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Author's Chapter Notes:
First off, thank you SO much for the reviews. I was nervous about writing an X-Men fanfic so I'm glad it went over well Also, I know this is darker than any of the rolo fics of late but Logan is no walk in the park. Especially (in my opinion) after everything he went through in Ultimate prior to becoming a 'team player' (if you will) and he is a mega douchbag but the love of a super woman and hot sex slays all :D

Accents aren't the best but I gave it the good ole college try. Also, not much Rolo in this chapter...patience!

*indicated telepathic conversations
First off, thank you SO much for the reviews. I was nervous about writing an X-Men fanfic so I'm glad it went over well. Also, I know this is darker than any of the rolo fics of late but Logan is no walk in the park. Especially (in my opinion) after everything he went through in Ultimate prior to becoming a 'team player' (if you will) and he is a mega douchbag but the love of a super woman and hot sex slays all :D

Accents aren't the best but I gave it the good ole college try. Not much Rolo but patience, please. Just thickening the plot.

* indicates telepathic conversations

Three days ago: Logan's arrival

"I am assuming you have heard?"

Scott Summers looked up briefly and then nodded as he sat in the war room, going over various maps of known enemies of the X-Men. He made a mental note to check to make sure there were no sinister activities in those areas. "How did you know I'd be here?" He asked, leaning back in his chair to look at her as she came further into the war room.

Ororo smiled softly, "I did not. I guessed." The war room was a very simple room in regards to furnishing, it had a long oak table with many chairs, various maps of the world adorned the walls and a projector in case they had a video on hand to show to the team. There was also a whiteboard which displayed –in her hand writing- groups that went against anything the X-Men stood for.

Scott sighed, giving up any pretenses of working and pushed the maps away from him. He brought his fingers to his temples, attempting to massage a headache away. "I hate that he is back."

"I know," she said understanding his plight as she sat in the plush chair closest him. As reluctant (more so on his part) co-leaders of the X-Men they had formed a deep bond by planning and strategizing together in this very room. There had been a time where bickering had wiped away the friendship they had forged in their teenage years but those days were long behind them. "From what the students say, he is currently talking to Charles."

Scott snorted. The students knew more about the politics of the mansion then the faculty. "No doubt telling the professor whatever lie he wants." His headache was getting worse as his temples throbbed. Damn it! Why did Logan have to reenter their lives now? It's been five months and things were going great with Jean, he was thinking of proposing again…."The students will have plenty of fodder for their enjoyment for months to come."

The first time Scott had confided in her was shortly after Jean's infidelity was made known. He had been aghast at sharing his feelings, but once she put him at ease she had become his go to person. Scott didn't have too many friends he could think to entrust his feelings to. Once upon a time, he would have gone to Jean but since she was the cause of his distress he was left floundering.

As he looked at his colleague, whose face was always a perfect mask of tranquility, he admired her. There was a quiet strength in her which he found reassuring. He had often times wondered during these horrid months why hadn't he fallen for Ororo? They were better suited than he and Jean and he knew her almost as long. But then he would remember the first time he gazed into clear emerald eyes and his heart had slammed into his chest and the world faded away. It was love at first sight.

"You are neither the first nor the last teacher the students have found their pleasure in," Storm said, leaning back in her chair and sighing. She had just finished a tough session in the Danger Room with their more advanced students and a positive to Logan being back was he could take back his strenuous class.

Rotating her shoulders to take away the stiffness, Ororo thought over what made her sought out Scott. After having her bath drawn so she could take a soak, Jean had contacted her telepathically. She pleaded for her to find Scott and talk to him on her behalf since he was avoiding her.

At first she had declined stating she didn't like to meddle in their lives but hearing the other woman cry tore at her so she relented. Just this once, she told her best friend. "Their petty conversations are harmless."

Scott groaned, "It's easy for you to say 'Ro! You have never been the subject the entire school is talking about. You should see the looks I get! From the students, to fellow teachers, and administrative staff…everyone! I can only imagine what they are gossiping about." He rubbed his hand over his face; deep lines in his normally wrinkle free face. "I'm humiliated all over again."

The white haired beauty placed a gentle hand on his shoulder to comfort. "It is alright Scott. Hank and Kurt are on it, trying to quell any rumors."

He grunted, "Much good that will do. I I haven't been able to speak to Jean since I heard the motorcycle arrive this morning. I came in here to hide out. Some leader huh?" He said with a hint of self loathing. "I can't even keep my fiancé from cheating!"

"Scott! Snap out of it," Ororo said forcefully, as she took his clenched hand in hers and unfolded it. It was starting to grate on her nerves though she tried her hardest for it not to show. She could only hear so much 'woe is me' before her cup overflow. "You are a wonderful leader and as for Jean…you cannot control her but you can control yourself and do what is best for you."

Removing his hand from hers, he shoved his hand through his perfectly coiffed brown hair. Her inspiring words went in one ear and out the other. "I can't lose her 'Ro," He said tearing up, "I can't. I've spent a lifetime loving her. I don't know any other way to live."

Sympathy filled blue eyes stared into dark colored sunglass which kept his powerful beams from coming forth. She imagined that his eyes were wet with tears and her heart went out to him. She envied the emotions he felt for Jean, having never felt them herself nor anyone that way towards her. "Then do not give into him Scott or your urge to do anything foolish."

"But what if Jean…?" He couldn't bear to finish the rest of the sentence but he didn't have to.

"You cannot control her and you must not attempt to. Trust in what you have Scott and if it is true then it will be."

He sucked in a breath and stood up, breaking their contact. She wanted him to trust? He angrily shoved his hands in his black slacks pocket and took up pacing. "Last time I trusted in what we had, she fucked a man right under my nose." The fury and hurt he felt came at him with a vengeance and his desire to find the man responsible burned through him.

Ororo usually did not tolerate such words in her presence; she believed them to be an ignorant way of speech however she saw the pain for what it was. "Do not give into your rage, it will do nothing but beget more rage and eventually bloodshed."

Rubbing his hands together, Scott cracked his neck. Strom was right. He knew it but he couldn't help but want to demand retribution for his damage pride. "You're right 'Ro. This whole thing just has me really tense." If only he could talk to Logan but he feared if he saw the older man his fist would be doing the talking. Which wouldn't end well.

"You could be worried for nothing, old friend." Ororo stated, wanting to believe that but doubting it. "It has been months since he has returned, he could have changed."

Scott gave her a look of disbelief. Monkeys would dance in cold water first. In hell. "Animals don't change; they usually get more aggressive with time and then die."

"Scott!" Ororo objected.

"What?" there was a ghost of a smile on his lips as he asked. "I'm not wishing the man dead…just not well."

She shook her head, wisp of hair touching her face. "I am sure there is a way we could appeal to his sensibilities."

Scott began pacing, could they change the mind of Wolverine if he did have designs on Jean once more? Since joining the team, Logan made it no secret that he found Jean attractive and often would make a play for her regardless if he was in the room. He didn't see that changing despite the time lapse unless….

"Do you think you could talk to Logan?"

Storm, who was simply staring at her colleague pacing, blinked at his question. "You wish for me to talk to Logan?" she reiterated slowly like she did when she first learned English. The idea was as ridiculous as it was laughable.

Scott nodded. "For whatever reason, Logan respects you and he usually gives you no trouble when you lead him into mission, right?"

She nodded - choosing to ignore his backhanded insult- while flicking a strand of hair behind her shoulder. She had never given it much thought but Logan b was/b unusually 'manageable' in her presence. Then again, they were not exactly on friendly terms. The only time they spoke was on missions or danger room sessions other than that it was a stray sentence here or there.

She could not recall having a conversation with him that lasted more than mere seconds or being in his presence alone and Scott wanted her to talk to him? Her of all people! No, she couldn't do it.

"I am not sure I would be the best person to talk to him. Why do you not ask Hank or Charles?"

Scott shook his head no to her suggestions. He damn sure didn't want to get Charles entangled in his soap opera drama and Hank was a doctor and Logan wouldn't be inclined to listened to whatever he said. "Logan has never met Hank," he pointed out "And I would like to keep Charles as much out of this as possible."

She nodded, understanding. "What of Rogue or Remy?"

He snorted at the mentioned of the two unlikely couple who were always changing their relationship status. "Remy would be more likely to help Logan get between Jean's legs and Rogue would probably spur him on further despite her efforts to the contrary."

She nodded once more, As much as she loved her brother –not by blood but by choice—he wouldn't be much help in this situation; he didn't pay much attention to rules especially when it came to women. "I just do not think I am the best person to talk to him, Scott."

"You could do it 'Ro. You are incredibly persuasive and I'm positive if anyone could do it you could." He went to stand in front of her, "I would do it myself but I'm afraid if I do so, I may blast right through him."

"I do not agree that I am the best person –practically a stranger—to talk to Logan about a personal matter." Even though Ororo placed the blame on Logan's door for what took place with Jean, it was not her place to talk to him. "Why do you not trust in Jean?" she asked, pointing out what she hoped he would see as the better alternative. "She sincerely loves you Scott, and she does not want to hurt you again."

Sinking into his chair, he shoved his hands through his hair. Scott was many things but dumb wasn't one of them. He was terribly aware of Jean and her attraction to Logan. When he had first mentioned it to her, she had laughed and told him he was worrying over nothing. "I can't trust in that Ororo," he said honestly while briefly glancing at her face before looking at the opposite wall. He hated the weakness Jean created in him and the uncertainly that clouded his judgment. "I did once and…..but if you talk to him…get him to back off maybe Jean and I can have a fighting chance."

Ororo sighed. Oh goddess, she was seriously considering his request but not for obvious reasons. She wanted them to make it, wanted them to find 'happily ever after' because then it meant that b she /bcould find it as well. If they could do it amongst everything they did then there was still a chance for her. But….

She wasn't one for getting into people's business but maybe she could make another exception in this case. Surely, asking Logan to leave Jean alone would be better than those two picking up where they left off and having a fight arise on the grounds. That would not be good for the students whose parents entrust their care to them. And beside, what is the worst that could happen?

Scott saw her hesitation. "Please 'Ro," he begged, emotions thickening his voice. "I wouldn't ask you this if I thought you couldn't do it."

"I will try but I make no promise."

"It won't be easy," Scott cautioned even though he wanted to jump for joy. For the first time in hours, air didn't feel so tight in his lungs.

"Nothing with Logan ever is."


Today

They say no good deed go unpunished.

It's true.

As usual, Ororo rose with the sun but this morning was different. She woke with her scalp hurting in certain areas and her lips feeling sore. Groaning, she felt unaware and drugged. She turned to her side, pain shooting to her scalp as she pulled on her strands of her hair. Moaning, she sat up while blinking several times.

Why did she feel so out of sorts? She could see the sun rising in the east and the beautiful colors of red, orange, blue and green but it did nothing to lift her spirit as it usually did. Instead questions came to mind, why didn't she braid her hair? Why was her mouth hurting so? As she brought a hand to it, memories of the day before came rushing in.

Mouth falling ajar, she remembered.

She was Logan's whore.

"Oh bright lady!" With a burst of strong wind, she flung her windows and balcony doors open and the strong scent of storm assaulted her nose. Oh what have I done? She flung her 1200 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets away from her body and stood next to her king size bed. Going onto the balcony, she took a look downwards and saw how wet the green foliage was. She moaned, detesting her lack of control last night. She had no idea when the storm her emotions had conjured stopped after having fallen to a fitful sleep once she left Logan's room.

Resting against the railing, she took deep soothing breaths but it did little to pacify her frayed temperament. The peace that nature always brought her was gone; she might as well have been staring at swamp lands rather than the quiet opulent beauty of Xavier's grounds.

How did agreeing to talk to Logan about Jean turn into her agreeing to be Logan's plaything for as long as he wanted? Was it too late to back out? She wondered as the cool breeze of the morning wind swept by her. Did she even want to back out?

She let the chirping of birds supersede her thoughts and the urge to be up there with them was overwhelming. Unfortunately, she couldn't risk one of the students catching her 'wind riding' -as she liked to call it -nude. Thoughts went back to the night before, and she hoped the goddess above would guide her through these unknown territory.

Ororo begrudging admitted that she did not look forward to seeing Logan again but she refused to cower away from him. He clearly thought she was a easily scared woman, she wasn't. She was a woman who faced her fears head on and fought tooth and nail for anything she believed in.

Forcing thoughts of her unforgivable situations from her mind, she carried on with her morning. Despite trying to keep thoughts of Logan from her mind she couldn't help but wonder when he would call on her as she showered and got dress.

As much as she hated it, she found him to be interesting. He was an enigma. A strong, broken, and boorish man who was not above using any tactic to get what he wanted. He was also an unfeeling jerk for forcing her into an unsavory situation and for what? To get back at her? To prove a point?

It didn't make any sense. Logan never seemed to harbor any sort of attraction for her so why would he want her to sleep with him? In fact, she didn't even think he saw her as a woman yet there was no denying that he knew she was all woman now. A shiver went through her as she remembered his hand touching her bare skin, the scent of arousal that tinged the air and the feral way he looked at her. It made her feel…desirable.

Even now, licks of desired had her stomach clenching in lust. Stop it! She told herself, you do not want Logan. She didn't. She did not want Logan. She simply couldn't. He was coercing her to sleep with him! She groaned in dismay. She always did have horrible taste in men.

Ororo stared in the mirror to fix her hair and her eyes went to her swollen lips and gasped. Her mouth truly did look like it got in a fight last night and lost. Mortified, there was no way she could hide it. She knew the minute people saw her, they would be asking question and what would she give them?

Gingerly, she smoothed lip balm on her lip and had to squelch the desire to yelp as it burned momentarily. Damn Wolverine. After putting on light makeup, she looked at the mess that was her hair. She had been too frazzled last night to braid it before going to sleep and now it was a tangled mess.

Picking up her brush, she passed it through and winced. Anger filled her as she couldn't do anything with her hair without her scalp letting its discomfort be known. Sighing, she would have to wear it down. She brushed the unruly strands as much as she could and then shrugged.

As she got hold of her bag, which held graded papers and her planned lectures for the day, she gave herself a once over before heading out. She wore a simple high waist white pencil skirt and with a matching blazer and a lime green cami. Smoothing out her skirt, she hesitated in leaving. She couldn't fight the nervousness that filled her on the possibility of seeing Logan again nor the anger that fought for dominance.

A chill went through and she wished she could say it was all bad but the truth was…for the first time in months she wasn't just going through the motions. There was an excitement of not knowing what was going to happen next and goddess help her but she looked forward to it.

Cafeteria

When she got down to the cafeteria, it was a buzz with conversations. She flushed inwardly when she heard students talk of the 'crazy storm that came out of nowhere.' If only that were true. She wasn't feeling very hungry with her stomach churning with angry bees so Ororo grabbed an apple with orange juice and sat in between Remy and Beast.

"Good morning all." She let her hair cover her face as she nibble on the skin of her red fruit.

"Mornin' 'Ro. Where yah ok last night, sugah?" Rogue's southern drawl drew out her words as she expressed her concern. She pushed her shock of white hair away from her face and it tangled with its brunette counterpart.

Squirming slightly but hiding it well, she looked up to meet worried jade eyes while covering her mouth with her hand. "Yes," she replied as if they were speaking of something mundane, "why do you ask?"

"Tha storm last night was crazy scary," she replied after forking a mouthful of eggs into her mouth. "Ah felt like it shook the entire mansion!" She could easily recall the lighting, the pounding of the rain, the terrible sound of tree branches hitting the side of the mansion. She shivered, storms never been her favorite things. Absentmindedly, she figured the white strips of hair.

"Remy agrees wit' 'is chérie, dat no' be natural," Critical red on black eyes looked her over, trying to see if there were any gaping wounds on her person. He was looking her up and down so hard that his sunglass nearly fell from his head but he caught it in time "I went t' y' room but Stormy no' be dere."

Ororo sighed, getting through breakfast may be the hardest part of the day, "I am fine—as you can all see- and I insist you not calling me by that ridiculous name Remington."

He grinned, his even white teeth seeming to sparkle and the charm he exuded so effortlessly endeared him to her even more. "Remy insist ya not call 'im by de ridiculous name o' Remington."

"Interesting." Hank stated next to her which halted Ororo's reply to a Hollywood's definition of a handsome man.

"What is?" Ororo asked as she brought her cup of juice to her lips to sip. She was very careful not to press her lips against the glass.

"The meteorologists didn't forecast any weather anomaly last night," He answered after putting down his personal mug of steaming Joe and folded his newspaper a certain way to read a particular article.

"The weatherman," she stressed the name, "needs to stop trying to predict the weather," Ororo said a bit sharply. "She is quite unpredictable."

"Much like a woman." Remy quipped before wincing at the kick Rogue delivered under the table which only proved his point. "But chérie de weather-"

"Swamp rat leave her alone!" Rogue told her mate, getting annoyed with his insistence that something had to be amiss with his 'stormy'. It had taken everything in her last night to keep the man from going to find Xavier and demand he could go search for her with Cerebro. "'Ro says she's fahne, sugah."

"Yer sure?" He asked, persisting on. Remy had a gut feeling that whatever took place last night wasn't natural but was created by the woman he likened to a sister who he had un-sisterly feelings for at times. "'Ro?"

Ororo knew he was worried for her and her heart softened. Forgetting about her mouth, she put down her apple and looked into his bizarre colored eyes. "Yes-"

A gasp rang from the twosome as they looked at her and she remembered her mouth. Shoot!

"Stormy!" Remy stated, clearly alarmed. "Y' mouth! Wha' de hell happened last night an' do't tell Remy nothin'!"

Rogue nodded her head, surprise and worry peppering her eyes "Yah okay, sugah?" Her gloved hands shoved the tray in front of her, stomach full. Guilt singe through her; she shouldn't have let her petty jealousy with Storm stop Remy from going to find her. "That looks like it hurt. A lot."

"What?" Hank said, not able to see what the commotion was about since she was not facing him. "What's wrong with your mouth Ororo?" He folded the newspaper into its proper position before posing the question.

"Nothing-" She said trying to stop Hank from getting in the middle of this. If she was a cursing woman, now would have been the perfect time. All these eyes upon her –despite their good intention—was unnerving her.

As if she hadn't been speaking, "'t's all swollen an' red, homme."

"Let me see," and before Ororo could object, Hank lifted his huge blue body from his chair and he stood in front of her so he could take a look at her mouth. "Mmm, they most certainly are bruised. Care to share how that happened?" He clasped her chin in his huge hand and turned her head so he could view her mouth at different angles.

Ororo stamped down her feeling of discomfort from being surrounded like this. "I had a fight with my flat iron—it won." She said trying to make light of the situation and when she tried to smile she winced. Her lips disapproving of the action.

Rogue tasked, not believing her. "Are yah sure that's how it happened?"

"Wat da hell ya'll harassing da lady fer?" He didn't need to be told what happened; he already heard their conversation well before he entered the cafeteria. And it begged the question, what happened to her suckable lips? They looked fine last night…tasted fine, too. A sliver of lust started to wrap itself around him as he thought of her admirable body parts. Forcing his baser feelings at bay, he wondered what really happened to her lips because her lame explanation was weaker than water.

All four jumped and turned to face the owner of the gruff voice. Logan.

"Mornin' tah yuh too, sunshine." Rogue's voice was laced with sarcasm as she spoke to the newcomer.

Logan didn't spare her any mind but flipped her the bird, she snorted. When he awoke this morning, feeling quite refreshed and with the lingering scent of a pissed off aroused female in his room, he made up his mind to join the do-gooders for breakfast.

It was one of those things he used to do before he took off and he found himself looking forward to the normalcy. Internally, he kicked himself for still looking for 'home' but he realized this house full of losers and people he couldn't stand was more home to him than anything he remembered.

He was acutely aware of Storm and the fact that she was only a couple of seats down. He could smell her apprehensiveness and he debated on whether or not he wanted to let her wallow in it or put her out of her misery…eh. Let her wallow. He grinned, amused already and she didn't even pay up yet.

Ororo's stomach dipped as he sat down a couple of chairs from Remy and she tried to reign in her feelings so it wouldn't tip into her powers. Why couldn't she keep her feelings under wraps around him all of a sudden? She figured coercion will do that to someone.

"Somet'in' hurt Stormy last night," Remy said, while briefly turning to acknowledge the older man. Out of everyone on the team Remy was the only one who didn't want his head on a platter for sleeping with Jean. The sweet talking Cajun understood the power of sex so he put no blame on Logan for doing something he, himself, may have done.

Logan grunted but tried to take a look at her but couldn't with the way they were seating. Did he hurt last night? He didn't think so, he didn't even touch her outside of that kiss and the hold he had on her neck…and wrist…and hair…okay so maybe he could have hurt her last night.

Shit! Why did he feel bad? What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd done a lot worst to people and didn't feel a thing. Still didn't feel a thing. So why was the possibility of hurting a nosy female making him feel guilty?

Hurt. Hurt. Check. Check. Check. NOW!

Logan fought against himself not to jump up and check for himself if he had indeed marred her perfect flesh. Shut up! He told the animal within but the words became a loud chant and so to fight the urge, he stuffed his face instead. I ain't doin' shit, bub! I run this show!

"Nothing hurt me Remy," Ororo replied, her voice lace with steel brokered no argument. She didn't want Logan to know he physically hurt her, didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "Now if you will excuse me," she said whilst standing up from her hair, "I'm going to class."

No. No. No. Stay. Stay. Stay.

"I tink ya should stay Storm," there was an edge to his voice as he voiced his 'suggestion'. He gave into his darker side because that's what he wanted. He wanted her to stay. Slate colored eyes was trained on her form and he could imagine how angry her eyes had gone. Was it angry enough for them to turn white?

Another jolt of lust kicked him in the groin as he held back a growl. He still couldn't see her face but he could easily imagine the tightness of her thick lips, the high tilt to her chin. Fuck! He needed to have her –at least once—to flush her out of his system. And then, he was sure, the insanity that clouded him about her would evaporate as quickly as it came.

Grimacing and cocking her head to the side, Ororo barely kept thunder from making her displeasure known. Now? He chose to have her 'bark like cow' now in front of her team and friends? "Very well Logan," she said as calmly as possibly as she sat back down. She didn't miss the look that Remy, Rogue, and Beast shared and something akin to hatred burned within her for the sulky man.

'What the hell was that' Rogue face asked as she looked into equally bewildered demonic eyes. These were the days the southern belle wished Ms. Marvel had telepathic powers so she could communicate without others having to hear her. All she got back in answer from the Cajun was a shrug and dazed look.

Clearing his throat from the uncomfortable silence subsequent to 'Ro sitting back down, Hank racked his brain for a conversation starter. "When you have the time Ororo, stop by my lab and I can provide you with some remedies that should take care of your ailment."

"Thank you Henry," she replied, voice strained as she fumed at the embarrassment. She could feel Remy's eyes on her and she knew he wanted an explanation and what would she tell him? I have to do what Logan wants or else he will seduce Jean and ruin everything. Somehow, she didn't think that explanation would fly with Remy. He could be very overprotective of her and the last thing she wanted to do was start a feud.

Again, an uncomfortable silence filled the table and with the busy chattering of the students around them that only made the stark difference more poignant. Rubbing the back of his neck, Hank was struck at how he no longer felt the fur and how it just seemed normal. Clearing his throat, "We have not been formally introduced Logan, I am Dr. Henry McCoy but you may call me Hank."

Logan grunted. He didn't care what the latest freak show name was. All he knew was he was blue and probably escaped from someone's zoo and he seemed way too comfortable with Ororo. And for reasons he would not delve into he nor his animal liked that.

Hank took note of Rogue shaking her head no and even though he saw her suggestion as a wise choice, he still pushed on. He was extremely curious on the surly fellow and after reading his file, knew there was medical breakthrough that could be done with his healing factor. "The Professor tells me you have once again taken up the mantle of being an X-Man."

"So bub?" Logan answered, hostility pouring from him in waves. He didn't like doctors or scientist or whatever the fuck he was. They pissed him off and made him want to gut somebody. Preferably, one wearing a white coat. "Ya got a problem wit me joinin' the team?"

"Oh my," Hank said his blue pointed ears twitching. "Just making conversation friend."

"I ain't yer friend furball, I'm-"

"Logan!" Ororo finally spoke up, not going to let Logan berate the good doctor for simply being nice to a man who didn't deserve it. She briefly wondered how this would impact the 'agreement' but in that moment she didn't care. "Hank is only trying to be pleasant, do not brutalize him."

Logan clamped his mouth shut, grinding his teeth so hard the entire table heard and winced.

"Thank you 'Ro but it's quite alright." Dr. Henry McCoy informed her, smiling warmly while gently putting his hand on her shoulder. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

Logan growled, not liking the fact that the giant blue freak was touching what belong to him. Didn't she fucking remember what he told her, he pondered angrily as he roughly stabbed into his sausage links. He was fighting a savage battle not to shove his personal knives deep into Hank's innards and see if they, too, were blue!

Rogue and Remy shared another look, what the hell was going on here? Hank, whom was far from stupid, removed his hand as Ororo constrained herself from glaring at the Logan.

"Uh oh, trouble comin' around tha bend." Rogue announced as she looked up to entrance of the cafeteria. "As if we don' have enough as is," she said as she pointedly looked between Logan and Ororo.

"Wat dat be, ma belle femme?" Remy and Hank craned their head to see whom the southern woman spoke of while Ororo didn't care. She had enough trouble on her plate, she didn't need anyone else.

This is exactly why I don't want to get in the middle of people's live, Ororo angrily thought, had she followed her rule she wouldn't be Logan's personal trollop! She had wanted to be nice, had wanted to assist a couple in need and what did she get? A headache. Who cares if she did so for selfish reason? She was still thinking of them! Kinda.

Logan didn't need to look to see who it was, he smelled them, and from the uneasiness coming off those two, they must know he was here. He grinned, it looks like he would have some fun after all. With his mind turning elsewhere, his anger with Hank quickly dispelled.

"Good morning…everyone." Scott sat stiffly down, his eyes darting to the only one who met his eyes defiantly. There was a cocky snare on his face and he felt his tightly wound control start to crack.

Jean shuffled by his side before seating down next to him. They were sitting directly across Logan and she cried inwardly. Oh why was God punishing her? She made one small mistake and boom she was Hester Prynne. She had finally managed to get Scott to calm down and then here was Logan. She sighed.

Scott sat their breakfast treys down in front of them and picked up his spoon for the sake of it. His appetite was gone. Not wanting to let the older man know how much he was upset, he forced himself to eat some oatmeal.

*Scott? I didn't know he was going to be here. I swear!*

*I would hope not* came the dry response.

*You don't have to take that tone with me Scott. I made a mistake. I'm sorry! I'm so-

*Save it, Jean. This is neither the time nor the place.*

Jean's eyes shined with unshed tears as he firmly closed their mental link. She gave a small mental probe but all she got was a dirty look and a stronger mental block. How many times would she say she was sorry? Scott knew how hurtful it was to her when she couldn't reach his mind; it soothed her to know Scott was always there.

"Mornin' Scott…Jean," Rogue's pitch was somber as she acknowledge the beautiful redhead. As stupid as she knew it to be, Rogue had taken Jean's one night tryst personal. She had looked up to the always self assured, composed doctor and envied her relationship with Scott and to find out she was no better than a two bit whore was disappointing.

"Oh shit," Remy grumbled and quickly winced as Ororo elbowed him in the stomach. "I kno' I kno'…Remy needs t' watch his mouth, non?" The thief from New Orleans glanced between the trio where the tension was the thickest and he didn't envy them. He absently wondered who would blow first? He made a mentally note to start a bet amongst the faculty on who would throw the first attack against the other.

"Yes," 'Ro agreed as she locked eyes with Scott and Jean and also bid them good morning. The gasp she got in return let her know they saw her mouth and before they could speak, she held her hand up to stop them. "I am fine. A small accident."

Scott looked at her sharply, unwilling to accept her answer. "Are you sure that was all it was?"

"Yeah 'Ro, that looks bad. No small accident I've ever seen maybe we should go to the medical lab, and I can take a look at it for you?" Jean suggested, her eyes imploring Ororo to take her up on her offer so she could leave this place.

"No need Jean but thank you. Hank has offered me some medication that should take care of it." Stupid Logan, she thought as she forced herself not to fidget with her apple. She could have been in her classroom right now and away from this ticking bomb.

The table seemed too packed and Ororo swore the cafeteria was quieter once the pair walked in. She was sure the students were on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what transpired between the two men. Who were meeting face to face for the first time since the Logan slept with Jean. She took a discreet look around the room and saw that her assumption was correct.

Once again, Hank cleared his throat and wished he was perhaps on trial for murder. He had a funny feeling that it would go much easier than this moment. Looking at his watch, he exclaimed. "Oh dear. It would appear time has run away with me. I have an engagement that slipped my mind. I beg your pardon."

Scott looked at Beast, a tense smile on his face. He wasn't buying the excuse. "You don't need to leave Hank. Stay, I insist. This is a friendly breakfast with the team." He glanced in every direction before settling on the man across from him. "Right Wolverine?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, surprised. Did Scooter grow a pair after finding out that Logan gave it to his girl better than he could? He grinned wolfishly, he was always ready to play ball. "Dat's a good question Cyke….wat do ya tink Jeannie?"

Jean, whom already wanted the floor to swallow her up whole, eyes widened as the entire table looked at her. Shit! Why would he put her in this? How would she convince Scott that she had nothing to do with him asking her a question? Frantically, her mind prepared for the inevitable fight between them and her response to his allegations. "Excuse me?" She could feel Scott heated gaze against the side of her face and she forced an easy smile on her face.

Smiling arrogantly, Logan kept one hand poised on the table as he looked directly into the younger man's shade. He knew One Eye was ticked—he didn't need his nose for that. "Yer boy wanted ta know 'bout us bein' a friendly team. Did ya tell him wat a friendly team we made?"

Scott face froze as Logan's spiteful words registered in his brain. "Son of a bitch," Scott exclaimed loudly as he stood up, his hand on his visor. It was one thing to screw his fiancée but another thing to state it and try to make a cuckold out of him. Again. "Give me one fucking reason Logan why I shouldn't blow your brains out?"

Eyes everywhere went wide and there was no mistaking the deafening silence in the eatery. Some were even so bold to start crowding around the table for a better look.

The rest of the X-Men were too much in shock to move or say anything as no one expected Scott's fuse to be so short. They figured it would take more than eight minutes before the shit hit the fan.

SNIKT

"Scott—Logan! No!" Jean said, standing up as well and trying to tug on Scott hands which he easily shrugged off. "Don't make me-"

"Give me ya best shot, bub," temporarily his eyes went to Jean's and saw how frighten her eyes were and how she reeked of guilt. He ignored Beast's stammering for peace as he faced the man he once left for dead. "But dat one better kill me, boy."

Ororo saw how pleas to stop went unheeded by either men so she let the thunder booming angrily from outside speak for her. Quickly, rising to her feet, she filled the room with a thick fog. She hid them from the students and their fellow teachers who were eagerly watching on. "Hank, Rogue, and Remy get the students out of here. I do not care where you have them go, just get them out of here. Now!" she commanded.

"Gotcha Storm," Rogue exclaimed as she got up from her seat and give the troublesome twosome a look. "Ah'm a go ta tha speakers are an' make an announcement ta let the students know they need to leave an' breakfast has been cancelled."

Hank watched her fly off, before going to attend to the students. Without speaking, Hank took one side of the room while Remy took the other.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves." Ororo walked over to them, standing at the head of the table, each man to either side. "Behaving like children—worse than children," she corrected. "They would have the common sense to not be so public with their disagreement."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we regrettably inform you that breakfast is now over nor will it commence this day. If you are in the cafeteria, you must vacate the premise immediately. For the inconvenience, a cart will come by each class in case you did not have a chance to grab breakfast. Again, breakfast is cancelled."

"He starte' it darlin'…I was just goin' ta finish it" Logan replied, once the announcement was finished. He cracked his neck, smirking dark eyes focused on the man before him who was still poised for battle.

Not wanting Logan to have the last word, Scott gave into his childish inclination. "If by finish, you mean lifting yourself off the floor than yes that would be a good way to describe it."

"Enough," Ororo demanded, eyes clouding over and thunder enhancing her words. "This is not the time for foolish male pride. Scott, you know better. I expect nothing less from Logan but for you…" she shook her head, "Get it together," She said speaking to both of them "This is the first and last warning either of you shall get."

Finish with this whole sordid mess, Ororo grabbed her bags and swiftly walked away.

"Scott…I can't believe you did that!" Jean admonished, shock widening her gaze. "That was so unlike you and in front of the students no less!" She knew Logan was not his favorite person, knew he was on pins and needles but she wouldn't in her wildest dreams foresee Scott acting like this.

Scott turned to stare at her. His mouth in a grim line as he regarded the woman who put him in this position. Without saying a word, he left. He was disgusted with the situation but most of all himself.

Jean quickly wiped a tear from her eyes before Logan could see it but she knew he smelled the saline in the air. She bit on her bottom lip as she wondered if she could ever fix her mistake. The look Scott gave her….it was like he was done with her and their relationship. "I really wish you wouldn't provoke Scott, Logan."

Logan's eyes roamed over her form, appreciating the way tan slacks and teal satin blouse she wore clung to her figure. Jean had a hell of a figure, and she knew it. He had noticed early on how she was the very embodiment of 'flattery will get you every where'.

A blush fused her check when she felt his heated gaze over her. She couldn't help the female pride that bloomed within her that he still found her attractive. At least someone did. "Stop...stop looking at me like that Logan."

"Why Red?" he questioned, taking a step closer and breathing in her perfume. She smelled of some expansive type shit, not at all of nature. Not like Storm. And he found her scent to pale in comparison. "Ya want me ta do more than look?"

Her cheeks became redder as she remembered how well he did more than look. She averted his gaze, not liking the intimacy she saw there. Nervously, she patted down her hair although not a hair was out of place. "Logan," she warned but it sounded husky and like a come on.

Jean wasn't sure what made that night so explosive; if it was the man, the illicit nature of their coupling or the fact it's been months since she last had sex. All she knew was she had the most intense passionate moment to date and she wanted it again. But that wasn't going to happen soon. She hadn't been able to get Scott to touch her before she strayed and it was an impossible feat to get him to do so after.

"No no no," she stammered before clearing her throat, she was acting like a girl instead of a grown woman who knew how to behave around a sexually attractive men. "No, Logan," she tried to sound firm but failed horribly. "What we did was wrong and I don't want it to happen again."

Logan chuckled; he didn't need his nose to know she was breaking one of God's commandments. His eyes roved over her figure once more, taking in the slender physique that he had (finally) gotten to fuck. Oh boy, had it been something.

Red had been lit on fire that night, screaming and hollering practically the entire time. He wouldn't have been surprised if someone had walked in and saw them in the middle of it. He smirked, he knew he was good but damn she knew how to stroke his ego as he stroked her. The smugness grew. "Are ya sure of dat darlin'?"

It was wrong, she knew it was but her insides melted as she recalled his rough hands on her body. The way he turned, flipped and stretched her wide as she took in his girth. Desire held her in its precious hold. "Please Logan….it's…. it's wrong." She said once more but she wasn't sure what she was begging him to do but all she knew was that if she wanted her relationship with Scott to work then she couldn't let him tempt her no matter how many orgasms he induced.

Rough hands shoved into unruly hair that always seemed to settle into the same style. Cocking his head to the side, Logan let his thoughts of the woman in front of him run amuck. He honestly liked Jean; she was the only person to give him a chance when he first came to mansion and he appreciated that then and he did so now but she lost her allure.

He no longer felt the frantic urge to have her nor was he awed by her beauty as he once had been. And, he hated to think it but it may have something to do with a white haired goddess who showed more balls then he has yet to see from any woman—that he remembers.

"Watcha mean darlin' is dat it's wrong dat ya wan' ta do it again." He saw her mouth gape open and he tapped his nose so she remembered he could always smell the truth. "Don't worry darlin', yer secret is safe wit' me."

******

*Logan, a word. Please*

Logan groaned. Chuck wanted to take a piece of his hide, too. Great. Once he left the cafeteria, he had hoped to catch Ororo but she was gone. There was a lingering trace of her scent but with all the moving bodies all over the place, he couldn't following it. He figured she was currently in the midst of teaching her first period class. Wherever the hell that was and he regretted not paying attention when Kurt had pointed out her classroom when he had been given the grand tour a couple of years ago.

He hadn't cared then where the hot weather mistress held class but he sure as hell did now. He shook his head in surprise, what the fuck was the matter with him. Why was he so hog tied over 'Ro? Yeah, she was smoking hot, and wasn't scared of him but was that enough to give him a hard on and have Jean look like a used prostitute thong now?

He couldn't pinpoint what about her he found so fascinating all of a sudden. Maybe it was the strength she showed in his room last night or her scent. Either way, he knew he wouldn't get her out of his mind until he fucked her. But then what?

He had made the decision to use her on the spot but what would he do once he was done with her? He quickly decided that he would not let her go if he lost interest. He would string her along for at least 6 months. He needed to make her heel, submit and then he would consider freeing her.

Shoving his hands into his jean pockets, he kept a scowl on his face as he walked forward aimlessly. He didn't have anywhere pressing he needed to be; other than to meet Charles and that he would take his precious time doing. Ororo had already given him his class schedule and he was free first period. She had also given him a thick folder compromised of notes various members of the team, who had taken to teaching his classes, kept on his students while he was gone.

Bored, Logan decided he would go talk to Charles and get his 'talking to' out of the way. He was actually surprised how easily Xavier welcomed him back despite how he left. He had expected reproach for sleeping with Jean when he returned after finding nothing pertaining to Weapon X or his past in Greece but all he got was a welcome back and an offer to be an X-Men once more.

"Aunty O is gonna a flip when I tell her!"

He stalled in his steps to the elevator. Aunty O? Who?Ororo? 'Ro had a nephew? Even though he had no real reason to think it was her, his instinct told him it was she. And since his instincts never let him down before, Logan trusted them completely.

"I don't think that's, like, a good idea Evan."

Kitty. Why was she nervous? His nose readily matched the smell to the face but he couldn't remember meeting Evan although the scent was familiar. Whoever this Evan kid was, he wasn't new to the school.

"Aww, C'mon Kit. Everything is going to be fine."

He forced himself to stop being a dofus by trying to gather information on Storm and turned a deaf ear to the conversation. He pressed the 'up' button and waited for the double doors to open. As he rode in the elevator to the highest floor which would take him to Charles, his mind churned with thoughts of a goddess and what he would do once he got his hands on her.

Exiting, Logan booted feet touched upon what he knew to be the most expansive carpet known to earth. He always felt uncomfortable in the 'X-Hall' as the children dubbed it. It was where Xavier's office and personal chamber were. He didn't feel worthy to be around such grandeur.

The walls were painted a deep plum and on it hung various pictures of Charles with world leaders. There were also class pictures of the graduating year since the school's been opened. Standing in front of the grand double doors, he didn't bother knocking since he was expected.

"Ahh Logan," stated a calm voice, "thank you for joining me." He motioned him further in and pointed to two out of the three chairs that stood before his desk.

"Whaddya want Chuck?" Logan asked as he walked into the office and took the seat that was offered in front of his huge antique oak desk. He purposely chose to sit next to the other man in the room, to further piss him off

Scott scowled, "Clearly, you didn't learn respect while you were away."

Logan grinned in such a way that his strangely large canines gleamed and seemed more menacing. "Wanna teach me?"

A tick went off in the younger man's jaw as he forced himself not to rise to the bait. The anger from earlier hadn't dissolve and as he sat next to the maddening man, he felt his ire rise even more.

"Gentlemen," Charles said, as he drew out the word as he stared thoughtfully at the two men before him. "I would hope we can put aside our petty difference-"

"If ya gonna talk my ear off ta death 'bout this mornin' tell me now so I can start tunin' ya out."

Dr. Charles Xavier, famously known as Professor X, couldn't help but shake his head in mirth at the bluntness of the man who sat before him. "I wasn't but I am glad you brought this morning up. I'm positive that the behavior you two exhibited won't happen again, right?"

Scott's cheeks became red at the slight reproach and nodded.

The bald man then turned his gaze on Logan who only gave a noncommittal shrug and he sighed. That was probably the best he would get from the man. "Now on to something more pleasant…."

*****

Ororo's classroom

As Ororo finished her first period the nagging signs of a headache were starting to overtake her. She had not been able to get her student's mind on anything but the mishap earlier. When she would be writing on the board, she could hear them whispering and when she walked up and down the rows to ensure no cheating was being done on a pop quiz she had found a piece of paper on the ground. It read:

I can't believe Mr. Summers almost killed Mr. Logan! OMG! And I missed it! Ugh.

That's not what happened! I was there. Logan kissed Dr. Grey and then Mr. Summers almost killed Dr. Grey!

OMFG! Damn, I knew I should have gone downstairs instead of sleeping for 30 more minutes! :/

Feeling as if she aged 10 years with this morning episode, she threw away the note and informed the class there was to be no note passing in her class and that they needed to focus. As much as she wanted to be angry with them, she couldn't. Scott and Logan give these kids a show so naturally they would be all over it.

As the bell ringed to signify the end of class, she reminded them their research paper would be due by the end of the week. Sighing, she sat down; she had 10 minutes of respite before third period began.

A knock on her glass door had her looking up to see who it was.

"May I come in?"

She nodded.

"Ororo…I want to apologize to you for this morning. My behavior was unethical and it was dangerous. I was just so caught up in my rage and hurt-"

"Scott," she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "I do not want to make light of your hurt but you need to be aware of the students. You are not the first man to get cheated on." She stared into his shades, her stance harsh. She didn't want another episode like this morning to take place again. "And you shall not be the last," she said gently.

Scott winced at her bluntness but nodded. "You are right but when he is around-" Scott instantly stopped talking as a student walked in. She looked between the two adults and said hi with a blush to her cheeks and sat down. For the hundredth time that day, he was embarrassed over his behavior and he was sure that everyone was talking about it.

Ororo pulled him to the corner of her room but who was to say any students milling about the hall wouldn't be able to hear them as they spoke. There were all types of mutations house within raging teenage bodies.

"You just need to remember that everything Logan does is to get a rise out of you so you not giving into him is winning—even if it feels like losing…okay?"

He nodded as he looked around, more students were coming. He looked at the clock on the far right. Four minutes before the next period officially started. "I guess this means you weren't able to talk to Logan?"

As he brought up her talk with Logan, she briefly touched her lips. Thanks to Hank, the swelling had gone down and the pained numbed. "Actually, I did."

"That was talking to Logan?" Scott asked incredulous. "I guess the bastard said no, eh?"

"Let us just say, old friend, he agreed to keep his distance from Jean."

Suspicious yet hope bloomed within him."Just like that? I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted something in return."

Mouth thinning, the bell ringed. "Just like that," she repeated as the last of her students' trickled in. "I must go Scott."

Scott wanted to press her more but nodded. "We will talk later," he promised.

She nodded, absently. "Yes, later."

The rest of the day went smoothly without any unannounced visitor although she had excepted to see Logan. Anxiety had curled tightly in her stomach each time her door opened until she finally realize he would not come to her classroom. And then her anxiety had turned to something akin to disappointment but she knew that could not be it. Had to be elation.

Ororo forced herself not to think of the blasted man but whenever she had a spare moment her thoughts turned to him. She couldn't fight the curiously nor dread that filled her when he took over mind. When would he want her to make good on her word? Would he make her wait?

He was a predator, wasn't he? Patience was a quality of the high ranking males in the animal kingdom. They had to know exactly when to strike and not a minute sooner. And thanks to Weapon X, he was more animistic than most. He was probably getting off on making her squirm and waiting for him to make his move. Anger flared within her red hot, damn him.

This situation left her completely powerless and not in control. Breathing deeply, she released with a heavy sigh. She hated feeling this way, it brought back childhood memories to the forefront. Even after all these years, she could remember how helpless she felt as she laid underneath her dead mother. Trapped.

"I will not be another's victim," she said aloud. If Logan thought he was going to use her attraction to him for his gain, he was sadly mistaken. Running her hands though the ends of her hair, she grimaced. Her scalp was still tender and the slightest tug on her hair would have her nerves blazing. He was a threat to everything she held dear, a threat who was starting to wreck havoc with her emotions. And she couldn't have it.

"Ms. Munroe?"

Her name being called several times pulled her from her introspection and a smile lit up her face once she saw who stood nervously at the door. "Kitten! Come in." She got up to hug the small frame girl and welcome her further into her classroom. "What brings you to me, dear girl?"

Kathryn 'Kitty' Pryde entered the spacious classroom and her building tension was eased by Ororo's reaction. She easily returned the smile and the hug. "I, like, wanted to tell you what I'm going to do after I, like, graduate."

"And that is?" Ororo ask as she leaned against her desk, watching as the 17 year old perched on a desk directly across from her. She remembered the last time they spoke about her options after graduating and she seemed inclined to accept Xavier's offer of joining the X-Men.

Her earlier turbulent thoughts slipped her mind as she looked into clear brown eyes. Her heartstrings tugged and her smile grew warmer. She had never anticipated the bond they would share but she welcomed it. In way, Ororo treated Kitty the way she would have treated a child borne from her own womb.

In a nervous habit, Kitty begun twirling the ends of her hair which was clasped in a high ponytail. She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought of what to say. Clearing her throat, "I ah, like, decided to not be an X-Men immediately after graduating….you're not, like, mad are you?"

She saw the genuine concern on the senior's face and smiled, quelling her fears. She remembered when she first met Kitty, she had been a scared 6th grader who didn't understand her powers nor the world and now she stood before her all grown up. "Of course not." She said reassuring the girl, pride filling her at what a lovely capable young woman she was. "What will you do then? Go to School, I hope?"

Kitty nodded in relief. "Peter, like, told me that you wouldn't care but I wasn't sure, you know? And yes. I'm going to apply to Colombia, NYU, and some schools out of state."

"That's great Kit!" Ororo, inundated by emotions, gave into the maternal rush going through and hugged her once more. "Those are great schools, Kitty. I'm sure anyone of them would be proud to have you."

Her mom had told her the same thing and just like then, she beamed. "I still want to be an X-Men," she stated. "I want to, like, make a difference and change the world for the better."

"You can. There are many ways to fight the good fight Kitten—but whenever you decided to be an X-Men the offer will always stand."

She held on to Storm a tad bit longer before letting her go. Taking comfort as nostalgia came over her. Storm had been like a mom to her and to think in a couple of months…she'd be gone. The world she knew forever changing, releasing the older woman, she stepped back to look at her old classroom. "So what's, like, up with you? I haven't been able to talk much lately with test and things."

Ororo's face remained neutral as she contemplated the answer. A lot of things were new but nothing she could share with her former student. Gently touching the strong wood of her desk beneath her hands, she shrugged a delicate shoulder. "You know me. Nothing ever changes but the day."

Kitty grinned. Same old Ororo. "Well, plenty has changed with me!" Kitty excitedly proclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she held on her textbooks even tighter within her arms.

"Is that so?" Her enthusiasm was contagious and merriment danced within sky blue eyes. "You mentioned Peter earlier, you two are doing well?"

Kitty shook her head no, disappointment marring her face and taking away the joy that had been tangible seconds ago. "No. We, like, broke up a couple of months ago but are still very good friend." She sighed, loosening up on the death grip she had on her books. "It still sucks, a lot. I thought Peter was, like, the one. I totally wanted him to be."

"Lost love is always painful," Ororo replied, her eyes distant as she thought about her own failed relationship. Forge. Bishop. And….She shook her head. That would have been worst of all had she actually gone there. "Perhaps," she said trying to remove the sadness that now hung over them, "You two can get back together?

"Oh no," she exclaimed shaking her head vehemently at the possibility. She chewed her bottom lip lightly as she looked down and back at her teacher. "If I, like, tell you something, will it, like, stay between us?"

"Of course,"

Conflict warred within her as she debated if she should say it. "Well….Peter is like…uh….Peter is um gay." She whispered the last four words, fearful of anyone hearing as she looked at the door.

Ororo couldn't keep the look of surprise from crossing her face before schooling her features. "Peter is a homosexual?"

"Yeah," she confirmed, relieved. She'd been holding on to that secret for years and it felt good to tell someone. "That's, like, the only reason why we went out. He didn't, like, want anyone to know…to treat him differently and the guys were starting to tease him. They wanted to, like, know why he never took interest in girls and why he always hung out with my friends and I so I I ah suggested we, like, fake a relationship."

Storm blinked at the rush of words that were directed at her as her brain made fast work to understand it. "I see." But she didn't. After so many years of teaching, she thought she heard everything.

Kitty could still recall the moment of truth when Peter told her that the reason why he couldn't be with her the way she wanted was because he was like her. He liked boys. Her world had crumbled and she had phased through the chair and floor in shock. "I know it's ,like, weird and everything but I thought it was a good idea…at the time."

"You two were very convincing," Ororo replied. She wouldn't have imagined it from the way she would see Peter look at Kathryn or the few times she caught them kissing. He had been very protective of Kitty and often looked jealous if she was talking to another guy. But now that she thought about it, perhaps he hadn't been jealous for the obvious reason but because he could never do what she could do openly. "And that was very nice of you Kitty to be in a relationship to protect him."

"Not really," she admitted, her face flushing in guilt. "I, like, totally wanted him and I was hoping….I know it's, like, stupid now but I, like, wanted to change him but…" She shrugged her shoulders as her words drifted off. A sliver of pain pierced her heart as she recalled all the times she put them in situations where he would have to kiss or touch her sexually.

Peter had balked, stating it wasn't necessary but then she would point out the rumors and how guys needed to see that in order to believe he wasn't gay. He had grumbled and said he didn't want to dishonor her, but she didn't care. She could only see what she wanted and she just knew if even a chance, Peter would want her that way.

After awhile pretending had gotten easier for Peter and she had begun to believe he was starting to want her. They had fallen into a comfortable relationship and she didn't even need to force nor remind Peter that he needed to touch or kiss her. He just did. So she had assumed that he had gotten over 'being gay' and that he wanted her. Especially after they had sex; she had been over the moon but he hadn't.

She had ignored it, thinking he just needed time. It all came crashing down when she found him making out with a random male at a school trip. She knew then that she


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There are a couple more paragraphs that refuse to load no matter HOW many times I try to fix it. I did e-mail Pari about it but the story is at ff.net. Same pen name and title. :)



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