Note: Thanks everyone for all the reviews, story alerts, etc! And because you're all so awesome I decided to make Saturday my update day, so you get a new chapter already, and this one is extra long! The chapters will all pretty much vary in length, but this one I just couldn't break up into two chapters. So, enjoy! :D

Chapter Two

"Henry?" Ororo found the blue-furred doctor hidden away in the mansion sublevels where his lab was located, busily typing away on his computer.

Pushing back from his desk, Hank turned around and offered the weather Goddess a welcoming smile. "What can I do for you, Ororo?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I haven't been feeling quite myself for the last few weeks and I was wondering if you would be able to run some tests." She got straight to the point, wanting to get it over with and not beat around the bush. Ororo wanted Hank to find out what was wrong with her so she could get back to Logan, worried that he would disappear into the woods again if she was gone too long.

Hank's brows furrowed in concern and he got to his feet. "Of course, Ororo. What symptoms have you been experiencing?" His gaze swept over her as though he were trying to figure out what was wrong by just looking at her.

She sighed softly. "I've just been rather tired lately, with the occasional nausea and vomiting. I think it may be stress, Henry, and I didn't want to alarm anyone. I was hoping you could tell me for sure."

"Yes, you have been under quite a bit of stress these last few months. It would be understandable," Hank agreed, walking with her out of the lab and towards the exam room of the infirmary.

Ororo's thoughts drifted back to Logan as she took a seat on the exam table while Hank gathered his instruments. She contemplated her husband's odd behavior from earlier and hoped to be able to return to him soon.

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Shortly after her exam, Ororo had been sitting on a bed in the med lab, waiting for Hank to come back with her test results when an anxious-looking Kitty phased down from the ceiling above and landed just in front of the door.

"Kitty? What's going on?" she asked calmly with concern, sliding off the bed.

"I'm sorry, Ororo, but Scott sent me to find you and you need to come quick!" the teenage girl rambled quickly on one shaky breath. "Logan's out in front of the mansion and he's, like, totally freaking out!"

Ororo's eyes widened in surprise. She knew Logan had been behaving more strangely than usual this morning, but hadn't truly considered how upset he may be if she was out of his range of senses for very long. Putting thoughts of her test results out of her mind for the moment so she could focus on her husband, Ororo nodded at Kitty and started for the door. "Alright, let's go."

Before they could reach the door, however, there was a puff of dark smoke just inside, accompanied by the smell of sulfur and the frenzy of activity that followed.

"Kurt?!" Kitty shrieked as both Kurt and Logan emerged from the dissipating smoke. The blue-furred mutant quickly performed an acrobatic flip and got himself away from the agitated feral as quickly as possible.

"I'm sorry! I had to!" Kurt exclaimed frantically. "The Professor said Storm vas down here, and I thought he vas going to hurt himself or one of us if he did not get to her. He vas howling and going all berserk."

Disoriented from the teleport, Logan hunched forward on all fours and shook his shaggy head, growling and stumbling sideways a little. "Rrrr…"

"Logan!" Ororo called out to him, trying to get his attention. "Logan, it's alright. I'm right here; I'm fine," she said soothingly.

Raising his head, Logan looked up at her through the mane of wild hair that had fallen in front of his face. He started forward unsteadily, and had just locked eyes with her when the automatic infirmary door suddenly slid shut behind him. He jerked at the noise, spinning around and growling when he realized he was trapped.

"GRRRR…" SCHLICKT! Logan's bone claws unsheathed with an unsettling sound and a quick spray of blood from his knuckles.

"Uh-oh." Kitty yelped, frozen in place as Logan turned his attention to her and roared, as though accusing her of trapping him inside.

"Kitty, phase out of here!" Ororo commanded as Logan lunged at the girl.

Snapping out of her terror in the nick of time, Kitty went intangible and phased down a level below them to safety.

"RAAAAAAAARGGGHHH!" Logan slid across the floor, leaping about and knocking machines and instruments over in his panic, only causing himself further distress as he thrashed around the room, trying to escape.

Ororo's heart went out to him. He was acting like a wild animal that had stumbled into a trap and then panicked when the door slammed shut behind it. Logan was going absolutely ballistic, and Ororo didn't think that her presence alone would be enough to soothe him right now. She turned to Kurt, who was attempting to dodge Logan's uncoordinated, destructive thrashing about the room. "Kurt, you need to get him back outside! It's too dangerous to take him through the mansion."

He looked at her with wide yellow eyes as though she had gone mad. "Are you serious?!" Kurt exclaimed, flipping backwards and then teleporting to the bed behind her to avoid Logan again. "I can't get near him!"

"If I can distract him for just a moment that should give you enough time to teleport close and grab him," Ororo assured the teen, quickly formulating a plan of action in her head.

"RAAAAAAARRRR!" Logan roared, pivoting and leaping at the infirmary doors. He crashed through the glass and tumbled to all fours, sheathing his claws before loping down the long corridor.

Ororo and Kurt chased after him, careful of the sharp debris on the floor.

That was the moment that a bewildered Hank rounded the corner, clipboard in hand. "What in the—"

Logan roared again and rushed at the blue-furred beast.

"Oh dear."

Ororo gasped. Okay, so Plan B then. "Kurt, there's no time! Do it now!"

Muttering something under his breath that might have been a prayer, Kurt leapt, teleported, and reappeared just above Logan, landing on the feral's back and 'porting away with him before he made contact with Hank.

Within the span of two worried breaths, Kurt returned in a puff of smoke, latched onto Ororo's arm, and 'ported them away again.

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As soon as they were outside, Ororo's stomach rebelled and she stumbled sideways gracelessly to vomit into the nearby shrubbery.

"Storm! Are you alright?" Scott's voice cried out in concern from somewhere behind her.

"I'm fine." She looked up and waved the teen away, looking around with slightly-unfocused vision. "Where's Logan?"

"Grrrrrr…."

Ororo's head snapped up and she pushed herself to her feet, instructing Scott to slowly move away from her as Logan stalked forward threateningly. "Logan, it's fine. Scott wasn't trying to hurt me. I'm okay," she assured her wild husband. Despite the dark, stormy clouds overhead, she could see bits of glinting glass that were still embedded in his skin, and bright streaks of blood across his bare torso, arms, and face.

Kurt was backing away, along with Scott and Rogue, giving Logan a wide berth. Kurt had even edged a little closer to the other two, prepared to 'port them out of harms way if needed.

"Logan… Logan, it's alright. Look at me. You're okay, you're not trapped. We're back outside now. Everything's alright," Ororo soothed calmly, deliberately standing in a non-threatening posture, letting Logan come to her. The weather started reflecting her emotions even more as the rain suddenly came down, but she ignored it, focused only on her husband.

"Rrrr…" Logan growled, his nostrils flaring, eyes darting from Ororo to the small group of teenagers that were trying to give them space. His chest heaved as he breathed in and out raggedly, crouched down with his fingertips pressed into the now-muddy ground.

"Logan, focus on me, please," Ororo called to him, trying to reign him in and urging him forward. "Come here. It's alright." She waved him toward her with gentle hand motions, feeling her heart swell with hope as he slowly began to move.

Each step forward was slow and tentative, his breathing heavy and his eyes dark and hyper-focused. "Hrrrruh."

Ororo smiled warmly at the noises he made as he edged closer, and she noticed the rain washing away the blood streaked across his skin as his body healed and pushed out the bits of broken glass.

Logan sniffed at her audibly, slowly rising from his crouch and circling her.

From far off to her right, where the kids were standing warily, Scott jerked forward, opening his mouth to say something as his right hand twitched toward his shades. Ororo gave him a subtle shake of her head, wiggling her fingers a little by her side, and the boy went still. Despite the others' concerns and evidence of Logan's previous violent behavior, Ororo was certain that he wouldn't hurt her. He couldn't. Even in this state she knew he couldn't hurt her.

"Logan," Ororo spoke in a calm, even tone, her voice soft. Despite the pouring rain that she could no longer prevent, she was certain that he could hear her clearly. She just wasn't entirely sure he understood what she was saying. It was worth a shot though. "Listen to me, okay?"

His head jerked up as he focused on her face, brows furrowed and dark eyes scrutinizing her every move. Logan froze in front of her, his breaths still coming out in sharp exhales through his nose.

"Logan, have you calmed down?" He snorted and she smiled, tentatively placing both hands on his wide, burly shoulders. His skin was cool from the rain, and Ororo felt him momentarily tense at her touch. Logan didn't move away though, and she briefly closed her eyes in relief. It was the first time she'd been able to touch him since he'd gone completely feral.

"Hrrr?" He cocked his head to one side, leaning in and sniffing at her neck.

Ororo's shoulders hunched slightly as his overgrown sideburns and stubble tickled her neck. As he leaned back, she moved her hands from his shoulders to cup his face. "Logan, go up to the loft balcony, okay? I'll meet you up there in a short while." The furrow between his brows deepened, and she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Go. Please."

As she let him go, Logan took a big step back, then swiveled around and bounded off through the rain on all fours, leaving Ororo and three pretty confused and startled students in his wake.

"What just happened?" Rogue blurted after a beat of silence.

Kurt stepped forward, brushing rain-drenched hair out of his face. "Logan's not really back with us yet, is he?"

Ororo sighed, shaking her head. "No, he's not. It's going to take some time. And patience."

Scott told Kurt and Rogue to go inside and approached Ororo, who still hadn't moved from her spot. "Are you okay, Storm?"

She almost smirked ironically, but fought the urge. The pouring rain and distant thunder were pretty much a testament to the fact that she was most certainly not okay. "I'll be fine, Scott. Thank you."

Not bothering to go back inside the traditional way, Ororo used the winds to raise herself up into the air and flew toward the balcony of her attic loft, hoping she would find Logan already there.

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Landing gracefully on the balcony, Ororo's heart sank as it was immediately apparent that Logan was not there. As she stepped through the open doors into the loft, however, her spirits lifted as she spotted the puddles of water on the wooden floor. He had gone inside. "Logan?" she called, peering around the darkened room. "Logan, are you in here?"

There was a low rumble, a growl more than anything, and then his gravelly, disused voice struggling to form actual words. "Rrrrr….'Rrroro?"

She found him crouched on the floor on the opposite side of their bed, holding his head in his hands and looking to be in such mental turmoil. Ororo padded over to him on soft feet before sitting on the edge of the bed above him and placing a hand on his back. "Logan, it's going to be alright. I'm here."

"Hrrrrhh…" He snorted and shook his head, growling in frustration. "Rraaarrggh."

Ororo frowned in concern as he waged an internal battle inside himself.

Logan was dripping wet, creating a puddle on the floor around him, and Ororo's own clothes were soaked through, though because of her mutant powers she could withstand extreme temperatures better than most. He was trembling slightly; she knew he was cold.

Getting off the bed, Ororo stood directly in front of Logan and held her hand out to him. "Join me for a shower?"

Lifting his head and bringing his hands down to rest on his knees, Logan blinked at her with dark, questioning eyes.

She laughed softly at his expression. "We are married, Logan. I would hope that you could remember that much. We've often shared showers together." Ororo risked a saucy little wink at him and smiled gently.

He made a strange, almost-mournful sound before taking her delicate hand in his massive one and rising to his feet.

Ororo led him into the bathroom but made sure not to close the door. She turned on the water and started to remove her soaked clothes, simultaneously watching as Logan hesitantly began to peel off his tattered, wet jeans. Although she was trying not to stare, Ororo couldn't help but be aware of the physical changes Logan had gone through since he'd turned feral, as it was more obvious now that she was seeing him up close. Other than his generally larger physique, protruding under-bite, longer canines, and more bulging muscles, he definitely had more body hair than normal, and it appeared denser as well, more fur-like.

As he finished kicking off his clinging wet jeans, finally tearing them away with his claws and a grunt of irritation, Ororo touched Logan's arm and urged him to step into the shower. She got in behind him and reached for her loofah and some soap to begin washing him. Although he was a little perturbed at first, Logan soon relaxed and allowed Ororo to wash his back and shoulders before taking the loofah from her hand with a grunt and finishing the rest himself. She didn't mind washing him, but if Logan was going to take the initiative and do it for himself, Ororo figured that was a step in the right direction.

Picking up the shampoo he normally used, Ororo squeezed some out onto her hand and then began working it through Logan's unruly mane, massaging his scalp as she did so and smiling when a rumble of contentedness escaped his throat.

"That's not so bad now, is it?" she crooned softly, pushing Logan backwards into the spray to rinse off as he turned to face her. Ororo picked up her body wash to clean up next, finding a heat rise in her cheeks when Logan openly perused her naked form. While not modest by any means, she still found herself slightly embarrassed by the unabashed way in which Logan was staring at her, his nostrils flaring, eyes dark and sharply focused, pupils dilating.

"You're making me blush," she accused playfully, swatting lightly against his damp chest.

Logan snorted and lifted his gaze to her eyes, a rumbling noise emitting from his chest.

Ororo finished up and they exited the shower, drying off and venturing back into the loft to get dressed. She put on a long, flowing skirt with a white top before tossing some clean boxers and a pair of khaki cargo shorts at Logan. None of his t-shirts seemed to fit on his bulky upper body, so he would have to go shirtless. Luckily, it was summer and the weather was generally warm enough that he wouldn't really need a shirt anyway.

Taking a moment to look Logan up and down, Ororo smiled. He only looked slightly less wild now that he was clean—he hadn't allowed her to give him a shave after all—but at least he definitely smelled better. She heard his stomach rumble loudly and frowned, studying him. "When was the last time you've eaten anything?"

Logan dropped to a crouch and tilted his head at her.

She sighed. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Ororo wondered if he'd even eaten anything at all while roaming the grounds the last few days, but surmised that he had to have been hunting or something. Otherwise he'd be ravenous.

Ororo hadn't eaten a thing all day either, and granted, she'd been nauseous earlier, she was now feeling a bit hungry. "Will you stay here while I go get us something to eat?" she asked him unsurely, hesitant about leaving him again after the fiasco from just a short while ago.

"Hrrrhh." Logan straightened from his crouch and made a face.

She held up her hands in a placating gesture. "I'll be right back, I promise. Please, just stay here."

"Hmmph." Turning around, Logan ambled over to the open balcony doors and settled down on the floor just inside them. It had stopped raining due to the dramatic shift in Ororo's mood, and was now quite sunny, with a gentle breeze blowing in through the open doors.

Ororo smiled and opened the bedroom door. "Thank you. I'll be quick." With one last glance at him, she left the room.

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They ate in relative silence on the floor at the balcony doors where Logan had been sitting when she'd left. Ororo had quickly made some sandwiches in the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chips, and two bottles of water before returning to the bedroom. Logan quickly devoured the foot-long sandwich Ororo offered him, while she had just barely finished half of her much smaller one. "Are you still hungry?" she asked softly, watching him lick the crumbs off his plate. He made a 'harrumph' sound, and she offered the rest of her sandwich. She wasn't going to finish it anyway.

Logan gave her a look of disbelief and furiously shook his head, pushing at her hand with the offered sandwich and grunting. Instead of taking the sandwich, his attention diverted to the bag of chips and he grabbed that instead, shoving a fistful of potato chips in his mouth.

Ororo eyed him strangely, confused. She held out the sandwich again. "Logan, if you're still hungry you can have the rest of mine. It's alright," she assured him.

"Nnnh..nn." He shook his head again and pushed the sandwich back toward her gently, grunting.

She sighed, realizing he wasn't going to take it. Ororo was getting the sense that for some reason he thought she ought to finish it. She put the rest of her sandwich back down on her plate and took a drink of water. "No, Logan, I'm not that hungry."

Appearing upset that she wouldn't eat, Logan frowned with a disgruntled little growl and then abruptly shifted to a crouch. His ears twitched, alert, and his head jerked up sharply as a low, warning growl rumbled from deep within his chest and he scowled at the loft door.

"What is it?" Ororo questioned, puzzled. About half a minute had gone by before she heard a knock on the door, and realized that Logan had sensed the approach long before whoever it was had gotten there.

Logan's growl grew louder and he stalked forward on all fours, as though ready to pounce on whomever was at the door.

Ororo got up from the floor and quickly held out her hand to him, halting his progress. "Don't, Logan. It's alright." He gave her a skeptical look that she promptly ignored as she strode across the room.

"Ororo, it's Hank," came from the other side of the door.

A little worried that his beastly appearance may prompt Logan into an attack, Ororo opened the door a crack and leaned over to obscure the view, despite the fact that she was certain her husband could smell him and that Hank most likely gave off more of an animalistic scent than anyone else.

"I've come with the results of your blood work," he announced with a wide grin that showed his massive fangs.

Ororo's eyebrows went up. With all the confusion and chaos from earlier, she'd completely forgotten about her tests. Considering the fact that Henry was smiling led her to believe that whatever was wrong with her wasn't very bad, she instantly felt some relief. "Oh, I'd completely forgotten, Henry. I'm sorry."

"That's quite alright." He tilted his head slightly when she still didn't open the door more than a crack. "Is something the matter?"

"No, no, Hank. Not at all, it's just—" There was a dangerous growl from somewhere behind her.

Hank's furry brows rose with apparent understanding. "Ah. Is Logan in there?"

She nodded, pursing her lips. "He is. And he's been quite protective of me this last day or so, which is why I am not letting you in. I do not mean to be rude."

A look of revelation came across the beastly-mutant's face. "Oh. That makes a strange sort of sense, actually," he mused aloud to himself.

"Henry?" Ororo eyed him questioningly.

Hank's wide grin returned. "Ororo, I am pleased to tell you that your ailments have nothing to do with an illness. In fact, my dear, you are pregnant."

Her mouth literally dropped open and she clutched the edge of the door harder. "I'm…what?"

"You're going to be a mother, my dear Ororo." Hank said, still beaming at her.

She stared blankly, not fully comprehending the impact of what she'd just been told. "He knew," she whispered, still staring off somewhere passed Hank's shoulder.

"Pardon?"

"Logan," Ororo responded in astonishment. "The fiercely protective behavior, the odd looks after catching my scent, wanting me to finish my food…" she trailed off, mostly speaking aloud to herself.

Hank continued to look at her with a ridiculous grin. "Well that sounds accurate. Considering the fact that Logan's uncanny senses appear to be even more acute in his feral state, he was probably easily able to detect a shift in your hormones that would subtly alter your scent, Ororo."

A faraway smile began to form on Ororo's face as she met Hank's gaze. "How far along am I?"

"About twelve weeks. I'll make arrangements for some pre-natal vitamins to be sent soon in our medical supply shipment."

She nodded, still keeping the door practically closed, though she could no longer hear Logan growling behind her. "Henry, would you please give the others the news for me?"

"Of course, Ororo." Hank lifted a furry eyebrow. "You do not wish to inform them yourself?"

Shaking her head, she smiled. "No, that's quite alright. I'd prefer to spend some time with Logan just now. I want to try and get him to really understand what's going on."

Hank nodded in understanding. "Take care. I shall see you later."

"Thank you, Henry." She closed the door, momentarily leaning her forehead against the wood and smiling. A child. She was going to be a mother and she was carrying Logan's child. The thought made her absolutely giddy, despite the nagging heartache that reminded her that her husband may not quite be in the right state of mind to embrace fatherhood just yet.

"Logan?" Ororo turned, searching the room for him.

He came in from the balcony, hunched over but standing on two feet rather than all fours. Logan padded towards her, head lowered, stopping less than a foot away.

"You knew, didn't you?" She asked softly, not expecting an answer. Ororo sighed softly, taking the half step closer to him. "We're going to be parents, Logan. You and I. We're going to have a baby." She started crying happy tears, wrapping her arms around his thick neck and pulling him against her.

Logan leaned in to the embrace, putting his massive arms around her in return and burying his shaggy face in the crook of her neck, sniffing at her and making soft grunty noises as he held her and allowed her to hold him. "Hrrmmhh."

Ororo tangled her fingers in his thick hair and cried. She was grateful that he didn't pull away, but she knew her crying was making him uncomfortable and confused. In his feral mind state, he probably wasn't aware that the keening noises she was making were from happy tears, rather than being upset.

"No wonder I haven't been feeling well," she murmured absently against Logan's neck. "Morning sickness." Shaking her head with a besotted smile, Ororo stepped out of her husband's embrace as he dropped his arms from around her and lumbered back over to the plate of half-eaten lunch still on the floor.

Logan picked it up and tried offering it to her again.

She just smiled and took it, going over to the bed and sitting down. "I understand now, Logan. I'm eating for two, right?"

Simply crouching down in front of her, Logan kept his gaze fixed on her until she took a bite. He made a satisfied noise and then went to pick up his bottle of water. The twist cap was giving him trouble, so he simply bit the plastic off and guzzled down the entire bottle.

"Thirsty?" she asked softly with mild amusement.

Logan snorted, then leapt up onto the bed beside her, the mattress bouncing slightly as he got settled, leaning against her.

Ororo made an effort to finish her sandwich as Logan sat hunched beside her. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, silently wondering how much he understood about her being pregnant. He got fidgety quickly once she was done eating, and started prowling around the room like a caged animal.

Finally, apparently unable to stand being cooped up any longer, Logan bounded out onto the balcony and leapt up on the banister, turning to look back at her as though seeking permission, or requesting she join him. His eyes were dark and indecisive. "Hnn?"

"You need to be out there, don't you?" Ororo asked in an understanding voice, padding toward him slowly. She joined him out on the balcony and looked out over the grounds. Thanks to her happier mood, the stormy weather had fully cleared, a mixture of sun and clouds in the sky. "I'll go with you, Logan," she assured him in response to an unvoiced question.

Apparently pleased with her response, Logan began to climb down with almost monkey-like agility, grabbing onto the sturdy drainpipe as well as window ledges for hand and footholds.

Summoning up the winds around her, Ororo flew over the balcony railing and gracefully down to the lush grass below. She beat Logan by only a few seconds as he made one final leap to the ground, landing in a crouch and looking up at her curiously.

"Have you forgotten that I can fly?" Ororo asked softly with amusement.

Logan grunted with a slight dip of his chin, then bounded toward the tree line on all fours.

Ororo had to ride the winds in order to keep up, as he was moving at great speed. He'd always been quick, despite his burly appearance and short stature, but in his regressed feral state, Logan was even faster than ever before, strong arm and leg muscles propelling him into the woods like a charging bear. He was moving so quick, in fact, that Ororo nearly lost sight of him several times before he stopped at the edge of a low cave opening. It looked like an old wolves den. "What is this?" she asked after a graceful landing.

Logan grunted and scurried inside. The den wasn't very deep, but wider on the inside than the opening, and she could still seem him if she crouched down by the entrance. Ororo noticed a bed of pine needles and leaves that looked as though it had been slept on, and just outside the cave there had been remnants of fish bones and those of other small animals.

"Logan?" she questioned, her voice soft and gentle as she crouched at the cave entrance. "Is this where you've been sleeping before last night?"

He made a snuffling noise from inside the den and crawled toward the entrance, motioning with one big paw of a hand for her to join him. "Hnnff…hnnff."

Ororo felt her heartbeat speed up, a knot forming in her gut as a sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Just the thought of going into that small cave was really bothering her. "Logan—you know I can't." She pursed her lips as he tilted his head at her in puzzlement and grunted.

"Rrrf?"

"My claustrophobia, Logan. I—I just can't."

Upset that she wouldn't go in, Logan crawled out of the cave and sat back on his haunches, hands pressed into the dirt and making little disgruntled noises. Lifting his chin, he sniffed a few times and moved closer to her before rising to his full height and studying her intently.

"I'm sorry, my love." Ororo brushed her hand along his arm, the thick, fur-like hair feeling soft against her fingertips. She wondered what he thought of the tension and fear that was most likely coming off her in waves, and decided that he was probably confused about her behavior toward him. Ororo knew that her response to Logan and her scent were probably at odds with each other. She was being affectionate and remaining close, while her body gave off signs of apprehension and terror.

Logan circled her slowly, nuzzling and touching her arms and back lightly as he did so, trying to calm her.

Ororo touched him affectionately in return, brushing her hand against his chest, his arm, and face, letting him know that it was not him she was opposed to, it was merely his chosen dwelling. She would rather not spend the night outside, and hoped she'd be able to coax Logan into joining her in their loft again.

Logan dropped back into a crouch and then loped off, stopping at the base of a tree that was still in sight and waiting for Ororo to follow.

Sighing softly, she went after him on foot. "Alright Logan, just not so fast."

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Ororo followed Logan through the woods around mansions extensive property. She was growing tired and hungry, upset that Logan seemed no closer to understanding what was really going on. She'd been hoping that this time spent with him outside would bring him back to his old self a little more, but Ororo was starting to feel like this element was doing the opposite. It seemed to be bringing Logan closer to his animal side rather than his human side, which had been her intention.

Ororo quickly came to the conclusion that she was going to need to try a new tactic with Logan if she wanted her husband back, and resigned herself to the fact that this transformation was going to take time. She needed to gradually re-introduce Logan to his humanity, and it was not going to be an easy task. She was going to need help from the rest of their X-Men family, but first she needed Logan to start trusting them.

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