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Wolverine smiled as Ororo pulled him away from the group. He brushed his calloused finger through her short hair that she had once kept in a long wild mohawk. He had been the one to help her cut it, after they lost the mansion, while they still thought the professor dead.
That had been the first time they'd kissed in a fit off passion and fear. He'd come to see this Ororo as his own, this beautiful, strong, determined woman, who's hair reflected her hard earned inner strength. She had always seemed so far above him before.
She had always seemed so selfless, and rightious, and she was, but that was the first time he'd seen the real her. The soft, delicate, hard headed woman he loved so much. She leaned into his touch turning to face him.
"I do not want you to go." She whispered, never in all the years he'd been with her had he ever heard her sound so desperate, not even when she nearly died. He took her hands between his own kissing each palm softly.
"Ya know I'm the only one who can darlin." He replied, she shook her head tears threatening to spill over from her perfect sky blue eyes.
"No, Logan, we can stay, we could..." She grasped for some other way, but they both knew there wasn't one. "Ya know I love ya darlin, but I gotta do this, ain't gonna be another chance." He pleaded not wanting to go into this without her support. She sniffed looking down at their hands held together between them, as she struggled to say something else.
"What... you are going back to change everything, what if in this other reality we are not together? I can not lose this Logan, I have never loved any one more!" She pleaded, he smiled shaking his head and pulling her closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist leaning back just far enough to look her in the eyes.
"There's no way darlin, no matter what happens we'll always be together, and if by some fluke we ain't then I'll just have to get it through your thick head that we belong together." He reassured her kissing her cheeks as the tears that had threatened her finally spilled over at his kind words, that felt so true.
"No, if we are not together Logan, you can not force it. You of all people should know how stubborn I can be. Just be your sweet, charming inferiating self." She whispered, he chuckled knowing how right she was.
"There's nothin to worry about darlin, there's no way we ain't just as in love no matter what I change." He assured her his hand going to the slight buldge in her suit just over her breast where they both kept there wedding bands so they wouldn't lose them.
She finally smiled wiping her eyes and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her lips felt like coming home, she was so sweet, so familiar, and yet so full of suprises. He savored the sweet taste of her as he groaned slipping his tongue over her waiting lips.
She moaned tangling her fingers in his hair pulling him deeper. She was lost in the hot wet spice of his lips, and velvet tongue. She nipped at his bottom lip and he yanked her flush against him lifting her off the floor.
"I wish we had more time." She groaned reluctantly pulling back, he trailed hot open mouthed kisses down her neck letting his head sag into the sweet smelling hollow that he seemed to fit just perfectly in.
"Fuck the planet." He growled grinding into her, the soft trickle of her laughter brought a smile to his lips despite the situation.
"I love you Ororo, always." He whispered releasing her, she smiled up at him leaning in to steal another soft kiss.
"And I you Logan, now go before I change my mind and keep you." She told him smacking his ass as he left, he shot her a wink and went to meet his fate. He woke in a bed expecting to feel Ororo's soft skin, with her arm draped across his chest, but he was alone. It was even more startling then waking up with the forigne arm of a woman he hadn't even remembered until the men had burst in.
He saw Ororo, but his attempt to follow her was cut short when he saw Jeane, and then Scott. He spoke to the proffesor next, glad that someone besides himself knew about this mess.
"We have so much to catch up on, my old friend." Charles said with a smile, he wished he felt like smiling, his left hand went to his neck where he had always kept his ring, but there was nothing, his finger was bare too.
"Ya." He mumbled his chest suddenly feeling tight, what if she'd been right? He took a deep breath shaking his head slightly, there was no way.
"Fortunately you are curently teaching about the civil war which was well before the seventies. I'll have Hank send you the files he's been keeping in preperation for this day. Come let's get you to class." He said happily, Wolverine followed him, but he was nervous to teach, he'd never done it before after all.
"Don't worry, I've sat in on a few of your classes if you'd like me to share those memories with you, but I have compleate faith in you. These students love your class, and most of your lessons are stories from actual experiance, followed by the instruction to read some chapter in their books." Charles explained, wolverine nodded letting charles share first his classes then the flood of memories that he had of Logan.
He noticed that none of the memories included he and Storm together in the way he'd hoped. Though she didn't like it when he was too dirty in public so maybe they were just more descreat seeing as how they were both teachers here.
"Um, I ain't... I ain't married or datin anyone am I?" He asked hopeful that he would tell him that he and Ororo were at least dating.
"No Logan, you don't have to worry about anything of the sort." Charles reassured him, but he could feel the words sucking the air from his lungs. How could they not even be together, how could the love of his life, the one woman who'd never left him even though they were at the end of the world not even be his girlfriend?
"Logan, are you all right?" Charles asked, Wolverine shook his head looking over at the thick wooden door to his class room.
"No I ain't Chuck I was married, happy, she was... she was gonna have my... it don't matter. I'll make it right. Is ah... is Storm with anyone?" He asked, Xavier frowned reaching out to him with a look of pitty.
"No Logan she is not, were the two of you..?" He let his question trail off not wanting to cause him any more pain. He had sacrificed everything to save them all.
"Ya." He muttered his hand going again to the empty spot over his neck.
"I fear you were too distracted by Jeans presance here to form any other conections, though the two of you are friends." He added in hopes of lightening his mood, Wolverine nodded.
"Thanks Chuck, I guess I should go before the kiddo's get roudy, look I think we should call a meeting with just the x-men, tell 'em about me. I ain't very good at liein." He added, Xavier offered him a fatherly smile.
"Of coarse, though I'm sure questions will be abundent." He joked, Wolverine grunted his acknowledgement and went into his class. Classes went suprisingly well, he liked telling the kids his stories, and they seemed to respect him for the most part.
He wasn't so sure the meeting of the x-men would go so well. He was anxious to see Ororo, it would be hard to get used to calling her Storm again. Everyone was waiting for him when he walked in. He swallowed hard his eyes finding Ororo's for a moment, she smiled, and his heart ached, all he wanted to do was touch her.
"Ah good, you're here, there is something I must tell you all, a secret, Hank and I have been keeping for many years. I would like you all to meet Logan." He started, everyone came over a little confused.
"Um sorry Prof, but I'm pretty sure we all know Wolvie." Kitty cut in, Logan looked at her with a glare when he heard the nick name. She looked a bit shocked, she'd thought he was over it by now.
"Yes kitty I'm well aware you've all met, however Logan is at something of a disadvantage. Hank would you care to explain?" Charles asked, Hank stood up looking at Kitty who was the one who made this whole encounter possible at all.
"In the seventies, the professore and I first met Logan he..." He started, but before he could finish Rouge cut in.
"Wait I thought y'all hadn't met until I came here?" Rouge asked, her being here must mean she had regained her powers somehow, or maybe never lost them.
"Yes for Logan it was the first time, you see in an alternate version of this day our lives were very different. Humans had created sentinals using Raven's DNA, and they were wiping out our kind and humans alike. You shadow cat were able to send Logan's cociousness back to warn us. He essentially saved us all, and changed the future, however now he has returned to the moment from which he left, and he has the memories from his world and not ours. So he may be somewhat ill informed." Hank explained, they all looked stunned.
"Wow back up, did you juat say I sent his brain back in time because last time I checked I couldn't do that?" Kitty asked sounding exasperated, Xavier chuckled.
"We are capable of many thing in times of danger that we would never have known otherwise." Xavier offered, she leaned back thinking about the applications of her shiny new power.
"Wow slow down professor, are you saying this is like some alternate Wolverine, who could actually be nice?" Bobby asked, Wolverine shot him a glance.
"Don't push it bub." He growled, the whole room laughed at his very typical comment.
"Well I for one would like to thank you then for saving us a fate far worse then any troubles we face today." Ororo said with a genunie smile, one that made him ache inside with memories of their time together. He also noticed Bobby with Rouge still, he had been with Kitty at the end, and they were happy. How could it all be so different?
"It wasn't all bad." He mumbled mostly to himself, no one seemed to pay him any mind, as they were all chattering about the possobilities.
"So did we like all die or something, what made it so bad that you had to come back, and why you? No offense Wolvie, but you're not exactly the major tackt guy." Kitty posed seemingly over her earlier discomfort with the very idea.
"A lot of us." He said looking first to Jeane, then Scott, Hank, and finally Rouge, if it hadn't been for Ororo, they might have lost him that day too.
"I was the only one who could survive a trip that far back without my brain gettin tore all to shit." He finished his explination a heavy silence falling over the room, and exspecially those he'd looked at.
"Well I am sure travling through time to save us all is exhausting work, perhaps we should retire to the dining hall." Ororo offered when no one else spoke, Logan gave her a greatful smile which she returned. Something about the way his eyes met hers thrilled her, she didn't know what had changed, but it had her blushing.
She kept sparing glances at him, and each time she would catch him staring at her. She slowed so she could talk to him letting the others enter the dining hall. He looked over at her ceriously.
"Can I help ya darlin?" He asked hopefully, she bit her lip trying to figure out what his expression meant.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay Logan, I'm sure this must be dificult for you." She tried not sure she could ask him what she really wanted to know. What was she to this Logan?
"I'll adjust, why, ya worried about me?" He asked cocking an eyebrow at her, she blushed which only served to flare her anger in defense.
"I was only trying to be polite Logan." She said pointedly, he just smiled at the edge in her tone. God he loved to fight with her.
"I know. No need to get yer panties in a twist darlin." He said with a smirk, she glared daggers at him.
"I can assure you have no effect in that regard Logan." She bit back, he laughed his hand moving to encercle her waist so he could draw her in for a kiss. He froze in the middle of the motion realizing he couldn't touch her like that anymore, and it reanched his heart out. He dropped his arm with a sigh.
"I got no doubt Ororo." He said saddly walking into the dining hall, something about the way her name fell from his lips, like the familiar sacriment of a morning prayer. Reverent, but as though he'd said it a million times, even though he had never used her name before.
She followed him in seeing Jeane smile and wave him over to her table. He grabbed a plate and joined her, but he sat next to Peter with a silent greeting. He didn't stare at her in adoration, though he did sometimes glance up at her in disbeliefe. It was almost as if this Logan held no love for Jeane.
She went to her own table with Charles and Hank, they greeted her with a smile. She set her food down and took a chair. She couldn't keep the nagging question out of her mind though, what was different with Logan?
"Charles may I ask you something?" She spoke, he looked up from his own meal seeming particularly jovial.
"Of coarse Ororo, what is it?" He answered her, she bit her lip looking over at Logan who she caught stealing a glance at her.
"Why does he look at me so, what happened in his future that he does not stare at Jeane, but I catch him looking at me?" She asked, Xavier shifted his gaze to Logan who seemed to be grunting his way through an uncomfortable conversation.
"I'm not certain it's my place to tell you that, you should ask him, I'm certain he'd be happy to talk to you." Charles explained, she frowned, what could be so personal that Charles wouldn't even tell her. "He seems so sad when we talk, I am not sure I am the one to speak to him about it." She said more to herself then anyone. Xavier shook his head covering her hand with his own.
"Trust me, you are the only one who can." Xavier offered with a fatherly tone, she sighed resigning her self to not knowing for the time being.