A/N - I have been trying to post this chapter for weeks now but unfortunately fanfiction.net hasn't been letting many of us update new chapters. I was able to post a second chapter to another story but foolishly thought the system was fixed and since it was very late decided to download it the next day. Next day came and I found I couldn't post once again! It's been a little frustrating. I guess frustrating for everyone, all us authors and all us readers but what're you going to do?

Also fanfiction.net lost some of the reviews on June 5th so to those that are missing I can only say thank you so much for taking the time to review and telling me your thoughts. For the other reviewers who's reviews remain as always I'm very grateful. You are all the greatest!

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Chapter Ten - The Wild One

Ororo hadn't meant to be nosey. She'd gone to talk to Logan and found his door slightly ajar and she had just peeked in to make sure everything was all right. When she saw he wasn't in the room she'd started to go back and wait with Kurt but hearing voices coming from the balcony, one sounding like a woman's, made her change her mind. She was more than a little surprised to find Logan embracing an attractive Japanese woman on the balcony. She felt as if an ice cold vice had gripped her heart.

"Time truly does seem to heal," she said softly to herself no longer doubting that Logan was over Jean.

Logan pushed Yuiko away from him and looked at Ororo.

"Your girlfriend can't leave you alone for a minute!" Yukio laughed.

Logan ignored her. "Ro this is the person who was trailing us." He grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her past Ororo and into the hotel room.

"Hi! I'm Yukio, an old chum of Logan-San's," Yukio grinned and winked at Ororo who was utterly confused by now.

"I'm Ororo Munroe," Ororo said quite brusquely, her eyes turning white almost unconsciously.

"Not another one!" Yukio smacked her forehead in frustration.

"Another what?" Logan barked.

"Mutant! What else? But forget it, what's one more? But I didn't come here to meet your girlfriend, Logan. I came to warn you."

"Warn me of what?"

"The Silver Samurai is after you. Means to kill you."

"What's a Silver Samurai?"

"And why would they want to kill Logan?"

"Puh-lease! One at a time!" Yukio shrieked. She clawed at Logan's hands but he kept a firm grip on her. "It's a very long story and if you don't let me go, Logan I'm not going to be too inclined to tell you."

Logan shook her till her teeth nearly rattled in her head growling rather menacingly.

"Logan let her be," Ororo said quietly but firmly.

He growled again, not pleased with her order but he released her.

"Man, you can be such a gentleman sometimes-sheesh!" Yukio stuck her tongue out at him.

Logan and Ororo looked at each other, one felt like strangling the woman and the other felt like laughing but in that one look, Logan and Ororo felt a connection, something the observant Yukio didn't miss. Logan seemed to calm visibly and Ororo seemed much more assured of herself.

"Look, if you know me from my past then you should know not to play games with me," Logan tried to reason with Yukio.

"You . . . really don't remember me . . . do you?"

Logan shook his head impatiently. Yukio imagined he was counting to ten as he looked at her. By the look on his face she felt he must think she was the most annoying person he'd ever met. She took a deep breathe. A little bit of her heart felt as if it was breaking but she would die before she let anyone see her pain. Putting on her best devil may care grin she decided to tell him what he wanted to know and get out of there as soon as possible.

"Okay already! I'm a lowly ex-girlfriend. Not bitter, still beautiful, and we remained friends which is why I came to warn you. You've been warned and I'm out of here!" Yukio gave a quick wave and before either Logan or Ororo could stop her she was racing out onto the balcony.

"Logan! What's she doing?" Ororo asked as Yukio leapt onto the railing again.

Logan shook his head. "I think she's crazy."

"Miss, please come down. Everything's going to be okay," Ororo spoke softly as if she were speaking to a child. She began to walk slowly towards Yukio.

"I've given you all the help I can, Logan. The Silver Samurai means to kill you. Look sharp," her voice trembled slightly as she spoke then she jumped off the balcony.

"No!" Logan tried to grab her but he was too late.

"I'll get her!" Ororo leapt up into the air, her feet barely touching the rail and summoning the wind she dove head first after Yukio.

Logan watched helplessly as Ororo shot through the air. When she'd jumped up on the rail just like Yukio he'd nearly lost his breakfast. He leaned over the balcony his arms gripping the rail so hard his knuckles were white. Only when Ororo caught Yukio and he saw Ororo rising upwards did he realize he'd been holding his breath.

"Whoa! You can fly! Cool!" Yukio shouted in perfect glee.

"Are you mad, woman or do you hate living?"

"I'm not mad at you Wind-Rider and I'm definitely not suicidal just a gal having fun!"

Ororo said nothing. She had no idea what to make of Yukio. Ororo dropped Yukio back onto the balcony and hovered above Yukio and Logan for a moment as if waiting to see if the woman would dare to jump again. After a few minutes she descended slowly, her eyes fading slowly from white to brown.

"Ro! Ro you okay?" Logan grabbed her when she touched down.

"I'm fine, Logan. I'm fine," she reassured him. She was surprised by the intensity of his concern but even more so when he turned to Yukio and started yelling at her.

"What's wrong with you? Are you crazy woman? What kind of fool are you?"

"Oh, Logan! Y-you used to be so full of fun and daring-just like me! Well you couldn't die and that does takes a lot of the fun out of it but still you used to be so different," Yukio said thoughtfully, her voice full of pain.

"Some would call that madness, Yukio," Ororo said.

"Whoa, calm down, Ororo and hey I didn't need you to save me. I can take care of myself."

"By jumping to your death?"

"I came up this way and I can get back down no problemo!"

"She is crazy," Logan muttered.

"It's not crazy, it's exhilarating. Its wild and fun and everything I live for. Free falling through the air's just like skydiving only more thrilling."

"That's just nuts."

"Maybe to you but to me it's living. It's the thrill of living life to the fullest."

"But you could've died," Ororo said.

"I never fall and when I die I die."

"What're you, a mutant too?" Logan asked.

"No, just lucky and smart. I live as I want to-follow no man's rules."

"Look, just tell me who this Silver guy is."

"You'll find out soon enough," Yukio said with a sad shake of her head.

Logan, having lost all patience, threw Yukio against the wall and shoved a set of claws at her throat.

"Okay, you don't have to be such a kill joy. He's the head of one of the biggest crime organizations in Japan. I don't know why he wants to kill you. If I did I would tell you, honest I would. But won't it be fun trying to find out?"

"Logan, let her go," Ororo said sternly.

Logan turned and looked at Ororo. He could actually feel his blood pressure dropping when he looked at her. Yukio took advantage of his distraction and swiftly leapt up and over the balcony, her laughter drifting up to them almost manically.

Ororo leaned over the balcony and watched fascinated as Yukio bounded almost cat like from balcony to balcony until she disappeared. When they heard someone scream Logan looked but saw nothing. He figured the crazy woman had let herself into someone's room and shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't concerned about Yukio even though he appreciated her efforts to help him. He saw Yukio for what she was, there was no help for her and no need to waste time worrying about her. She was a lot like him.

"You certainly know how to pick them," Ororo said.

Logan grunted but said nothing.

"Well at least we know what's what now-kill Logan. I think we should go back home."

"What, before you get yer dip in the pool?"

"This isn't funny, Logan. If someone really wants to kill you it makes no sense to remain here."

"Nope. I'm not running but maybe checking into another hotel wouldn't be a bad idea."

"There's no point to that now. Apparently you've done a pretty good job of convincing them that I'm your girlfriend which leaves us all vulnerable whether you're here or somewhere else."

"Whaddya mean I convinced them? Who was the one sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?"

"Who was the one trying to kiss me at the museum?"

"Who was the one who used flying as an excuse to cop some feels?"

"What! Who was the one who tried to kiss me before Kurt interrupted you?"

"Who was the one who wanted me in their bed this morning?"

"That is not what I wanted!"

"Oh yeah? You jumped all over me and tried to take my clothes off!"

"I was just going to give you a massage!"

"See!"

"Logan!"

Logan pulled her to him and kissed her. No ceremony, no soft hesitant peck- he kissed her long and hard. He held her so tight she felt he was going to crush her yet she clung to him as tightly as she could.

"Well?"

Ororo looked at Logan, her breath coming hard and fast. She didn't understand what he meant; all she wanted was for him to kiss her again. She leaned her head against his chest keeping her arms around him.

"Well . . . you want to be . . . ?"

"Want to be what?"

Their eyes met both barely breathing.

"Be my girl as Cyclops would say,-or maybe he'd ask a girl to go steady."

Ororo laughed though she didn't mean to but she couldn't help it.

"It's not that funny, darlin'."

"Oh, Logan I think it's cute and sweet."

"I was just kidding anyway," Logan's voice was a quiet grumble. He turned away from Ororo and went back into his room. He felt like shutting the sliding door behind her but realized he would be acting childish if he did.

Ororo felt foolish. He had taken her by surprise and she hadn't known whether he was serious or not. They had just been kidding around. She hadn't expected to fall into his arms and kiss him like she was desperate and hadn't been kissed in years no matter how true it was. It was embarrassing how badly she'd wanted him to kiss her and hold her and now she didn't know what to say or do. Without thinking she summoned a strong wind that took her up to the roof of the hotel. She had to think, had to collect her thoughts. Things were getting too complicated and too many complications could be dangerous.