Angelstorm 8
Author's Notes: I know. I know. I'm lazy. Even my momma has told me so. Yes I'm pathetic, and I should have this story updated every week. However I will make this promise that I will do a little better. I'm working on it. Anyway here's another chapter to whet your appetites a little bit until I update the next one. It won't take nearly as long as this story did. I promise. Anyway enjoy the story, and don't be too mad at me. Trust me I'm mad enough at my self. I'm babbling again aren't I? As for the Warren/Logan/Storm triangle, let's just say that it's about to get a little hot up in here. So enjoy.
Disclaimer: I would die a happy woman if I could just say that the X-men belonged to me, but atlas they don't. So I will continue to live my trivial life wishing that I could be a part of the Marvel Universe. Atlas I dream. These characters belong to those fortunate saps at Marvel Comics. Why couldn't it have been me?
Dedications: (Gethman8) (Mia) (April) (Sango) (wolvieslover) (tiana) (nini) (may) and (sinner) thank you guys/gals for sticking around. Also thanks goes out to my other reviewers and new reviewers that I haven't mentioned. Thanks for reading my stories. I do it for you guys, and I love you for sticking around.
Nate Grey had been driving for hours, and he was trying to figure out how things got to be so bad. One moment he was beyond happy, and was about to marry the woman of his dreams. He envisioned spending the rest of his life by her side as her husband, and he even entertained the thought that she had wanted the same thing. How could he have been so wrong about Jubilee's feelings for him? After all those years of being a couple, how could she just walk away from everything that they had?
He recalled the first day when he met her. It was literally love at first sight for him. The one thing that stood out about her was her crystal clear blue eyes. He had never seen any Asian female that had blue eyes, and he even assumed that she was wearing contacts. He was surprised to find out that his assumption was incorrect.
She was the very quintessence of a beautiful woman, on the inside as well as on the outside. They seemingly got along very well, and soon he realized that he was falling for her. He made his feelings known one day when he passionately kissed her, after they emerged victorious from a dangerous mission. He remembered that day as if it were yesterday.
He had been kidnapped by Sinister, and he thought that the mad man was going to kill him. Then in all of her glory, Jubilee came and saved the day. Of course she brought back up, and they were able to defeat Sinister. He ran away with his tail tucked between his legs, and he was able to leave with a few minor cuts and bruises.
He was honored that this woman thought enough of him to come and help him out of that situation. As they headed to the Blackbird she offered her shoulder for him to lean on. It was then that he pulled her in his arms, and offered her something back in return. They had been together ever since then. Well that is until a few days ago.
There was still a part of him that was angry that she walked away with another man, and then there was another part of him that was angry that he allowed her to. He claimed that he loved her, and yet he let her walk away without even fighting for her. He wasn't about to let this Bobby Drake take what by right was his.
So in one quick instance he turned his car around, and began driving back towards Westchester. He wasn't about to let this man take away the only woman that he had ever dared to love. He wasn't about to let her walk away from him that easily without putting up some kind of fight. He had fought some pretty tough opponents ranging from Apololypse to Sinister. He refused to let one scrawny little man that has power to create ice take what was his. He refused to back down, and he wanted to find out the truth behind Jubilee's true feelings. So he drove back towards the mansion hoping to find the answers to the many questions churning in his head.
Warren Worthington walked into his quiet house, and there was a stack of mail in his arms. He walked over to the couch, and he dropped the mail on it before it could fall on the floor. He took a seat next to the mail, and set off the task of reading the mail. He thumbed through the stack of mail, and noticed that none of the mail was personal mail.
*Bills. Bills. Junk mail. Business proposal. Internet disk. Magazine subscription. Bills. More Bills. Junk mail. Pizza coupon. There's nothing important in here. There's nothing here that I want to read anyway.
When he didn't find anything in the mail, he laid his head on the back of the couch. In a matter of minutes he was fast asleep. His dreams were marred with images of Ororo's naked body, as he held her that fateful night when his life was forever changed. He saw images of her body quivering every time she cried. He had only wanted to comfort her, but somehow she believed that he had wanted to harm her. In the dream he could see the fear in her eyes, and he was aware that he had been the cause of it.
He woke up with a start, and he could do nothing but stare at the blank walls. The thought that she had been afraid of him assaulted his heart, and it felt as if it were being held down by a heavy weight. Why had she been afraid of him, when she should have been more afraid of the man that intended to harm her?
*I would never intentionally hurt her. Would I?
He thought about his previous treatment towards her, and he finally realized that he had been a jerk to her. In all the time that he stayed at the mansion, there had been only one time when he was nice to her. That was when he went to pay her the money that he owed her. She had kissed him, and for a while he enjoyed the kiss. He had enjoyed it immensely, but he had pushed her away. He claimed that he thought of her like a sister, but even then he realized that he was lying. How could he tell her that he had wanted to lay her down that night, and make wild passionate love to her? He respected her too much for that. He didn't want to do something that was going to change the both of their lives. He realized that he would have to eventually leave the X-Men again. That night he refused to consummate a relationship with Ororo, and even went through extreme lengths to push her away. The only thing he didn't contemplate that it was going to hurt him this bad. He wondered if Ororo was feeling as bad as he did at that moment, or rather did she feel relieved that he was gone.
Warren hated these new feelings coursing through his body, and he wanted to end the numb pain in his heart. So he stood to his feet, and he made his way towards his mini bar. He needed a drink, and he even planned on getting wasted. Those were his plans, until he saw the telephone. He changed his direction and walked over to the telephone instead. He picked up the phone, and he called the first number that was on his mind. After a while the phone ranged and ranged, and finally a soft voice rang out. He knew that he couldn't talk, but he still needed to hear her voice before he sunk into a fit of depression.
"Hello?" Ororo asked
However only silence greeted her.
"Hello? Who's this? Is somebody there?"
There was a long pause, and Warren wanted to talk to her so bad. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was, but his words eluded him though no fault of his own. He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't. Just like before.
"Hello?"
She still refused to hang up, and Warren was grateful for that. This meant that he could listen to her voice even longer.
"I know that you're there. I can hear you breathing. Who is this?
There was still no answer.
Suddenly it was like a light had went on in Ororo's head, and she said the first name that came to her mind.
"Warren, is that you?"
For a brief instance Warren was elated that she knew who it was, but at the same time he was afraid that she realized that he had called her. So he did the first thing that he could think of. He hung up the phone. He sat there staring at the phone, and was trying to debate as to whether or not he should call again.
*She didn't sound as if she was still afraid, and maybe she had wanted to apologize.
Just as soon as he was about to reach for the telephone again, it suddenly started to ring. He picked up the phone, and grunted into the receiver. He listened as he heard Ororo's soft voice again.
*She must have used star 69.
"Hello? Is this Warren?
He listened as her voice rang out like some sweet sentimental music.
"If this is you then make some kind of noise, so that I'll know that it's you."
Just as he was about to make the noise that she requested, a sound in the background stopped him.
"Who is it?" Logan asked.
She answered his question with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Warren, please say something."
Warren's smile slowly diminished when he realized that Logan was in Ororo's room. So he quietly hung the phone back up, and stared at it with a look of confusion. He suddenly felt a bout of pure rage dance through his body, and he didn't know what to do. Suddenly the sound of the telephone ringing once again, made him just that much angrier. He grabbed the phone fiercely, and he pulled the cord from the wall. Then he turned around and threw the phone towards the living room. He was enraged at the thought that Ororo had Logan in her bedroom.
*That sure didn't take long did it?
He began throwing different items everywhere, and then he went over to the bar. He looked at the various bottles of liquor, and picked the one with the most alcohol in it. He suddenly began to realize why Bobby turned to the bottle, and he had no problems doing the same thing. He was going to forget about her, and he was going to try everything he could in his power to forget her. However, the thought of her lips being pressed against his still assaulted his mind, and so he could do nothing but cry in his hands. This had been the second time in his life that he has cried over any woman, and he hated himself for being so weak.
Ororo Munroe looked at the phone in her hand, and she soon felt the bed sink behind her as Logan sat behind her. She hung up the phone, and then turned to look at Logan. He gave her a weird smirk, and she couldn't help but smile at the expression on his face.
"Was that him?" He asked.
"I think so, but he didn't say anything."
"No duh. The man's jaw is wired shut."
"Yeah. No thanks to you."
"Well he deserved it." He said as he lay down on the bed.
"No he didn't."
"Ro, do you really think I'm stupid."
"Logan you are one of the smartest men I know."
She turned towards him, and she looked him straight in the eyes.
"Ya got that right darlin, but don't try ta avoid my question."
Ororo averted her eyes back towards her lap, and she didn't know what to say. So she just shook her head from side to side, in attempts to answer his question.
"Speak up Ro. I can't hear you. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Logan, what are you trying to get at?"
"Why are you doing all of this?"
Her eyes found his once again, and she stared at Logan with a look of confusion.
"Logan, you are not making any sense. What are you talking about?"
"We both know what I'm talking about Ro."
Silence filled the room, and Ororo looked back into her lap knowing all too well what Logan was talking about.
"What? You think that I couldn't smell it? Crap, it hit me like a ton of bricks to my head." Logan said quietly.
Ororo's head shot up in Logan's direction, and she stared at him in shock as he spoke candidly with her.
"I instinctively knew that someone had caught your fancy, because I could smell it. It's pretty obvious that you have some kind of feelings for Warren, because I noticed it every time he walked into the room. Even that night when we found you at the motel, I could smell your arousal a mile away. Now tell me Ro, why all of the mind games?"
"Logan how dare you sit there and judge me. I do not have any feelings for Warren, nor do I ever have any intentions of falling for him."
"That's a load of crap and we both know it."
Ororo stood from the bed and glared at Logan by challenging him with her eyes. She couldn't believe that he was behaving like some jealous boyfriend.
"I don't see how any of this even concerns you Logan."
Logan laughed bitterly, and stood up to meet her challenge. He glared into her eyes, and grabbed onto both of her wrists.
"It concerned me the moment I punched Warren for you."
"Well I didn't tell you to do that. Did I?"
Logan pulled her into his arms, and soon he crushed his lips against hers. They kissed for a moment, and then Logan pulled away. He looked into her eyes, and then he let go of her wrists.
"No you didn't, but I wanted to punch him. I wanted to knock some sense into that empty brain of his. I saw the way he was treating you Ro, and it pissed me off."
"Why did you kiss me Logan?"
"To prove a point."
"Which would be?"
"That your heart belongs to Warren, and that there hasn't been anyone including me, that could ever make that scent come from ya"
"That still doesn't explain why you kissed me."
"I was curious. I wanted to see if I had what takes to make you excited, but I guess I don't."
"Logan."
"Don't. Let's just pretend that this didn't happen. Besides you're in love with another man."
"And you are in love with another woman. So why the charade?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"She's married Ro."
"That hasn't stopped you before Logan. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid that once her divorce is finalized, I won't be good enough for her. What makes it so bad, is that I would smell the disintegration of our relationship long before it even had a chance ta fall apart."
"Then you just work on making your relationship that much stronger. I don't need enhanced senses to tell me that Jean loves you."
"And it's my enhanced senses that tells me that you're in love with Warren."
"Will you ever stop with that?"
"Only when you stop denying yourself a chance at happiness. You're too beautiful ta be a spinster Ro."
"Logan, I don't know what to do. Surely he hates me now."
Logan walked towards the door, and he opened it quietly. He turned back towards Ororo, and he smiled.
"He doesn't hate you Ro. Trust me. Besides the nose never lies."
He walked out of the room, leaving Ororo to her thoughts. As he walked towards his room, a pair of green eyes stared at him leaving Ororo's bedroom. Instantly Jean was filled with anger, and she stormed off back into her room. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Nate was standing at the mansion door, and was let in by Scott Summers. The man agreed that he could go up to Jubilee's bedroom unescorted. At that time Scott was unaware that Jubilee had company, and he was too busy trying to get ready for the conference that they were about to go to.
So Nate made his way towards her bedroom, and once he got there he barged right into her room without knocking. What he saw angered him in more ways than one. He saw his beloved covered in sheets, and she had sweat glistening all over her body. It was pretty obvious that she had been intimate with Bobby, and so Nate focused all of his anger towards the young man. Bobby was packing a suitcase, and was now fully dressed. He looked up in surprise at the rude interruption.
"How dare you touch her?"
Nate ran towards Bobby, and threw a heavy fist towards him. The punch connected with his face, and Bobby threw out a few punches himself. Pretty soon the two men were fighting tooth and nail, and Jubilee was relieved that they had common sense not to use their powers.
Still as they fought, Jubilee dressed as fast as she could. Once she was dressed, she tried her best to stop them from hurting each other.
"Will you two stop acting like a bunch of babies?" She screamed loud enough to be heard.
Then suddenly a stray fist landed on Jubilee's face, and she fell unmercifully to the ground. Instantly both men stopped their bout, and kneeled down to Jubilee's side.
"Jubes wake up. Are you O.K.?" Bobby asked.
Jubilee's eyes opened up slowly, and she looked into Bobby's eyes.
"Help me up."
Bobby helped her to her feet, as Nate tried to do the same. Jubilee wavered on her feet, and had to lean on both men to regain her footing. She shot both men a dirty look before she was able to stand on her own two feet unaided.
"I want to know one thing. Who hit me?"
Bobby looked guiltily to the ground, and then Nate shoved him in the shoulder as if he was trying to make a point.
"It was me." Bobby said plainly.
Jubilee turned and faced him. She took a hold of his shoulders, and she brought a heavy knee to his groin. He squealed out in pain and shock. He looked at Jubilee with tears now forming in his eyes. She pointed an accusing finger at Bobby, and she began to speak.
"You better make damn well sure that you never hit me ever again, and as for you it's over! I don't need you two fighting over me like I was a piece of meat. Nate, we have had some good times, but the truth of the matter is that I'm in love with Bobby."
"After only day? I find that a little hard to believe."
"No it hasn't been only one day. I've had these feelings long before I even met you."
"So why didn't you marry him then? Why play with my emotions, if you were so in love with him."
"Nate, it wasn't my intention to mislead you. What we had was special, and I'll always remember that. But what kind of woman would I be, if I married you and was in love with someone else. I don't want to be in a relationship like that, and neither do you."
"Tell me what I can do to win you back?"
"I'm sorry, but there is absolutely nothing that you can do to win me back."
"Maybe this is for the best."
"It is. Besides there's no doubt in my mind that you'll find someone worthy of your love, but that person isn't me."
"I guess not."
Nate turned away and walked out of the room. He stopped and looked at Bobby.
"You better to treat her right, because no matter what happens I will always love that woman."
"So will I." Bobby concluded.
"You just treat her right, because if I hear otherwise I'll kill you."
With that he turned and walked out of the room. He was being weak, but he knew that Jubilee wasn't about to come home with him. His heart was breaking all over again, and there was only one person that he could go and talk to. She had been one of his best friends, and so he drove his car towards her house.
*Maybe Threnody can help me to figure out this whole mess.
So he drove towards her house, trying to forget the nagging pain in his heart. He wanted to forget the fact that Jubilee chose him over her. Cheers to the other man.
That's it for this chapter. I know the last fight scene sucked, and for that I'm so sorry. Anyway I hoped you guys/gals liked it. Was it enough to whet your appetite?
Next chapter the gang goes off to their conference, and Jubilee and Storm are the only ones at the mansion. The day goes by with girl talk, makeovers, and movies. Jubes learns of Storm' s true feelings for their blue skinned teammate, and she vows to help these two get their acts together. Also Jean gives Logan the cold shoulder, and Scott informs her that the divorce is finally finalized. Let's just say Jean won't be in a good mood. Lastly Warren's in trouble again, and I wonder whose going to be there to save the day and um.him?
Stay tuned for the next chapter of Angelstorm.
Author's Notes: I know. I know. I'm lazy. Even my momma has told me so. Yes I'm pathetic, and I should have this story updated every week. However I will make this promise that I will do a little better. I'm working on it. Anyway here's another chapter to whet your appetites a little bit until I update the next one. It won't take nearly as long as this story did. I promise. Anyway enjoy the story, and don't be too mad at me. Trust me I'm mad enough at my self. I'm babbling again aren't I? As for the Warren/Logan/Storm triangle, let's just say that it's about to get a little hot up in here. So enjoy.
Disclaimer: I would die a happy woman if I could just say that the X-men belonged to me, but atlas they don't. So I will continue to live my trivial life wishing that I could be a part of the Marvel Universe. Atlas I dream. These characters belong to those fortunate saps at Marvel Comics. Why couldn't it have been me?
Dedications: (Gethman8) (Mia) (April) (Sango) (wolvieslover) (tiana) (nini) (may) and (sinner) thank you guys/gals for sticking around. Also thanks goes out to my other reviewers and new reviewers that I haven't mentioned. Thanks for reading my stories. I do it for you guys, and I love you for sticking around.
Nate Grey had been driving for hours, and he was trying to figure out how things got to be so bad. One moment he was beyond happy, and was about to marry the woman of his dreams. He envisioned spending the rest of his life by her side as her husband, and he even entertained the thought that she had wanted the same thing. How could he have been so wrong about Jubilee's feelings for him? After all those years of being a couple, how could she just walk away from everything that they had?
He recalled the first day when he met her. It was literally love at first sight for him. The one thing that stood out about her was her crystal clear blue eyes. He had never seen any Asian female that had blue eyes, and he even assumed that she was wearing contacts. He was surprised to find out that his assumption was incorrect.
She was the very quintessence of a beautiful woman, on the inside as well as on the outside. They seemingly got along very well, and soon he realized that he was falling for her. He made his feelings known one day when he passionately kissed her, after they emerged victorious from a dangerous mission. He remembered that day as if it were yesterday.
He had been kidnapped by Sinister, and he thought that the mad man was going to kill him. Then in all of her glory, Jubilee came and saved the day. Of course she brought back up, and they were able to defeat Sinister. He ran away with his tail tucked between his legs, and he was able to leave with a few minor cuts and bruises.
He was honored that this woman thought enough of him to come and help him out of that situation. As they headed to the Blackbird she offered her shoulder for him to lean on. It was then that he pulled her in his arms, and offered her something back in return. They had been together ever since then. Well that is until a few days ago.
There was still a part of him that was angry that she walked away with another man, and then there was another part of him that was angry that he allowed her to. He claimed that he loved her, and yet he let her walk away without even fighting for her. He wasn't about to let this Bobby Drake take what by right was his.
So in one quick instance he turned his car around, and began driving back towards Westchester. He wasn't about to let this man take away the only woman that he had ever dared to love. He wasn't about to let her walk away from him that easily without putting up some kind of fight. He had fought some pretty tough opponents ranging from Apololypse to Sinister. He refused to let one scrawny little man that has power to create ice take what was his. He refused to back down, and he wanted to find out the truth behind Jubilee's true feelings. So he drove back towards the mansion hoping to find the answers to the many questions churning in his head.
Warren Worthington walked into his quiet house, and there was a stack of mail in his arms. He walked over to the couch, and he dropped the mail on it before it could fall on the floor. He took a seat next to the mail, and set off the task of reading the mail. He thumbed through the stack of mail, and noticed that none of the mail was personal mail.
*Bills. Bills. Junk mail. Business proposal. Internet disk. Magazine subscription. Bills. More Bills. Junk mail. Pizza coupon. There's nothing important in here. There's nothing here that I want to read anyway.
When he didn't find anything in the mail, he laid his head on the back of the couch. In a matter of minutes he was fast asleep. His dreams were marred with images of Ororo's naked body, as he held her that fateful night when his life was forever changed. He saw images of her body quivering every time she cried. He had only wanted to comfort her, but somehow she believed that he had wanted to harm her. In the dream he could see the fear in her eyes, and he was aware that he had been the cause of it.
He woke up with a start, and he could do nothing but stare at the blank walls. The thought that she had been afraid of him assaulted his heart, and it felt as if it were being held down by a heavy weight. Why had she been afraid of him, when she should have been more afraid of the man that intended to harm her?
*I would never intentionally hurt her. Would I?
He thought about his previous treatment towards her, and he finally realized that he had been a jerk to her. In all the time that he stayed at the mansion, there had been only one time when he was nice to her. That was when he went to pay her the money that he owed her. She had kissed him, and for a while he enjoyed the kiss. He had enjoyed it immensely, but he had pushed her away. He claimed that he thought of her like a sister, but even then he realized that he was lying. How could he tell her that he had wanted to lay her down that night, and make wild passionate love to her? He respected her too much for that. He didn't want to do something that was going to change the both of their lives. He realized that he would have to eventually leave the X-Men again. That night he refused to consummate a relationship with Ororo, and even went through extreme lengths to push her away. The only thing he didn't contemplate that it was going to hurt him this bad. He wondered if Ororo was feeling as bad as he did at that moment, or rather did she feel relieved that he was gone.
Warren hated these new feelings coursing through his body, and he wanted to end the numb pain in his heart. So he stood to his feet, and he made his way towards his mini bar. He needed a drink, and he even planned on getting wasted. Those were his plans, until he saw the telephone. He changed his direction and walked over to the telephone instead. He picked up the phone, and he called the first number that was on his mind. After a while the phone ranged and ranged, and finally a soft voice rang out. He knew that he couldn't talk, but he still needed to hear her voice before he sunk into a fit of depression.
"Hello?" Ororo asked
However only silence greeted her.
"Hello? Who's this? Is somebody there?"
There was a long pause, and Warren wanted to talk to her so bad. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was, but his words eluded him though no fault of his own. He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't. Just like before.
"Hello?"
She still refused to hang up, and Warren was grateful for that. This meant that he could listen to her voice even longer.
"I know that you're there. I can hear you breathing. Who is this?
There was still no answer.
Suddenly it was like a light had went on in Ororo's head, and she said the first name that came to her mind.
"Warren, is that you?"
For a brief instance Warren was elated that she knew who it was, but at the same time he was afraid that she realized that he had called her. So he did the first thing that he could think of. He hung up the phone. He sat there staring at the phone, and was trying to debate as to whether or not he should call again.
*She didn't sound as if she was still afraid, and maybe she had wanted to apologize.
Just as soon as he was about to reach for the telephone again, it suddenly started to ring. He picked up the phone, and grunted into the receiver. He listened as he heard Ororo's soft voice again.
*She must have used star 69.
"Hello? Is this Warren?
He listened as her voice rang out like some sweet sentimental music.
"If this is you then make some kind of noise, so that I'll know that it's you."
Just as he was about to make the noise that she requested, a sound in the background stopped him.
"Who is it?" Logan asked.
She answered his question with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Warren, please say something."
Warren's smile slowly diminished when he realized that Logan was in Ororo's room. So he quietly hung the phone back up, and stared at it with a look of confusion. He suddenly felt a bout of pure rage dance through his body, and he didn't know what to do. Suddenly the sound of the telephone ringing once again, made him just that much angrier. He grabbed the phone fiercely, and he pulled the cord from the wall. Then he turned around and threw the phone towards the living room. He was enraged at the thought that Ororo had Logan in her bedroom.
*That sure didn't take long did it?
He began throwing different items everywhere, and then he went over to the bar. He looked at the various bottles of liquor, and picked the one with the most alcohol in it. He suddenly began to realize why Bobby turned to the bottle, and he had no problems doing the same thing. He was going to forget about her, and he was going to try everything he could in his power to forget her. However, the thought of her lips being pressed against his still assaulted his mind, and so he could do nothing but cry in his hands. This had been the second time in his life that he has cried over any woman, and he hated himself for being so weak.
Ororo Munroe looked at the phone in her hand, and she soon felt the bed sink behind her as Logan sat behind her. She hung up the phone, and then turned to look at Logan. He gave her a weird smirk, and she couldn't help but smile at the expression on his face.
"Was that him?" He asked.
"I think so, but he didn't say anything."
"No duh. The man's jaw is wired shut."
"Yeah. No thanks to you."
"Well he deserved it." He said as he lay down on the bed.
"No he didn't."
"Ro, do you really think I'm stupid."
"Logan you are one of the smartest men I know."
She turned towards him, and she looked him straight in the eyes.
"Ya got that right darlin, but don't try ta avoid my question."
Ororo averted her eyes back towards her lap, and she didn't know what to say. So she just shook her head from side to side, in attempts to answer his question.
"Speak up Ro. I can't hear you. Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Logan, what are you trying to get at?"
"Why are you doing all of this?"
Her eyes found his once again, and she stared at Logan with a look of confusion.
"Logan, you are not making any sense. What are you talking about?"
"We both know what I'm talking about Ro."
Silence filled the room, and Ororo looked back into her lap knowing all too well what Logan was talking about.
"What? You think that I couldn't smell it? Crap, it hit me like a ton of bricks to my head." Logan said quietly.
Ororo's head shot up in Logan's direction, and she stared at him in shock as he spoke candidly with her.
"I instinctively knew that someone had caught your fancy, because I could smell it. It's pretty obvious that you have some kind of feelings for Warren, because I noticed it every time he walked into the room. Even that night when we found you at the motel, I could smell your arousal a mile away. Now tell me Ro, why all of the mind games?"
"Logan how dare you sit there and judge me. I do not have any feelings for Warren, nor do I ever have any intentions of falling for him."
"That's a load of crap and we both know it."
Ororo stood from the bed and glared at Logan by challenging him with her eyes. She couldn't believe that he was behaving like some jealous boyfriend.
"I don't see how any of this even concerns you Logan."
Logan laughed bitterly, and stood up to meet her challenge. He glared into her eyes, and grabbed onto both of her wrists.
"It concerned me the moment I punched Warren for you."
"Well I didn't tell you to do that. Did I?"
Logan pulled her into his arms, and soon he crushed his lips against hers. They kissed for a moment, and then Logan pulled away. He looked into her eyes, and then he let go of her wrists.
"No you didn't, but I wanted to punch him. I wanted to knock some sense into that empty brain of his. I saw the way he was treating you Ro, and it pissed me off."
"Why did you kiss me Logan?"
"To prove a point."
"Which would be?"
"That your heart belongs to Warren, and that there hasn't been anyone including me, that could ever make that scent come from ya"
"That still doesn't explain why you kissed me."
"I was curious. I wanted to see if I had what takes to make you excited, but I guess I don't."
"Logan."
"Don't. Let's just pretend that this didn't happen. Besides you're in love with another man."
"And you are in love with another woman. So why the charade?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"She's married Ro."
"That hasn't stopped you before Logan. What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid that once her divorce is finalized, I won't be good enough for her. What makes it so bad, is that I would smell the disintegration of our relationship long before it even had a chance ta fall apart."
"Then you just work on making your relationship that much stronger. I don't need enhanced senses to tell me that Jean loves you."
"And it's my enhanced senses that tells me that you're in love with Warren."
"Will you ever stop with that?"
"Only when you stop denying yourself a chance at happiness. You're too beautiful ta be a spinster Ro."
"Logan, I don't know what to do. Surely he hates me now."
Logan walked towards the door, and he opened it quietly. He turned back towards Ororo, and he smiled.
"He doesn't hate you Ro. Trust me. Besides the nose never lies."
He walked out of the room, leaving Ororo to her thoughts. As he walked towards his room, a pair of green eyes stared at him leaving Ororo's bedroom. Instantly Jean was filled with anger, and she stormed off back into her room. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Nate was standing at the mansion door, and was let in by Scott Summers. The man agreed that he could go up to Jubilee's bedroom unescorted. At that time Scott was unaware that Jubilee had company, and he was too busy trying to get ready for the conference that they were about to go to.
So Nate made his way towards her bedroom, and once he got there he barged right into her room without knocking. What he saw angered him in more ways than one. He saw his beloved covered in sheets, and she had sweat glistening all over her body. It was pretty obvious that she had been intimate with Bobby, and so Nate focused all of his anger towards the young man. Bobby was packing a suitcase, and was now fully dressed. He looked up in surprise at the rude interruption.
"How dare you touch her?"
Nate ran towards Bobby, and threw a heavy fist towards him. The punch connected with his face, and Bobby threw out a few punches himself. Pretty soon the two men were fighting tooth and nail, and Jubilee was relieved that they had common sense not to use their powers.
Still as they fought, Jubilee dressed as fast as she could. Once she was dressed, she tried her best to stop them from hurting each other.
"Will you two stop acting like a bunch of babies?" She screamed loud enough to be heard.
Then suddenly a stray fist landed on Jubilee's face, and she fell unmercifully to the ground. Instantly both men stopped their bout, and kneeled down to Jubilee's side.
"Jubes wake up. Are you O.K.?" Bobby asked.
Jubilee's eyes opened up slowly, and she looked into Bobby's eyes.
"Help me up."
Bobby helped her to her feet, as Nate tried to do the same. Jubilee wavered on her feet, and had to lean on both men to regain her footing. She shot both men a dirty look before she was able to stand on her own two feet unaided.
"I want to know one thing. Who hit me?"
Bobby looked guiltily to the ground, and then Nate shoved him in the shoulder as if he was trying to make a point.
"It was me." Bobby said plainly.
Jubilee turned and faced him. She took a hold of his shoulders, and she brought a heavy knee to his groin. He squealed out in pain and shock. He looked at Jubilee with tears now forming in his eyes. She pointed an accusing finger at Bobby, and she began to speak.
"You better make damn well sure that you never hit me ever again, and as for you it's over! I don't need you two fighting over me like I was a piece of meat. Nate, we have had some good times, but the truth of the matter is that I'm in love with Bobby."
"After only day? I find that a little hard to believe."
"No it hasn't been only one day. I've had these feelings long before I even met you."
"So why didn't you marry him then? Why play with my emotions, if you were so in love with him."
"Nate, it wasn't my intention to mislead you. What we had was special, and I'll always remember that. But what kind of woman would I be, if I married you and was in love with someone else. I don't want to be in a relationship like that, and neither do you."
"Tell me what I can do to win you back?"
"I'm sorry, but there is absolutely nothing that you can do to win me back."
"Maybe this is for the best."
"It is. Besides there's no doubt in my mind that you'll find someone worthy of your love, but that person isn't me."
"I guess not."
Nate turned away and walked out of the room. He stopped and looked at Bobby.
"You better to treat her right, because no matter what happens I will always love that woman."
"So will I." Bobby concluded.
"You just treat her right, because if I hear otherwise I'll kill you."
With that he turned and walked out of the room. He was being weak, but he knew that Jubilee wasn't about to come home with him. His heart was breaking all over again, and there was only one person that he could go and talk to. She had been one of his best friends, and so he drove his car towards her house.
*Maybe Threnody can help me to figure out this whole mess.
So he drove towards her house, trying to forget the nagging pain in his heart. He wanted to forget the fact that Jubilee chose him over her. Cheers to the other man.
That's it for this chapter. I know the last fight scene sucked, and for that I'm so sorry. Anyway I hoped you guys/gals liked it. Was it enough to whet your appetite?
Next chapter the gang goes off to their conference, and Jubilee and Storm are the only ones at the mansion. The day goes by with girl talk, makeovers, and movies. Jubes learns of Storm' s true feelings for their blue skinned teammate, and she vows to help these two get their acts together. Also Jean gives Logan the cold shoulder, and Scott informs her that the divorce is finally finalized. Let's just say Jean won't be in a good mood. Lastly Warren's in trouble again, and I wonder whose going to be there to save the day and um.him?
Stay tuned for the next chapter of Angelstorm.
