Disclaimer: A whole host of new characters are mine. Please don't use them. Of course, the X-Men and other such characters involved in the comic, books and the movie belong to Marvel, and new ones are mine. Also the plot is my own.

Jenny: Lol, I know it's a biggish word for Logan, but it was the only word that summed up how Logan thinks he feels about it. "Foolish love, passion" Etc. Your dictionary reference sums it up great. I still don't know how to get them to admit! I'm having as much difficulty as Logan!

Omala Moola: Lol, that's the problem with Logan, he's a stubborn character. Though Aurora is somewhat gentler. (Note on how I tend to describe him wolf- like and her cat-like)

Lone Eagle: Yeah, I had to hint that Stryker's work wasn't completely over, cos it works really well into my stories.. And leaves room for more danger.. Good little quote at the end. Sums it up great!

Blix: Not Logan's fault. ;.;

Chapter 58

Mood had turned somewhat foul. Logan stalked the corridor sharply, feet heavily guiding him. A mild snarl was heard as he breathed slowly, chest heaving. A few students were lingering in the corridors quietly; puzzled and curious as to what had happened when the elder mutants had left the manor.

But the air was tense, and the students huddled away as Logan passed by in a sulk. Logan ignored them completely, eyes trained on the door as the end of the corridor. The one he was heading for. He found himself trailing aurora's scent and following her. He knew why.. but he didn't want to.. Continuously his mind shouted 'no' and tried to remind him of who he was.. A loner, a outcast.. a mutant..

But wasn't Aurora all of those? Wasn't she in need of fulfilment also?

She was.

And that's what made Logan pursue his course.

And so he kept walking, not really sure of where he was going, he just knew that he had to go, no matter how much his mind began to pollute him with negative thoughts, bad outcomes, hatred, heartache, and anything else it could throw in to weigh his already tired heart. Logan continued his path, prowling by the innocence of the students, snarling at those who looked at him questioningly. He incessantly was witnessing the familiar scent of Aurora and it lured him towards her, like an animal on its prey. Well, he was in that frame of mind, Growling and vicious, movements silent and awed by the students.

The words of Charles continuously flooded into his mind, repeating, replaying. Each string of advice being heard by, but not necessarily took notice of, even though he was heading towards Aurora. He glanced idly out of the window as he passed, for the sky outside had considerably darkened for clouds had dragged themselves over and was threatening rainfall.

Logan moved faster, turning up the staircase of the main entrance and hurrying his steps up towards the upper floor. His pace was continuous, no slowing or consideration to his actions. Then, all of a sudden he frowned, not pausing however, but he became unsure. He glanced upwards. Aurora's scent continued right up through the roof..

Why the hell was she on the roof?!

With a mild rush of panic and curiosity, the Wolverine turned to one of the large windows that had been left conveniently open. However, when he passed through the window, the scent of Aurora came stronger, since this too had been her choice of route.

The slates of the roof of Xavier Manor were damp from the night's course of rain. A rather treacherous journey. But the traditional build of British manors continued here too, and some flat levels of roof made his travelling easier. He leapt lightly around a chimneystack, stepping over the bay of an upper window and round a small vent. The sky had darkened some more as clouds continued to pass over.. But there he saw her, perched gently on the crest of the slate tiled roof.

The sun still managed to send rays down upon the scene.. but just as Logan was sat in wait, the heavens let down a gentle wash of summer rain. This, and the ominous glow of the sun from the heavens meant there was no better moment.

In fact, this was the perfect moment.

No more would he be plagued by the memory of Jean.

He had decided.

And like Charles Xavier had told him those minor few years ago. Jean had made a choice.

It was time for his.

And he had decided.

Aurora remained quiet as she watched the stunning view the British countryside had to offer. Her back leant gently against the cool bricks of a chimneystack, her legs holding her up down the sloping roof. A bandage sat on a shoulder and around her hips where the bullets had struck her. Little blood was passing since her speedier healing process was taking care of it for her. Logan's speedier healing process..

After all the events over that week she was glad to finally have some time to herself. And so here she was, sat outside, enjoying the view, regardless to the gentle rain. The rainfall was warm and felt pure against her now wet skin. It was heavenly and cleansing to her memories of the incidents.

Silver eyes watched out of lightly blinking lids, remaining peaceful and tranquil to her surroundings. The course of rain still pattered upon her gently, her body quickly becoming damp. Locks of hair slipped over her brow, dripping gentle droplets over her cheeks and noe tips to run down past her jaw and down her slim neck.

A quiet noise instantly caught her attention. A flinch of ears caught the direction and she glanced that way. Nothing. Assuming her mind was playing tricks after the medication she turned to watch the lush greenery of the surroundings.

Logan steadied himself gently upon the edge of the roof, walking quietly across the stone ledge before he hopped lightly to the crest of the roof fold. Aurora had promptly looked away before his path to her. His feet tread with animalistic perfection as he continued to the unsuspecting mutant.

"Aurora?" He quietly called. Her head turned to him in mild surprise, but her features softened to a smile. Logan lowered his head to stare absently at the tiles below him, watching at how the beautiful glow made them glimmer from the ever-falling rain.

At his following silence, Aurora spoke up, eyes watching him curiously, "Hey.. What's wrong?" She asked gently, a frown starting.

Logan shook his head, stepping over to her before he crouched gently beside her on the balls of his feet. He made a thoughtful sigh, elbows resting on his bent knees whilst he studied the floor between his legs quietly, "No.. nothin' is wrong.."

"Logan?" She questioned again, "What is it?"

He glanced to her slowly; his usual hard features and narrow glare softening as they always managed to do for Aurora. His brow lifted and stiff jaw relaxed.

No words needed..

No words..

As he watched her, the way she looked at him.. it reminded him so much of their night on the beach.. the way the moon just cast a perfect glow upon her, just like the sun was doing now, hazily through the warm rain.

There was no going back.

"Aurora.." He softly said, lowering from his crouch to sit beside her, now at her height. His upper torso twisted to her. And he studied her gently whilst her responding gaze was puzzled, amused, and hopeful all at the same time.

It was the happenings at the beach all over again. But this time.. there was so much more behind his actions. He leant forward gently, and he felt her breath draw in softly as he came closer. Then, without any words, he gently kissed her.

No words.

When he felt their lips met. He knew the feeling was mutual. The space between them closed as arms lifted to embrace and draw the other closer. The rain still fell gently around them, Logan too now saturated from the summer showers.

All of a sudden, Aurora snapped her head away as she winced. Logan felt as though he had just tried to swallow a stone. He froze and his throat lodged. His breathing lodged and his air supply refused to help him.

No..

She glanced to him slowly, a grimace of pain on her features. He glanced down, an exhale of relief breathing through his nose as he realised he had touched the bandaged wound on her hip. He shook his head gently, cursing himself mentally for fearing the worst.

"I'm sorry.." He muttered, tone low and rough.

Aurora shook her head, a true smile upon her lips and a sparkle in her eyes that he had never witnessed before, "Don't be.." She softly replied, before leaning in to once more kiss him again.

No words needed to express..

I hope this is good! After all you guys have waited two stories for this chapter! I hoped it had cause for Kleenex!