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** ** indicates telepathic communication
‘ ’ indicates thought
“ ” indicates spoken words
“Ororo….What have you done?”

“Kitty go get Ororo,” Jean gestured to Shadowcat. “Wait….Professor maybe you should be the one to call her.”
“Jean, not yet,” Xavier shook his head. “We should wait for her to come on her own. Its not our position to meddle in Ororo’s or anyone else’s private matters?”
“Professor….” Jean started.
“I understand Jean, but you cannot force her to do something she is not ready for.”
Jean lowered her head at Xavier’s words.

“Get me out of here,” Jubilee snorted at no one in particular. “Where is my room? Or do you want us to leave too?”
“No Jubilee, Jean and Kitty will get you settled into your temporary accommodations,” Xavier smiled at her. “Once your get comfortable with the institute, you will be allotted a room in the students wing.”
“Ok, whatever,” Jubilee flipped her hand and stood up. ‘Didn’t even get to say bye,’ she lamented under her breath.

“Professor, I’ll also join Jubilee and help her with her clothes and other belongings,” Heather started to stand up. “Thank you for all your help. I am sure Logan is also thankful, even if he doesn’t say so. The fact that he trusted this place enough to bring young Jubilee here to live and study here, should be proof enough.”
“I under Mrs. Hudson,” Xavier nodded his head. “….and please call me Charles.”
Heater flashed a smile, “Thank you Charles and you also and everyone else, please call me Heather.”

With that, the small group of two redheaded women and two young girls left the room.

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“Excuse me Jean,” Heather approached Jean outside the guest room. Jubilee was inside talking to Kitty and unpacking her luggage. “Can you tell me which one is Ororo’s room?”
At Jean hesitation, the older women laid a amicable hand on her forearm. “Don’t worry, I am not going to barge in start shooting off my mouth at her. That particular kind of job is more suited towards someone like Jubilee.”

Jean smiled at the mention of the Asian firecracker. The girl had definite spunk, not the kind of child you might expect keeping company with Wolverine. But then, how much did she know about him and his friends. From the way he interacted with Heather, it was clear that he had known her for quite a long time.

“The stairs at the end of the corridor,” Jean pointed towards the left. “They lead to the attic. That’s Ororo’s room or more like apartment.”
“Oh,” Heather smiled at her. “Logan did tell me that she liked open places and nature. So I guess the highest place in the mansion would be the appropriate one.”

Jean nodded her head and decided to voice her questions. “Heather, if you don’t mind my asking. How long have you known Wolverine?”
“Wolverine,” the word was spoken in a mixture of anger and sadness. “I never call him that,” Heather said wistfully. “That’s not who he his. That’s the name they gave him.”
“They?”
“The government people….” Heather seemed to tense at the story. “The same people who made him into who he is. First the experimented on him and took away his memory. They tired to destroy him, but all they managed to do was push him into hiding. And now….the metal,” she shuddered. “I don’t even try to think about what he must have gone in the last seven years.”

“Heather…” Jean raised a hand. “Ororo’s back in her room. If you want we can go and meet her.”
“How do you….” Heather looked confused. “I forgot for a moment that I am in a house with its own telepaths.”
Jean smiled at her. She had come to know from Heather that she wasn’t a mutant. However, what she did for a living she didn’t let out. She just said that she worked for the Canadian government.
“Jean….” Her thoughts were interrupted. “If you don’t mind, I would like to meet Ororo alone.”

“Oh, Ok,” Jean agreed understandingly. She appreciated the patience the woman was showing towards the situation. “Sure. I’ll let everyone else know that you are not to be disturbed.”
“Thanks,” Heather turned to look into the room and called Jubilee. “Hey Jubes, I’m just going to get your paperwork done. You’ll be ok by yourself?”
“Yeah, no sweat,” Jubilee popped her bubble gum. “Kit-Kat and me here will do just fine.”

“Looks like she has already started making friends,” Jean commented from the door.
“You don’t know her,” Heather shook her head. “Give her till the end of the day and she will have all of you dancing to her tune.”
“Hmm….Thanks for the warning,” Jean chuckled.
Both of the started walking towards the stairs leading to Ororo’s room.

“Thanks Jean,” Heather said once again. “For helping us….and for helping Logan.”
“You’re welcome,” Jean answered hesitantly, not quite sure of what to say about their first experience with Wolverine.
“You know,” Heather started up the stairs. “Logan has always had thing for redheads,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I’m surprised he didn’t hit on you.”
Jean could just stare open mouthed at the other redhead as she walked away. There was definitely some history between her and Wolverine.

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“Who is it?” Ororo responded to the knock on her door. She didn’t feel very company-like. She had been like this the entire day and specially since Remy’s intrusion in the greenhouse.

Seeing Logan after all this time only added to her pain and hurt. A pain and hurt, which caused her to lash out in the only way she could. She hurt him back.

//Flashback//

She knew the moment he pulled in through the gates. It was as if not only did the camper’s sound reach her, it was him. He called to her….just as he had been doing for last these years. She had answered his call, she had even gone after him. For what? Only to find him happily settled with his wife and kid.

He had completely forgotten her. He didn’t even try to contact her and let her know that he had found his past and that was his present now, and that he had no place in it…or at least no the kind she wanted to have. It was as if he had forgotten those months they had spent together, just as he had forgotten everything else about his past. Everything that didn’t happen within the last fifteen years.

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“Ororo,” a deep cultured voice sounded behind her, breaking her out of her reverie.
“Hey,” she turned to face the person.
“How are you?” he came closer to her. “I mean how are you handling the current situation?”
“I am well,” she smiled at his concern. “Working with nature is very helpful….very calming.”

What neither of them noticed was the short stocky man observing them, his eyes ablaze with a cold anger. He was about to announce himself, when….

“I just came to tell you, I had a great time last night,” he was inches away from her, the back of his fingers trailing over her exposed arms. “I didn’t know that was even possible. Where did you learn how to do that?” he referred to the events of the previous night.
“Oh, just here and there,” she answered ambiguously, both of them secretly happy of not having to mention the unknown and unspeakable name.

She was recovering and he wanted to help her and was ready to wait till she came around to him. ‘…..and that she is already is starting to do,’ he smiled to himself.

“Ororo,” he softly spoke her name.
“Hmmm…” she answered, her mind lost in the memories his touches were bringing up. Memories of a rougher but gentler hand caressing her, roaming of her entire body, just as she explored his. She had been so naïve then. Sure she had been feisty and quick on the shot, but romantically….sexually, she had been as innocent as a new born.
He had taught her everything, she knew…..everything he knew.

“Ororo,” she frowned at the intrusion.
“Yes?”
“Turn this way, I’d like to see your beautiful face and kiss you.”

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The moment those words were out of his mouth, the whole greenhouse was filled with an animalistic snarl.

“Hello Logan,” she greeted him coolly, not stepping away from her companion. “How nice to see you.”
“’Ro,” he nodded at her. “Ya, get away from her,” he threatened the other male.
“Why?” the tall man looked down at him, his tone condescending, just like his eyes.
“Yes, why should he?” Ororo bolstered his answer.

“’Ro?” Logan stepped closer to them, his hands balled at his sides, ready to let the claws out and do the talking for him.
“Yes WOLVERINE,” her distant coldness halted him immediately. She had used his codename….and she had used it as if she meant to demean him.

“What are ya doin’ with him?” he grunted, hazel eyes clashing with sapphire ones. “Do ya love him?” he pointed at the Cheyenne standing besides Ororo.
“What is it to you?” she shot back. “Its not like its any of your concern.”
“It is,” he stepped closer. “Cause ya are MINE. Ya shouldn’t be….”

“Mine….MINE….MINE,” she spat out the words in louder tones, the last time being a yell. “I am not an animal, and I am definitely NOT yours. I never was and I never will be…..WOLVERINE.”

Logan just seemed to be stuck at the ground, unable to move, do or say anything. He was sure she would have waited for him. He had told her so…..he had promised her.

“’Ro,” he finally began.
“Leave Wolverine,” she turned her back to him. “Just leave me alone,” she repeated his words to him.
Logan started towards her, but had to stop and step back when she turned to the other man for comfort. He could smell his smell on her.

“Are ya sure ya want that?” he asked, his hope still not dead. “Do ya really want me ta leave ya?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice husky from barely contained tears. “Go back to your life and leave me to live my own.”

‘But yer are my life,’ he wanted to say. ‘I’ain’t anythin’ without ya.’
“Ya sure?” was his final plea.

Instead of answering him verbally, she just walked away to another section of the greenhouse, signaling that she was walking away from him and whatever he was offering.

His head lowered, his inner beast raging at its loss, Logan turned around and walked away.

About five minutes later, the start of a motorcycle engine and the following retreating thump, let her know that he was gone….once and for all.

Soon Ororo also left the greenhouse, floating away towards her room and leaving a grinning Forge standing alone among her plants.

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“Now, that’s more like it. Two birds with one stone. One, I get her all for myself,” he laughed out aloud, remembering the first blow he had struck against the ended relationship.

“Destroying the letter he left for you,” his eyes twinkled in glee. “Sheer genius. Just like what is in store for him, now.”

Flipping his cell phone on, he dialed a number.
“Speak,” a slightly accented voice answered.
“Its here,” Forge spoke cryptically. “However, it had just escaped and will need tracking.”
“I know,” the stranger answered. “Its easier that way. You did good.”

“Yeah sure, your thanks means a lot….the money will mean even more.”
“Already done. Check you account, and don’t call again,” with that the call ended.
“Sure, who wants to,” Forge chuckled and started walking towards the mansion.

“Life is good,”

//End Flashback//

Note: Decided to bring in a twist in the story....instead of the usual jealousy and the accompanying angst!!

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