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Logan hadn't expected Scott to go for blood. Although he couldn't see the Cyclops' eyes, Logan could smell the rage and disgust on him. When Logan easily stepped out of the line of fire, Scott rushed towards them, and his attack set on Logan. Logan clenched his fists and tried to remember that Scott was just a kid. Yet those thoughts wouldn't translate to the nerves and reflexes in his body…One hit. That's all it would take to put Scott down. One hit, and the fight would be over.

Ororo pushed herself between them. Scott swatted her away, and she pushed back at him, her own strength surprising her.

"Scott! Stop it! Hey listen to me! Hey!" she demanded, but Scotts face was red, and his pulse pounded so hard in his ears that he could barely her.

Scott clenched his teeth "…Sick freak, you sick-twisted freak. Is that what you do, huh? Force yourself on minors? Huh tough guy?"

Logan flexed his jaw…Sick freak? What he had with Ororo wasn't sick. Yeah, she was young, but still old enough to make her own choices. And the bottom line was…she had chosen to be with him….She could have had any man, but she wanted him…

"What are you talking about? Nobody forced me to do anything!" Ororo shot back.

Lights went on at the mansion, and Ororo's heart pounded in her ears. She had to put a lid on things, and fast. The last thing she needed was the entire mansion spread across the campus lawn with their judgment and disapproving stares.

Scott turned his rage on her "He had to have forced you, because the Ro I know wouldn't let some pervert take advantage of her."

SNIKT! Logan's claws sliced through his knuckles before he had a chance to think twice about it "I'm not gonna be too many more perverts, bub" he warned, his voice low and sinister. Logan took a step forward, and Scott matched his step. Ororo pressed her hand against Logan's chest and turned to him with pleading eyes that said 'Let me handle this'. The look on her face softened him, and he took a step back. His claws crept back into his hands making a sound that could have been compared to a blade cutting through a piece of sweet fleshy fruit…or a knife being pulled out of someone's chest.

Ororo turned to Scott again, "Whatever I did or didn't do with Logan has nothing to do with you Scott."

Scott just looked at her…dumbfounded. Who was this girl standing before him? The Ororo he knew would never have gotten involved with a teacher. That Ororo was smart, sweet, and she belonged to him…Her love, her affection, her virginity it all belonged to him…and not this, this….pedophile.

His disgust with the situation, made him spit the word "Slut."

Ororo slapped him.

So hard that a spark of electricity shot through her hand and jerked his head back. His teeth had cut into his bottom lip. Scott tongued the wound, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

He didn't move. Scott just stood there as the conviction in Ororo's eyes….her obvious feelings for Logan, and willingness to defend him, turned the love he had for her into something he never thought he could feel towards Ororo…hate.

Scott hated the person she had become. He wanted his Ororo back. Somehow he had to make her see that this ordeal with Logan was nothing but a sick game he was playing with her. Who exactly was Logan anyway? Was Logan even his real name? Scott's anger now radiated towards the Professor and everyone else who had accepted this practical stranger with open arms…himself included. Besides the fact that Logan was a great fighter, there really wasn't much else to him as far as Scott was concerned. Logan skills and abilities were unparalleled. Yet, that fact alone didn't give him the right to come into their lives and take whatever he wanted. It didn't give him the right to take Ro.

Ororo was fuming. After all that she and Scott had been through together as friends he had the nerve to treat her like this? Who did Scott think he was, policing her life like she was some common criminal? The Scott she knew and loved would never have said those things to her…in fact he wouldn't have followed her like some jealous boyfriend in the first place.

Her throat trembled with hurt and disappointment, but she couldn't stop herself form saying to Scott "You are pathetic," she took a step towards him as if she were going to strike him again. Logan reached for her arm, but she twisted out of his grip. Then she accented each word with a push to Scott's chest "I. Dont. Love. You." The last time she pushed him he fell to the ground…numbed by her proclamation.

Ororo looked down at him, with tears in her eyes. Why did she have to lose her friend behind all of this? Scott had made his decision, and it was quite clear that she had made hers. "Don't ever speak to me like that again," she warned "You're nothing to me."

Logan pulled her away then, stepping in front of Scott. "That's enough!" he shouted and Ororo's heart lurched at his tone. Logan recognized the look of fear in her eyes. He hadn't meant to frighten her, but this had gone on long enough. He had also recognized the broken look on Scott's face and knew that he couldn't take much more…He was liable to snap if Ororo had continued…if he hadn't already.

Logan touched her face to soften her reaction to his tone. Ororo was the last person in the world he wanted to be afraid of him. When he was with her he was more attuned with his human side. Perhaps it was because Ororo didn't look at him like he was an animal.

Scott looked on in disbelief as Logan leaned into Ororo and whispered into her ear. She nodded in silent agreement, and then he kissed her on the forehead. He couldn't let this perversion go on. Scott stood to his feet, his face drained of all emotion. He closed his eyes, peeled off his ruby quartz glasses, and let them fall to the ground. He moved his foot to crush them. Ororo's words swirled around in his head. She didn't love him? Since when? Ororo had always been there for him…always. He could talk to her about any and everything, and she didn't judge him. No matter what he could always come back to her, and she'd be waiting. She was his rock. And now? Now he was nothing?

Tears rolled down Scott's cheeks as the turbulent beams from his eyes exploded at Ororo and Logan.

The concussive force of Scotts rage pierced Logan like a bullet. The beam hit his arm with such force that it knocked him off his feet. The blunt strength of Logan's heavy frame collided with Ororo sending her sprawling to the ground so hard that it immediately rendered her unconscious.

For a moment Logan just laid on the ground, the pain in his upper bicep piercing him to the core…Was is arm broken? More than likely it wasn't but it felt as if the impact of the beam had shattered all the bones inside. Scott's attack was different this time. The beams that poured from his eyes were lethal and menacing. It was full of hurt and humiliation…all the things he felt for losing the love of his life. Scott didn't care who he hurt and that made him very dangerous.

Logan got to his knees, he shook his arm and felt something pop…it wasn't broken, but it had been bumped out of the socket….that was a first. He had to get to Ororo. She lay in a heap on the ground a few feet away…and she wasn't moving.

Logan summoned every reserve of his strength and got to his feet, his arm healing and his patience with Scott at its maximum capacity.

Scott was doubled over, with his fists wringing at his eyes as if the intensity of his attack had even injured him. He panted and groaned through clenched teeth in pain…but it didn't matter. As far as Logan was concerned Scott wasn't hurt enough for what he had done to Ororo.

Logan bared hit teeth and crouched low in anticipation of his attack on the Cyclops. There was no more reasoning, no more logic…all there was, was blood and the need to spill it.

His arms spread; Logan launched himself towards Scott tackling him to the ground. Logan pinned Scott underneath him, pulled his fist back and smashed it into Scott's jaw.
Scott felt the morbid pop of his jaw as it snapped out of place. The pain was overwhelming, but he couldn't open his mouth to scream.

Instead he once again turned his beam on Logan, the blast beating Logan in the face. Logan mashed Scott's face into the ground. Logan rolled his neck to snapped it back into place after being assaulted by the energy from Scott's eyes. Any other man's head would have been taken off.

The electromagnetic energy in Scott's eyes began to grow hot…so hot that it scorched the ground around them. Soon one of the beams caught one of the hedges and set fire to it.

The blaze quickly consumed the hedges and enclosed them surrounding them in a prison of fire. The flames devoured the oxygen around them filling the space with hot air, and making it hard to breath.

Scott continued to struggle beneath Logan, the beams from his eyes now burning any part of Logan they came into contact with.

SNIKT! Finally Logan popped his claws free. The blood lust in his eyes told him to end the boy's pain, and chaotic rage. He'd have to take Scott's life…and he wanted to. He deserved it didn't he? For what he had done to Ororo? For all Logan knew she was dead and it was all Scott's fault. Logan lifted his claws, ready to administer the final blow.

THWACK! CRACK! POW!

The sky opened up and a tremendous lightning bolt came crashing down on both of them. The shock shot through Logan's adamantium shell, paralyzing his entire body.
Scott got caught in the crossfire, as thousands of volts jolted through his injured body, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

As quickly as it had happened the bolt ascended back into the heavens. Logan fell limp to the ground his eyes wide open and his body unresponsive.

Ororo stood, surrounded by fire. Her eyes were pure white, and her entire body ached with an unspeakable pain, that she couldn't pinpoint. It had taken strength that she didn't know she had to finally end the struggle between Scott and Logan. All she could do now was hope that in her desperation to save Scott's life, and to keep Logan from taking it, that she hadn't ironically killed them both in the process.

Ororo wobbled on her feet. The taste of bile played at the back of her mouth. Her vision blurred, she girded enough strength to summon the rain. As the cool droplets fell from the sky dousing the flames, nausea consumed her and she vomited. Then, her legs gave out and she slipped into oblivion.

Scott was in a coma. He had been for two days, and according to Dr. Grey each day he spent under there was a less of a chance that he'd ever wake up.

Ororo was in better shape. She had a concussion, her ribs, and her arm was broken, but at least she wasn't on the brink of death. Ororo stood by Scott, where he lay hooked up to a machine that monitored his heart rate and brain activity, and she cried. She cried because she had almost killed him, and if he never woke up…she might as well have.

What a mess she had made. The entire school was abuzz with gossip, but she didn't care. She wanted everything to go back to the way it was. Maybe if she hadn't pursued Logan…Maybe if she had skipped her internship…Maybe if Logan hadn't taken her to the beach…maybe, maybe, maybe…

It was too late for that now. Ororo gently grabbed Scott's hand as he lay motionless in the bed. His eyes were bandaged and his mouth was wired shut so that it could heal properly.

"Scott," she whispered. "I know you can hear me. I need you to wake up okay?"
Scott didn't respond.

"I know I said some hurtful things…we both did. I'm sorry. I do love you, it's just…different"
Now, a part of her wanted to love Scott the way she loved Logan. Maybe it was better if she did. Could she learn to love Scott? Ororo shook her head. She was sorry about a lot of things, but she wouldn't apologize for loving Logan. She would love him for the rest of her life.

"You have to let him go," Jean said from the door. Ororo whirled around wiping tears from her eyes.

"What?" she replied her voice cracking in spite of herself. The last person she wanted to talk to was Dr. Grey.

Jean stepped towards her "Logan? You have to let him go."

Ororo's nostrils flared and she turned away from her ex-mentor. "I thought I told you I wasn't going to discuss Logan with you anymore."

Jean walked around to the other side of the bed, forcing Ororo to look at her "Well, I don't care," she snapped.

Ororo's mouth tightened. She didn't want to hear this, and she didn't appreciate Jeans tone, but for some reason she couldn't turn and walk away.

"Ororo, you can't be so blinded by 'love' that you don't see what is going on here." Jean continued.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

Jean extended her hand towards Scott "Scott is in a coma for one. You have to admit that this is serious. This is about more than the 'star crossed lovers' romance you've set up in your head"

"Stay out of my head" Ororo warned.

"I don't have to be in your head to know that you are having second thoughts."

Ororo fell silent.

"For god's sake Ororo, how did you think this was going to end? Did you think Logan would whisk you away on the back of his motorcycle and you two would travel the world? Live happily ever after? Logan is not that kind of person, and this isn't a fairy tale…"

Ororo still had no reply, and didn't meet her eyes.

Jean sighed crossing her arms over her chest, "You're young. You don't understand. But, Logan get's it."

Ororo looked up at her then. What was that supposed to mean? Before Jean could explain Ororo was on her way out the door to look for Logan, hoping that he wasn't gone.
The doors swished open, and she found Betsy and Sean standing outside the door. She tried to side step them.

Betsy blocked her way, "She's right Ro."

Ororo looked at her friend with disgust. Why was she alone in all this? Wasn't there anyone who would be on her side? Ororo tried to step around her again, but again Betsy blocked her way.

"Move!" Ororo demanded shoving Betsy out of the way.
Betsy's eyes flashed with lavender light as she reached out and touched Ororo in the center of her forehead before she could move past her.

Ororo fainted instantly, and fell into Sean's arms. Sean lifted her against his chest and looked to Betsy.

"She's gonna be pissed when she wakes up, yeah?"

Betsy sighed "Trust me; I just did her a favor."

"I have to rescind your suspension, and dismiss you completely" The Professor said plainly. Logan focused on a paper weight on the Professors desk, but didn't say a word. "Your emotional instability is a danger not only to yourself, but also to the students. And you of all people would agree that stability is something that these children are in desperate need of. I cannot have you around to upset that."

Logan swallowed the bite of the Professor's brutal honesty and replied "I understand," then he shuffled his feet meeting the Professor's gaze for a moment "Ororo, she–"

"Is none of your concern" the Professor said shortly. "While she is a member of this school she is under my protection. I forbid that you have any contact with her from this moment forward. Do you understand that?" The Professor didn't like that he had to treat Logan like a miscreant. He had hoped that they could sweep this under the rug. But, with Scott in a coma…he couldn't just let this slide. He had a school to protect, and if that meant cutting all ties with a friend and colleague then…so be it.

Logan understood the Professors position, but he didn't like the idea of separating himself from Ororo. He wanted to tell the Professor to go to hell. But that wouldn't change the fact that he had lost control. He had almost killed Scott, and if it hadn't been for Ororo, he would have. He would have killed Scott and lost himself forever.

"I understand" Logan said, his voice barely audible.

The Professor's shoulders dropped "Good. Now I'll have to ask you to leave Logan. Leave and for your own good, do not return."





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