Chapter 2:
Notes/Author's Note: The next chapter will be longer; I promise.
Ororo sat in the cafeteria picking at her plate of food, her eyes downcast. He was watching her again, Ororo thought. He was always watching her. Ororo wasn't the only one who had noticed Logan's sudden interest in her. The student's had picked up on it as well. Ororo had overheard some of the more outlandish rumors, including the one about Logan having a crush on her. Ororo was beyond caring one way or the other. To allow herself to feel anything, good or bad, would mean opening the floodgates and letting everything in. It was better to leave her feelings safely buried, lest they should overwhelm her. These days the only thing she felt was numbness. Still, she sometimes wondered what Logan saw when he looked at her, and what had really made him decide to stay.
That night was like so many other nights. At curfew, Ororo checked to make sure all the students were in bed before going to her own room. She lay there in the dark for an hour or so, unable to sleep, before getting up and heading to her office. Once there, Ororo worked until fatigue blurred her vision and she could no longer read the words on the papers in front of her. She folded her arms on top of her desk and laid her head on them, just to rest her eyes for a moment, and then dozed off in her chair. Tonight was different however. Tonight, something would happen that would force Ororo to confront what she had become.