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** ** indicates telepathic communication
‘ ’ indicates thought
“ ” indicates spoken words
“Wolverine is coming back….and…..he is not alone.”

“Ororo,” whispered a female soft as Jean gently squeezed her hand.
“Yes Jean,” she spoke evenly, throwing a curtain over her tumultuous emotions. “When is he coming Professor.”

Taking a deep breath Xavier spoke, “Today, he should be before noon, latest one.”
“So that leaves us with about three hours,” Scott checked the time.

“How long will he be staying here?” questioned Ororo.
“I do not know,” Xavier answered frankly. “He just said that he is coming and the time when he will reach here.”

“Who be the petites he be bringing along?” Remy inquired, his gaze darting between Xavier and his sister.
“That is something he did not reveal either,” Xavier spoke to everyone. “Although I expect it to be his long lost family. Maybe he is bringing them here to meet us?” he added, his eyes on Ororo at those words.

“Good for him,” Scott spoke flatly. “From what we know about him, he definitely deserves a break.”
“What sentiments homme,” Gambit grunted under his breath. “Too bad y’ couldn’t ‘ave this a year ago.” Remy still blamed Scott along with Xavier and Forge for Wolverine leaving. It was because of them and their big mouths that his padnat left the x-men and was on road for almost a year. And now? He wasn’t happy with her current state either. She needed to be happy and that she wasn’t. Although she gave a look opposite to that, he could sense her loss, her pain….her loneliness.

“Well I guess we need a large room this time,” Jean finally spoke. “I prepare the double room suite for him and his family.”

“Yes Jean, that will be adequate,” Xavier responded. “….and I would like to avoid any untoward situations like the ones we had last time,” he spoke both to Scott and to himself. “Wolverine can be a great addition to the x-men. I hope he joins us this time around.”

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Couple of Hundred Kilometers away, (I deal in the metric system….divide by 1.61 for miles)

“When do we get there?” the impatient teenager asked for the umpteenth time. “How much longer?”
“Should be there within two hours,” Wolverine answered over his shoulder. “And no more breaks.”
“But….” She started but was cut off by his next words.
“And don’t day that ya gotta piss. Ya just did it at the last stop.”
“Hmph…..” she stomped to the backside of the camper.

“How are you feeling?” a soft cultured female voice asked from the passenger’s side. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
“Logan…..”
“A said I am fine,” he snapped, instantly flinching at his own tone. “Sorry darlin’,” he apologized.

“I understand,” she patted his shoulder. “You are nervous of meeting her again. You are worried of how she would react.”
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Wolverine just let out a sigh.

After a couple of minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

“I’m only goin’ there fer the kid,” he gestured towards the girl, who right now was enjoying listening to one of the dozens of CDs he had bought her.

“The moment she settles there, I am outta there.”

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“Stormy,” Remy entered the greenhouse. He knew she would be here. She spent at least an hour here and after this morning’s news, she was SURE to be here. “You there?”
“How many times have I told you, NOT to call me by that infernal name,” Ororo responded more by habit than by any need to mood for conversation.
“Remy know that,” he flashed one of his mysterious smirks, the one that disarmed you immediately, especially if you happen to belong to the fairer sex. However, it didn’t have any effect of Storm, who knew about all his tricks. “But ‘e also know that only he be allowed t’ call you by that name.”

“I know what you are trying to do. Your game,” Ororo smiled in spite herself. “And its not working.”
“Mua,” he appeared surprised. “Remy not play any games, not ‘least with his Storm….y.”
“Leave Remy,” she stressed.

“Ororo,” he spoke her real name, trying to get her to respond to him, talk about her feelings.
“LEAVE PLEASE,” thunder sounded in the sky. “Or do you want me to.”

Sensing the emotions swirling inside her, both through his empathy and from the sudden change in the weather, Remy decided to make a strategic retreat. He would try again once she had calmed herself.

Walking to the door, he looked at her once last time. “Remy pray f’or his padnat’s happiness.”

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Around noon,

**Wolverine is here** Xavier projected to all the x-men, intimating them to assemble in the foyer.

Minutes later, they watched as Wolverine’s camper pulled in through the mansion gates. It was different from the one they had seen outside the bar in Canada, and although it was still old, it was not as beaten up as the previous one.

“How did he get the money to buy this?” Jean mused. “From his family?”
“Must be,” Scott answered. “We’ll know soon enough. Where is Ororo?” he looked around, failing to find the weather goddess.
“She….” Jean hesitated.
“Oh,” Scott nodded in realization. He had hoped that Ororo had finally moved on from Wolverine. It had looked so in the last month. But maybe she needed to have closure before she could finally and totally get over him.

As they watched, the camper to a stop at the bottom of the mansion stairs. Opening the driver side’s door, Wolverine jumped out.
“He does look the same,” Jean commented. “Didn’t change one bit, except for his clothes.”

Disregarding the small crowd gathered at the top of the stairs, he cracked his neck and donned his Stetsons cowboy hat, and extinguished his cigar with the bottom of his show. Meanwhile, a beautiful redhead had emerged from the passenger side. She was dressed casually in faded blue jeans and flannel blouse. She was slightly taller than Wolverine, by about a couple of inches.
“Hey kid….” Wolverine started, thumping against the camper’s side.
“Coming coming,” a feisty teenager jumped out of the passenger side door. “No need to get your panties in a bunch.”

“Jean,” Scott nudged his wife. “Do you see what I see?”
“If you mean that the girl doesn’t look anything like Wolverine or his wife” Jean whispered to him. “…then, yes.”

“Oh Gawd,” Rogue gasped. “Wolverine’s hit the beauty jackpot with that one.”
“Anna,” Gambit hissed at her, his smoldering eyes narrowing at Wolverine walking towards them.

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“Wolverine,” Xavier greeted him. “Nice to see you after all this time.”

Wolverine nodded his head at all the x-men, only greeting Kitty, Kurt and Remy as half-pint, Elf and Gumbo. Both Kitty and Kurt smiled at him. Remy just stared at him.

“Come let us go inside,” Xavier turned his maneuvered his hover-chair inside.
“Hn,” Wolverine grunted as he ushered his companions into the mansion.

‘Where’s ‘Ro?’ Logan thought, his eyes searching for his white haired beauty. ‘Maybe she’s inside?’ he thought before scolding himself. ‘Maybe she doesn’t wanta see me?’

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“Hope your trip was comfortable,” Charles spoke to the three people sitting in front of him. Most of the x-men were seated around him, with only Remy standing against the wall, his eyes still stuck at Wolverine, who had sensed the anger rolling from him, by was neglecting him.
“It was ok,” Wolverine responded tacitly.

“We have made arrangements for your stay?” Xavier informed him. “If you want to rest, Jean can help you get settled in, or….” He continued sensing Wolverine’s impatience. “We can talk first?”
“Talk,” Logan answered.

“I just came by fer the kid,” he patted the thigh of the young girl sitting beside him. “She needs a place ta stay and study here. She’s…...she’s like you guys.”
“Us? What do you mean?” Scott frowned at him.
“A mutant,” Wolverine answered. “….not like this.”

-SNIKT-

He help up a hand and extended his metal claws.

“Logan,” his female companion gently urged him to lower his hand. “Please put the claws away.”
“Sorry darlin’,” he apologized to her, instantly sheathing the razor sharp blades.

“What is her mutation?” Scott inquired.
“Ask her yerself,” Wolverine’s answer was addressed towards Xavier. He didn’t want to talk to one-eye or anyone else in the mansion. The only person he wanted to talk to or see, wasn’t even there.

“What’s your name child?” Xavier asked gently.
“Jubilation Lee,” answered the young Asian girl. “…but everyone just calls me Jubilee, so you can also call me that.”
“Lee?” Jean looked at Wolverine.
“Found her about eight months ago,” Wolverine once again spoke only to Xavier.

“Jubilee,” Xavier turned to the girl. “Where are you from?”
“So-cal,” she answered cheerfully. “We’ve got the best malls there, you should….”
“Kid,” Wolverine squeezed her thigh to shut her up.
“What?” she looked at him.
“Ferget about the mall,” he half ordered and half pleaded. “Just fer ten minutes, please.”

“Ok,” she winked at him. “Wolvie….”
“Grr….” His growl surprised the x-men, who thought that maybe he was threatening such a young child. However, they were even more surprised when she didn’t seem the least but affected. In fact, she stuck out her tongue at him, pinching between his knuckles.

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“Can ya keep her here?” he turned to Xavier. “I’ll pay for it…everything. All her schooling, boarding, eating….everything.”
“We’ll be more than glad to help her out.” Xavier smiled at both of them, causing the girl to relax even further. Even Wolverine seemed a bit relived at his answer. “And you will not be required to pay anything. Although I must ask, does she have a legal guardian, or do you want someone at the school to take over that responsibility?”

“Already got that done,” Wolverine answered him. “Heather here will do that.”
In answer, the redhead smiled at Xavier and the rest of the x-men. “Hello”
“Hello,” Xavier returned her smile.

“Where’s ‘Ro?” Wolverine stood up. He had finally come to the end of his line of patience. He wanted to see her and he wanted it now.
“Why do you ask homme?” Remy spoke for the first time. “Why do you care?”
“Gumbo,” Wolverine growled at him. “Whatdya mean?”
“Remy mean, now you ‘ave your own family, you own wife….”

“WIFE?” Logan practically shouted it out. “Where did the WIFE come frem? The last I checked, I didn’t have one?”
“But what about Ms. Heather,” Henry stepped in. He had been observing the ‘couple’ ever since they had occupied their places on the sofa. Moreover, from what he had seen, they appeared to be more of friends than husband and wife.
“Heather?” the stocky mutant stepped in front of her, as if trying to save her from any attack from the x-men. “What about her?”

“Don’t she be your wife?” Gambit asked warily, the intense emotions from Wolverine unsettling him.
“No, she don’t be my wife. She be my friend and she BE happily married to her husband,” Wolverine snapped at him. “Now tell me where is Ororo?”
“Th’ Greenhouse,” Remy answered a bit sullenly, suddenly feeling relieved at the news about Wolverine’s wife, but still worried about what was going to happen between Storm and Wolverine.

“Heather,” he turned to his friend. “Ya handle it?”
“Yes Logan,” she smiled at him, reaching up and gently patting on his lower arm, she pushed him towards the door. “You go and meet her.”
“Thanks darling,” Wolverine grinned at her and then winked at Jubilee. “See ya later kid.”
With that he ran out of the door, rushing towards the his ‘Ro.

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Minutes later,

“Hey, that’s my bike,” Scott jumped up at the sound of a motorcycle engine being fired-up and revved.
Running out of the door, he was faced with a familiar scene, except that this time, instead of it being night, it was day.
“Hey Wolverine…..WOLVERINE,” he yelled after the retreating figure.

**He’s left Scott** his wife projected to him.
“Left,” he stepped inside any came towards her. “How do you know? Where did he go? I saw a bag on his back. When is he coming back?”

“He’s not coming back?” Heather spoke softly, suddenly sad from the news. “He only came back for two reasons. One was Jubilee and the other was Ororo.”
“But Ororo is here,” Scott pointed a finger in the greenhouse’s direction. “She’s here.”
“She maybe here, but she is not with him,” she sighed. “Either she rejected him…or she is with someone else now.”

Even Jubilee seemed to lose some of her spunk at the news, a frown appearing on her face. She had wanted her ‘Wolvie’ to stay with her and from what he had told her about this ‘Ororo’ person, she had wanted to meet her too. Now….now, she didn’t even want to see her face, let alone talk to her or stay in the same place…mansion with her.
“The bitch,” she cursed under her breath.

“Jubilee,” Heather scolded her. “Language.”
“What?” she shot back. “The poor guy loves her to death and beyond, only thinks and talks of her, and what does she do….she fuckin’ rejects him.”
“JUBILEE,” Heather’s voice grew louder, sterner.
“Yeah….language,” she drew back into a corner of the sofa, a deep scowl marring her features, her arms crossed at her chest.

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“Jean, what is going on?” Scott looked at his wife. “I am going to find Ororo.”
“Scott, wait” Jean’s call after him. Concentrating, she tried to tried to telepathically sense what was the reason for this event.

“Oh God…..” she gasped, her hand slapping against her forehead.

“Ororo….What have you done?”

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