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SIX AND A HALF YEARS LATER: PART 2 of 3

There he was. Looking as handsome as she remembered him. The Wolverine himself. Logan took in a sharp breath as her gaze set on him. He hadn't been prepared for the fiery jolt the sparkling pool of her blue eyes seemed to thrust into his soul. She radiated with feminine elegance, and strength. She was most definitely a woman now. Not that she hadn't been before, but there was something different about her. She smelled different, still the same, but…different. He inhaled her rich sweet fragrance that drifted off the night breeze, committing the scent to memory. He was frustrated that he hadn't noticed it before. Just by the look in her eyes he could tell that she had, had some tough experiences over the years. He knew very little about her travels or even what she had been doing with her life since…That was something he had done on purpose. He wasn't into self torture. It would have pained him to no end to see how easily she had moved on without him…how her life had been so much better. He knew that she helped people, human and mutants alike, sacrificing the luxuries she had experienced in the states for the sake of others. She made a difference in the world, in a way that he always knew she would.

She was a little taller, with more curves, in all the places a woman should have them. Her hair was trimmed a little shorter than he remembered, but still fell well past her shoulders in a waterfall of snowy brilliance. The years had been very good to her. Just as Logan had expected, time would do absolutely nothing to diminish Storms beauty. She was stunningly beautiful. Period. Inside and out.

To Ororo, Logan looked completely the same. His healing ability had maintained his youthful looks which made her feel even more out of sorts than she could have imagined. Suddenly, she was 18 years old again. He still had a strong solid frame that exuded power from any position that he stood. Standing there in his dark jeans, jacket and flannel shirt that covered well defined muscle, she could feel his virile authority vibrating against her skin. His dark gray eyes were confident and unyielding piercing her being with their fierceness. The sight of him in the moonlight flooded her mind with memories she had consistently tried to forget. Tried, but almost always failed…. The care he had taken with her on that night…The wild beast that everyone had continuously warned her about had been gentle with her, touching her softly and always asking her if she was alright…Seeing him now made her feel-Ororo shook herself-no, she didn't feel anything. She didn't want to feel anything towards him… What had he called her? Kid?

"Don't call me that?" she finally broke the painful silence between them and was glad that her voice did not betray her by cracking.

"Old habits," Logan explained.

"Should have died a long time ago" Ororo said flatly, and then there was more silence that fell between them. Logan shifted awkwardly. He hadn't really planned this out. He felt like an idiot with her just standing there looking more beautiful than he remembered, and not saying anything at all. He found it difficult to read the look on her face.

"Banshee and tha ice princess got hitched. Sounds like ah interestin' combination" Logan said hoping to break the ice. He had told the Professor he would have to think about his offer, he had planned on just leaving so that he would have time to mull everything over. In the mean time while all the festivities of the night were in full swing Henry had taken him down to the lab to explain the procedure, and give a little more insight into the how his blood was supposed to help. It was all really cut and dry, but the big question was would helping the Professor mean he was ready to come back into her life? After all she would be the only reason he did it.

Honestly he wasn't sure what it would mean if he pursued her as the Professor had put it. Of course things would be different now…but how? What would she expect from him, and what was he ready to give? None of those questions had come to mind when he had seen her dancing with someone…Dancing so close that their relationship was obviously more than platonic. Then the man had kissed her… kissed her full beautiful lips…the sight of them together had provoked him to stay a little longer.

"What are you doing here?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest as if they would shield her heart from him.

"Gotta call from Chuck he's-I might be helpin' him with somthin'-"

That surprised her. Logan wasn't exactly one of the Professor's favorite people. In fact ever since the day she had returned to the mansion, he had never so much as mentioned his name. Logan was saying something else, but it they just sounded like meaningless words that she could have cared less about. Whatever Logan had worked out with the Professor was none of her business. The sight of him, his eyes fixed on her, taking in every curvature of her body made her unable to focus…She felt closed in and out of control, the one thing she hated the most…besides what he had done to her. She suddenly felt the need to escape. Without another word she lowered her head and began to move past him. She was only a few steps away when she heard him say "Who's the suit?"

Ororo stopped and turned back to him "What?"

"The suit. That guy?" he repeated as if he had every right to know what went on in her personal life. What kind of nerve?…Ororo felt the rumblings of a storm brewing in the pit of her stomach, but she refused to let it break through. Thunder groaned in the distance, anyway. "He is none of your business." she said sharply.

Logan supposed he deserved that, but still he had to make sure…"Are yah happy?"

Ororo scoffed "What kind of question is that?"

"Pretty straight forward darlin'"

Ororo turned away from him for a second time. He didn't deserve an answer to his absurd question. Bastard. It was against her better judgment but she stopped short and turned back to him, the arrogant look on his face infuriating her. She had to know "Why do you care?" Logan was at a loss for words then. Ororo's face turned to stone "Figures."

"What do yah want me tah say?"

She was walking away from him now, her mind set on meeting T'Challa, and leaving Logan and his tragic self behind. Ororo retreated back into the house. Once inside she felt a rush of relief. Finally some closure. It was clear that he never really loved her. Yes he had written it down once, but he had never really said the words out loud had he? And when it had come time for him to show her that he loved her…he'd failed miserably. He had kicked her out of his bed and out of his life with no real explanation…Fine. Maybe that's the way things were supposed to be. Keep walking. Don't look back.

Logan grabbed her arm and swung her around so violently that she nearly lost her balance. Her first instinct was to fight, so fight she did. She could have zapped him with a bolt of lightening, but that was sure to cause a fire. Had she been concerned about her technique she may have been able take him down, but as it was she threw punches and slaps at him that were clumsy with and all too familiar heart break. Logan wrestled with her, his strength outmatching hers but she was doing a damn good job of making him work for it. Ororo jammed the heel of her stiletto into his shin, he cursed and nearly collapsed under the intense sharp pain that shot through his lower leg. He recovered quickly growling at her stubbornness and forcing her into one of the nearby study rooms.

He was able to close the door, just as Ororo shoved away from him and stood clear on the opposite side of the room. She brushed her hair, now a disheveled mess, out of her face, and rocked slowly from side to side with her hands clasped behind her neck, unable to stay still. What did he want? The room was marginally smaller then one of the classrooms in the mansion. Only there weren't any desks and a few chairs around circular tables and book cases that lined the walls. The electric lamp style lighting gave off a dim illumination in the room as they reflected off of the dark carpeting and cherry finished walls, like some ancient library.

They stood together in agonizing silence, with only the sound of heavy breathing pulsing between them. Logan had almost forgotten how feisty she could be, and for some reason he felt the a sudden intense desire to tame her. But he didn't want to fight anymore. He just wanted her to stay still long enough so that he could tell her…Tell her what? That he had made a mistake? That all the years that they spent apart could have been spent together if he hadn't been so…

Ororo dropped her hands to her sides, her nerves as jittery as the day she had sent her away like the child he had obviously thought her to be. Damn him. "I've been down this road with you before Logan, and I'm not a fan."

"I never meant tah hurt yah." he admitted "It was best fer yah to move on."

Ororo stopped moving then, and stood in front of him stiff as a board, "Well I did. And the answer to your question is, yes. Yes, I am very happy, without you."

"I wanted yah to make somthin' of yah life. Yah wouldn' be where yah are now if I hadn't-"

"You're no saint Professor, Logan, don't you dare try to take credit for something you had absolutely nothing to do with." That last little bit she spat out like venom, and it seeped into him tightening his jaw and darkening his eyes, "Don't call me that."

Ororo had struck a nerve, and she like the power she felt because of it. She wanted more. She wanted to feel that for once this man had not gotten the best of her, and she had nothing to show for it. "Why? Isn't that what you are to me? I'm a poor defenseless little school girl, and you're my sexually deviant teacher."

"Watch yer mouth," he warned, aggressively taking a step towards her. Ororo was far from afraid of him…He couldn't hurt her anymore than he already had. Her tone turned patronizing as she matched his aggression and moved into him "Or what? You'll put me in detention?" Ororo clasped her hands as if she were praying "Oh please don't punish me Professor. I'm sorry I disobeyed the rules" she stood close to him now…her mouth nearly touching his ear. She could feel the heat of his anger rising off of his flesh like heat waves on the Sahara dessert, but still she didn't back down. "Then again, I've been a baaaaad girl, and bad girls need to be punished." Then she laughed seductively "What do you say Professor, Logan? One for the road? You know I would do just about anything for an 'A'"

His hands drew into fists. Logan wanted to kiss her and the Wolverine inside wanted to slap her. He did neither. Instead he stepped around her walking further into the room a tense vein jutting out of his neck. Who did she think she was talking to him that way? "Don't turn us into that. " he growled.

"Into, what?"

"Somthin' twisted. What we had was more than that an yah know it."

"All I know is that I made a fool of myself," she replied, her tone softening. "I was willing to give up everything for you, and you spit it back in my face." Tears welled into her eyes "So forgive me if I'm not jumping for joy, because you're a little jealous. You think I'm flattered? Spare me."

"Guess there's nothing' left tah say."

Ororo wanted to shake him to death. Even after all this time he still had no explanation, no reason to give her for rejecting her the way that he did, and she supposed he never would. "I guess not," she replied, and then she decided "Let this be the last time we see one another. Just pretend I don't exist." She could hardly see him through the veil of her tears, "And considering the last six years, that part should come easy to you." With that she turned around and placed her hand on the door knob.

"Back then w-we didn't make sense," Logan began, and he sounded as if he were having difficulty putting his words together. Ororo stopped and just stood there, listening; her hand still on the door. Was this the explanation she had been waiting for? Logan shook his head shoving a hand through his thick dark hair as he searched his bumbling mind for the words. Why the hell was this so hard? "You were so clear, about what yah wanted, and I couldn' even -" Logan fell silent. When it seemed as if he had no more to say Ororo twisted the door knob. "Fuck, jus' listen tah me alright? You were the most important thing tah me, and it scared the shit outta me."

Logan took a deep breath as if that small confession had taken just about all of his strength. Ororo turned to him and stared. What did he expect her to do? "Is this the part where I jump into your arms, we make sweet passionate love, and count it all as forgiven?"

"Christ, Storm! Whadayah want from me?" he roared

"I don't want anything from you. I hate you."

Ororo inhaled sharply as Logan grabbed her shoulders and pushed her to the wall trapping her against the door and the heat of his body. He closed in on her, his strong hands griped around the triceps of her arms, but Ororo felt drained and weak. She was done fighting. Logan's face was so close to hers that their mouths nearly touched. His eyes locked into hers, and it pained him that he was responsible for the intense sadness that resided there. He softened his grip even more. "I hate you," she whimpered, feebly pressing the palms of her hands against his chest in a lame attempt to push him away. Logan pulled her closer smoothing his arms behind her, and swallowing her in his embrace. His senses racked with the need to have her as close as possible, Logan looked down at her mouth and went in for the kiss he had been waiting for, for almost seven years. Ororo turned her head away "Stop it," she pleaded as his mouth touched the hollow of her throat instead. She squirmed, trying to escape the erotic pressure of his lips against her thirsty skin. Her body wanted him, but her heart said "No, please" as she craned her face away from him.

"I love you." he rasped against her ear, and she wanted to burst into tears….No, don't cry. Not for him. He doesn't deserve it. Ororo felt herself giving in to his touch, but a part of her, the part of her that was afraid of getting hurt again still wanted to resist him. His hand went up to her face, and he turned her towards him forcing her to look into his eyes, and this time she did not resist. He imprisoned her with the certainty in his voice and the honesty of his dark gray orbs. Again he confessed "I love-" Ororo's mouth shot forward, and she swallowed the rest of his words with a kiss so hard that it hurt. It was a pain that Logan welcomed as the sensual pressure of her lips ignited his passion for her. He dipped his tongue into the warm and wet recesses of her mouth, tasting her sweetness, and enjoying the love she poured into him with weltering aggression.

His knee sunk into the delicious space between her thighs, and she clawed at him pulling him closer, melting her body into his. Their tongues danced, feverish and hungry. Ororo gasped, coming up for air as his hands ripped the seam on the back of her dress, tearing it down to her waist. The dress now hung over her hips like a skirt, exposing her black strapless bra and trembling abdomen. Logan's mouth went to her throat sucking, biting and licking her heated flesh.

Ororo's head went back and she closed her eyes as his touch sent waves of pleasure to the immense wetness that soaked her panties. His hands were hot and heavy on her body kneading the bare skin on her back with his palms, and demanding fingers. His face still buried in the crook of her neck his hands snaked around her rib cage until they palmed the full weight of her breasts. He could feel her hardened nipples through the fabric and he immediately wanted them in his mouth. Logan ripped the bra from her with such force that it left a welt on her delicate skin.

Ororo hardly felt it, all she felt was the hot force of his mouth pulling at her, and the sweet rough texture of his tongue that bathed her erect peaks. She couldn't take much more of this…not when she had waited so long to feel his touch again. She pushed him so hard he stumbled away, but before he had a chance to question her intentions she was in his arms again her mouth moving hotly over his. The rest of her dress tumbled to the floor leaving her in only her black laced panties, and heels. Logan hadn't even had an opportunity to appreciate the view, but he promised himself that he would enjoy it later. Ororo pulled his jacket off and over his broad shoulders, and then ripped the front of his shirt, popping buttons this way and that. His shirt discarded Logan pulled her against his bare chest so that he could feel the supple pleasure of her nakedness. He squeeze the toned roundness of her behind and lifted her against her chest, their lips never separating for a moment. Ororo instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him in a way that told his body the take her to the floor. Logan lowered them to the carpet and laid her down.

He pulled off her panties noting the glistening wetness of the platinum curls that thinly veiled the swollen flesh at the meeting of her thighs. He leaned away from her, only for a moment admiring the pleasant memory that accompanied having her in this position. She looked up at him, her legs open and ready for him. It was heaven. Silently she reached out to him and he didn't need to be asked twice to oblige. He poised his body on top of her pressing the ridiculous hardness in his jeans against her center. Ororo pulled his face in and kissed him gently this time. Ororo turned to switch their position so that she could straddle him, and Logan willingly obeyed her lead. She didn't waist anytime, she wanted to feel him inside of her. Her hands went to work at his belt and he helped her only getting his jeans and boxer briefs down to her knees. She had freed his erection and she looked down at him with blatant anticipation as it jutted out so hard and ready that if curved supremely upward reaching towards his belly button. Logan's eye's rolled with a growl as she enclosed the hot flesh with her hand and gently began to massage. The sight of his chest heaving with pleasure sent a wave of satisfaction through her that increased her already impossible wetness. Still she could not help herself…Ororo closed her mouth on the head of his hardened flesh, and encircled it with her tongue. The action took him by such complete surprise that his eyes flew open and he bit his bottom lip drawing blood. The wound healed almost instantly. Ororo quickly discovered that she loved the feel of him in her mouth, and although she wanted more he sat up abruptly, placed his hands under her arms and lifted her into his lap so that she straddled him now in a sitting position. Ororo moaned holding onto him for dear life as he kissed her sweet throat and entered her inch by delicious inch. Wanting to see her reaction he leaned his head back and watched her face as he did this; her eyes closed and her face was fixed in pleasure. "Logan" she moaned and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his entire life. When he was fully sheathed inside of her Ororo opened her eyes, and saw the man she had been longing for since the day he had sent her away.

None of that seemed to matter now. When she looked into his eyes now, she didn't see the years that had separated them, she saw his love for her, a love so genuine that she never would have doubted it he had expressed it sooner. She melted against him boldly grinding her, already building the delightful weight of her orgasm. When she sunk her teeth into the firm muscle of his shoulder his throat filled with a vicious and pleasure filled growl that rocked him to his core. Still inside, Logan turned her over laying her back against the floor and began moving inside her with long deep thrusts. Their chests pressed hard against each others, Ororo moved her hips to meet his powerful surges. All the years she had spent confused and angered by him seemed irrelevant under the heated vibrations created by the friction of their skin. He kissed her again, never ever getting enough of her taste.

With her tight wet muscles contracting against his hardness, Logan's movements became more intense with each thrust. He was getting close, and it was sooner than he would have liked, but the power that this woman have over him excited every sense in his body. She was magnetic and utterly unstoppable. Ororo broke their kiss moaning as her orgasm drew so close and so intense that she felt it would have exploded through her skin. Logan pressed his head into the crook of her neck, she felt so good in his arms…better than he had remembered. Ororo quivered against him and then arched into him with a final cry of rapture as an orgasm released into her pelvis harder than she had ever experienced before. The pleasure was so great that she almost felt as if she couldn't take it. Her body pulled away from him, but Logan held her in place and made her ride the delicious euphoric wave. Her passion sent him over the edge, his climax ripping across his abdomen and bursting through the his blood hardened member. He grunted fiercely as he came inside her with forceful spurts, sending her into yet another orgasmic spasm that vacuumed the air right out of her lungs.

Their bodies exhausted with pleasure and the release of years of pent up emotion, Logan rested on top of her still holding on as if at any moment she would disappear. Ororo didn't even realize she was crying until Logan 's hand touched her face and wiped a tear from her cheek. Logan rolled onto his back pulling her with him and laid there for what could have been forever. Ororo laid her head on his chest and listened to the steadying of his heartbeat. "I want you," he said. Ororo looked up at him sadly. She didn't know what came next. Where was all this passion supposed to lead them? She searched his eyes wanting to trust that what he had said were true. "For how long?" she asked. Logan brought his lips down to hers briefly but with such fervor she found herself wanting him again. "As long as you'll have me," he said against her lips, and then he embraced her pulling her into his arms and hugging her to his chest. Ororo hugged him back feeling so much joy she hardly felt that it was real. "I love you," he said again and this time it sounded like a promise.

Slowly, they separated. Hearing those words from Logan had held more weight than when it had come from the other men that had come into her life…even T'Challa, she thought painfully. Ororo retrieved her torn dress, and put it back on as best she could. The bodice was in terrible shape, but at least she could still wear the lower half of the dress. She took Logan's shirt without asking, and wrapped her naked upper body as reality had began to set in…T'Challa. In that moment, she hated herself for giving in to Logan's whirlwind passion.

T'Challa was a good man. A man that had given himself to her without reservation or six years of soul searching. He loved her. He wanted to marry her, and he was waiting for her. Ororo had lost all sense of time. How long had she been in that room with Logan? How long had she been trapped by the spell of their intimate reunion? Logan felt her retreating into herself, and the fear that gripped him was unsettling…The Wolverine didn't like this feeling. Just when he had finally given in, finally admitted that he wanted her, she was running away? He didn't want to let her go…he couldn't.

He grabbed her arm just as she began to leave the room "Don't" he growled his voice hoarse and unrecognizable. Ororo snatched away from him, and still she left. She didn't say a word, there was nothing that she could say. She needed to think. Giving Logan her body hadn't required much thought, but now that that was over, she had to deal with the mess that she had created. Logan wanted to chase her down, and force her to stay…"You aint getting away that easy, darlin"

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Ororo slunk into the hotel suite that she shared with T'Challa feeling dirty. She hadn't gone looking for him when she had left Logan. How could she? Of course there was no way she could hide what she had allowed to happen with Logan. If her torn dress and Logan's shirt were not evidence enough, then the scent of Logan's primal musk radiating from her body would most assuredly have given her away to T'Challa's sensitive senses. Like Logan, T'Challa possessed an advanced healing ability, and heightened super human senses. Ororo chose not to dwell on the irony of it all. How was it that the one man she had finally begun to let into her heart had such vivid similarities with the one that had broken it in the first place?

Once she had reached the outside of the mansion she had taken flight, with the hope that the cool night air would ease her jerky nerves. It hadn't. Her plan was to return to the hotel clean herself up and call T'Challa to tell him that she had already left….Anything beyond that she wasn't sure of.

Now, anxiety gripped her just as she closed the door behind her and the light click on. T'Challa stood next to the light switch across the room still in the suit he had warn to the wedding. His night vision would have allowed him to see her clearly in the darkness, and he had a natural talent for being invisible in the night, but he had turned the light on for her benefit….so that she would know that he was there. She stood in front of him feeling ashamed, miserable and with no explanation to offer him. She met the intensity of his dark eyes and without saying a word they told her that he knew.

"Go in the bathroom and clean yourself up," he ordered obviously leavening no room for questioning…not that she would have. In fact he was doing her a favor. He could have just attacked her with viscous words and accusations as she stood there in her shame. But he was a gentlemen through and through. He would at least allow her to clean up and change.

Ororo didn't believe in prolonging the inevitable. She washed herself quickly, but thoroughly, and returned to the room wearing one of the hotels courtesy robes. He was standing at the end of the king sized bed with his hands cupped behind his back. The exact same spot he was in when she had initially gone into the bathroom. This night was a complete disaster. How was it that she could have felt so much joy and so much pain over the course of a few hours. She turned her back to him and sat on the side of the bed, unsure of what to say or where to start.

"I waited for you for hours," he began his voice surprisingly calm. Hours? Ororo looked at the clock beside the bed. It was nearly three in the morning? It had been close to eleven when she'd first began saying her goodbyes…where in God's name did the time go?

"Of course, I asked around and went looking for you." He fell silent, allowing her to fill in the blanks. His abilities would have made it easy for him to find her…But what was it that they had allowed him to hear, and smell once he did? There was nothing she could say to make this situation any better. He would have questions, and he deserved answers. Ororo wasn't sure if she knew what all of this meant herself. There was no doubt she loved Logan, she always had. But she also loved T'Challa. Did she really want to risk everything for Logan a second time? Especially when she had a man that had never given her any reason to doubt his feelings for her.

"Look at me," he demanded and she turned to him like an obedient child. "Do you love him?"

"I love you," she replied with such confidence that he would have believed her if her flesh didn't still wreak of another mans sex.

"Don't play games." T'Challa said, his voice still so calm that it was unnerving.

"I'm not."

"Then answer my question. Do you love him?"

Ororo swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't want to hurt T'Challa, but there was no sense in lying; He would know one way or the other. "Yes" she whispered, and if felt good to say it out loud, but it hurt to see what her admission had done to T'Challa. He stood there, his face pensive and devoid of emotion. He should have known all along. Now it was clear, why at times it seemed she was emotionally detached from their relationship. It was as if she were waiting for something better to come along…or someone to come around. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black velvet ring box that he held tightly in his fist.

Ororo's heart surged…what was he doing? Was it possible that he could somehow forgive her? Did she want his forgiveness? Of course she did, but what if that were all she wanted from him.

"I bought this for you a week after we first met," he confessed. Ororo didn't even attempt to mask the surprise on her face. They had been together for almost a year…all that time? "But I waited, because I couldn't find the right time. I guess I never will, huh?"

Ororo stood pulling her robe closer, and facing him "I don't know how to answer you."

"One word," he offered "Just say 'yes'"

Ororo's mouth fell open. She was dumb founded. Here she was on the heels of an affair with an ex-lover and this man…this beautiful man, was asking her to marry him. She choked back tears "I don't deserve you."

"I agree, you don't," he said harshly, and his statement bit her to her core "I can forgive you for this. Maybe not right now, but I can. We can pretend it never happened." Ororo had spent the last six years pretending. Did she really want to walk away from Logan? She frowned "Why?"

"I love you," was T'Challa's only response, and suddenly Ororo felt a violent surge of Déjà vu…This was all too familiar. She had said the same thing to Logan just before he had rejected her. This had to be some kind of joke. He sensed her uncertainty. He was giving her a gift, why wouldn't she accept it? Finally, his anger flared.

"Its over between you two." he said as if that were his decision to make.

"T'Challa-"

He tossed the velvet box onto the night stand "Get some rest. Our flight leaves in a few hours. We're going home."

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T'Challa slept on the couch in their suite. Ororo took the bed, but she couldn't sleep at all. Not when she still felt so conflicted about her situation. This was all Logan's fault. None of this would have happened if he had just left well enough alone. Ororo shook her thoughts…of course she could try to blame him for all of this, but the truth of the matter was, she had been overwhelmed by his admission of love and welcomed it. It was nearly six in the morning when her cell phone rang…Who on earth would be calling so early? She didn't even bother looking at the display window to see who it was. "Hello?" she answered.

"Storm, its me," a woman's strained voice said, and she immediately recognized the voice as belonging to Betsy. She relaxed, resting back against her pillows. "Psy, are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay," she admitted, and Ororo groaned inwardly. Betsy was taking this Sean and Emma thing harder than she had thought. "You'll be alright Bets. Just take it one day at a time," she offered and thought perhaps she needed to take her own advice.

"No, it's not that," Betsy choked, and it sounded like she was crying. Ororo sat up in the bed again "What's wrong? What happened?" Betsy tried to steady her voice, but still she cried "The Professor died."





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