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Chapter2
Earth
"Hey" Jean's cheerful voice came into his ears.
Logan blinked his eyes open and saw the red haired woman standing beside his bed.
"Jean?" He uttered hesitantly.
"You really scared me being unconscious this long." Jean said leaning her hands on his broad chest.
"Unconscious?" He queried screwing up his eyes, trying hard to remember what happened.
"Yes, you 've been unconscious for one night and that is really unusual in you considering that your wounds
had healed seconds later they were made and you haven't got any internal injures." Jean explained as she
examined him." I didn't and still don't understand what happened to you, but, as I can see, you 're ok." She smiled
at him.
Logan stared at her silently and when he spoke he said something really odd. "Why did you dye your hair?"
"Ugh?" Jean raised a reddish eyebrow at that strange question. " My hair is natural red, Logan. It has always
been red."
"No, your hair was dark brown last time I saw you." His voice sounded pretty sure." And where is here?"
"Logan?" Jean looked at him, narrowing her green eyes as she scrutinized him. Was this another of his jokes?
She was about to answer something when they heard a moan coming form the next bed. Logan turned his gaze
right to find a silvery hair woman that made his eyes opened widely.
" 'Ro!! " Logan sat up and surprised Jean calling out Ororo's pet name. He has never called her like that, and rarely
Ororo. He just called her Storm. Like he stubbornly only called Scott, Cyclope.
Ororo focused her gaze when she heard someone calling her name. Her head felt heavy but she managed to turn it
to where the voices were coming from.
"AAHHHH!!!" She screamed as she jumped up from the bed, startled at the Logan in front of her." What the hell happened
to you?!" When she realized who that man was, she yelled a little bewildered. " You look¡Kso different¡K. so¡K. hairy!!"
and before Logan could say something she turned her gaze to Jean and asked appalled, " Why on earth did you dye
your hair? It looks awful!!"
Jean was astonished; her jaw dropped finding no words to say. First was Logan with his strange questions and then
Ororo behaving this odd. This definitely was not a joke!!!
"JESUS CHRIST!!" She heard Logan cried and turned round to see that he was watching his own reflection from an empty
metallic platter which she used for placing her medical instruments." WHAT THE FUCK¡K.Why am I so hairy!!!!??¡K. and
why am I black haired??!!" He turned his inquiring look to Jean and waited for an answer.
Ororo did so after seeing her own image, bu tunlike Logan she loved her appearance, specially the silvery hair.
But above all this, there was no doubt that she was flabbergasted and as anxious as Logan to know what was happening.
Jean stared at Logan and then at Ororo, as lost as they were. And she did the first thing that came to her mind. She cried
silently for help.
Few minutes later the med lab gates opened showing Charles Xavier. He was serious and said," Jean, I think we have a
big problem."
"Indeed we do, Professor." Jean could say nothing but to agree.
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Alternative universe
Logan paced through the room like a caged and impatient beast. But actually he didn't look like any beast, thought Ororo.
She couldn't help but to smile when she saw the broken pieces of the mirror Logan had thrown to the floor in a burst of rage
and to remember how Logan had cursed complaining about his appearance.
These were his exactly words, "WHAT THE HELL!! I'M FUCKING BLONDE!! DAMN IT!! " But Ororo found him really attractive.
He was less haired than the x-men Logan she knew and definitely looked like an Adonis. Well, to say the truth, the x-men Logan
was sexier and wildly masculine, she had to admit it.
"Logan, calm down." She said as she grabbed one of Logan's arms and dragged him to the bed she was sat on.
"How on earth do you want me to calm down?!" He cried out." We have lost our mutant powers, our appearances have
changed and worst of all we even don't know where the hell we are!!" He stood up again. "I can not just fucking calm down!!!"
Ororo sighed, thinking that it wouldn't have been a bad thing if Logan's irritable nature had been changed too. At least she
would not have him shouting to her face like this!
"I think we should take a look of the house." She suggested. " Maybe there's someone here." She said not really
convinced. Even the dead ones would have been woken up with all those shouts from Logan.
Logan frowned, annoyed with himself for not being cool enough to realize that they hadn't even examined the house.
He breathed deeply and nodded, " You 're right, Storm. Let's take a look first." He headed to the door.
"Alright." She smiled but remained still when she heard a noise coming from the opened door.
Logan stopped in his tracks and froze his moves, prepared to defend themselves from anyone or anything.
He may have lost his mutant powers but he definitely hadn't lost his fighter's skills and soul.
"Who is there!? " He asked slowly in a low voice, his look fierce.
But both of them were surprised when they saw two little figures coming out from the dark hallway. They were two kids,
a girl and a boy. They wouldn't have more than ten years, the boy maybe younger. The girl was white skinned but the boy's skin
was ligth brown,exactly the same color of Ororo's.
"Who are you?" Logan queried softening a little his fierce look, but still showing precaution. However, he didn't really want
to know the answer, which would only mean a big mess, because as he watched the two kids the answer appeared so obvious.
The girl stepped forward and scrutinized them with her amber eyes and asked deliberately raising her golden eyebrow,"
And who are you two?"
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Author's note:Read and review,give me your opinion about the story.I'd really like to know what do
you think about it and it will truly encourage me to go on writting~!!
Thanks a lot~!!!
HI~!People~!!Thx for the review~
Hope you like how's the story going...
Forgive my english~!^__^
Chapter2
Earth
"Hey" Jean's cheerful voice came into his ears.
Logan blinked his eyes open and saw the red haired woman standing beside his bed.
"Jean?" He uttered hesitantly.
"You really scared me being unconscious this long." Jean said leaning her hands on his broad chest.
"Unconscious?" He queried screwing up his eyes, trying hard to remember what happened.
"Yes, you 've been unconscious for one night and that is really unusual in you considering that your wounds
had healed seconds later they were made and you haven't got any internal injures." Jean explained as she
examined him." I didn't and still don't understand what happened to you, but, as I can see, you 're ok." She smiled
at him.
Logan stared at her silently and when he spoke he said something really odd. "Why did you dye your hair?"
"Ugh?" Jean raised a reddish eyebrow at that strange question. " My hair is natural red, Logan. It has always
been red."
"No, your hair was dark brown last time I saw you." His voice sounded pretty sure." And where is here?"
"Logan?" Jean looked at him, narrowing her green eyes as she scrutinized him. Was this another of his jokes?
She was about to answer something when they heard a moan coming form the next bed. Logan turned his gaze
right to find a silvery hair woman that made his eyes opened widely.
" 'Ro!! " Logan sat up and surprised Jean calling out Ororo's pet name. He has never called her like that, and rarely
Ororo. He just called her Storm. Like he stubbornly only called Scott, Cyclope.
Ororo focused her gaze when she heard someone calling her name. Her head felt heavy but she managed to turn it
to where the voices were coming from.
"AAHHHH!!!" She screamed as she jumped up from the bed, startled at the Logan in front of her." What the hell happened
to you?!" When she realized who that man was, she yelled a little bewildered. " You look¡Kso different¡K. so¡K. hairy!!"
and before Logan could say something she turned her gaze to Jean and asked appalled, " Why on earth did you dye
your hair? It looks awful!!"
Jean was astonished; her jaw dropped finding no words to say. First was Logan with his strange questions and then
Ororo behaving this odd. This definitely was not a joke!!!
"JESUS CHRIST!!" She heard Logan cried and turned round to see that he was watching his own reflection from an empty
metallic platter which she used for placing her medical instruments." WHAT THE FUCK¡K.Why am I so hairy!!!!??¡K. and
why am I black haired??!!" He turned his inquiring look to Jean and waited for an answer.
Ororo did so after seeing her own image, bu tunlike Logan she loved her appearance, specially the silvery hair.
But above all this, there was no doubt that she was flabbergasted and as anxious as Logan to know what was happening.
Jean stared at Logan and then at Ororo, as lost as they were. And she did the first thing that came to her mind. She cried
silently for help.
Few minutes later the med lab gates opened showing Charles Xavier. He was serious and said," Jean, I think we have a
big problem."
"Indeed we do, Professor." Jean could say nothing but to agree.
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Alternative universe
Logan paced through the room like a caged and impatient beast. But actually he didn't look like any beast, thought Ororo.
She couldn't help but to smile when she saw the broken pieces of the mirror Logan had thrown to the floor in a burst of rage
and to remember how Logan had cursed complaining about his appearance.
These were his exactly words, "WHAT THE HELL!! I'M FUCKING BLONDE!! DAMN IT!! " But Ororo found him really attractive.
He was less haired than the x-men Logan she knew and definitely looked like an Adonis. Well, to say the truth, the x-men Logan
was sexier and wildly masculine, she had to admit it.
"Logan, calm down." She said as she grabbed one of Logan's arms and dragged him to the bed she was sat on.
"How on earth do you want me to calm down?!" He cried out." We have lost our mutant powers, our appearances have
changed and worst of all we even don't know where the hell we are!!" He stood up again. "I can not just fucking calm down!!!"
Ororo sighed, thinking that it wouldn't have been a bad thing if Logan's irritable nature had been changed too. At least she
would not have him shouting to her face like this!
"I think we should take a look of the house." She suggested. " Maybe there's someone here." She said not really
convinced. Even the dead ones would have been woken up with all those shouts from Logan.
Logan frowned, annoyed with himself for not being cool enough to realize that they hadn't even examined the house.
He breathed deeply and nodded, " You 're right, Storm. Let's take a look first." He headed to the door.
"Alright." She smiled but remained still when she heard a noise coming from the opened door.
Logan stopped in his tracks and froze his moves, prepared to defend themselves from anyone or anything.
He may have lost his mutant powers but he definitely hadn't lost his fighter's skills and soul.
"Who is there!? " He asked slowly in a low voice, his look fierce.
But both of them were surprised when they saw two little figures coming out from the dark hallway. They were two kids,
a girl and a boy. They wouldn't have more than ten years, the boy maybe younger. The girl was white skinned but the boy's skin
was ligth brown,exactly the same color of Ororo's.
"Who are you?" Logan queried softening a little his fierce look, but still showing precaution. However, he didn't really want
to know the answer, which would only mean a big mess, because as he watched the two kids the answer appeared so obvious.
The girl stepped forward and scrutinized them with her amber eyes and asked deliberately raising her golden eyebrow,"
And who are you two?"
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Author's note:Read and review,give me your opinion about the story.I'd really like to know what do
you think about it and it will truly encourage me to go on writting~!!
Thanks a lot~!!!
