Belonging: A Place to Call My Own

Author: Batman_Wolverine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everyone wants a place to call their own. A place where they belong. Where tangible or intangible, everyone wants one. What happens when more than one person wants the same place? Desire, Lust, Friendship, Jealousy, Heartache and…Love, everything and everyone is involved.

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the x-men character in any of the different Marvel universes (Cartoon, Comic or Movie). All owned and copy righted by Marvel Comics.

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1. The Triangle

It started innocently enough. Two friends…best friends no less, catching up on old times, friends and family. Just like they always did. Just like always.

Simple and normal.

How and when things moved away from the usual light but innocent flirting, neither of them knew. The next thing they knew, they were kissing. A deep full-lipped kiss like the one they had shared quite a few times in the past.


But….there was something different about this kiss. There was something different about this time. What was different, you ask?

Passion

This kiss had a passion like no other. The feeling they felt with each other, they had never with another. Not Forge or T’Challa in Ororo’s case, or Jean, Psylocke, Elecktra, Yukio, Silver Fox or any other from Logan’s long list of remembered and forgotten women.

They would have carried on there itself, on the roof top of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, more commonly known as X-Mansion, had it not been for Logan’s *Wolverine* senses….smelling and hearing in particular.

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“Grrrr,” he growled at Ororo’s mouth as he pulled his lips away from her honey sweet ones, both slightly swollen from the intense action. Drawing back, he also removed his hand, which had somehow found itself inside her silk sleeveless nightgown. “Gumbo,” he grunted in explanation as he straightened up, shoving a new cigar in his mouth, while moving to come between the steps and Ororo, allowing her a few extra seconds to fix her clothing and her straighten her passion ruffled hair.

“What dya want?” Logan barked at the Cajun charmer as he leapt onto the roof, his trademark cigarette smoldering between his lips. Logan didn’t mind Gambit too much, liking him enough to share a brew once in a while. However, this was one time that the Wolverine wanted to punch the living daylights out of he Cajun, if not just gut him first. He was about to take the next step in with Ororo, only to have the red-eyed fucker throw a spanner in the gears of his plan.

The fact that Gambit had his own intentions towards HIS ‘Ro, didn’t help matters. Oh, the bastard was with Rogue and loved her to death. But that didn’t stop him for lusting after Ororo. Ororo regarded him as a friend, almost family, but the Cajun worshipped her. ‘Who wouldn’t,’ he mused ruefully. ‘She is made ta be worshipped. Just as she was, all those years. So what’s different now. Just ‘cause she is in a different country, fuck, a different continent, nothin’ gonna change. Even ya worship her, ya crazy Canucklehead.’

“Remy jus’ came t’ enjoy a smoke,” Gambit’s red on black eyes glinted in the soft moonlight. “An’ t’ spend time wit’ ‘is Stormy.”

“Remy,” Ororo spoke with a slight smirk, having recovered from the *make-out* session from a couple of minutes ago. “How many times have I told you not to call me by that insufferable name? Do I need to make things clearer?” She lifting her hand to form a small ball of lightening at the center of her palm.
“Aw, Ororo,” Remy came around and flopped right next to her, sitting too close for Logan’s comfort. Disregarding the growl emanating from the stocky Canadian, Gambit rested his hand on the forearm of he hand holding the ball lightening within it. “You really do that t’ your Remy?”

“Lucky for you, you are dear to me,” Ororo let the lightening frizzle out, twining slender her fingers with the gloved ones of Remy, as came down from her forearm to her hand. “I don’t believe in hurting friends, not do I condone TEASING them.” She stressed laying her head on Gambit’s overcoat covered shoulder.

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Logan was unable to stand it any longer. Even though, such display of intimacy were common for Ororo and her ex-thieving partner and current teammate, this time was different, not for one but many reasons, chief among them being the *sickening* smell of male arousal rising from the only other man on the roof. Logan knew that Gambit and Rogue had been having problems in their relation ever since Rogue’s powers had come back, making her untouchable once again.

Although he sympathized with the couple, particularly Rogue, he didn’t like what it was leading to. Deep in self-loathing, Rogue was trying to push Remy away, knowing that eventually he would turn to other venues for sexual gratification, now that she couldn’t provide it to him. It had already started. ‘The Cajun has been sniffin’ around and he has horned in on ‘Roro.’ Logan scowled at the thought.

Things had gone so far as him kissing Ororo near the waterfall near her boathouse, although truth be told, she also kissed him back and that kiss was not like the ones she had shared with Logan in the past. That kiss was more like the way they had tonight, albeit without the whole breast groping or chest rubbing from either of them. Although, it had been a one-time thing, never to be again….till date, it had set Logan off.

It was the knowledge of that kiss by the waterfall that had finally pressed Logan into making his own move. Over the years Ororo and him had grown closer. Starting from reluctant teammates who hated each other’s guts, they became hesitant sparring partners, growing further to sort of friends and finally on to what he called as complements of each other.

She complemented him….she could complete him. If only she agreed to it, for which he would have to ask her first. Make an effort for it….make an effort for her.

So why hadn’t he tried it already?

Why?

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Because…..he wasn’t worthy enough for her.

She was everything he was not. Where he was rough and crude, she was cultured and smoth ‘but not soft’. Where he believed in gutting first and then trying to talk, she had vowed to never take a life. Hell, she was a vegetarian for fuck’s sake, something that puzzled him even now. How could someone not love a juicy steak was something he could never put his mind around. But that was Ororo, his ‘Ro, always thinking of others.

She was the only one who could soothe the savage beast. One whiff of her calming yet intoxicating scent, and he would lose himself, finding himself at the same time. Her warm smile, the one that was different from the *plastic* one she used in normal life, would fill heart with joy, making him want to see her smiling and happy always, with him being the one to bring it to her.

He wanted to be hers. As much as the animal inside him wanted to possess her, claim her as his own, it also had a deep and as yet unfilled desire to belong.

BELONG

That was one thing that it had never achieved. He had felt it come close many a time. The closest being Mariko. She had been the ONLY one who had seen past the claws, the almost fur like hair, the growls and snarls, everything that was animal inside him. She had seen the man and brought him out and tried to give him a sense of belonging. Tried to give him a place to call home.

Even good old Red, Jean hadn’t made him feel like this. With Jean, it had always been something else. Something he couldn’t explain. It was if she called to him from another life, or a part of his life long forgotten and lost. Maybe if Jeannie hadn’t chosen Cyke over him, things might have been different. He had made peace with her choice long ago. He knew that she did love him in her own way, only not as or as much as she loved Scott ‘Slim’ Summers.

Mariko had been the only one to make him want to belong to her. She had been the only one…until now.

Until Ororo.

Ororo gave him the same hope that his Miko had given him, causing those long buried feelings to rise up again.

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The only reason he had never made a *move* on her, apart from the times he had had his head up his ass, pining after Jean, was that he felt that she was too good for him. She was something a person like him could look and feel from afar. If he came close and touched her, or tried to make her his own, he would only end up hurting her.

That line of thought finally ended with that kiss between her and Gambit. Logan knew that just like him, Remy worshipped the snow haired Nubian beauty. That fact didn’t change even after Rogue came into the picture. Logan also knew that just like him, Remy had a potential of hurting her, which he probably would, if not by his actions, then by the mere fact that he would be breaking the southern belle’s heart. Something Ororo would never forgive herself for.

Even if Logan denied, there were many similarities between him and Gumbo, especially when their resident Goddess came into the picture.

‘If the Cajun can do it, why not you?’ He had scolded himself, spending many a night prowling in the wooded area of the mansion grounds. ‘He ain’t any better than ya? Both of ya are cheap, worthless fuckers.’

Finally making up his mind, he had started to try to get even closer to Ororo, starting with spending more time with her in her attic garden and the larger greenhouse on the grounds. He had even taken her to see some flamin’ Broadway show, knowing that she liked such things.

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During all of this, he had had to deal with a new problem, namely the inexperienced, but in no way innocent approaches of Nightcrawler, who having given up on his plans of becoming a fully ordained priest, was for the first time in his life was flexing his currently non-existent *dating* muscles.
Initially that had also been the cause of concern for the biker Canadian. Kurt was a good man and one of, if not the best male friends he had. He didn’t want to hurt the Elf, but neither did he want to lose the woman he loved, the woman he wanted for himself, to him.

‘The Elf shouldn’t be a problem,’ he had reached the realization after his restaurant talk with the blue-skinned teleporter. He had seen and sensed the attraction of Red *Junior* Rachel Summers towards the soft-spoken German. An attraction, which Kurt had reciprocated, although unknowingly in the beginning.

‘If it had been Kurt then I woulda thought more….longer,’ he mused. ‘Yeah, fer a tenth of a second,’ the Wolverine scoffed at him. ‘Unless ‘Ro liked him too,’ his heart reminded him. ‘Then ya would have ta be the good friend fer both of them and step back…..and not cause the ruckus that you caused with Jeannie.’

Nevertheless, it wasn’t the Elf that the *Wolverine* was worried about. It was the black-on-red eyed devil that raised his hackles. The Cajun came to Ororo, especially when something had got his *most probably stolen* undies in a twist. ‘Just like ya,’ the Wolverine growled at him. With the escalating tension in his love life, Remy had been coming more and more to his *padnat*, Logan snorted at the word. ‘Some brother he is. He’s has as many brotherly feelin’s towards ‘Ro, as I have towards that blue bitch, Mystique or that overgrown hairball, Creed.’

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“G’night ‘Ro,” he growled as he pushed away from the ledge, falling down to the balcony a feet below, only to land with a clear and slightly echoing *THUD*.

Lost in his thoughts, he had missed Remy putting his arm around Ororo, pulling her even closer to him and away from Logan. Even though it was a natural action, one that he had done countless times in the past, it ticked Logan off this time, Remy’s increasing arousal not helping one bit.

He had to get away, both for himself and for ‘Ro. If he stayed there any longer, sitting around like the redundant third wheel in a motorcycle, he was sure to pop his claws and provide Gambit with, six, if not more holes in his body, along with gouging out the Cajun’s family jewels.

“Logan,” Ororo called behind him, a sudden cool breeze starting up due to a jump in her emotions. “Wait.”
“Later ‘Ro,” Logan jumped down to the next available balcony. He needed to get away from here, from her...from both of them. Ororo’s arousal from their kissing had saturated his senses and Gambit’s scent overlapping and mixing with it, was driving him towards the edge. He needed to get away, away from the school, to his woods, his territory, to let out the raging beast inside him.

“Logan,” Ororo whispered and drew back her outstretched hand as she watched him silently land on the soft ground.
“Let ‘im go cherie,” Remy drew her back towards him. “It looks as if th’ Wolverine will run t’night.”

“Yes,” Ororo sighed against his shoulders, her eyes following the retreating form of Logan….nee Wolverine as he divested himself of all clothing, stripping down to his skin tight, weather worn jeans.

“Besides,” Remy caressed her exposed upper arm gently. “It gives us more time t’ talk t’ each other.”
“So that’s your reason for wanting him to go away,” Ororo chuckled lightly as she lost Wolverine to the tree covering, Mother Nature opening its arms to welcome her agitated son.

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The past few months had been real roller coaster for her, the pinnacle being what had just occurred a few minutes ago.

She had always had this attraction towards Logan, the Wolverine. Even when they had met for the first time, and she had detested him for his brutal manners, that attraction had been there. Initially she had attributed it to the innate attraction that many women had towards the so called *Bad-Boys*.

‘Did it fade?’ she asked herself. ‘Yes and No,’ came the ambiguous answer. It didn’t fade as much as it tempered, maturing from a raw, wild physical one to something deeper. Oh, the wildness was still there, but something else had come in, something that hadn’t been clear or even visible at first. In Logan she had found a teammate, a partner, a friend and something more. Something that was all of the above together…..and then some.

‘Logan always saw Jean,’ she shook her head. The memory of redheaded friend, made her heart clench. Jean Grey-Summers, was her sister in every sense of the word, except for birth. They used to spend hours together, in the kitchen, in front of the TV or just lounging around in their rooms. How she missed those times. How she missed Jean.

“What are y’ thinkin’ padnat?” Remy’s warm breath tickled her neck.
“Nothing,” she leaned her head back and looked closed her eyes. “Nothing….and everything.”

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“Does Remy come in that *everything*,” Gambit whispered softly, enjoying the way Ororo semi-exposed body fit against his sides. ‘Somethin’ dat Anna would never be able t’ do,’ a part of his heart cried out, cursing him for enjoying it with another woman, and not just any woman but Ororo, his Stormy.
She was supposed to be his sister, wasn’t she? ‘Dat kiss wasn’t anyting’ dat ‘appens between a brother and his sister,’ his mind reminded him, his heart glowing at the memory of that impromptu and *equally* shared kiss. What would have happened if they had not been interrupted? That question had risen up in him many times after that night….increasing in its frequency in the past few weeks.

‘Ever since y’ and Anna ‘ave had this problem,’ his conscious reminded him again. ‘Dat’s why y’ came ‘ere tonight. Not to meet you’re your Stormy, but t’ get ‘er away from th’ Wolverine.’


His perceptive eyes had noticed the way Logan had been acting these past few months, especially around Ororo. Where earlier, the feral had been content with the friendly intimacy the two children of nature shared with each other; he now made conscious efforts to get closer to her. ‘He wants t’ have Stormy spend every minute with ‘im. He wants ‘er to be…’ he trailed off.
‘He wants ‘er to be with him, just the way you want her to be with YOU,’ his conscious completed brutally.

‘No,’ his mind cried out. ‘Remy has Rogue. Stormy is his….’
‘Sister. Yeah, sure,’ his conscious chuckled. ‘Dat’s why y’ used t’ ‘ave dreams about ‘er. Dreams that y’ ‘ave started havin’ again. Dreams in which you are anyting’ but a brother and she is anyting’ but your sister.’

‘No. Remy loves Anna Raven,’ his mind pushed as his heart. ‘She be the only woman Remy love.’
‘Sure kid,’ his conscious adopted a Wolverine like tone. ‘Keep feedin’ this shit ta yer heart, and maybe it will start believin’ it…in yer next life.’

‘Shut up,’ a frown appeared in his face. ‘Remy only worried about ‘is Stormy not getting hurt.’
‘Sure, sure. Only worried about Stormy not getting’ jurt,’ his words were thrown back at him. ‘Ya may love Rogue, but yer love fer her is nothin’ like what ya feel for ‘Ro…..nothin’ like the way worship her. The way ya should be worshippin’ yer woman and not someone else. Is it concern fer ‘Ro’s wellbeing that made ya come here tonight, or was it worry that she and Wolverine might be getting it together? Which one was it bub? Which one?’

‘No…..’ his mind started only to find that the soft occupied by his troublesome conscious vacant, its parting words echoing inside him. ‘Which one?’

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“Remy….Remy….” Ororo’s concerned voice roused him from his reverie.
“Huhn,” Gambit looked around and finally down at Ororo, her beautiful face and cloud like tresses glowing in the pale light. Her lips so close…that he could…. ‘Stop it,’ his conscious reappeared and yelled into his mind.

“I said what are you thinking?” Ororo smirked as she straightened herself, her eyes momentarily turning towards the woods before coming back to Remy.
“Noting’ cherie,” Remy smiled easily. “Noting’ and Everytin’. Just like you.”
“Very funny,” Ororo scrunched her face at him, punching him gently in the shoulder. “Using my words against me. Where is that glib Cajun charm of yours?”
“It don’t work on you cherie,” he lifted his hand to hers. “Dat’s why Remy don’t use it wit’ ya.”

“Remy,” Ororo squeezed his hand back. “You seem agitated tonight. Is everything alright with…?”
“Everting’s fine,” Remy snapped at her, apologizing the next instant. “Sorry padnat. Remy jus’ not want t’ talk about it.’

“I understand,” Ororo patted his hand and turned back to the face the open grounds, her own mind swirling with thoughts of Wolverine. ‘I hope this doesn’t cause any problems,’ she wished in her mind, squelching the faint cry rising from her heart. ‘We are friends. Just good friends. Nothing more,’ she reminded herself. ‘Logan knows that. Its not as if we haven’t kissed before…..and its not like we won’t kiss again,’ her lips curved up at the thought. ‘Everything will be alright.’

‘There is no need to worry.’

‘Is there?’

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Note: Really don't know where I am going with this one. Won't be too *actiony*. Just wanted to write something from the current uncanny-universe and also from the X-treme X-Men series.

The Storm-Gambit kiss is from X-Treme X-Men 32 (Intifada 02 - W.M.D). If you read the panels I have used here, you will get an idea of what I explained above. Especially when Ororo says that she envies Rogue for the FIRST time. The artwork also helps a lot.

The Ororo-Kurt-Rachel Pseudo-triangle and the Ororo-Logan couple is from Uncanny X-Men. Read Uncanny X-Men 445, 446, 450 and 455 for more insight into these four.

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‘There is no need to worry.’

‘Is there?’

I watch them, all of them. They think I, Henry Philip McCoy, or Hank as my friends call me, am always busy in the infirmary or my laboratory and only coming out for the x-men missions, my classes, sleeping or to eat food. What they know but do not realize is that my mutation is just not the way I look. The *Beast* inside me gives me enhanced senses much like Wolverine’s. And as he very succinctly and perceptively says, ‘The nose never lies.’ It always knows….and so do the eyes.

My eyes see what others miss. I could say that it is also due to my mutation, but I think that explanation is flawed. The reason I see all these *plays* between the various members of my adopted family, is that I am outside their loop. Oh, I am very much a member of this *group of misfits*, another Logan phrase. He, says or does things, which in their own simplistic way carry a very deep meaning, not surprising given his still unknown age and his travels to and experiences in various parts of the worlds. However, he is not the only person I observe. As I was saying, I am a member, a *senior* member now, of this X-family, but I am removed from their everyday emotional rollercoaster, not because of anything they say or do, but because of my own past insecurities about my appearance and the way people react towards it. Its not everyday that you get to see a blue furred, walking on two legs, lion. Even from a mutant perspective, I am rare, unique….different. The only other mutants I have seen with such a skin tone are Nightcrawler and Mystique, with only Kurt being the only one who cannot change it to look *normal*.

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Having been one of the so called *Original* x-men, I have witnessed a lot of changes in this house, from the original five of Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Iceman, Angel and myself ‘Beast’, to the newcomers Storm, Colossus, Nightcrawler and of course Wolverine. I have seen dear and caring friends like Jean become the distant and unfeeling, having been taking over by the Phoenix entity to make her into the ‘Dark Phoenix’. I have seen Logan, the Wolverine pursue her with a vengeance only to have his heart broken when she turned away from him for the arms of her true love Scott. They were the resident ‘perfect’ couple, the only spot being the resilient Wolverine. Many of us worried, whether and when Jean would give into him and stray away from her marriage. She never did, nor did he keep on the pressure once she and Scott tied the knot. He still flirted with her, but not as much as before. Time healed him, his relation with Jean changing from a prospective paramour to a dear and valued friend. Jean had once said that although Scott was the love of her life, she would always have a special spot for the feral Canadian.

They were happy, her and Scott. They were supposed to remain happy….remain together. With Wolverine stepping aside, their was supposed to be a fairy tale life, complete with a happily ever after. Only it was not to be so. In the end, it wasn’t Jean who betrayed the trust and sounded the death knell for their marriage. It was Scott, our fearless leader. The man who was supposed to be a beacon for trust became the man who betrayed the most sacred trust of all, the man who broke his marriage vows. The vows that he had made in front of all the others….in front of God.

That’s when Emma came into our lives. Oh, we had faced her as an enemy and somewhat reluctantly accepted her as a team member, but never had she played or come into such power in the lives of the x-men. She removed the keystone brick from a already shaky marriage. I say shaky because, Jean and Scott were having problems just like any other married couple. Left on their own, they could have worked their problems out. That’s the main point, ‘Left on their own’. Only Emma didn’t do that. She gave Scott the ear he needed to vent out his frustrations and then she gave him a bed, albeit initially a ‘mental’ one to ‘solve’ his problems with his wife. How long they carried on for, no one knows. Maybe Jean did. She was the one who caught them and exacted her revenge.

That was a lifetime ago. Dearest Jean is no more. I do not and cannot say ‘dead’ because she is the Phoenix and the just like the fabled bird, she too rises from her ashes. She will return one day, we all know. When? That is something that is unknown. Scott and Emma are the resident ‘power’ couple now, with Emma wearing the proverbial pants in the family. There is something about her that drew me to her during her first days at the mansion…and there is anther thing in and about her that prevents me from trusting her completely. Its as if she is always hiding something.

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However, they aren’t the ones I am concerned most about. That notorious privilege goes to a different group of people, namely Storm, Gambit, Rogue, Nightcrawler, Marvel Girl and of course Wolverine. Their lives have mingled in a very precarious manner. It is a maze, with Ororo being the common point of all the connections. She had not one, but three men not only lusting but also maybe even loving her.

Lets start alphabetically. Gambit. Ever since he came to the x-men, the ex-thief Cajun charmer has always been a constant in her and Rogue’s lives. When he first came here, we thought that he was in love with Storm and she with him. We were wrong….or so we thought then. Storm was in love with Forge and Gambit fell in love with the southern hot-belle, Rogue. He called her sister and she him brother. Coming from Storm it is not odd. She calls almost every female sister and every male brother, the exceptions being, The Professor, Emma, Kitty, Jubilee and once again Wolverine. The Professor is like a father, Emma is just Emma and Kitty and Jubilee are daughters. That leaves Logan. He is her dear friend.

There in lies the problem. Remy, Kurt and Logan all love her in their own way. Remy, loves Rogue. She owns his heart, but Storm….its as if Storm holds his soul. Not by any actions or words of her own, but by just being who she is. I suspect Rogue knows that too. Whether she neglects it or just accepts it, I do not know. Her mutation gives her an insecurity that cannot be removed by any amount of words. She knows that she cannot physically *touch* her lover and in her love for her, she wants him to be happy and maybe leave her to find another. That thought scares her too. She doesn’t want him to leave, but then feels he should leave and then is afraid he WILL leave. I sometimes pity her.


That brings us to Kurt. Having given up the church, he took his first hesitant steps towards forming a romantic relation and ended up giving parts of his heart to two very beautiful women, Ororo and Rachel. His situation, although just as troubling is easier to solve, at least from the angle I view it. His attraction towards Ororo rises from familiarity. Her natural caring personality has confused him, the feelings he has towards Rachel only bewildering him further. I hope that things will work out for them and that each of them will get the love they want and truly deserve.


Last, but not the least is Wolverine. Logan is a enigma in himself. Even after years of staying and working alongside him have *failed* to reveal all the facets of his complex and multi-layered personality. On one hand is the hard, rough, no nonsense, world-class ex-assassin and ex-secret agent, while on the other he is the gentle caring man who we have come to know, understand and love with the passage of time. If there is one thing I can say about my co-feral friend, is that he does everything with a vengeance, whether it be love or battle.

There is something about him that draws the opposite sex to him, whether as lovers or in some other capacity, the number of ‘girls’ who respect and love him as *daughters* make it all too clear. Amiko, Jubilee, Kitty, X-23 and even Rachel look upto him as a father or at least someone in that position. It is his personal love life that has been a saga of tragedy. Silver Fox, Heather Hudson, Elektra Natchios , Mariko Yashida, Yukio, Jean Grey, Elizabeth Braddock, Carol Danvers, Ororo Monroe and even the unfeeling, uncaring Mystique have all loved or been loved by him in one way or another. There must be more that I don’t know of, but they all share a common factor….none of them are with him. Some he loved and left, some left him and some, like Ororo either don’t see or don’t want to see his love for them.


He loves her, just like Remy and Kurt. However, unlike them, his love doesn’t arise from physical or emotional attachment. His love, although having both those factors, rises from a meeting of two people on an entirely different level. Remy loves Ororo, the woman, Kurt, the friend….while Logan, he loves the woman, who is his friend and who he wants to be not only his lover, but also his soul mate….his life partner.

As for the woman in question, her thoughts are still not totally clear to me. She loves all of them in her own way. Although, if she loves one of them enough to make him her life partner and whether she will do it, I do not know. From my point of view, none is a better choice than the other. While Remy has worship, Kurt has honesty and Logan honor, all three of them carrying a deep love and sense of loyalty towards her.

It’s a difficult choice, one that no one should have to make, but one that Ororo WILL have to make sooner or later. She will have to decide whether to choose to accept the love of one of them or to reestablish and stabilize the status quo. I say those words because I can see the growing unrest among the three men. I fear the day they finally go against one another. The day that will affect the lives of not only the three of them and Ororo, but also of Rogue and Rachel and all those connected and related to them. That will be the day when lines will be drawn and the x-men will break once again.

What do I do? What can I do?

I pray.

I pray that that day doesn’t come.

I pray and I watch.

I watch…..just like always.

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Note: I had planned on doing smaller musings from various x-members, but it just grew to become a chapter of its own. Will see if I can present those of other x-men in the future.

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