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Xavier Institute
Westchester, New York

It was late evening at the Institute and most of the household members were deep asleep. The sounds of the night were comforting to Ororo and Logan, who lay in one another’s arms, wide awake, staring at each other. It had become a nightly ritual with them, to lay in stillness, listening to the night creeping all around them, lost in each others eyes.
Seven weeks had past since Xavier had told them all that he believed Ororo was manifesting the sorceress powers inherited from her mother, and despite the dramatic turn of events, they had been the most blissful weeks of Ororo and Logan’s lives.
At first Ororo had been hesitant to relax and enjoy her mandatory two month inactive status, instead training daily with Wolverine and practicing magic with Gambit. She had even convinced Jean to teach her some exercises that would help her build her already formidable psychic defenses. And when she wasn’t training she was with Logan. Sometimes they were found in the woods behind the mansion, strolling hand in hand, or spotted going on one of their long motorcycle rides, but more often than not they were found at the lake, sitting at the water’s edge, Ororo between Logan’s bent knees, his burly arms wrapped around her, chin on her head, just talking.
As soon as the Professor had returned from Genosha Storm and Wolverine had sought him out and told him of their engagement. Charles had seemed genuinely pleased with the match. This had surprised Logan. The entire time he had been pursuing Jean, Xavier had sent clear signals that he had disapproved of that, even before Red and Slim had been married. But now, the man seemed almost proud of him, bestowing them both with warm congratulations.
They had spent most of that first afternoon of Xavier‘s return with Xavier. He had wanted to scan ‘Ro’s mind, but in the end the results were of no real benefit. He had told her that he had sensed a slumbering consciousness within her, like a part of herself was hidden, locked away. Ororo had taken that in stride, it had always been that way, her having a part of herself locked away-- even from the Professor.
Logan had asked about her MRI and if they had determined whether or not the changes had signified anything. Xavier deduced that, more than likely, the new activity in an otherwise dormant region of Ororo’s brain was also related to her sorceress roots. Once again Ororo took the news in stride, surprising them with her easy acceptance.
Though Ororo had tried to persuade him, it became clear during the meeting that the Professor wasn’t going to let her back on active until her two months of recuperation were up. Logan wholeheartedly agreed with the decision. As a result Ororo began spending a lot of time with Jean and Hank, going over the few books that they had on hand that held any relevant information on the Daemonites or the Daughter of the Light.
Xavier gave Ororo the book Illyana had left him. It was in Ilyanna’s book that she found the most information, but even that was limited. The e book held within it some information about the long standing feud between the Daemonites and the N’Garai, but aside form a brief history of the two species and Belasco’s predictions of the ‘Doorway Sorceress’, which they had already heard, the book offered little more.
Logan knew ’Ro was often frustrated by the inadequate resources and confusing findings, and since there wasn’t much else he could do for her, each night he simply held her until her shoulders relaxed and her body molded to his.
The days continued to pass, and each day that passed without incident the more at ease Ororo became. Sure the X-Men were still sent out on missions, fighting several odd deranged psycho mutants hell-bent on world domination or some ignorant anti-mutant activists that were taking their hate a bit too far, but those were situations they were all used to.
Wolverine had been sent to Arizona for two days on a search and rescue, but he had called both nights, breaking protocol, just to tell her goodnight. At the memory Ororo smiled tenderly.
Logan, whose steely gaze had been resting on her lips, noticed her tender smile, and leaned forward brushing his mouth against hers. It was amazing to him how easily she brought out his want to nurture and protect. No to say that there were not also times that she brought out his urge to kill and posses. The night he had returned from Arizona he had found ‘Ro in the downstairs rec room, her head on the Cajun’s lap, fast asleep. When he had walked in the room, following her unique scent, he had wanted to slice first- ask questions later. But he didn’t because he knew ‘Ro, and knew without a doubt that she loved him. He also knew that she was true to her friends and loyal (to a fault) to Gambit. So instead of disconnecting Gumbo’s head from the rest of his body, he had simply strode forward and lifted Ororo into his arms giving Gambit a hard stare.
Ororo had immediately pushed her face into his neck, still sleeping, murmuring, “Logan, my love…” and instantly the beast within him had been soothed, tamed by her velvet voice, still numb with sleep, and her instinctive act of pressing herself closer to him.
She was staring at him now with eyes still dark from their shared passion, hair laying across the pillow in damp tendrils. She was absolutely breathtaking, and Logan still had a hard time believing his good fortune. People like him didn’t get happy endings. People like him didn’t deserve happy endings, he thought, thinking of all the atrocities he’d committed unwilling and otherwise.
Sensing the subtle shift in his mood Ororo’s brow creased. “Is everything all right, Logan?” She ran her fingers through his hair, across his jaw.
Looking at her he nodded, hugging her close. “‘Ro, I’m lying in bed with the woman I love, my future wife, who apparently can’t seem to get enough of having her wicked way with me,” he added as her lips tickled his neck. “So, yeah everything is all right-- everything’s just perfect.” His voice took on a husky growl, his lips capturing hers.

Later
Logan was hungrily kneading Ororo’s hips when a scream split the night air, reverberating off the walls and in their minds.
“Jean!” They said in unison, rolling from the bed.
Together they sprinted down the stairs, Ororo clutching her robe closed, Logan clad in boxers and claws, racing towards Jean and Scott’s bedroom. As they approached, the wood of Jean and Scott’s bedroom door began to warp, buckling outward.
“Get down!” Logan roared, covering Ororo’s head with his arms, pushing her to the ground as the wood splintered, erupting into the hallway in jagged splinters, some with enough force to embed themselves into the wall, several finding their mark in him.
Jean’s form stood in the doorway, flames racing up and down her body, eyes glowing. She pointed her hand towards where Ororo and Logan kneeled, his body still covering hers. When she spoke it was the voice of the Phoenix that came out, “Khewew-ii-en-etj, Netjret!” {Evil is coming for you, Goddess!}
“What’s she saying?” Logan asked, shielding Ororo from the flames Jean was whipping into the hall.
“Trust me, you do not want to know!” Ororo said, trying to maneuver herself out from under Logan.
“’Ro! Stay down!” He growled. Turning his head he shouted, “Jeannie! Calm down!”
“Funny little man, you think to save her! You can not save her!” With that the Phoenix flung out her arm, sending Wolverine flying through the air, smashing through the far wall, leaving a gaping hole to the outside.
“Logan!” Ororo stared in horror at the spot Wolverine had exited the mansion. Where was everyone else? Had they not heard the commotion? Ororo looked around at the closed bedroom doors. Something didn’t feel right. Before she could dwell on it she saw flames licking the carpet under her fingers. Ororo shot to her feet, hands stinging.
“Now, where were we?” Phoenix asked. Blood red flames shot high into the air, the Phoenix’s shriek filling the mansion. Ororo clamped her hands over her ears in pain.
As soon as the shrieking subsided she called forth the winds at her command to push Jean away from her. The Phoenix withstood the hurricane gale, laughing, unmoved.
“You’ll have to do better than that if you want to survive what’s to come!” A blast of raw power struck Ororo dead center in her chest, sending her careening across the carpet and onto the hardwood floor. She slammed her palms into the wooden floorboards, nails raking the finish, pushing herself to her feet.
At once Phoenix sent out another blast of energy. Crossing her arms over her face Ororo instinctively shouted, “Em Sau!” {Protect!} creating a dark shield around her body, deflecting the Phoenix’s attack.
“Better.“ said Phoenix. “But not good enough! Come, Windrider, let’s see if you have what it takes to be a true Sat-ne a’nekh.” {Daughter of Light} With that the Phoenix burst open the ceiling, soaring out into the night sky. Without hesitation Ororo followed.
Once outside Ororo found the Phoenix in the center of the courtyard, holding Wolverine by the scruff of his neck. Landing a few feet away, she approached cautiously, saying, “Let him go!”
Phoenix tilted her head. “You know, Storm, he loved me once.” She leaned into Logan’s face, “Isn’t that right, Wolverine. Tell her you love me.”
“Fuck off.” Wolverine snarled between clenched teeth.
Phoenix smiled, then looking Storm straight in the eye punched her hand inside Wolverine’s chest and ripped his heart out, blood dripping between her fingers. She held it up for Storm to see.
“I believe this belongs to you.”
“LOGAAAAAAAAAN!!!!”





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