AN:  OK, I'm making this just a bit AU.  A tiny bit.  Just a tweak for humor's sake.  And credit goes to ninamonkey for a certain section of this.  She knows what. ;)

Shuffling out of the recreational room, Ororo glanced down at her bare feet and gave a small half-frown.  It really was time to repolish her toenails, but the light lilac would have to suffice for now.  Crossing her arms over herself, she idly wondered about everything ranging from the new girl and her powers all the way to if Jean could get a job in an advertising firm.  After all, she could plant lots of subliminal messages in without much trouble. 

The group came to the end of the hallway, and piled into the elevator.  Scott leaned against the back, lazily crossing one foot over the other.  Logan, never one to let anything slip by, mirrored Scott's pose while resting his shoulder against the front wall.  Jean rolled her eyes at the display.  "Could the two of you quit posing for each other?  This is not the OK Corral, and neither of you are Wyatt Earp."  Admonished, Scott leaned forward and stood directly upright, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to the side.  Smirking, Logan briefly raised a single eyebrow to signal his "victory." 

A gentle stop, and the doors slid open.  The girls exited first, Jean still irritated at the constant display of Alpha-male posturing.  "So, Ororo, since the guys are too busy playing 'mine is bigger,' do you want to go to the movies tonight?  Evidently, Scott wants to ignore our date."

Logan's ears perked up at the frustration at Scott evident in Jean's tone.  "What, so that means that you and Ororo are gonna go on a date?"  He smiled, baring a single canine in a lopsided suggestive grin.  "I'd pay to see that goodnight kiss." 

"Logan!" Jean snapped, and then turned back to Ororo.  "So, how about it?"

A faint blush started its slow crawl over Ororo's cheeks.  "I have plans tonight." 

"Plans?  Really?"  Jean perked up at the possibility of gossip.  "With who?  Ororo, are you going on a date?" 

Ororo turned away from Jean's dancing green eyes, attempting to bury her burning face into her oversized cream sweater.  "I believe we are at the Professor's office now." 

Eyes narrowed, but still shining in good humor, Jean reminded Ororo, "We talk about this later."  Scott, the natural leader, reached forward first and opened the mahogany door to the Professor's office.  Gambit and Rogue were already seated on the loveseat, and a girl was curled up in a chair facing the desk.  She looked nervous, ready to bolt at any given moment.

The Professor smiled as his other pupils arrived, and beckoned for them to sit on the couch on the far wall.  Logan, ever standoffish, perched himself on the arm of the couch as the rest sat on the cushioned center.  "My X-Men, this is Taina.  She will be here to learn to control her gifts, just as you did."

Everyone took his or her turn greeting the small-built, dirty dishwater blonde.  No more than fifteen, she managed a small smile for each person, and a slightly larger one for Jean, who she recognized from before.  She also recognized Logan, but still feared him, so she drew herself up into a tighter ball when he acknowledged her.  "Taina's powers," the Professor began, "have no destructive power, but they can be a tad difficult to control." 

Gambit rose, and strode over to Tania, and gently took her hand.  "An' such a pretty thing, too."  Blushing, Tania shrunk back, and squirmed a bit under the attention.  Remy lightly kissed her hand as Rogue smiled on.  She held no envy, if it made the new girl feel better, it didn't bother Rogue one bit.  "Maybe we know each other better later?" 

Tania blushed even further, and suddenly disappeared.  Gambit jumped back in shock.  "What'd I do?" 

The Professor chuckled as Scott, Ororo, and Rogue stared at the seemingly empty chair.  "That would be Taina's gift, Mr. Lebeau."  A flicker, and Tania came back into view, blushing even further now.  "She has the ability to make herself invisible to any of the five senses, or telepathy.  As you can see, she hasn't mastered control yet.  It is still involuntary to a large extent." 

Remy let out a large exhalation, relieved.  "Don't scare me like that again, petite.  It not nice." 

"Where is Katherine?" Ororo inquired. 

"Kitty had to take a quick trip to London, Ororo.  She will return within a few weeks.  Now, if Rogue could please assist Taina to her room, I will speak with you all later.  I must make some preparations for our new guest." 

Rogue carefully slipped an arm around the young girl's shoulders, leading her out first.  Everyone else followed suit, filing out amongst the chatter.  "I see why they asked both Jean and yourself to find the girl, Logan.  Between the two of you, you can access all six senses." 

Logan nodded, and was about to reply when Jean stepped in.  "So, 'Ro, about that date…"

"I believe I was speaking to Logan, Jean."

Jean smiled.  "And now you're not."  Her eyes narrowed in both a subtle hint and an aggressive display.  "Right, Logan?" she tightly bit out.

"Yup.  I wouldn't mind hearing this myself."

Even Scott, who usually discouraged gossip, leaned in with interest.  It had been a while since Storm had gone out for more than a toilet paper run, so he was more than a bit curious.

"Et tu, Summers?" Ororo frowned.

Scott stood up straight, and loftily replied, "As team leader, I believe it is my duty to know where my teammates are, and who they are with, lest they are in danger or compromising security.  And besides," he grinned, "Jean's nose for gossip is rubbing off on me." 

"Hey!"  Jean backhanded Scott across the arm. 

"What?"  Scott rubbed his sore arm.

"I am not gossipy!" 

Sensing her chance to escape, Ororo began sneaking off to her room, hoping to flee unnoticed. "Uh, guys?"  Logan pointed.  "She's getting away."

Ororo began to sprint off, but all those years of battle honed Jean's telekinesis to a point where a running best friend was cake.  So, Ororo now floated back, suspended in a pink bubble that lazily drifted back.  "You are one fried lupine, Logan," Ororo threatened. 

Logan shrugged.  "Worth it." 

Ororo pouted.  "Fine, Jean.  I shall tell you, and only you now.  He is coming to the mansion to pick me up, so the rest of you busybodies can assess him at that point."

A drop of Jean's hand, and Storm was free.  The redhead then shooed off Scott and Logan, promising to make it up to them somehow.  "Now, 'Ro.  Talk." 

"Alright."  Ororo began walking toward the stairway leading to her attic loft.  "His name is Davis.  I happened upon him as he was exiting a surf shop.  He opened the door directly into my face, and sent my purchases flying."

"Sounds like a setup to me," Jean added.

Holding on to the wooden stair rail, Ororo began to climb as Jean ascended alongside.  "Right.  However, he was so clumsy in his efforts to simultaneously apologize, pick up my packages, and get my number that it was almost endearing."

Exiting the stairwell, the two arrived at the attic and entered Ororo's vast room.  Jean sat down on a dark wicker chair as Ororo began to brush her hair in the vanity mirror.  "What does he look like?  Cute, I hope?"

"Well," Storm paused.  "He is tall, blonde, and tan.  Does that work?" she asked hopefully.

Jean laughed.  "Why Storm!  I didn't know you were into that beach bum look.  You should have told me!" Jean mock admonished. 

Rolling her eyes, Ororo glanced over her shoulder.  "I am not, Jean.  He was just adorable in that teenage klutz manner, though."

"Teenage?  Are we robbing the cradle now, dear?"

"No!"

"Then how old is he?"

"I…do not know," Ororo shamefully admitted.

"Fine, fine.  I'll give you the benefit of the doubt."  Jean stood up, and began shuffling through Ororo's makeup drawer.  "But let's make him piss his diaper anyway, shall we?"  Jean smiled a wicked, infectious smile.

"Alright.  Just as long as it is not butt floss, I will be happy."

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Later that evening, Gambit and Logan were hanging out by the kitchen table, waiting for Ororo's date to arrive.  Remy had finally managed to corner Ororo, and she told him about Davis, also.  So, here he was, diddling around with a solitaire game as Logan swigged some beer. 

Remy's head snapped up as he heard footsteps descending the stairs.  After all, he wasn't about to let his Stormy go out in something indecent, like short sleeves.  Nope, his Stormy should be covered up for some guy.  Like in a parka.  Seeing that it was only Jean, Remy slowly exhaled his breath through his nose.  How long can it take a girl to get ready? 

Jean clapped her hands.  "You guys ready to see our Storm?" 

Logan shrugged his shoulders, and Remy muttered, "Ready with the parka when you are."

"Good.  'Ro, come down now!"

Remy braced for the worst.  Usually, whenever the girls played "makeover," it resulted in some style of dress and makeup that was best left behind on a hotel room floor.  Like hell he was letting Stormy go out like that.  But, when he caught a glimpse of her, it was from the side, and he was impressed.  Her hair was left down, and she was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with a long black skirt.  "You look nice, Stormy."

"Thank you, and do not call me that."  Logan nodded in appreciation, but almost fell out of his chair when Ororo turned to walk away.  Her modest-looking shirt dipped down low enough in front to expose a lot of cleavage, and there was a slit up that skirt that ended mid-thigh. 

Remy noticed, also, and hopped out of his seat.  "You need to put a jacket on, padnat."

Arching an eyebrow, Ororo replied, "It is not as if I will get cold, Remy."

"Yeah, but he might get too hot," Logan countered. 

The doorbell rang, and the kitchen assembly heard Scott call out that he got it.  Jean shooed Ororo back upstairs, saying that Davis needed to wait a bit, it was only proper.  Ororo rolled her eyes, but conceded anyway. 

As Storm went back upstairs, Jean went out to the foyer to meet Ororo's date as Remy and Logan peered around the corner. 

"Dat's Davis?" Remy questioned, a note of disbelief evident.  "You could crush him under your shoe, Wolverine."

Logan snorted, and pretended to look at the bottom of his shoe.  "What's this gunk I've got on my boot, Gumbo?"

"Look like Davis, homme."

Seeing the blond boy nod at Scott and start moving toward the kitchen, Logan and Remy scrambled to their previous spots, attempting to look nonchalant.  Remy winked at Logan, beckoning him to play along. 

"Hello.  I'm Davis Cameron, Ororo's date." 

Logan slowly looked up and down Cameron's frame.  "Don't look like much." 

Remy glanced up from his card game.  "Hmmm.  So, pay up now."

Davis wrinkled up his forehead in confusion.  "What?"

Flipping another card onto the pile, Remy stated, "Pay up now.  You ain't taking her out, den paying."

Blinking, Davis stood with his mouth hanging open.

"We ain't got all day, Davy," Logan added, letting a note of anger creep in.

"I…what?"

Remy tossed another card aside.  "Look.  It obvious to me that 'Roro must have allowed you to hire her.  I'm her pimp.  Pay up."

Davis sputtered, and tried to formulate words.  "Bu…but…we're…I didn't…she's a prostitute?"

"Non.  You not in her league, though.  Only way dis must have happen is that you hired her." 

Ororo happened to come down just then, and catch the tail end of the conversation.  "Ignore them, Davis.  They are just being overprotective, is all." 

Turning to the sound of Ororo's voice, Davis gave a goofy grin, and spluttered, "Gee, Ororo.  You look nice." 

"Thank you.  I shall be along in a moment.  Go grab your jacket from the entrance."  As Davis nodded and left, Ororo's voice dropped to a low, soft breath as she leaned in close.  "And if the static electricity would not ruin my hair, you both would be feeling my wrath."  A rumble of thunder backed up her threat as she quickly stood up, and imperiously strode away. 

Logan looked over at Remy, a grin teasing at his lips.  "I think you're in trouble."

Remy nodded.  "Yeah."  He flicked another card to the discard pile.  "But when she leaned over to threaten me, it was a really nice view."  Gathering his cards, he stood and began to walk to Rogue's room as Logan twisted off another beer top and laughed.

AN2:

Stormfreak:  Yes, they'll all end up nekkid.  Just not together.  I really hope they shower at some point.  Eww.

Amelia, Ororis Storm, and Sioned136:  Thanks!

Ninamonkey:  Hope you like the borrow.  It kinda inspired me.  ;)

Wahinetoa:  *points up*  Remy's up thataway.  Plus, he'll get more focus time soon.  I always thought that Scott and Ororo should just be able to jam on guitars, I'm glad I'm not the only one.