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DISCLAIMER- I own nothing. If you really want to hear all about it, just read the disclaimer to Part I. It's thrilling.

RATING: it just got nc-17 in here. Somebody crack a window.

Thanks to all the wonderful, beautiful people who reviewed the first part. Be warned, love scenes aho in this part. And, ahead of time, I apologize for how mechanical they are.

ON THE WALL

Part II

The flight had been a long one, at least in Pru's mind. The annoyingly accented and perky stuartess kept coming back to Pru and asking her if she needed anything at all. -I guess she thought I was afraid to fly, why else would she keep trying to pressed alcohol on me?-

The plane was scheduled to land in about fifteen minutes, so Pru decided she might as well read until they touched down. She pulled out her latest Oprah's Book Club book and started reading chapter seven, but her mind just wasn't into it. She had too much on her mind to focus on Les and his wife Jewel.

-despite what my sisters think, work has been very busy for me lately, and that's a good thing. I still haven't told them about that job offer I got from Dallas…but I don't think I'm going to take it, so why should I even bother telling them- A few weeks ago, Pru's editor had informed her that Chic Chick Magazine, who's base was just outside Dallas, had offered Pru a position as head photographer of the magazine. At first, she had been so thrilled she couldn't contain herself, but then the harsh realities had sunken in. The power of three. Whoop de la. If she moved away from her sisters, there powers wouldn't be the same, and evil would gain the upper hand.

Pru had always loved her powers, telekinesis and astral projection, but lately, they had seemed to be more of a hassle and a duty. In the old days, Pru would lock herself in her room and practice floating things in the air, making her clothes billow as if filled by people, and then making the imaginary people dance about to the songs that played on the radio. Pru smiled at the memory. It had all been so new, so exciting, so…virgin. It was like she was a little child who had accidentally stumbled upon her Christmas presents a week early. And when her astral projection powers had developed, it only doubled her fun, and her vanity. Now she hardly had an use for mirrors. If she wasn't sure what outfit to wear, she simply astral projected herself in it, and looked her over head to toe.

-quit being so damn selfish, Pru. Of course you have to stay in Frisco. Without you, there would be no power of three. Like it or not, you know you're the strongest one with the best powers.- The smile that had graced Pru's face a moment ago vanished as feelings of stress and responsibility sank back into her. She was angry at the world, at those damned fates that made her the responsible strong one.

-Why couldn't I be like Phoebe, and have such a weak power that it wouldn't matter if I moved to Dallas?-

She instantly felt guilty about her viscous thought, but a small drab of truth stuck with it. Pru really did feel like Phebes, well, wasn't pulling her weight. Not that it was her fault, it was just that her powers were so, so small.

-Like she had gotten the leftovers of Piper's and my powers.-

A little bell went off as the seat belt light flashed on. Crackling static filled the air as the captain's too loud voice filled the cabin.

"Thank you for flying TWA airlines. We are beginning our descent into La Guardia airport and ask that you please remain seated throughout the landing procedure. Thank you." With another beep and crackle, his voice slowly left the cabin until it was like a distant shadow.

-Time to put away all your bad thoughts for now. Now it's time to try and remember what the hell your bag looked like.-

***

The walk from the med bay to Storm's room was a rather long one, Storm's room being at the far end of the mansion, near the gardens and the greenhouse. The walk there had been accentuated with conversation.

"So, Stormy, are you sure you feeling better? I know it'd be nice to rest in your own room, but Gambit think that maybe Beast should examine you first."

Storm bit her lip, confused. -who's Gambit?- "Well, Remy, you can just tell this Gambit fellow that I feel perfectly fine." She smiled up at the tall man, while Remy looked a bit bewildered.

"Ro, you sure you all right? I am Gambit. Maybe that blow to your head did a little more damage than we thought. I better go get Beast. You can go wait in your room if you want, petite." Remy started walking off, but another thought struck Storm. She didn't know where her room was.

"Wait! Remy, sorry, I was trying to make a little, uhh, joke there, but obviously I failed. Now how's about we continue our nice little stroll down memory lane and to my room." She ran up to him and laced her arm into his, and urged him to start walking. Gambit frowned but then decided Storm probably knew what she was doing.

"All right, chere, whatever you say. You gave us all quite a scare when you fell down today, flat on the poker game. Gambit should be mad at you, he had a royal flush and was about to take Wolverine for thirty dollars."

"Sorry, Gambit. I think Wolverine had four aces, anyway." She looked up at him, her eyes mischievous. "So I guess you could say I did you a favor today. I guess you could say you owe me something."

Gambit let out a little laughed as they neared Storm's bedroom door.

"I guess you right, petite, and Gambit thank you for your act of kindness."

They had stopped at the door, and Gambit did an exaggerated bow, all the while leaning down to kiss her hand. "You call on Gambit then, anytime you want me to pay your debt. I'll get Beast to come be in a little bit."

He turned to go, but hadn't gone more then half a step before Ororo's arm caught his shoulder and spun him back around. Gambit had just about been ready to ask if she had been working out, because her pull seemed to have more muscle behind it, when Storm's mouth met his.

Storm was a bit shorter than Gambit was, so her neck was craned up and her hands were wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him down to her level. While Storm's eyes were close, Gambit's remained open at first, because of the abruptness and initial shock. -hey, don't look a gift horse in the mouth- he thought to himself, all the while not really believing what was going on. Storm's tongue seductively worked its way into his mouth, while her soft lips, tasting like some unknown herb and peppermint, began moving all around. Gambit's tongue began copying Storm's, and the two met with force, writhing and dancing around each other.

As suddenly as it had begun, it ended with Storm pulling back.

"Consider your debt paid."

With that, she opened her door and quickly slammed it shut behind her. Gambit stood out in the hallway, his lips on fire with the taste of her. He laughed to himself.

"I guess that fall did knock a couple of things loose in her head, but I be damned if I don't mind!"

***

Storm had waited until she had heard the Cajun man's footsteps as he walked away before she had moved from the door. With a quick turn of the key, the door was locked and she went with a flying, literally, leap to her bed. -this is amazing. I can do whatever I want, to whomever I want- Her dark face went back as a throaty laugh escaped from her lips. It was all too good to be true.

Only a day before she had been an exiled demon, shimmering around between realms in a fog-like state, not being able to access her powers because she had no human form. But now, now she finally had a body, a strong, sexy body that had powers of its own, on top of the powers she all ready had.

"At last, I am free!"

She sat up in the bed and began popping all her knuckles. -hmm, what should I do first? Ohh, I'll test my old powers. That should be a bit of fun! But on who, who, who… There was a knock at the door and a kindly voice making an inquiry.

"Ororo, it's Beast. I just came by to examine you, but perhaps we should move back to the medbay."

"Him. Perfect." She whispered to herself.

"Umm, hold on Beast, I just wanna get some real clothes on first."

"Quite understandable. I'll just wait our here."

Storm threw open her closet and pulled out the first thing she saw; a full length peasant skirt with an Indian print on it along with a matching Indian-looking T-shirt to match. -Hmm, looks like little 'roro was a regular flower child.- Storm took a moment to glance at the mirror. -this woman is beautiful without even trying. Too bad I didn't get to use my powers on her- Storm walked over to the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.

"Eep!" A startled cry escaped her mouth. Standing before her was a giant blue creature, wearing glasses nonetheless. "I didn't know that there were any demons here!"

Beast looked up. "Pardon?"

"Sorry, a little sneeze and then I said, 'I didn't know the Ramones were here'. They're a musical band, and I just heard an announcement on the radio."

"Ah, I see. I also see the Gambit and Cyclops were telling the truth. You look perfectly healthy and fully recovered. That is quite pleasing, considering how long you were in your coma."

Storm ran her fingers through her hair and leaned against the frame of the door. She wanted to know a little more about him before she used her powers on him. "My coma. Everyone keeps saying that, like it belonged to me. It was just something that happened to me, it's not like I own it or induced it upon myself. So I guess it should be called 'The Attic's Coma that was Given to Storm,' or something along those lines."

Beast chuckled. "My dear, it appears that your mind hasn't suffered the least in, shall we say, the attic's coma. Still, I would like to hook you up to some monitors to make sure your vitals are all right."

"All right, Beast, but why would you want to do that when you've done it all ready?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You all ready did hook me up to the monitors. About twenty minutes ago. You checked me out and you said that I was fit as a fiddle and all that."

A glazed look passed over Beast's face and settled in his eyes. His eyes slowly turned a shade of gray, and began a metamorphisis into black. "That's right, I believe I did. Yes, I did. How foolish of me to have forgotten."

"Aww, that's all right, Beast." -all right, power of suggestion is still working, now let's see about my trademark- "By the way, has anyone ever told you how ugly blue fur is? I mean, they probably haven't since they don't want their running joke to end. Ever since you came here, everyone's been laughing behind your back at how completely hideous your grotesquely colored fur is."

"Everyone?" Beast asked, his voice soft and child-like.

"Yes, everyone. They can hardly stand being in the same room with you for more than ten minutes. That," she scanned her mind for a name, "that Wolverine fellow says that when he first saw you, he nearly vomited. He and everyone else both agree that you'd look better slopped with mud than with that blue fur of yours."

"Oh."

Storm smiled to herself. Her trademark power, her original power, was as strong as ever. That power had earned her her name. Demon of Vanity. It had been her only power for a few centuries, the ability to alter appearances of others and make them insecure about their appearances at such high levels that almost all her victims ended up killing themselves. When she had learned about a witch that had the power of suggestion, she knew she had to have it, because it went right along with the vanity power. It had been easy enough killing that witch and gaining her power, and the results were wonderful.

Storm coughed and Beast quickly fell out of his trance. He blinked and stared at Storm a few moments with a bewildered look upon his face, but he soon caught sight of his hand and looked aghast.

"Right. I just came by to say…to say…I appears that I've forgotten, but no worry because I should probably go back to the lab. Immediately." He looked down at his hand once more and quickly fled to his refuge, like some furry Quasi Moto.

Storm licked her lips as she watched him go. She called after him. "By the way, I really love your glasses!"

***

"You want me to what your what? Now, just a minute sir, that is uncalled for and it's obvious your mother-"

"Piper, why are you talking to him?" Phoebe whispered through clenched teeth to her elder sister, who was holding with a kung fu grip her bag she had finally wrestled off the never ending luggage carousel. Piper brushed back a strand of her hair and took a step back from the strange man.

"Why am I? He's the one who came up to me."

"Uhh, that's because he's a pimp, honey."

"A what? Nooo, really?"

"I'm afraid so. If the feather boa didn't give it away, I was pretty sure you'd figure it out when he referred to his 'fine ladies'."

"So you mean, I was just confronted by a pimp, who in all probability, was trying to recruit me?"

"Yep."

"Eew, but hey, I feel special."

A tobacco filled cough and the shuffle of cowboy boots announced that the pimp in question was approaching them.

"That's right, sweet thang, you should feel special. Master Buster don't take a liking to any fine lady, but I must say that he is charmed to meet this young thang. You two wouldn't happen to be sistah's, would ya, cuz Buster just loves the sistahs." He popped his collar and looked at them expectantly. Phoebe cleared her throat.

"Actually, good sir, this be my bitch here, so kindly remove yourself from my sight, or my ho and I will be forced to open a can of woop ass on you." A cocky smile washed across Buster's face as he turned to leave.

"Aight. I can dig it. Like they say, some cats dig chicks and some cats dig cats, but either way, daddio, I'm cool wit dat. By the way, sweetie, if she ever ain't treating ya right, you just call Buster's cell." With a wave of his hand a business card wound up in Piper's hand. "Now, good day to yas." Buster bowed and retreated into the nether regions of La Guardia Airport. Piper and Phoebe burst out into giggles the second he was out of earshot.

"Oh my God. I'm off the plane for ten minutes, and I've all ready met a pimp. I think I can go home now."

"Hey, what does his calling card say?"

Piper flipped it over and read the front. "It says, 'Master Buster; a Lady's Gentlemen. When you need some liquor, the cash is quicker.' Ohh, good rhyme. It also has a phone number."

"You're not actually going to keep it, are you?"

"Why not? I can put it in my scrapbook. I bet this is the kind of souvenir not everyone brings home."

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

A slightly hassled looking Pru rounded the corner, nearly running into them, with a little less than amused look on her face. She was startled at first, but quickly recognized them.

"There you guys are. I've been looking all over for you. This stupid air line, or whoever is in charge of the luggage, maybe the luggage fairies, lost my bag. I was down in claims, but something tells me the bag is getting a better trip than we are."

"Where to?" Phoebe asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently, Venice, although I fail to see how anyone could confuse the words 'New York' and 'Venice'"

"At least it'll get a tan."

"That's terrible," interjected Piper. "All your clothes and stuff. I guess you'll just have to buy new things while we're here." That idea obviously hadn't crossed Pru's mind yet, and her face brightened at the suggestion.

"Yeah. At least the book of shadows wasn't in my bag. You've got that, Phebes, right?"

"What? Oh, yeah, in my bag."

"Well, good. At least we know on thing is taken care of. Now, I suggest we leave to our hotel before anymore pimps try to confront us."

"Pimps?" a confused Pru asked as the two sisters linked arms with her. Piper whispered in her ear.

"It's a long story." Pru smiled. -this trip is turning out a little better than I thought it would. An excuse to go shopping, and a little bit of a bedtime story-

***

With Beast dispatched, Storm thought her restlessness would go away, at least for a while, while she'd consider what her next moves would be. Closing her door, she paced back and forth, rising higher and higher in the air.

"Arrg, I am so bored." She flopped down on her bed from six feet in the air. The headboard made a delightful thwacking noise as it hit the wood.

"Hmm, I could always trash the place if I get too bored." Storm floated off the bed and picked up a hideously orange vase of flowers form her dresser. …I bet this makes a good smashing noise…it should, to make up for how ugly it is… She held it above her head and was preparing to hurl it at the wall when there was another knock at the door.

"God, what do you people want from me?" she screamed, lowering the vase and pulling the door open. "Beast, I already said you were an ugly mother fu - hey there."

Wolverine stood in front of her, peering into her bedroom. "I was just walking down the hall and I heard a lotta noises comin from your room. Everything ok in here, 'Ro?"

-damn, this woman is surrounded by handsome men-

"Oh yeah, everything's fine. I guess I just have a little post coma restlessness. I feel like smashing something. Like this vase or something."

"Isn't that the vase Jean made for you for last Christmas."

"I guess, but that doesn't give it an excuse to be damn ugly, now does it?" She offered him a half smile as she twirled the single flower that the vase contained. Wolverine's eyebrows quirked up.

"Are you sure that bump to yer head didn't knock anything else loose?"

"I've heard that a lot today."

Wolverine cleared his throat. "Well, if you're feeling restless, I was making my way to the Danger Room, and you're free to come. And like I always say, the best thing for feeling anxious is to pick a fight. Although, the Professor and Beast'll probably say you shouldn't be using your powers so soon afte-"

"I'd love to go work out. Let's go." She threw the vase over her head and quickly slammed the door. "I'm feeling hungry for a nice lil battle right about now."

***

Fifteen minutes later, Storm and Wolverine were in the Danger Room, getting ready to run their program. Storm had changed from a flower child motif to a hard core gymnast style outfit. She wore tight, black athletic pants with a single red stripe going up each leg, that hung tightly against her petite frame, and a tight shirt that more or less resembled a sports bra. Wolverine was in his trademark work out outfit; gray sweats and a sleeveless white shirt.

"Alright, I usually set the program at seven-"

"Set it at ten then."

"-but I was planning on fou- did you say you wanted ten, Storm?"

"Yep. Ten. It's that number that follows nine. Surely you've heard of it."

Wolverine smiled. The little lady had picked up an attitude in her coma. "Well, I was just figuring you might be a little weak and want to take it easy."

Storm wracked the real Storm's brain for what Wolverine's real name was. Storm licked her lips before addressing him. "Logan, you know I always prefer it hard. My only concern would be that it'd be too hard for you."

Wolvering laughed at both of her remarks. -I guess I haven't been hanging around her lately. She sure has changed. Now she's more like a biker than my grandmother- "Whatever you want. Computer, set at Level Ten." A computerized voice that sounded a bit like Professor X responded.

"Level Ten sequence activated. Setting?"

"Rockies."

"Setting; Rocky Mountains. Nemesis are Sabertooth, Magneto, Dr. Sinister, and others."

Storm rubbed her hands together. "Can't wait to meet the others."

"Objective; destroy all nemesis without loss of teammates."

"Begin," Wolverine barked, and soon the plain, gray room transformed itself into the top of a mountain. "Now Ro, if things get too hard fer ya-" Wolverine never got to finish his sentence because Sabertooth was on him.

"Oh my, that man is hairy," said a less than concerned Storm. Logan grunted as he pushed Sabertooth off of him and let loose his claws.

"Any time, Ro."

Sabertooth was getting ready for a second attack when Storm came into action. Her eyes glazed over white and she floated a few feet off the ground. The snow that had already begun to fall began spinning around her, faster and faster, until everything was white.

"Storm, what are you doing?"

Foot upon foot of snow fell simultaneously, all on the designated Sabertooth. When the snow flurry had finally ended in a matter of seconds, his hand reaching up from the snow was all that could be seen.

"I guess you took care of him."

"Not yet." A crack of lightening tore down into the pile of snow where Sabertooth was buried. "Now he's taken care of."

Five faceless foes jumped out of nowhere, and began attacking. Storm smiled. -These powers are amazing. I feel like I could do anything- Wolverine took on the nearest two, leaving the other three to Storm. Holding her arm up, she summoned a bolt of lightening. It melded to her hand and became something like a sword, only much deadlier. Eyes still white, she flew above her opponents, swing the lightening, lopping the head off of one of them.

"Come down here and fight fair, you bitch." One of the opponents cried. His body soon took the shape of Cyclops, and he shot a blast of energy at her. Storm flew past it, and in return, landed to face him. Logan, who had already finished his two and had been watching her battle for sometime, called out, "Come on, take the dick out."

Storm pointed a finger at him, and soon his lungs began to fill with water. "A little flood in your own body, you dick." Cyclops began coughing, and frantically shooting energy at Storm. She laughed and, using her lightening, took a swipe at his face, burning his eyes out of his head. His screams and coughs filled the Danger Room as Storm ran up to him and twisted his neck with her bare hands.

Logan was taken aback. He'd never seen Storm this, this ferocious, even in real battles to the death. And the fact that she was like this when she was fighting a replica of her own team member. -wonder what she'd've done if it was someone she didn't like.- All he could manage to say was "Whoa."

"Well, he was taking too damn long drowning, not like this one." She pointed a finger at the last opponent, who began gurgling and quickly fell to the ground, with water and blood oozing from its open mouth.

"Damn Storm, you've got issues."

She sighed. "Program off."

"Why'd ya do that, darlin, we were just getting started."

"Logan, I thought you said level ten would be hard. I might as well be massacring kindergartners."

"Well, ten is as high as it'll go. For now. I haven't gotten around to downloading the next few levels."

Storm ran both her hands and spun around, and began pacing. "You don't know how, how, how FRUSTRATING this is. Having all of this power, and these menial things that don't even challenge me. I feel like screaming, like blowing up the whole damn country with a flick of my wrist. I wanna bash something good. I need a work out."

"Storm, have you talked to Professor X about counseling, cuz it sounds to me like you've got problems."

In reply, Storm floated down next to him and punched him square in the jaw. Wolverine tumbled back a few feet and gingerly rubbed his face. The little missy had quite a wallop.

"So, you wanna fight with me now? Lemme warn ya, I'm not as easy as these computer programs." He raised a leg and kicked her across her midsection. She only managed to stop herself from landing flat on her face by floating a few inches from the ground.

"Good. Harder the better." She took her position as an opportunity to grab his ankles and send him to the ground. From the ground, Wolverine called out, "Computer, gym setting. Manual fight." The room changed from the top of a mountain to a gym with padded floors, bars on the wall and ceiling, and tall rectangle blocks along the floor to serve in any way it seemed fit.

"That's more like it," Storm whispered, leaping from the floor onto one of the blocks. "Come on, Nature Boy. Or are you too afraid to hit a lady."

"Maybe, if you were a lady."

Wolverine rose from the floor and dove for Storm. She nimbly leapt from the block and landed behind him. Two quick punches to his back and a kick. He caught her leg as it was coming down and gave it a spin. Storm spun off her feet and landed on the ground. Doing a backbend, she managed to right herself, and the two faced each other.

"You're move, Storm."

With a yell, she threw a punch towards his head, but he quickly dodged it and landed one on her stomach. She doubled over and raised her knee to hit Wolverine where it hurt.

"GOD, Storm!"

She righted herself and kicked the hunched over Logan in the face. Blood smeared his face, and he was getting mad. She was not fighting fair, like he had been until this point. Storm attempted to land another flying kick to his head, but Logan quickly moved and she ended up kicking the block. Reaching for her high held leg, he shoved her thigh towards her face and she fell back.

"Is that all you got, shoving girls to the ground?"

Logan, who was working up quite a sweat, took his shirt off to reveal row upon row of rippling muscles. "I dunno, why don't you some up and see."

With a swift motion, she swept Wolverine off his feet and he, too, landed on his back. Storm took the opportunity to sit on his chest and punch him three times, two rights and one left, in the face. His face, like hers, was covered with blood. He grabbed her wrists and was preparing to throw her off of him, when she leaned her head down and kissed him.

-two kisses today, good going girl-

Unlike Gambit, he didn't act surprised and dove into the kiss immediately. Instead of letting go of her wrists, he grasped them tighter and pulled them down. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting her sweat and blood, while his lips felt like fire against hers, like they were trying to engulf her. Storm moved her legs from their previous Indian Style position and stretched her length along his body. She worked one of her legs in-between his, and began moving it with the rhythm of her pulse.

With a groan, Logan rolled over, pinning her under him. He let go of her wrists to run his fingers of one hand through her white hair, while the other floated, questionably, above her breast. Storm met his eyes, her blue orbs beginning to white over. "Yes." He gingerly began kneading her breast. Storm's moans of delight told him he was doing the right thing, and he did it harder. All the while, he was working his mouth harder and faster and deeper against hers. Her hands began to ravel along his neck, his shoulders, and down to the small of his back, where they began scratching. She broke the kiss and let her mouth wander as well, on one side of his neck, then the other.

-Storm's probably confused. You've gotta stop this -

He took his hands from her hair and pulled her face to his. "Storm, what are we doing? You can't mean this. You're just confused and restless."

He began to lift himself form her, achingly, but this time Storm rolled him over.

"Am I now?" She asked, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, his stomach, to his…

"Ororo," he groaned, feeling his growing erection.

With two deft hands, she untied the chords of his pants and slipped them off. He thrust his hips up to help them pass under him, and that only made him grow harder. Storm eyed his boxers as her hands slipped underneath them.

"I told you, Logan, I like things hard."

He grew harder in her hands, until he couldn't contain himself anymore. Reaching down, he grabbed her up to him, and began kissing her fervently while his hands tugged at her shirt. He slipped it over her head and gasped as she rubbed her erect nipples against first his chest, then his mouth. He took one in his mouth and began sucking and massaging little circles around it with his tongue. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It had been forever since she had had sex, and he was obviously experiences. Her hands, and his, tugged at her pants until they were fully off, and then her panties, and then his boxers.

"Logan," she whispered, as she rolled underneath him.

"Shh, don't speak."

Their rhythm was slow at first, but began quickening. He drove into her and pulled out, up and down, repeatedly. Storm moaned and thrust her hips forward, harder, harder, while she used her arms to pull him down to her. She could feel both their climaxes coming. With a scream from Storm, they both came together, and slowly melted into each other, skin against skin, sweat against sweat.

It began drizzling outside.

He ran his fingers in her hair as he wondered what had just happened. How it had just happened, and why he had wanted it to happen for so long. He gently kissed her temple. With a yawn, Storm stood up and stretched. She bent down, making Wolverine want her all over again, and gathered up her clothes.

"Thanks Wolverine. I'm not as restless now. I think I'll go shopping in town. Ciao!"

With a flip of her hair, she left the room in the same state she had left Logan, buck-naked.