Disclaimer: Marvel owns the X-Men and Avengers. I own a laptop and a battered old satchel. That's it.

A/N: Set after X2, Jean's alive. Please, please, R&R.

Ororo walked down the corridor of the X-Mansion. A door swung open behind her.

"Hey Ro."

Ororo recognised the voice instantly. Mentally she cursed herself for falling in love with him. Life would be so much simpler if she didn't care that Logan spent all his time flirting with Jean or if his wolfish grin didn't make her go weak at the knees. She walked on but he caught up to her, spinning her around.

"Ya ignorin' me, darlin'?" he asked.

"No. I just have to go downstairs."

Logan smiled. "What's so important?"

Ororo fibbed, "I think Jubilee's cooking."

He laughed and Ororo felt her heart skip slightly. Logan raised an eyebrow and she knew he had felt it. Ororo wondered if he'd move away. She was uncomfortable with how close the Canadian mutant was.

"Where's Jean?"

Logan shrugged. "Don't know, don't care. I'd rather be with ya."

Ororo couldn't resist a dig. "Really? I thought you were in love with her."

It was her form of defence, pushing him away. His eyes flashed and she hesitated, worried she'd gone too far.

"No, I'm not. Sure, I lusted after her and it pissed Scooter off. But now… I prefer ya. That ain't a crime is it?"

"Yes." snapped Ororo.

Logan moved even closer to her, pinning her against the wall. Her heart was beating rapidly and Ororo silently wished it would slow down. Logan smirked as he raised his hand and stroked her face. Ororo's heart beat even faster and her skin tingled where Logan's rough hand brushed it.

"I have that effect on ya?" teased Logan.

Ororo retorted, "No."

Logan smiled as he put an arm on either side of her.

"I don't believe ya. Ro… why do ya keep pushin' me away?"

His dark eyes were hurt as he asked the question. Ororo tried to think of an explanation but couldn't think of one.

"I do not want to be hurt. Why can't you leave me alone?"

Logan was about to reply when there were footsteps and he darted away from her. Two students came down the corridor. Ororo glared at Logan until they passed. She turned to follow them but Logan caught her arm again.

"Ro…"

Ororo tried to leave but he was stronger than her. Logan bent his head and kissed her. Goddess he's a good kisser. Then he broke away, much too soon in Ororo's opinion. Then he opened a door and pulled her inside. It was a broom cupboard. Ororo leaned against a wall, breathless.

"Tell me what to do." murmured Logan.

Ororo was super-aware of how close he was to her. Logan had moved close enough for her to count the lashes on his eyes.

"To do what?" asked Ororo.

Logan smiled slightly. "To get ya to believe me. I love ya Ro. I've told ya before."

Ororo snapped, "You do not love me. I am a rebound after Jean."

He flinched a little. "That's not true, darlin'."

He kissed her again and Ororo could feel his hand on her ass. They broke apart. Ororo hated him right then, hated the slight smirk on his face, hated everything about him.

"I'm sorry Ro."

"Go away Logan. You are just a womaniser and a drinker."

Hurt flashed across his face but he disguised it quickly. He left the cupboard and Ororo sighed. It wasn't fair. If Logan hadn't chased Jean so much she would have enjoyed flirting with him but he had and she suspected Jean had told him to back off. Ororo mentally gathered herself and slipped out. She hurried downstairs, past Hank who'd dropped in for a visit.

"Hi Hank. What are you doing here?"

Hank smiled. "I'm here for a holiday. Just two weeks then I'm back working again. We're all in the kitchen by the way."

She nodded and watched him walk in that direction. She'd go slightly slower, to delay seeing Logan again. Somebody pounded on the door. Ororo frowned and hurried towards it. It was pouring out there and it was unfair to make somebody stay outside. She swung the door open.

"Hello?"

The man at the door was drenched with short dark brown hair and yellow eyes. Ororo saw that he had a couple of bags with him and also spotted the chain hanging round his neck, similar to the dog tags Logan wore. He was also decorated with scars, wearing a leather jacket and torn jeans. For some reason he had a bow and arrow with him.

"Is this a safe place for mutants?"