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"I thought you said we were going to the movies?" Ororo said stopping dead in her tracks. The bright red neon lights flashed harshly above the door where a hoard of club goers stood anxiously behind a velvet rope in hopes of gaining access.

"I lied," Betsy explained as she guided Ororo and Sean past the crowd to the doorman at the front of the line. The thump of music from the club could be heard from the outside and was accompanied with the faint smell of cigarette smoke, sweat and mixed drinks. Although it was nearly ten o'clock at night the doorman, holding a clip board, wore sunglasses and seemed to examine the crowed with permanently furrowed eyebrows. Ororo walked slowly behind Betsy and Sean. She should have known Betsy was up to something when she saw her toss a pair of stiletto heels into her bag. Ororo had put on a simple pale blue sundress and sandals.

They stepped to the doorman, who hardly glanced at them when he said "Nice try kids."

Betsy smiled turning on her charms "Kids? I assure you sir I may be a lot of things, but a child is not one of them," Then she ran her tongue across her bottom lip. The doorman's jaw flexed with obvious awareness, but still he said "Private party tonight. If you're not on the list-"

"Oh but we are on the list" Betsy claimed.

The doorman looked directly at her then, his tone challenging "Are you now?"

Betsy blinked and said very slowly "Yes, we are," and then a soft flash of lavender light spread across the iris of her eyes.

The doorman didn't miss a beat or look at his clip board when he said "Of course you are. My mistake," then he disengaged the velvet rope to give them access. The crowd behind them mumbled their complaints and looked on in disbelief. Betsy smiled triumphantly as she and Sean headed inside the club.

Ororo stayed, her arms crossed over her chest. Betsy told Sean to go ahead and stepped to Ororo. "Oh, come on Storm. Lighten it up a bit. This is just what you need. The break is practically over and you've done nothing but mope around the mansion thinking about you know who."

Ororo frowned "I have not," she defended, but knew that Betsy was right. Every since Jean had returned to the mansion, Ororo had done her best to steer clear of her and Logan for that matter. They seemed rather friendly towards one another which Ororo didn't like one bit. But she didn't have the right to be jealous. Jean did have him first, and besides there wasn't much she could expect out of a relationship with Logan...It just wasn't logical to pursue ones teacher. Not only would Logan lose the respect of the other students, the Professor had every right to send him away. Ororo didn't want him to leave...especially because of her.

"Just come in for a bit. We'll have some drinks do a little dancing. Have fun, remember?" Betsy sighed maybe she did need to loosen up. Betsy read the softening of Ororo's face as a 'yes' and happily hooked her arm with Ororo's "Excellent," she said as she led them into the smoke filled club.

"No drinking Bets" Ororo warned.

"Flyin' solo tonight Dazz?" Logan asked. Alison clicked through channels on the television mindlessly. She was feeling much better. Although her appetite hadn't been fully restored at least she didn't feel sick. Distracted she replied in an unenthusiastic tone "Yep."

Logan exchanged looks between Alison and the television for an awkward moment before asking "So where is everybody?" He was more curious as to where Ororo had gone. He hadn't seen much of her, mostly because she had been intentionally avoiding him, he knew. Even though she hadn't crossed his path he was always aware of where she was for the most part. Tonight she had slipped passed him. Alison shrugged "Around here somewhere, as far as I know," then she flipped the channel to a SpongeBob Squarepants cartoon. She smiled absently and placed the remote on her stomach.

"Psy, took B, and Storm to the club," she added and then burst out laughing at SpongeBoog stuffing crabby patties in his mouth.

Logan frowned, "Club?"

Alison stopped laughing and looked up at him "What?" she said.

"You said Storm was at a club," he continued.

Alison's eyes shifted nervously. Betsy was going to kill her. "No I didn't," she replied quickly her mind racing towards the rehearsed answer Betsy had briefed her on before they left. She would have gone with them herself, but she wasn't exactly in the club mood. If they had actually gone to the movies she probably would have went. The new Transformers movie had looked like it would be worthwhile.

"Which club?" Logan pressed.

"They went to the movies," she claimed. Logan's patience was wearing thin. He could smell the lie on her tongue. He said again through clenched teeth "Which club?"

"You wanna dance?" A tall man with a long ponytail asked. Sitting at the bar Ororo looked at him in surprise. Up until then she was actually having fun. She and Betsy had both danced with Sean together, who no doubt felt like the man of the hour with two beauties within his reach. Then the DJ had switched to a slow jam, and Ororo immediately felt like a third wheel. She left them there and neither one of them seemed to notice. Now she watched as they danced with one another their bodies so close air could hardly fit between them. Sean kissed her affectionately on the neck and Betsy smoothed her hands along his muscled arms. Ororo secretly longed for that. Betsy and Sean made quite the couple when they weren't at one another's throats. Although Betsy continuously claimed that their relationship was purely physical and that Sean's personality was insufferable. From what Ororo observed now she knew better. Sean was quite obviously in love with Betsy, with his gentle displays of affection towards her, and that genuine look in his eyes when he saw her, even when Betsy wasn't looking. Ororo hoped that Betsy's stubbornness wouldn't break his heart. She was so determined to remain independent that she often times seemed to lack the ability to show any pure unmotivated emotion towards anyone…Ororo saw the vulnerable side of Betsy more than others, but of course that wasn't enough….Sean deserved more.

Ororo smiled up at the Ponytail man weakly and shook her in a gentle decline to his offer of a dance. "Yeah, me neither" Ponytail said sliding onto the stool next to her. Ororo groaned inwardly. Perhaps her lack of eye contact and decline of his offer wasn't enough of a hint. "So, where are you from?" Ponytail asked.

Ororo tried not to sound to cold as she said "You know, I'm sure you are a really nice guy. I just-"

"Come on now beautiful," Ponytail interrupted sliding his boney hand over her thigh "Don't break my heart."

Ororo nearly jumped at his alien and unwelcome touch. "It was nice meeting you," she said spinning in the opposite direction and making her way towards Betsy and Sean.

"I'm going home," Ororo announced. Betsy broke the kiss she and Sean had been engaged in long enough look at her friend, "The night is still young darling."

"I have a little bit of a head ache," Ororo lied.

Betsy twisted her lips knowingly "Did you at least have fun?"

"Yeah, I did actually. Thanks for this Bets."

"Come on then," Betsy said. All she really wanted was for Ororo to have fun. She hated seeing her friend in the state she had been in.

"No, I've got it," Ororo said. Flying home would be faster and she could clear her head of the smoke and salty bar snacks.

"Alright then" Betsy said giving her a hug. Sean kissed Ororo on the cheek and gave her a hug as well

"Careful then there, lass."

Ororo disappeared into the crowd of dancing bodies and didn't stop until she reached the exit that lead to an alley behind the club. Once outside the harsh warm air actually did spark the onset of a head ache and she knew now that the flight home would definitely help clear her mind. She searched left and right for prying eyes and saw no one that would notice. Ororo bent her knees in preparation to take flight when someone grabbed her arm from behind. Ororo turned to her assailant ferociously.

"Hey, what's your rush?" Ponytail asked stepping in front of her. His voice was light and friendly, but his grip on her arm was like a vice. Ororo jerked her arm away; his grasp immediately left welts on her delicate skin. She couldn't take flight now, not without drawing some unwanted attention.

"Look, I'm not interested" she said firmly, and tried to step around him. Ponytail blocked her path

"Come on. I'm just tryin' to have a little fun. Lighten up, would you princess?" he said reaching for her again. Ororo slapped his hand away and took a step back. Her pulse began to race as the look in his dark eyes turned somewhat sinister. This would not end well. He'd taken her off guard.

"I don't want to hurt you" she threatened her voice trembling more than she would have liked.

"Hurt me?" he said his tone unbelieving and sarcastic. He continued his advance and Ororo soon found her back pressed against the nearby brick wall. Ororo tried to focus. She needed to so that she could summon a lightning bolt that would send this pervert on his crispy way. Fear seemed to consume her. Any means of defending herself in her training with Logan slipped from her mind. What would Ponytail do to her? Was he crazy enough to kill her after doing god knows what first? She couldn't get a lock on her center...that center point that bubbled inside her before she used her powers. If she couldn't get a hold of it she'd do more damage than she wanted. It was possible that she'd kill him and anyone within five miles. This was what the Professor was continuously warning her about, and why she always struggled to keep her emotions under control. Ororo had only extended the full force of her powers once. Even then it had been out of fear. She was only seven when it happened, and she didn't remember specific details...But what she did remember was that a lot of people had died...including her mother.

"You see, that's why I like your kind?" he said his mouth dangerously close to hers now. Ororo turned her face as far away as possible, cringing at the feel of his hot breath on her neck.

"My kind?" she whispered her mouth dry. Ponytail gave her a toothy grin and replied "Yeah. Freaks. You're always so much more...passionate than normal women." Tears welded in her eyes then.

So it had come to that. Was all this because she was gifted? Or according to the rest of the world, a mutant? In one swift movement he forced this knee between her legs. Ororo struggled against him, but he was stronger than he looked. He pushed her against the wall and her head knocked against the brick so hard that it temporarily blinded her. Pain shot down her back and into her legs. His hand was between her legs then ripping violently at her panties. Regaining her awareness Ororo squirmed beating her fists against his chest

"Yeah that's it," he was saying "You know you want it. You always want it" he captured her mouth in a harsh kiss, taking the very breath out her lungs. Ororo sunk her teeth deep into his bottom lip, and immediately tasted blood. Ponytail screamed tearing his mouth away with a curse.

He stumbled back, blood trickling down his chin, and rage in his dark eyes. "Mutant whore!" he belted. The whites of Ororo's eyes consumed her iris and pupil as the smell of thick ozone suddenly filled the air. The adrenaline pumping rapidly through her veins made it difficult to control the power the brewed inside of her...it longed to be free to protect her. His mouth bleeding profusely Ponytail lunged towards her. His head suddenly jerked back and he made a choking sound as a thick hand encircled his throat.

Ororo looked up and saw Logan with the man's Ponytail wrapped tightly around his right fist "No means no, bub" he growled, and then SNIKT! The claws from his left hand sliced free and in a clean sweep Logan severed the long Ponytail from the back of the man's head and pushed the man to the ground. Logan retracted his claws and turned the ponytail this way and that before tossing it over his shoulder. Horrified the man ran his hands through his new bob cut and screamed as if he had just been mortally wounded.

Logan went to Ororo who hung heavily against the wall. Her eyes were still a solid white and her body was trembling. She gasped for air as if trying to control something on the inside that was bigger than she was. Logan put his hand on her shoulder and recoiled at the sharp pop of electricity that shot through his hand. The shock swept up his arm and into his joints with a temporary sting.

Ponytail guy looked down at his castrated mane in disbelief before scrambling to his feet. Logan turned to him. "Y-you freaks!" the man yelled and charged towards them. Logan moved with very little effort as his fist smashed against the man's nose with a devastating CRUNCH. The man stood dumbly on his feet for a brief second, his eyes crossed, and then he crumbled to the ground into a pathetic heap, his breath coming in shallow spurts. Logan glanced at Ororo and felt a surge of rage consume him. The man had had the audacity to put his hands on Ororo...to try and take advantage of her...Logan stalked over to the man and fisted his shirt. He lifted him up so that he was within range, and brought his fist down on the man's face like a hammer. Logan had only hit him a few times when Ororo pulled his arm. Logan dropped the man back to the ground, and immediately turned his attention to her. He pulled her into his arms and she folded herself into his embrace. Ororo closed her eyes resting her head against the hardness of his chest, feeling safe in the arms of her protector.

Logan leaned away from her looking her over "Are you okay?" the white layer fading from her eyes Ororo looked up at him through the threat of tears "I'll be fine," she promised "What are you doing here?"

Logan brushed the hair from her eyes and rested his hand on her cheek "I came to get you," he said simply as if needing no other explanation. Ororo looked down at her attacker...he wasn't moving. "Is he dead?" she asked flatly.

Logan tuned his ears for a pulse on the bleeding man on the ground. There was a pulse, but it was weak and slow. "I'll call an ambulance"

Logan called 9-1-1 from the road. Ororo sat facing him curled up in the passenger seat. He focused on the road avoiding her hazy stare. "Sorry, for what he tried to do t'yah." Logan's hands flexed over the steering wheel. He should have gutted that pervert like a fish. Ororo closed her eyes. She was okay now. As long as she was with Logan she was okay.

The ride home was quiet. Ororo's nerves still buzzed from almost losing control of her powers and being sexually assaulted by some prejudice monster. She could only hope that his encounter with Logan had taught him a lesson. Logan pulled the car into the garage and turned off the engine. The scene seemed oddly familiar to him. Ororo opened her eyes and looked at him for a moment before saying,"I can't thank you enough for-"

"Yer safe now. That's all that matters," Logan concluded making a mental note to deal with Betsy and Sean later. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'll survive," she said. Although Ororo had spent most of her time ignoring Logan Ororo was thankful to be with him now...alone. She had missed him that was for sure, but the thought of him and Dr. Grey together simply hadn't been easy for her to deal with. Not when she was still harboring feelings for him.

"I haven't exactly been nice to you, have I?" she asked.

Logan retrieved his cigar from his inside jacket pocket and admitted "I kinda made a mess of things. I never shoulda kissed yah."

Ororo chose not to hear his last statement "So you and Dr. Grey are..." - she waited for him to finish her sentence.

Logan sighed and leaned his head back against the head rest "Friends" he said carefully.

"Do you love her?" she pressed.

"I have feelings for her" he answered.

"Was that a 'yes'?"

"Don't know."

Ororo frowned "You don't know if that was a 'yes' or if you love her?"

"Both" he said quickly. Then he shoved out of the car closing the door behind him. Ororo followed. Logan paced for a moment Gathering his thoughts...what was he supposed to say?

"Why me?" he asked more to himself than to Ororo. She answered anyway,"I could ask you the same question," she held his gaze on purpose then. She wanted to forget about being decent and polite. None of those things would lead her any closer to having him. To love him and have him love her back. It wasn't fair.

"We're going in circles aren't we?" she sighed.

"Yep," he replied and then he looked away suddenly finding it hard to think straight under her regard. He focused on an oil stain on the concrete as he said "I think I should go away for a while."

Ororo's eyes widened in surprise and her pulse quickened. She didn't want him to leave. Every time he left it had always seemed that he may not ever return. She couldn't bare that feeling...not now when so many things had changed between them.

"When did you make that decision?" she asked her voice sharp and quivering. Control yourself she thought.

"Just now," he confessed.

"Well, I want you to stay."

He didn't reply. Instead he reached for her and pulled her into his arms. Ororo enjoyed having him this close. She shivered at the memory of the man who had attacked her. She hadn't been that afraid in a long time, and the incident had sparked some old memories for her...mostly bad. Tears flooded her eyes and she began to cry softly.

"I'm here," he assured "I'm not goin' anywhere".

Logan held her face in his hands now and used his thumbs to brush the tears from her cheeks. Ororo locked eyes with him, and her breath trembled. The intense gray of his eyes mesmerized her. They stood like that for only a few moments, but time seemed meaningless at this point. She should have fought the power his gaze had over her...instead she found herself thinking about how he had protected her from harm, and how possessively he held her in his arms now. Her gaze fell to his mouth, and she wanted to kiss him.

She wanted to feel the way she had felt when he had kissed her in the Professors office; she remembered how her body had reacted to him, and how much she could feel that he wanted her in return. Logan saw that look in her eyes again. Her fear of being attacked had dissipated with the last of her tears. Now under her sparkling gaze he felt as if he were the only man in the world, and that above anything else...she wanted him. Part of him wanted to believe that she had adopted a hero complex and that her feelings were just a trick being played on her in light of recent events...And he would have believed that had it not been for the connection they had shared, that now seemed too long ago. He wanted to kiss her, and it wasn't until this moment that he realized how much he missed her. Missed touching her, and the feel of her soft innocent mouth against his. Logan wet his lips and leaned in to kiss her.

"Are you kidding me with this?"

Logan jerked his head up at the sound of Jeans' voice, as Ororo stepped away as quickly as she could manage. Logan stepped in front of Ororo the need to protect her again immediately coming to mind. There was no disbelief in the telepaths green eyes...only hurt and the definite hum of unadulterated rage. Jean stood stiffly with her arms crossed over her chest her eyes switching quickly between Ororo and Logan and the apparent spectacle she had just witnessed "What the hell are you doing?"





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