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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 6: The New Arrival

Summary: Logan returns to the mansion to greet his new student.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel, so please don't sue
me! I am only doing this for fun!


"Hello, Logan? Right?"
"Yeah. So, I hear you know what you're doin'? Do ya?"
"I do have a very formal background in martial arts."
"Well, whatever ya learned before may not help ya here. Got it!"
"Yes," the young girl swallowed hard in an attempt to moisten her suddenly parched
throat.
She stood before Logan, her new instructor in the deadly arts not looking quite as young
as she truly was. She had just turned twenty-four and she had a long, lean, but muscular form.
Her amethyst cat eyes gleamed brightly under the frame of thick black fringe. There was a
mysterious beauty to her, as if she were always hiding her thoughts behind her porcelain face.
Cascades of wavy violet hair toppled down to the small of her back and framed her face with
layers.
"What's your name again?" Logan grumbled.
"Betsy. Betsy Braddock."
Logan had taken on a pupil for Charles' sake. He was not always patient with people, but
for this young girl he would try.
Their first lesson began in the training room. She was fast, but he was faster. In about a
half hour (she put up a very good fight) he had her pinned to the ground.
"I told ya not to turn away for even a second. You'd be dead."
"That's what you think," in two swift motions she got the very heavy Wolverine off her
sat straddling him with her hands around his throat. "I am not as stupid as you may think," she
smirked at him.
"I never said you were stupid," he gasped. With one motion she was back on the floor and
his face was barely an inch away from hers. "I said you were inexperienced."
Betsy closed her eyes seeing no way to get out of the jam she had gotten herself into.
He let her up and told her they would be doing the same thing tomorrow. Betsy in her
sweaty and sticky state started to head for the showers when, as she got just out of his sight,
stopped and turned around to see Logan start his own exercises. He had removed the shirt he had
been wearing while working with Betsy and started to go through the same routine Ororo had
watched only nights ago. Betsy watched his skin glisten, his muscles ripple and his
surroundings become one with him. She stood transfixed.
Ororo approached her from behind and saw what the girl was watching.
"He knows what he is doing, child," she whispered. "You are in good hands."
"I know," was all Betsy said in return as she headed for the showers.
Forge had taken up residence in the mansion for an entire week now and every encounter
Ororo had with him made her depressed. He was like an analytical, critical evaluation she had to
go through everyday.
"I'm glad to see that you are back, Logan."
He had taken off the night of Forge's arrival and had not returned till that morning. His
appointment with Chuck's new student was the only thing that brought him back to the mansion.
"Yeah, well......." Logan's feelings for Ororo had gone through a dramatic transformation
in a very short period of time. He wasn't completely sure he hadn't always felt like this for her,
but the sound of her voice had become as sweet and necessary as the air he breathed yet that
sweet air tore the breath from his body.
"'Ro, why is he still here?"
"Logan--"
"No. Really? Why didn't ya kick his sorry ass out already?"
"He has nowhere else to go."
"He left you."
"That doesn't mean I have to leave him stranded."
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Ya suddenly wanted ta become the Mahatma."
"Logan--"
He didn't listen to anything else. He just exited the room. Leaving Ororo to her own
thoughts. In all honesty there was nothing keeping Forge here. There was nothing preventing her
from forcing him to pack his things and go. She didn't even really know that this was the only
place he had to stay. But there was something. This small twitch at the back of her mind and in
the pit of her stomach, that kept her from sending him on his way. Something that wanted this
otherwise boring man to take her in his arms like he used to. If not only to prove that she was
entirely cured of him.
Ororo wandered out of the training room praying that she wouldn't run into anyone on the
way back to her room.





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