back around to stare at the screen, as she picked up her Bowl and went back to eating her ‘nasty’ cereal.

“What, yer tha one that started that darlin,” Logan said.

“Yeah, but you could have said you weren’t interested instead of letting me embarrass myself like that.” She stated as she spooned a mouthful of cereal.

“One, who says I aint interested and two, I doubt very seriously that embarrassed you.”

“Forget it Logan, nothing’s gonna happen anyway, I aint down with sharing, at least I don’t think I am,” She spoke frown up her face as she thought on it.

“Shit, ya make it sound like we have something goin.”

“Well we could have right here, just a few seconds ago, but now I can see that it aint gonna happen, what with your head stuck up Miss Priss’ ass, so…”

“Damn, Ro did you lose all your modesty along with yer memory?” Logan chuckled as he folded his arms across his chest and smiled at the woman sitting before him, liking this new brazen side.

“Maybe and it aint like I lost all my memories, I know one plus one equals two, can understand and totally disagree with Darwin’s theory of Evolution, and I can painfully remember the feeling of horniness, just wanted to relieve some stress, thought you wouldn’t mind helping me out. Never figured you were a man in love and all, and definitely not with Miss Priss, aint she with Scott?” Logan just continued to stare at her in awe with a smile spread across his face. “Ya think Scott would be willing to help me with my problem, or maybe Kurt, I mean you look past the blue skin, those teeth and the tail, he’s a hottie. Oh and that accent….yum” Ororo continued with a far off look as she thought on it.

“Are you serious?” Logan asked laughing.

“Hell yeah, I’m ready to be uncorked so my champagne can overflow. Why are you willing to help me?”

“Well I…”

[Logan, I need you in the conference room, now please.]

“…fuck!” Logan groaned hating when The Professor popped into his head like that.

“Yeah?” Ororo watched him with a smile.

“Naw…that was Chuck.” Logan stated as he headed for the door.

“Charlie, where?” She asked as she stood and headed after him.

“In my head, he’s calling me to the conference room.”

“Oh, what for?” Ororo questioned as they now walked down the hallway.

“Don’t know, guess I’ll find out when I get there and where tha hell ya think yer goin?”

“To the meeting.”

“Were ya invited?”

“I am an honorary member of this team aren’t I, aint that enough to get me in?”

“Whatever,”

12:00pm, Conference Room:
“I’m sorry you all had to postpone your plans today and I’m glad you all made it and,” The Professor began the meeting and then paused as he noticed Ororo taking a seat. “Ah, Ororo your presences is not needed…”

“Why not is this meeting about me?” She asked as she leaned back in her seat and propped her legs up on top of the table.

“Why no, it is about X-Men business,” He said and Ororo simply arched a brow to him. “Yes, well I suppose you have as much right to be here. So, we have a situation, Magneto is up to his old tricks it seems, and he has enlisted the help of some old foes, namely Sabertooth, as well as new Mutants who believe as he does, that there is a war brewing between Mutants and Humans.”

“Sabertooth, thought I killed that bastard.”

“Yes well it seems he has healing abilities much like your own, Logan.” Logan grumbled something inaudiable.

“So our mission, if we choose to accept it, is to stop this Magneto and Sabertooth?” Ororo asked.

“Ororo, I don’t think you should get involved.” Jean spoke out.

“And why the hell not?”

“Well you are still learning to use your powers again and…”

“And I have pretty much mastered them, at least that’s what Scott says, right Scott?”

“Uh…yeah, she’s almost back to her old self, well with using her powers that is.”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea…”

“Well good thing you’re not in charge here, ‘Red’.” Ororo spoke through gritted teeth ‘Red’ as Logan fondly called her was really working Ororo’s last nerve. Jean instantly clamped her mouth closed taking heed from Ororo calling her by the name Logan used, wondering if she somehow knew about her attraction to Logan. Ororo slyly smiled at Jean’s reaction and decided to make her squirm some more. She took her feet from the table and leaned in to Logan who sat beside her. “Besides, Logan’ll be there to watch my back,” She spoke this while reaching out and raking her nails across his neck, invoking a growl.

“Fine…whatever.” Jean said.

“All the information you will need has already been patch to the Blackbird. I want you to find out what Magneto is up to, why he’s been staking out the museum.” With a nod the X-Men left to suit up.

12:23 pm:
“You have got to be kidding,” Ororo said as she held up the suit Logan had told her was hers. “What the hell am I suppose to do with this.”

“I still aint sure myself, darlin.” Logan replied with a chuckle.

“They do know it’s summertime now, right, we’ll bake in this shit.” Logan laughed outright at her words.

“Hey you two ready yet?” Scott asked as he popped his head in the room.

“Give us a minute Scooter.”

“Well hurry up,” Scoot said as he left the room.

“You know,” Ororo spoke as she pulled her shirt over her head, not caring that Logan was sitting there, obviously appreciating her frame. “I just don’t get those two, I mean yeah they both need to pull that stick outta their asses, but I don’t know they just both seems so…blah.” She continued as she peeled off her pants and began pulling on the leather suit, which Logan instinctively stood to help her with, zipping her up in the back. “I mean Blah people, need to be with exciting people, which is why I get Jean’s attraction to you. Just don’t get how they got hooked up together.”

“I guess convenience, they grew up together, with you too.” Logan said as they left the locker room. “You guys were like the ‘super friends’.” Logan stated as Ororo wrinkled her nose up in disgust.

“You’re just saying that to be mean, please tell me that’s not the truth.”

“Fraid it is kid.” Logan said with a chuckle. “But I think you came a bit later you were already a teen when you came here from Africa.”

“Africa!” Ororo exclaimed as she paused and Logan did the same as he stared at her. “I came from Africa?”

“You were born here, and raised there, which is why ya got that accent.” Logan turned and continued down the corridor towards the Blackbird, as Ororo remained in her spot for a second letting it all sink in before she moved after Logan, calling out to him.

“What accent?”

1:15 pm
“Ok Storm a little cover please,” Cyclops said from his spot at the terminal with Jean in Storm’s usual seat beside him. Storm stared from him to Jean, then to Wolverine in confusion, as Wolverine leaned over to her and whispered.

“He means fer ya ta make it foggy, ta cover our landing, before he puts on the cloaking device.”

“Oh, well why the hell didn’t he just say ‘Fog’ Storm?” She asked rolling her eyes as they whitened and their outside surrounding disappeared in a dense fog. “Damn I’m good.” Storm said smiling to herself.

“Ok everyone, move out and keep your eyes peeled, lets not have an altercation if we don’t have to, and I mean you Wolverine.”

“You know what you can do fer me one eye.” Wolverine threw over his shoulder as he headed out, leading the way to the museum’s entrance. Storm moved close behind him, stopping suddenly as he paused and sniffed the air. “Sabertooth.” He snarled.

“I take it you two aren’t close.” Storm said.

“Ya can say that. When I get my hands on him, I’ll make sure he won’t be getting back up.”

SNIKT!

“Damn, I really want a pair of those things, they rock.” Storm said as she stared at Wolverine’s hands.

“All right Goddess, watch my back.” Wolverine said as they headed inside, with the others falling way behind them.

“I don’t think I care for that name, Wolverine.”

“Naw ya never did.” He said with a smile, which quickly faded as he stopped dead in his track and turned his head to the side a bit, listening. “Oh shit,” Wolverine said as he turned to Storm, grasping her and throwing her over his shoulder.

“Wolverine, what!” Storm exclaimed, startled, he didn’t reply but just ran as fast as he could to the entrance, where Jean and Cyclops were entering.

“RUN!” Wolverine yelled as he ran by with Storm in tow. Not needing any further explanation, both Jean and Cyclops turned and followed Wolverine out the door, they didn’t stop running until they were safely behind a bricked fencing, where Wolverine tossed Storm to the ground and then jumped atop her for covering, Cyclops did the same with Jean, just before the air filled with a deafening boom, and the ground shook. Debris fell over them and on the ground around them, once the dust finally settled Wolverine lifted his head to survey the scene, as did the others. They watched as Sabertooth and another they had never seen before come out of what was left of the museum.

“Did you have to do it that big, ya dumb fuck, you singed some hairs.” Sabertooth said with a growl, and then pause as a familiar scent caught his nose. “Why if it aint the runt.”

“De wot mon ami, wot ya mean de runt?” The Cajun asked as he stared after the burly man.

“Come on out runt, I know yer here.” Sabertooth called out and Wolverine hurried complied.

“Wolverine wait,” Cyclops called out to him, as he and Jean remained hidden. Storm decided she was gonna watch his back and she too stood up behind him.

“Why it’s the runt and the cunt,” Sabertooth said in a near growl as Storm stared at him.

“Cunt,” She repeated. “Should I be offended?”

“Ahhhhh!” Wolverine roared as he ran and leaped at Sabertooth, knocking him to the ground, Sabertooth in turn, kicked him over his head, throwing him a few feet away, he then focused his attention to Storm. He leaped and knocked her to the ground, growling and snarling down into her face, she stared up at him with no fear, but a smile.

“What’s your name, cutie?” she asked stunning him a bit and distracting him enough that he didn’t see Cyclops, who blasted him knocking him back into the nearly collapsed building. “Why did you do that for I didn’t even get his name?” Storm asked looking a bit irritated at Cyclops.

“That was Sabertooth, the bad guy and the one who’s always trying to get you to scream for him.” Cyclops answered.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Storm said. “So if that’s Sabertooth, who’s that, Magneto?” She nodded toward the man helping Sabertooth to his feet, just as Wolverine got to his and charged at them, only to be stopped, seemingly frozen still.

“No that’s Magneto,” Jean referred to the man leaning out of the helicopter that was landing a ways off from where they stood. Sabertooth and the Cajun made their way to the chopper hopping in, as it quickly took off and once it was far enough away, Wolverine dropped to the ground and Storm rushed to him.

“Are you ok?” She asked as she helped him to his feet.

“Yeah,” He said huffing out his breaths.

“Come on guys, we better report back to the Professor, they obviously got what they came here for.” Cyclops said as they all made their way back to the jet.

“So Wolverine, what do you know about that Sabertooth, does he have a girlfriend?” Storm asked as they entered the Jet, causing Wolverine to look at her as if she had grown another head. “What?”

~~~~

“What so now you’re not going to speak to me because I think he was hot?” She asked as she followed him from the Blackbird and back to the locker room area, as Jean and Scott headed to give the Professor their report. He didn’t even look back to reply, but did growl angrily as he started undressing from his uniform. She did the same as she continued to try a talk with him. “Oh come on Logan, I know you two have history but what has that got to do with me?”

“Everything.” He hissed as he turned, grasping her arms and then he slammed her back against a locker, and pinned her there. She was so stunned by the action that she didn’t speak but stood silent staring into his eye, searching for any signs that he would actually hurt her. He saw the questioning fear in her eyes and bowed his head a bit as he loosed his death grip on her arms. “Look,” He spoke as his head remained bowed and his eyes locked to their feet. “I know you don’t remember it,” He slowly looked up at her, locking eyes. “But not so long ago, Sabertooth tried to hurt you, and when I say hurt I mean in the worse way a man could hurt a woman, and he didn’t mind an audience.” She swallowed back the vile in her throat that had form from the image his words placed in her mind. “And now yer practically inviting him to it.” She still couldn’t reply but simply bowed her head a bit in shame.

“I..I didn’t…”

“I know darlin, ya don’t remember much about, before the accident, but ya trust me?” She quickly looked at him with an expression that asked ‘how could you ask that’. “then trust me when I saw thatSabertooth is bad news, and ya don’t want ta be fuckin around wit him, in fact when ya see him tuck yer tail and haul ass…”

“I can….”

“No! Ya don’t try ta fight ya run, he’s fast fer his size and could take ya down quick, and ya wouldn’t be able ta get him off ya once he’s latched on, he’d have ya out cold before ya could conjure up one of yer bolts.” She smiled at him warmly endeared by his concern and amused by his little knowledge, though it was more then her own knowledge of herself, she seemed to be aware of one factor of her mutant abilities that it seems no one else was aware of. She reached out and gently grasped his face, pulling him down into a sensual kiss, which shocked him still for a second, before he gripped her in his embrace, deepening it. After a few second Logan’s body flew back against the opposite lockers as the smell of burnt hair filled the room. Ororo opened her mouth and blew out a cloud of smoke before speaking.

“Why does everyone think I have to conjure anything?” She then held out her hand and a small thunderstorm hovered about it. “It’s all right at my fingertips.” She said with a pleased smile, which soon faded when she noticed that Logan hadn’t made a move to get up. “Oh, please Logan, the voltage wasn’t even that much, it just stunned you.” She said rolling her eyes at what she thought was his attempt at scaring her. “Logan?” She called out as she moved to him now noticing how red his skin was. “Oh God, Logan!” She then moved to stand and go seek Jean’s help, when his hand shot out and grabbed her throat, and instinctively her hands gripped his. He yanked her face close to his and her eyes widened as she watched his skin heal over.

“My entire skeleton is metal, remember that the next time ya want ta ‘just stun’ me.” He said in a near growl as she roughly released her neck, which she rubbed at.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know, you never told me, you just popped out the claws.” She stated as she continued rubbing at her neck.

“Well now ya do so now so keep ya fuckin bolts to yerself.” He said gruff as he stood.

“Fine but you didn’t have to be so rough.” She said as she too stood and moved towards the back to her designated locker, and began trying to undress. Logan watched her for a moment before he moved to her to help. “I’ve got it, thanks” She said coldly as she brushed him off.

“I don’t mind, here let me…”

“No, fuck off!” She said harshly as she now spun to glare at him.

“I’m sorry ok,” He threw out. “Now let me help ya.” He once again moved, reaching for the zipper in the back of her uniform. She in turn smacked his hand away and gave him a strong shove, making him stumble back a bit. When he regained his composure he looked up at her with a grin and she threw back a challenging smirk. In the blink of an eye he had pounced, throwing her back against the locker, while grasping and then pinning both her hands above her head, with one of his. “Was jus tryin ta be nice, darlin.” He huffed in her breath as he pressed his hard body against hers.

“And I said I didn’t want your help.” She hissed as she struggled against him, trying in vain to free herself. “Now get off me.” He only chuckled as he lifted his free hand up to eye-level, and Ororo’s eyes widened as watched a single blade slowly slide from in between his first and middle fingers. He moved the sharp tip to the top opening of her suit, causing her eyes to swiftly shoot up to stare at his, which were locked on hers. “You would not dare.” She spoke through gritted teeth and he arched his brow to her.

“No?”

Riiiiip!

“I cannot believe you just did that.” Ororo said as her now bared chest heaved up and down with her panted breaths. Logan only grinned wider as he averted his eyes from her face down to her satin covered breasts and then back up to her eyes. “You Son-of-a-B….Mmmmhmhmh.” Her curse was cut off as Logan’s mouth suddenly latched onto hers in a breath-taking kiss. Again she struggled against him to free her hands, which she eventually did and instantly gripped them in Logan’s hair, yanking him closer. His own hands weren’t idle as they wrapped around her waist in a vice grip, lifting her bit from the floor. She in turn lifted one of her legs and wrapped it across Logan’s backside, as one of his hands shot out to grip her leg and hold her to him. They were so lost in each other they hadn’t noticed the two figures that stood in the entrance, one smiling at the scene while the other stared in disbelief and slight embarrassment.

“Mmmhmm!” Scott cleared his throat and the would-be lovers both broke the kissing and groping and looked to the door. “We’re not interrupting anything are we?” Scott asked with a pleased smile on his face.

“Come on Scott, lets just go change in the jet.” Jean suggested as she quickly bowed her head and left out.

“Yeah,” Scott replied as he stood a moment more laughing at the pair in the locker room and slightly shaking his head before following Jean’s trek. Both Logan and Ororo stared at the now empty doorway for a moment before Ororo began to giggle until she noticed the serious look on Logan face, and she watched him in confusion.

“Jeannie,” He mumbled but it was still loud enough for Ororo to hear and her smile instantly faded and she chuckled.

“Right,” She said as she dropped her leg back to the floor and again pushed Logan away, who moved back without a struggle as he focused back on her, watching as she hurriedly yanked off her suit and began redressing in her jeans and tank top.

“What?” Logan asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Go to hell,” She threw over her back as she zipped up her boots. “Told you I aint got time to waste on a man who’s got his head stuck up some woman’s ass, and a woman I might add, that aint interested in you.” He clinched his jaws at these words, not caring to hear from another what he knew in his heart. “I think I get it now though, Jean’s safe right. I mean you know you’ll never have anything serious with her. Even if you do manage by some miracle to actually get in her pants, you know she’s still stay with Scott, forgetting it ever happened or telling him and then begging his forgiveness, which let’s face it he’d give, cause he’s even more pussy whipped than you are. Then you’ll have it all, a taste of Red but with no strings attached.” She said again chuckling at him as she moved to the door, but stopping before heading out and turning to look back at him. “Funny thing is that’s exactly what I wanted too, from you. So you see ‘dumb-ass’ you could have had some commitment free pussy anyway.” With that she walked out leaving him to stare after her.

He sat in his spot at the dinner table, a spot right across from the woman he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off of, the woman who had been ignoring him for two weeks, since their altercation in the locker room. And the woman he had to admit, seemed to say on his mind lately, even canceling out his Jean thought, something he once thought an impossible task for any other woman, but Ororo, the white haired Goddess he now sat watching with a steely gaze, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by her whatsoever, as she shot him a look whenever she lifted her glass to drink. She would stare directly at him, neither giving in by looking away. And from the moment she caught him watching her, the blue mutant sitting beside her became the seeming focus of her attention, as his words became much funnier to her, and interesting and she made a show of laughing and hanging onto his every word, as well as his arm and shoulder.

“So, Ororo,” Hank spoke out to her from his spot beside Logan. “How are the headaches?” He asked between bites as she looked to him.

“Better, not as intense.” She answered and then took a bite from her plate, hoping that would end the conversation.

“What headaches?” Jean asked with concern as all eyes now fell to Ororo, who now leaned over her plate with her mouth open as she was about to spoon in some mashed potatoes, a move that stilled as she notice she was the center of attention.

“Ororo came to me the other day with a severe headache, it was intense enough to cause a nose bleed, I ran some test but…”

“Excuse me, what happened to the doctor, patient confidentiality?” Ororo asked a bit miffed that McCoy was discussing her business so freely.

“Oh, well Ororo you never minded discussing such things with friends, family…”

“Correction ‘she’ didn’t mind, however, I do.” Ororo said cutting him off. “Hate to rain on your parade but I’m not ‘her’. She’s dead she got her head bashed in because she was too stupid to put on her fucking seat belt.” Ororo said bitterly as her eyes began to water. Everyone sat silenced by her words. “I’m not her get it, I don’t want you telling my business to anyone,” She directed to Hank and then focused on Jean. “I don’t want to have girl talk with you, I don’t particularly like you. And I sure as hell don’t want to have sessions with you where you try to make me ‘her’.” This she said to the Professor who could only bow his head a bit, remaining silent. “In fact I don’t even want to be in this fucking house anymore.” Ororo said as she pushed her chair from the table and stood. “Bon appetite.” She said as she walked out of the room. It wasn’t long before Logan was standing to go after her.

“I think we should let her cool off.” Jean suggested as Logan ignored her and left the room.

“Ok who else saw that coming?” Rogue said from her spot at the table. “And she’s right, ever since she woke up we’ve all been trying ta shove her old life down her throat, telling her how she should be, instead of accepting her as she is and just being happy she’s alive. Ah just hope Logan can talk her outta leaving.”

~~~~

He stood in the doorway just watching her as she tossed things in the large duffel bag laid out on the bed. She knew he was there, had figure it would be him to come, since he had always been the one to ever try to reach out to her as she is and not that person she once was.

“What, you’ve come to try to talk me out of leaving?” she asked never stopping her movements.

“Nope,” He said as he now casually leaned against the doorframe. “I know better than anyone here that sometimes ya just gotta get away, ta figure things out on your own. I always keep my things packed. I’m on the road more than I’m here.”

“In search of your past I think Rogue was babbling something about that to me not so long ago.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“And how’s that going.” She asked as she tossed some shoes into the bag.

“Keep hitting walls, all the leads I get are dead ends, in fact I got one the other day, was thinking about leaving tonight.”

“Oh yeah, where?” Ororo asked smiling to herself over his not so subtle attempt at inviting her to leave with him.

“Montreal.”

“How long?” She asked and she now looked direct at him.

“Don’t rightly know, could take days, weeks, months, I guess it all depends on when the trail runs cold. And wheels is fronting the expense.”

“Wheels?”

“Xavier.” Logan answered her inquiry invoking a hardy laugh from her.

“Surely you don’t call him that to his face.” Logan only arched a brow at her and again invoked a laugh. “Of course what am I thinking, surely you would.” She sighed and then got serious as she looked at him. “So you want some company?”

“Wouldn’t object to any.” Logan answered.

“An all expense paid road trip, what other fringe benefits can I expect.” Ororo asked and she moved to stand right in front of Logan, letting the tip of her tongue lick at her top lip, as she waited for his reply.

“Ya know darlin yer really playin wit fire.” She smiled seductively at his words as she leaned in to him.

“I can control the weather, the winds, rain…I’m not afraid of fire. And I don’t mind getting hot and sweaty.” She spoke in a confident tone as she now stood before him with her hands on her hips as if challenging him. A smirk played on Logan’s lips as he briefly let his eyes rake over her frame.

“I’ll get the bags, meet me in the garage in five minutes.”