A/N: I forgot to mention it in chapter one: I don't own these characters.

Logan glanced up from the card game as the entire mansion shook from a deep roll of thunder. The lights flickered momentarily, threatening to leave him in inky black darkness. Across from him, Scott Summers raised a slender eyebrow. Even though Logan couldn't see the other man's eyes on account of the red quartz glasses, he was sure Scott's expression was every bit as puzzled as his own. Bobby Drake glanced back and forth between his two teachers. In the distance a door slammed.

"Do you think that's 'Ro?" commented Logan nonchalantly, seemingly undisturbed by the sudden severe weather outbreak.

"I thought she was going out with Mr. Wagner tonight," stated Bobby with a shrug, returning to studying his hand of cards.

"Do you think…." began Scott only to be interrupted by the sound of another door slamming followed by more thunder.

Logan calmly set his cards facedown on the table. It was a shame that he was going to have to fold; he had finally gotten a decent hand. "Bobby, go to bed."

The teenager knew better to argue with Wolverine. He tossed his cards down on the table and pushed his chair back. He muttered a "good night" and quickly made himself scarce.

Scott and Logan stared at each other for a moment and then simultaneously turned their cards over. Wolverine cursed loudly while Cyclops let out a victorious whoop. Logan slouched down in his chair. Must he always lose to pretty boy, even at poker?

"So, what will it be?" asked Logan, sweeping up the cards. "Angry African goddess or moody teleporting elf?"

Scott let out a short, bark-like laugh. "You really think those two got into it?" He was answered by another thunderclap. Scott shook his head. "I'll talk to Ororo. You can hunt down Kurt."

Logan nodded brusquely and then stood, twisting his neck from side to side. His metal plated spinal column cracked loudly in protest. He followed Scott out of the common room and then headed off in the opposite direction.

He could feel the potential energy in the air as he stepped out into the humid night. The atmosphere was crackling with Storm's power, reflecting her grim mood. Logan tilted his chin slightly, breathing in deeply. He was flooded with thousands of different scents, but he was looking for just one. A breeze picked up, carrying with it the musty scent of the blue teleporter.

Logan headed down a gravel pathway that wound its way through one of the many elaborate gardens that covered the mansion grounds. The scent of rain-drenched rose blooms assaulted his acute senses. Dew soaked his shirt sleeves as he brushed past the bushes. He stopped when he came across a shadowy figure bent in prayer. Logan waiting respectfully for Nightcrawler to finish before moving to the teleporter's side.

Kurt finished his prayer, but continued to stroke the rosary beads in a nervous fashion. He didn't turn towards his companion as Logan crouched down beside him. The pair sat in the deafening silence, listening to the chirruping chorus of the grasshoppers. After a few moments, Logan spoke up.

"'Ro is pissed, you know."

"You do not say?" replied Kurt sarcastically.

"Hey, don't kill the messenger!" replied Logan, holding his hands up defensively. He glanced up to towards the rolling storm clouds that blotted out the star-filled sky. "It is kinda obvious when she's in a 'mood', isn't it?"

"A 'mood'?" stated Kurt, laughing sharply. "If this is a 'mood,' I would hate to see her truly angry."

"Believe me, it's scary," replied Logan knowingly.

Kurt smiled wryly and nodded. Seconds passed, but neither one spoke. Rain began to fall; it pattered against the leaves and the gravel of the walkway.

"Do you think she is crying?" asked Kurt softly, turning his bright yellow eyes to the sky.

"What do you think?" answered Logan roughly.

The blue German winced and shrunk away. "It is my fault."

"Yeah."

Kurt shot Logan a nasty look. "You are very supportive, ja?" he commented sourly.

"Just telling it like it is," replied the Canadian, stretching out his legs.

"Ja. A lot of good that did me," muttered the teleporter.

"Elf, what happened?"

Kurt glanced towards Logan. It was the first time he had ever heard any hint of sincerity in the gruff man's voice. He studied Wolverine's eyes for a moment. Then he let out a heavy sigh and told Logan everything that had happened that night, from the scene at the restaurant to the fight on the doorstep.

Logan scowled and rubbed his knuckles absentmindedly. "I would have fried that hag on the spot if I were 'Ro."

Kurt let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Fortunately, you are not Ororo."

There was another awkward pause. The rain had eased to a light mist. Logan wondered if Scott was having any luck upstairs.

"You love her, don't you?" asked the Canadian without warning.

"Was?" gasped Kurt, leaping away as if he had been physically assaulted.

Logan fixed him with a stern glare. "Come on, elf. It's obvious. I've seen how you act like a lovesick idiot around her."

Kurt turned away, his cheeks burning. He pretended to study the grass for a moment. Then he muttered under his breath. "Yes. I do love her."

The other man nodded. "Have you told her yet?"

The blue German shrugged. "Not really…"

"In other words, the answer is 'no'."

"No. I have not told her of my feelings."

"Well, there's no time like the present," commented Logan, getting to his feet.

"You mean now?" squeaked Kurt.

"Yes, now," replied the Canadian, reaching down and hauling the other man to his feet.

"I…I cannot!"

"Yes, you can," growled Logan. It was obvious he wasn't going to leave any room for argument.

Kurt whimpered and allowed himself to be guided towards the mansion. He fought the urge to teleport. He knew if he ran away now it would not be pleasant when Logan found him again. The pair stepped into the brightly lit front foyer. Logan gave Kurt a half-hearted push.

"Go get her, Romeo."

Kurt muttered to himself in German and then teleported half-way down the hall. He began to head towards the staircase, but then he paused. There was no sense in seeing Ororo without some sort of peace offering. Kurt teleported to the kitchen. He quickly set to work creating his masterpiece, the triple chocolate sundae. No woman would be able to resist him.

To be continued…