The black and white photograph showed the very tops of a large line of trees, a few wispy clouds, a bright sunny day from the look of the lighting, and a figure flying above the trees in the distance. Logan reached out and caressed the lone figure with a rough finger tip through the smooth glass of the frame. He couldn't make out her features but the flowing cape of long hair told him that it was her. Logan's hand fell quickly to his side just before a voice came from behind him.

"It's an amazing photograph isn't it." She asked in a soft classical voice that sent chills up and down his spin.

He could hear her coming towards him with out having to look at her. "It's beautiful, 'Ro. Musta gotten a real good photographer to take it."

Ororo stood next to Logan and looked at the photograph that sat on the mantel about the fireplace in the library.

"Alexandria took it." She told him as she straitened the photograph unnecessarily. Then Ororo pointed out a couple more black and white framed photographs. One was of Rouge and Remy sitting near the lake as the sun was setting, one was of the Professor sitting in front of the large window in his office looking out at something, one was of a group of kids that Logan barely recognize since the last time he had seen them they had all be ankle bitters, and the last was one of Ororo and Jean sitting on the old wooden swing in the back yard.

"She took all of these."

Logan looked over the photographs with a warm smile. Alexandria had a gift. "She's good."

Ororo nodded her head as she smiled in a way that only a proud mother could. "She loves photography and is hardly ever without a camera." Ororo paused for a moment and when she spoke again her voice had taken on a different tone. "She wants to be a photojournalist like my father was."

"David would be proud." Logan said softly as they continued to look over the photographs. He know how much she still missed her parents and how much she had longed for them to know her own children.

Ororo nodded her head again. "Indeed he would be."

Neither said another word for a long time. Ororo moved away from the mantel and over to one of the tall windows. She looked out over the grounds and watched as a few leaves fell off a near by tree. Logan walked over and sat on the arm of one of the leather chairs and watched Ororo. There was so much to be said but either one knew how to start. After a few more moments of silence it was Logan who broke the stillness.

"So, you and Jeannie huh?"

"Yes, Logan, and this conversation would go much smoother if you would get on past that small fact." Ororo said as she turned away from the window. She had seen how he had looked at them. She'd seen that look all to often from the people who could never have seen a relationship between she and Jean happening.

"Never took you to be a lesbian, 'Ro." Logan said as he watched the graceful way Ororo folded her arms across her stomach. She hadn't changed at all over the years. She was just as beautiful and just as break taking as she was on the night he figured out he was in love with her.

Ororo leaned against the window frame. She looked into Logan's pale blue eyes and then she traced the few weathered lines on his face with her eyes as she spoke. "I wasn't one until I was one, Logan." Ororo had never liked labels. She was just who she was. A woman who'd been with, cared for, and loved people. A woman who had only truly loved two people her whole life in such a total and complete way. One man and one woman. Wasn't that what mattered? The way she felt about the person and not what the person happened to be?

Logan just nodded his head. He had known that at one time Ororo and Yukio had been lovers, but his mind couldn't wrap it's self around her and Jean. "I don't understand Ororo. I thought you and Jean were always like sisters."

"We were, but things changed." Ororo walked over and sat in the leather chair across from Logan. She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the tops of her thighs as she looked down at her french tip manicured finger nails. "It just happened. Neither one of us were looking for anything remotely like this. After your," Ororo paused and lifted only her eyes to look at him. "death, things around here changed."

Logan slide off the arm of the chair and into the chair it's self as he nodded. "Got some of the details from, Lex." Logan emphasized the word, some, and then gave Ororo a half grin. "She told me about Cyke and Jeannie getting a divorce. And about Jeannie and you having remarried. She left out the part about it being to each other though."

Ororo nodded as if she understood why her daughter had left that part out. "Jean helped me a great deal with my grief. I'd fallen into a depression of sorts and she pulled me out of it. Then when she found out about Scott and Emma I returned the favor. Things didn't start to really change between us until about five years ago. We started to spend more time alone together, not as parents, or teammates, but just as us."

Logan watched as Ororo began to twist one of the bands she wore on her left hand, and he could feel his chest tighten when he noticed she still wore his ring as well.

"It all happened in a moment that neither one of us saw coming. We'd gone to the city for a weekend of Broadway. It was a combine mother's day gift from the children. Everything between Jean and I changed that night. We were alone, just the two of us in the hotel. We talked most of the night about our lives and about how we felt about the children, about our lives, about each other. We're still not sure who kissed who first." A small but amazingly bright smile crossed Ororo's face. "We've been together ever since. We married three years ago right out there in my garden."

Logan followed Ororo's gaze out the window to the rose garden and nodded. There was silence between them now. Logan understood better how Ororo felt about Jean, but that didn't change how he felt about her. He still loved her.

It was almost like Ororo was reading his mind. "I still love you, Logan. I never stopped loving you. When I swore to you on the day we were married that you were and would be the only man I ever loved, I truly meant it."

He got up and walked over to her and then Logan knelt down in front of her. He took her soft mocha hands into his large gruff paws and held them tight. "I love you to, 'Ro, and I'll wait as long as I have to for you to sort all this out. I only want you to be happy."

With that Logan raised up and kissed Ororo softly on the lips before leaving her to sit alone, looking out the tall window on the other side of the room.

Logan Jr. watched as the man he'd seen his Uncle Remy with leave the library and then he stepped inside. He heard soft sniffles and walked over to one of the large leather chairs and carefully craned his neck to see who was sitting in it. His eyes widened when he saw his mother sitting there crying. Logan Jr. looked at the door he's just walked though and the man had just walked out of and scowled. Who the hell was this guy and who the hell did he think he was making his mother cry?

Just as silently as he had come into the room, Logan Jr. made his way out again. He turned down the hall and started to walk the way he'd see the man go. He was going to make sure this clown knew that it was totally not cool to make her mother upset. He followed him all the way out to the lake using every last skill his Uncle Remy had taught him. He waited until he saw the man stop and pull on of those foul smelling cigars from his pocket and then he pounced.

Logan put the cigar into his mouth and turned just in time to catch his tiny stalker. He held the boy out at arms length as the kid kicked and squirmed and tried in vain to punch him. Once the kid chilled out a little Logan put him on the ground.

"Done yet, kid?"

Logan Jr. looked at the man with an angry scowl on his face. He lunged forward swinging but Logan put his hand on the kid's head and kept him out of reach as the boy kept swinging.

"You made my Momma cry!" Logan Jr. shouted. "You'll pay for that mister!"

Logan stood there holding the kid back as he kept swinging and pushing against his hand. He gave the boy a half grin and tried not to laugh since he knew the boy was very serious. "Didn't mean too, kid."

Ororo sat there a little longer looking out the window thinking about what was and wasn't said between her and Logan. She was completely lost in her thoughts and didn't hear Kitty come into the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"'Ro, are you ok?"

Ororo wiped the tears off her cheek with her shoulder and nodded. "Of course, Kitten. I'm fine, dear."

Kitty just nodded and moved in front of Ororo and titled her head to the side as she looked down at her. "Sure you are."

"I am dear, really. I just have a lot on my mind." Ororo stood from the chair and smiled warmly at the younger woman. She could tell that Kitty wasn't buying it so she decided to change the subject. "Tell me child, have you gone down to med lab yet and seen Alexandria?"

Kitty just sighed as she nodded. "Yeah, she tried to talk me and Jubes into sneaking her in some McDonald's. Kept saying they didn't have any in the other reality and that she wanted a big mac really bad." Kitty grinned.

Ororo laughed lightly. "Well it is nearly lunch time. Perhaps one of Rogue's perfectly grilled hamburgers will make up for the lack of McDonald's in her recent diet"

The two woman walked quietly down the hall towards the kitchen and then looked at each other oddly at the sight they found. Rogue and Bobby both stood by the kitchen window watching something. Bobby was laughing hysterically and Rogue kept elbowing him.

"What's so funny?" Kitty asked as she walked over and joined them. As soon as she saw what they were looking at her hand went over her mouth.

Rogue turned and looked at Ororo with a look only another mother could make. "Have you told Logan about his dad being back?"

Ororo's eyes widened. "I was planning on talking to him before dinner. Why?"

"You'd better come look, 'Ro." Kitty said.

Ororo walked over to the window and sighed.

"You done yet, kid?" Logan asked.

"NO!"

Logan figured he'd let the kid wear himself out and then explain that he hadn't meant to make Ororo cry. He couldn't help but be proud of the boy for watching out for his mother, and was more then a little surprised at the kid's stamina and spunk. Most kids would have given up by now and stomped off. This one wasn't stopping until he either ran out of steam or got a piece of him.

The wind around the two started to swirl around them and before either of them could look up they heard a soft thud of something, or rather someone landing on the grass next to them.

"Logan Munroe stop that this instant."

Logan Jr. stopped swinging against the man and turned to see his mother standing there with her arms crossed. "I saw.. I saw him leave and I went in and you were crying! He made you cry!" Logan Jr. spun as fast as he could and nailed Logan right in the gut as hard as he could and then he looked up at the man and growled. "No one makes my momma cry!"

"Logan Henry Munroe!" Ororo scolded.

"It's alright, 'Ro. He's only protecting his mother."

Ororo shook her head and sighed. Then she walked over to her son and knelt down to his height. She took his small balled up hands into her own and looked him in the eyes. "Logan, I have something I need to explain to you." Logan Jr. looked down at his mother and nodded. "Your sister wasn't the only person we brought back with us. You see, your sister was taken to this place and while she was there she found someone."

"Him." Logan Jr. said as he looked back at his father.

Ororo nodded as she turned her son's face to look at her once again. "Logan, this man, you wouldn't remember him very well, but he's someone important to you." Ororo looked up at Logan and then back down at her son. "Logan, this is your father."