She doesn't look at him at dinner time. Neither one of them do but t is not the redhead that worries Logan, It is the dark skinned woman sitting right across from him that puts an unfamiliar ache in his chest and if Wolverine didn't know any better he'd say that such a feeling was guilt. Although it had been many, many years since he had ever felt it. In the corner of his eye Logan catches a glimpse of Jean sitting unusually close to Scott her arm nearly tied onto his. Like a mother she scoops food from her own plate offering it to the man beside her who is all but beside himself over her sudden closeness.

The moment Jean catches Logan's eye on her she leans forward placing a kiss on Cyclops cheek as the man smiles at the sudden surprise. "Poor kid" Logan mumbles beneath his breath. "Indeed" a second voice agrees. Looking back Wolverine stares across at Ororo whose eyes remain focused on her plate. Although he knows she has every right to be he cannot help the sudden bubble of anger that arises at her words. "You got something to say to me goddess".

At last looking up at Wolverine the woman arches a single white eyebrow. "I don't know Logan" she responds. "Should I"? For a moment all Wolverine does is stare. He knows he is angry but at the moment cannot figure out why and the unsatisfied ache between his legs does little to help. Taking his silence as submission Storm rises from the table gathering her plate and utensils. "Thank you for the meal it was delicious" she calls out to Rogue. " Ah it weren't nothing hon. Just some ol gumbo Remy helped me whip up" the young southern bell chimed. Nodding Ororo turned leaving Logan "alone" at the oversized table.

"Oh Scott your such a sweetheart" Jean shouted. Reluctantly Wolverine moved his eyes away from the exiting goddess and into the direction of the sudden commotion at the end of the table. Standing up now Jean held what looked to be a diamond studded necklace against her chest. "That's beautiful" Rogue squealed jabbing an elbow into the Cajun man beside her. "Cher musta cost youza pretty penny" Remy responded. Beneath his glass Logan could just make out a hint of blush. Ol one eye truly was a sucker for romance. Taking his own plate in his hand Wolverine nodded a halfhearted congratulation as he left the room.

This time of night the main hallway was a ghost town with most of the children either eating or fighting over the six televisions upstairs. In the dark Wolverine felt a sudden ease and was relieved to find himself alone. He nearly made it to the bottom of the stairs before he smelled her. A combination of Rain, Sandal wood, and vanilla. "I know what you're gonna say" Wolverine said into the darkness. Moments later the woman came into view the moonlight from the sun roof giving the white hair that framed her face and neck a near angelic glow. "As we discussed Logan" she said as she passed by. "I have nothing to say".

As the woman passed him Logan felt his hand shoot out taking a hold of flesh and was briefly put in awe at the silken softness he felt. Pausing he studied the smooth texture of the woman's skin before looking up to meet clear blue eyes. "How long are you gonna be look at me like that" he asked. " like what" Storm replied deciding on oblivion.

"How long are you gonna look at me like I just killed someone". "Because you nearly did" Storm felt herself shout as her hand slipped from Logan's. She hadn't meant to raise her voice but the events of the day had left her more than unaccommodating. Taking a step forward she closed her eyes failing at the attempt to calm herself as the sound of distant thunder boomed outside.

"Maybe Scott's heart doesn't mean anything to you Logan" she began. "But it means the world to me and I will not let your wandering eyes destroy his only happiness". She stopped herself as she felt the warm trickle of a salty tear roll down the side of her cheek and for a moment briefly wondered if it was really Scott she was upset about. Turning the woman flew towards the stairs pausing just before the first step. "Wha…why…You can be so selfish" she whispered.

Swallowing hard Logan folded his arms deciding to replace his uncertain feeling with yet another burst of anger. "I'm selfish" he yelled after the woman as she ascended the stairs. "Look who's being the prissy bitch"! Storm did not turn around and Wolverine regretted his words as soon as he had said them. Letting out a loud roar the man slammed his fist into the wall beside him before taking off in the direction of the front door. Some strong liquor and a good screw would clear his head.

Authors note: After a lot of messages about this story I finally decided to continue it. If you haven't read the first part just go to the list of stories on my profile and read the one shot "All that glitters" which is now the first chapter of this story I hope you enjoy