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8. Intrusions
** ** indicates telepathic communication.
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“What happened?”

“Logan” Ororo called from the bed. A few seconds ago, they had been in the throes of passion and suddenly her lover had tensed up and jumped off the bed. She knew his stance well. He was sensing danger and from his shifting glances, it was both from the balcony and from the other side of the door.

“Logan” she tried again, rising up she crossed her arms around his shoulder and chest, her bare chest rubbing into his back muscles, exciting both of them in spite of the perceived danger. “Logan….what is it?” she soft whispered into his ear, her hot breath tickling his neck hair. “Who is it?”

“The Cajun” he pointed one clawed hand towards the balcony, before jerking it back, towards the door. “One Eye” “He’s further away but he’s coming here.”

“Oh” Ororo seemed relieved and angry at the same time. She did not like the way her teammates….her friends were disturbing their privacy and acting towards Logan.

“I’ll take care of it,” she said, laying a hand over his forearm, she slowly pushed his hand down to his side. “Please put the claws away,” she urged, knowing well that he would not. Until he made sure that, they were not in any danger, his claws would remain unsheathed. The deep growl she felt through his chest confirmed her thoughts.

“Very well” she agreed, “Then let me talk” “OK?” she asked, running a calming hand over his hairy chest.
Logan merely nodded his head, his eyes never leaving the open balcony door. He could sense intense anger from the Cajun, while One Eye just seemed frustrated – like the bug up his ass was scratching him from inside.

“Remy…come out” Ororo called out loudly. “We know you are there.”
Sure enough, there was a slight rustling of cloth and the auburn haired mutant dropped from the roof, immediately crouching in an attack position, his eyes flashing in anger from the sight before him, three glowing cards between his fingers. *His Stormy* – his best friend and sister, standing *naked* behind Wolverine, her ruffled hair and ripped clothes telling the whole story. The fucker had forced himself on her, shredding her nightgown.

“Remy, what are you doing here?” Ororo asked, trying to move away and grab a bed sheet from the bed. However, Wolverine’s hand stopped any movement. His was on *All Alert* and was not going to let her go, until the danger was over.

Remy narrowed his eyes at Ororo’s actions and the possessiveness of the shorter mutant. No one did that to Ororo, rather she let no one and no one dared either. Everything had been consensual. “Remy came t’ check on th’ Wolverine” he spoke tightly, in his usual tone of referring to himself in the third person. “An’ from what Remy see, he was correct.” “Come ‘ere Stormy.”

‘Stormy’ Logan’s interest piqued. The Cajun called Ororo *Stormy*. However, the question was forgotten at the knock at the door. “One Eye” he growled.

“Logan you need to let me go” Ororo whispered to him. “My clothes” was all she said, drawing his attention to her unclothed state. Immediately Logan grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it around her, hugging her tightly to hide her nakedness, he turned sideways to keep an eye on Gambit, his lips curled to reveal his sharp canines.

There was a louder second knock at the door, the locked knob turning as Scott tried to open it. However, Logan didn’t make a move towards it. His eyes fixed on the *threat* in front of him.

“Remy put the cards away,” Ororo said, wrapping the bed sheet properly and inserting its end in the front. “And open the door”
“Remy….NOW” she instructed sternly.

Gambit lowered his raised hand, the cards losing their fluorescent glow, but still clasped between his fingers. Slowly he made his way towards the door, keeping a respectable distance from the embracing couple.

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Scott’s hand stopped mid-knock as he came face to face with, “Gambit!! What are you doing here?” he frowned, looking around to confirm that he was indeed at the right room.

“This is Wolverine’s room…right?” he asked peering over Gambit’s shoulder.
“Yes Scott” Ororo’s voice came from within the room, as she came towards the door.
“Ororo” his eyes widened behind his visor as he saw her clothing or the lack of it. ‘What happened here?’ was his thought.
Before he could say anything, he was pushed back by Gambit who stormed out of the room.

“Ororo what happened?” Scott asked turning to the couple at the door. “What was Gambit doing here? And you….” he trailed, his hand raised, pointing towards her.
“Remy….he was just being brotherly” Ororo managed as an explanation. “He was trying to protect his sister?” “Not that I needed it” she added in the end.
“Protection” Scott scowled at Wolverine, who had his hand possessively wrapped around her waist.
“It’s nothing Scott” Ororo clarified, their interaction in the Professor’s office still clear in her mind. “Did you have something to say to Lo…Wolverine?”
“Yes” Scott answered, breaking away from Wolverine and looking at Ororo. “The Professor wanted him to come for breakfast.” “However it seems that you two are *preoccupied*” he ended contemptuously.

At Scott’s silence, Wolverine spoke. “Ya done?”
“Yes” the word was barely out of his mouth, when the door was slammed shut, a muffled giggle reaching his ears. ‘Ororo is giggling’, he thought, slapping his hand at his forehead in frustration. Ororo never giggled, but then again she had never acted this way towards any man. ‘Any man except her Logan….Wolverine’ he shook his head, walking away towards the dining room. This was more serious than what he had imagined…..very serious.

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“Why did you do that?” Ororo asked in mock anger. Logan had slammed the door shut and she was still trying to control her giggles at Scott’s shocked expression.
“He was in my way,” growled Logan, turning his attention to her, he nuzzled into her shoulder. “Wastin’ my time,” he growled at her neck, licking her ear lobe.
“Mmmmm…” Ororo moaned arching her body into him. “In you way….wasting your time…how?” she murmured knowing the reason, but wanting to hear it from his lips.
“Ya” “Stopping me from doing this ta ya” he answered, yanking the sheet away and lifting her to his hips. Ororo instinctively crossed her legs around his back, feeling his hard length rub against her, only the sweat pants separating them.

“God ’Ro….” “I missed ya” Logan confessed humping against her hips, clinging to her tighter, afraid that she might disappear if he let her go. “They took everything away, everything….but I still remembered ya” his voice was thick with emotion.
“I missed you too” Ororo moaned, tears of passion appearing in her eyes. She had – in every way. Her body, her heart…..her soul, every part of her being had missed him. His touch, his passion….his love.

“Professor” she suddenly gasped, frustration and disappointment washing over her at the unwanted intrusion.
Logan stopped and drew back, a look of confused anger on his face. “Professor?” he growled sniffing around, but was unable to detect anyone.
“Here” Ororo indicated knocking her head. “He’s a telepath remember”
“Well tell him ta stay outta yer head,” he grunted, continuing his erotic ministrations.
“Uhn…Logan” she moaned, trying to break away. “We’ve got to go now. He’s calling us for breakfast, and he wants introduce you to the rest of the team.”
“Later” he mumbled, raising her to lap at the swell of her breasts.
“Uhmmnnn….” she was losing control and it a small part of her *sober* mind bugged her. “No” she finally broke away. “Now”
“We can do this later” she tried to appease him. “Please”

Logan grunted in defeat, his hands falling to his side, a scowl on his face. She had said ‘please’ and that stopped him immediately. “Ya know I can’t refuse ya anything dontcya.”
“Yes” she smirked mischievously, running a long finger across his bulging pectorals. “And I know when to use it” she joked at his lustful groan. ‘Goddess’ she thought. ‘It’s not even a day since he’s been back and things are just like they had been seven years ago. It’s as if it wasn’t seven years but seven hours or even seven minutes since we last met.’

“Later” she whispered at his mouth, kissing him lightly before pulling back to grab the extra pair of sweatshirt and pants and pulling them on.

“Tease” Logan growled, smacking her lightly on the ass as she walked to the bathroom.

-----

Xavier had just informed Jean that Wolverine and Ororo would be joining them, when an angry looking Scott entered the dining room and flopped down next to her.

A fee minutes ago, Remy had entered the same way taking his place next to Rogue.
**Scott** she lay a hand on his thigh. **What happened?**
Instead of answering her, Scott opened his mind, showing her the scene from Logan’s room.
“Oh” Jean blushed, a blushing smile on her lips.
**Its not funny** scowled Scott. **She needs to act responsibly. Not like a love sick teenager**
Jean merely shook her head at Scott’s choice of words. It was an apt description of the usually regal mutant’s behavior since last night. While Wolverine still unnerved her, she was happy with the emotions he generated in her best friend and surrogate sister.

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The residents of the mansion, faculty as well as students looked up, stunned at the sight before them.

Ororo and Wolverine has just entered the dining hall and were making their way to the ‘Principal’s’ table. That was not odd. What was odd was that Ororo had her arm draped around Wolverine’s shoulder and was leaning on him, while he had his arm around her waist, the possessive stare he was giving everyone, was practically shouting out that she was his.

Both Remy and Scott scowled at the sight, their hands closing into fists. The rest of the faculty watched in amusement as Ororo seemed to open up like never before.

The students were blatantly staring at the couple, shocked speechless. Most of them didn’t believe their eyes, while half of them felt a bit resentful and sad – the male half. Many a male had had Ororo Monroe *Ms. Monroe* starring in their late night dreams. Each of them had imagined being the one who would finally sweep the weather goddess off her feet. Now it seemed that the woman of their dreams had found someone else, a short, stocky, muscle bound and scary beast of a man. They had heard rumors from the few students who had witnessed the mansion ground episode from their windows and knew that whoever this guy was extremely dangerous and had to kept away from.

“Glad you could join us” Xavier spoke to them, gaining a smile from Ororo and a grunt from Wolverine.
Remy whispered in French.
Logan raised his fist at the stunned mutant.
“’ow?” was all he could manage. ‘How did he do that?’
“Brother I would suggest that you don’t do that” Ororo had understood the interaction, being fluent in French herself.
“What dya do now?” Rogue narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend.
“Oh nothing” Ororo flipped her hand. “He just made an indecent remark thinking that Logan wouldn’t understand if he verbalized it in French,” she said sitting down on her chair, Wolverine sitting next to her.

“What did he say?” Jean inquired. “And do you know French?” she asked Wolverine.
Wolverine did not answer but just looked at Ororo, signaling her to answer for him.

On their way to the dining hall, she had informed him that there would be questions for him once they got there. He in turn had told her that he did not want to answer any question and that she would have to answer it for her.
“What do you want me to tell them? And how much?” she had asked.
“Anything ya want darlin’,” he answered, tightening his grip on her. “I trust ya…..its up to ya to decide.”

“Wolverine is Canadian,” she said, answering Jean’s question. “And apart from that he knows more half dozen languages including French.”
“Impressive” Hank McCoy spoke from the end of the table. “And are you able to write them too or are you only conversant in their spoken dialect.”
“Both…I guess” grunted Logan. “Don’t know….don’t remember.”

Any further questions were silenced by a mental command from Xavier. **Please contain your curiosity until after the breakfast.**

-----

After the breakfast, the Logan and Ororo made their way to the x-men’s conference room. By the time they reached there, Ororo had given him the abridged version of Xavier’s introductory speech.

“I don’t need yer sales pitch” Wolverine silenced Xavier even before he could begin. The Professor raised an eyebrow at his choice of words, but Wolverine’s next words brought a smile on his face.
“’Roro trusts ya, so it’s fine with me” Logan said to everyone. “I’ll do the whole *save the world* thing ya do,” he continued, “not because I give a shit about yer ideals, but because she’s here.”
“But I can leave whenever I want and for as long as I want” he added towards the end.
“Agreed” Xavier was slightly bothered that he had been unable to personally talk to Wolverine first, but the fact that he had agreed to join the team was encouraging enough to delay his talk with Ororo until a later time.

“As Ororo must have told you, we are the x-men. I would like you to officially meet the team. My name is Charles Xavier also known as Professor X. I am a telepath.”
“Hmm…ya must be a good one” Wolverine commented, getting a mocking snort from Scott. “He’s the world’s greatest telepath.”
“And what are ya?” Logan shot back. “The world’s greatest great dick” he smirked at Scott’s angry expression. ‘This is gonna be great’ he thought, thinking ways to make Scott’s life a living hell.
Xavier ignored the banter between them and continued. “Please introduce yourselves and your mutations,” he instructed the x-men.

“Scott Summers, codename Cyclops. Team Leader – *Blue* team. Optic blasts” he pointed to his visor.
“Ororo Monroe, codename Storm. Team Leader – *Gold* team. Weather control” Wolverine looked at Ororo. “Storm?” he repeated. “Not….Goddess?” he asked grinning at her, referring to her habit of frequently using ‘goddess’ in her normal speech.
Ororo shook her head, blushing under his lustful gaze.

The rest of the x-men continued with their introductions, gaining grunts and nods from Wolverine. However, he raised an eye when Kurt Wagner introduced himself. Standing up, he walked over to where Kurt stood.
“Yer not real” he grunted to the young mutant.
“Vat do you mean?” Kurt seemed confused and so did the rest of the people in the room.
“This is not how ya are,” he pointed to the smart looking mutant. “Show me yer real self.”
Kurt hesitated for a moment before shutting off his image inducer. Immediately he changed, the fair, dark haired adult dissolving to reveal his true form – blue skin, yellow-eyes and three fingered hands and feet, with his arrow headed tail swishing behind him.
“Yer are a freak aren’t ya” everyone including Ororo gasped at his flippant remark. Kurt looked hurt. He was extremely conscious of his looks, especially from his days in the circus where he was advertised as a freak of nature.

Logan seemed unaffected and continued. “Hmmm…but ya aren’t a bad one….now this…” he raised his hands, extending his long metal claws. “….now this is a REAL freak” he said about himself, lowering his hands as his claws slid back into his forearms. “Ya are more like a…hmmm…an elf.”
Kurt grinned, his pearly white teeth sharply contrasting against his indigo blue skin. Logan took his three-fingered hand into his adamnatium-laced one. “Know who you are and don’t give a shit about what the others think.”
“Thank you mein friend” Kurt answered shaking his hand vigorously. Ororo and Xavier smiled at the interaction, while the rest breathed a sigh of relief.

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All of a sudden, the mansion security alarms went off. Someone was trying to break through the perimeter fence.

Scott immediately patched the feed from the external cameras to the conference table monitors. As they looked on, an unknown mutant demolished the mansion gate and started stalking towards the mansion.
“Who’s that?” Jean wondered aloud as Gambit, Rogue and Cyclops rushed to the elevators.

“He’s mine,” snarled Logan, his hands closing into fists.

*SNIKT*





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