Disclaimer: I'm sure you've got the idea by now.
Dedication: The secret to becoming a star is; knowing how to behave like one.
Author's Note: Okay, since you all think I'm insane I'll clarify some points. Firstly, I've been working on this fic for about four months or so, and I still haven't finished it, in fact, I'm stuck as to how I'm going to do the battle 'cause it's all going pear shaped. Secondly, I'm not actually a huge fan of the film, and started this fic to prove a point to my friend, this isn't to say I don't like it but now I've vindicated myself for my relentless Logan/Marie 'shipper bashing my motivation has waned somewhat. Thirdly, my Smallville fic is a lot closer to my heart at the moment as I feel more confident writing those characters, what I am posting here was written ages ago, I haven't actually written anything new for this for over a month. So long as I know you like it and want to read it I'm willing to post, the reason I asked if you wanted it was because I hadn't posted in ages, and I thought you'd probably all given up on it. This chapter is another short one, unfortunately, but long one's are coming; PROMISE!
Chapter 23: Please Enter Our Secret Lair; It's an Important Plot Device.
"Ready?" He asked.
"When you are." She replied.
"3, 2, 1." They muttered in unison.
'Ro and Logan knocked on the door to the Mutant Superiority Group's HQ.
"Who's there?" Came a gruff voice from the other side of the door.
"Friends." Came a gruffer answer.
"Password." Said the voice.
"Charles Xavier is a traitor."
"Wrong!"
"So, I don't have the password." Wolverine growled. "What I do have is an intimate knowledge of his mansion, as does the lady." He bore his claws. "Now, will you let us in?"
"I'll check." The viewer slammed shut.
Logan held her close to him, the smell of each other driving tem mad. Storm tilted her head up and they immediately embarked on a passionate kiss.
"That's enough of that, come in."
The door opened, revealing a long lean woman in her mid-thirties. They followed her down the hall. She took her place on a dais next to large, LARGE, young man, who in normal proportions would be about 20 years old.
"What do you have against Charles Xavier?" Asked the woman. "I assume you were both part of his little project." She said the last word with evident contempt.
The pair exchanged looks and huddled together for security. They looked around the room, neither really sure what to say.
"Come, come we don't have all day." She snapped.
