A/N - Thank you everyone for your reviews. It's always nice to get them.

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Chapter Eight - Blue Eyes

"Vhat do you think is going on vith Logan and Ororo, Professor?" Kurt asked as he looked around the hotel dining room.

"What do you mean exactly, Kurt?" Charles asked, looking up from his menu.

"I think Logan likes her," Kurt said quietly, feeling a little foolish after having spoken.

"I would definitely agree with that observation," Charles said with a smile.

"You can read his mind?" Kurt asked.

"Logan has a mind that is very difficult to penetrate. But no, Kurt I try never to read one's mind without their permission unless there are extenuating circumstances. I simply observed that Logan seems more settled, calmer if you will, when he's near Ororo. She seems to have that effect on most people," the Professor said as he looked intently at Kurt.

"Ja. She is a beautiful lady both physically and spiritually."

"She is indeed," the Professor agreed.

"So, um, do you think they vill be joining us?"

"Well, I'll call Ororo but if you like you can check yourself."

"Ja. I shall be back," Kurt said as he jumped out of his chair and hurried out of the dining room.

"So you're the great Charles Xavier?"

Charles looked up at the lady who was questioning him.

"I am Charles Xavier although I lay no claim to greatness or at least not much," he chuckled quietly.

"Here," the lady shoved an envelope at him.

"This is for Logan, why give it to me?"

"I'm just following orders," she smiled, bowed and skipped out of the dining room.

The slender Japanese lady intrigued Charles but he let her go without protest as he had sensed no ill will from her. He turned the white envelope over in his hands wondering who had sent it. So far his contacts had been reluctant, to say the least, in revealing any information they might have regarding Logan. By the look of the envelope it appeared that the same person was still trying to contact Logan. Charles felt they would continue to try to reach him no matter who or what was attempting to stop them.

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Logan knocked on Ororo's door hoping to have breakfast with her and hopefully alone. When there was no response he sighed, more disappointed than he cared to admit. He knew she was an early riser and wondered had she already gone down to eat. He leaned against the door when his sensitive hearing picked up a subtle noise coming from within the room and grinned as he heard the sound of water running. He knocked again. When she still didn't respond he tried the doorknob. The door was unlocked so he stuck his head in. His senses were immediately assaulted by the aroma that was Ororo.

"Ro! Hey, you decent?"

The water stopped running but still she didn't answer. He stepped into the room and called out again. A crash was the only response. He hurried to the bathroom and let himself in. He saw Ororo on her knees wrapped in a short white towel picking up pieces of glass off the floor. He knelt beside her and began to help her.

"I have it, Logan, there's no need to bother yourself," she stammered.

"Wouldn't want you cutting those pretty hands," He said and continued picking up shards.

"A few pieces of glass overcome Storm? Hardly," she said without looking at him.

After the glass was disposed of he tried to help her up but she pulled away from him.

"You okay?"

"Fine. I just need to get dressed."

He didn't make a move to leave but instead looked around the small bathroom. He took in the contents on the counter and looked at Ororo strangely. Frowning he yanked her off the floor and turned her around so she was facing him.

"Logan . . .!"

He pulled her face up so she was forced to look at him and when she did he was completely taken aback by what he saw. Ororo looked at him with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Large, clear, beautiful blue eyes.

"Staring is rude," Ororo said as she turned away from him.

"I'm sorry, darlin' I just didn't expect that. Blue contacts?" He asked as he looked at the saline solution and contact holder on the counter. "Wait! No! Brown contacts! But why?"

Ororo wanted to laugh at her own silliness but she looked up into the mirror meeting Logan's eyes.

"Long story short, white hair, blue eyes, young girl homeless teased and treated cruelly by anyone and everyone. I just wanted to be normal," she looked down at the eye paraphernalia scattered before her. "So now you know."

Logan felt as if he'd really put his foot in his mouth. Maybe eye color was like hair color with women and you just never asked. He turned her around to face him, his hand lifting her chin so her eyes looked into his.

"It's none of my business . . ."

"It's really very silly of me," Ororo said, her eyes looking downward.

"Why, because you just want to be treated like everyone else? There's nothing stupid about that. Look at the elf and his image inducer. It's tough out there when you're different, I know."

"You fit in a little better than me with my white hair and blue eyes though."

He shrugged, letting his hand stroke her hair. "Why not dye your hair then?"

She gave a rueful laugh and said, " My hair doesn't take dye well. I discovered that as a teenager. Green, purple, hideous yellow-you may recall the yellow tint I had when I first met you. Wigs are too confining. Cutting it's about as much as I can do only it grows like a weed."

"I like it long-long and white. You have beautiful hair, Ororo." He was running his hands through her hair and she closed her eyes enjoying the caress.

"And beautiful eyes," Logan said when she opened them.

She saw understanding and acceptance in his hazel eyes and she smiled. "I am building up my courage slowly. One day I will go sans contacts but in the meantime I must get ready so out with you! Give a girl her privacy!"

He enjoyed hearing her laugh though he left reluctantly.

"Hand me my dress will you please? It's on the bed," Ororo called out.

Logan picked the dress up and held it out to admire it. It was a sexy number he thought-white and gold, flimsy and flowing and it looked to be cut pretty low.

"Hey! Vas taking you two so long?" Kurt's blue face was peeping in from the half-shut door. "I don't think that is a very good color for you, meinem freund."

"Ya think? Hmm, maybe I should try blue, eh?"

"Ja!" Kurt laughed. "Everyone looks good in blue, just ask Dr. McCoy!"

"Logan! Can I have my dress?" Ororo's demanded impatiently. She stuck her head out and frowned at Logan but when she saw Kurt she laughed. "Alright! Room service it is! Please order two croissants and some green tea for me. We can all eat in bed!"

Logan and Kurt looked at each other. Kurt looked away almost bashfully but Logan grinned. "You stayin'?" he asked.

"Nein, I am dining vith the Professor." And Kurt bamfed out of the room clearly disconcerted.

"Suit yourself!" Logan laughed. "You know what they say, two's company . . ."

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German Translations

Ja - Yes

Meinem freund - my friend

Nein - No