Author's Note: Here ya go, the second updated chapter I promised.
Disclaimer: Read all the ones before this one.
The class sat in perfect stillness as they all held their heads down, eyes focused, pens scratching out the answers to Hank's chemistry test. Alexandria hated chemistry. She would much rather be in her history class talking about the effects of WWII on European mutants with her mom, or in her english lit. class talking about Shakespeare with her Aunt Jean.
In all actuality she just wanted to be around her moms right now. Being with them helped to ease the feelings of uncertainty she had about her life. She loved having her dad home, but his return brought with it so much confusion. All the adults in her life seemed to be walking on egg shells around each other, and it was starting to get on her nerves. She understood that her mother had choices to make. Alexandria could tell that her mother loved both her father and Jean very much, and that she was torn. She also knew part of why she was so torn was her and her brother.
Alexandria could also understand why her Aunt Jean walked around looking as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop on her head, and why her father seemed to sulk when ever he wasn't spending time with her or when he was with Elizabeth, who seemed to understand him better then any one at the moment. Maybe Logan. Jr. was right, maybe this was unfixable.
Her mind was crammed with all kinds of questions and thoughts, but somehow Alexandria managed to complete her test, so she sat looking over her answers waiting for the end of class. It wasn't until she forced herself to relax and really look at what she was doing that her mind slowed down enough to hear a faint whisper. She heard someone whisper her name but when she looked around to see who it was, everyone around her had their noses to their papers.
She shrugged it off and went back to looking over her own and for a moment there was nothing, but then she heard it loud and clear.
Lexie.
It came to her telepathically but it wasn't her Aunt's nor her Grandfather's voice.
Lexie. I need your help. Can you hear me?
Alexandria's head jerked up like someone had just put an ice cube down her shirt. It had been months since she'd heard that voice in her head and she was more then sure she would never hear it again seeing as how they had left him back in the other reality.
Yes, Lexie, it's me. Please I need your help.
"Is everything alright, Miss Munroe?" Hank asked from his desk.
Alexandria blinked a few times. "Hmm? Oh, yes, Sir, everything's fine." She looked around at her class mates who were now all looking at her oddly. Had they heard him too? She wondered as she looked back down at her paper.
Where are you? She thought.
There was no reply and she started to think maybe she had be imagining it. Then as she was passing her paper forward it came to her. No words, but a picture of a place. Alexandria ran out of the class room as fast as she could and headed for the front doors of the school.
"Hey! Lex! Where you going?" Rachel called out.
Alexandria stopped and tossed her back pack and books to her sister. "Look I have something to do. I'll be back soon."
Rachel stood there and blinked. "Lex, we have history next, you can't just skip when it's..."
"She's out of town on a mission with Betsy. Just tell Kitty I wasn't feeling well and went back to the house to lie down. Ok? Good."
Rachel just stood there and watched as Alexandria walked out of the school and took off without another word. That was so beyond weird, she thought as she made her way down the stairs and down the hall towards her Aunt Ororo's classroom. She knew Kitty, who'd been filling in for Ororo while she was way, wouldn't question her saying Alexandria was ill. Alexandria had been getting sick to her stomach headaches a lot lately, Hank said they where from stress and stuff, but Rachel wasn't sure she was comfortable covering for her sister this time.
By the time Rachel walked into the classroom she had decided to give Alexandria the benefit of the doubt and trust her, but when she looked up from her text book at the sound of the voice greeting them every four letter word she'd ever heard Remy utter went though her head.
"Good Morning, everyone." Jean said as she leaned against the desk and watched the children enter. "Come in and have a seat and we'll get starting where Miss Pride had left off as soon as we're all settled."
'What's she doing here?' Rachel asked as she slipped into her seat. 'Kitty was suppose to be covering Aunt Ro's classes.'
"Miss Pride was called back to London so it looks like you guys will have to put up with seeing me twice a day until Ms. Munroe returns." Jean said as if she had heard her daughter's thoughts.
Once the class was settled Jean took a look around and noted who was there and who wasn't. She frowned at the empty seat next to Rachel. "Rachel where's your sister?"
"She wasn't feeling well so she went to lie down." Rachel said quickly. The look on her mother's face told Rachel that Jean had just done a quick sweep and knew that Alexandria wasn't in their room. 'This had better have been worth it, Lex, cause your in hot water now, sis.' Rachel thought as she saw the look in her mother's green eyes.
Logan stepped out of the front door of the large office building and quickly stuck his hands in the pockets of his old beat up leather jacket. His mind kept flashing back to a week before when he had stood in the large window of the rec room. He hadn't meant to see them, he'd been standing there thinking and 'brooding' as Elizabeth called it, when they came around the corner of the house.
He had seen Jean first. She had come running from the direction of the kitchen deck and at first Logan had thought she was in trouble, but he noticed that she was giggling. It wasn't long after that he saw that it was Ororo chasing after her. He watched as Jean ran from Ororo, both women laughing. He knew he should have walked away and left them alone but as Jean and Ororo danced around trees and bushes he found his feet stuck to the floor. They looked so happy running and playing in the rain and for the first time he really saw them together, and not just as the friends they use to be, but as two people in love.
Logan had stood there and watched as Ororo caught Jean and started tickling her, he watched until the mood changed from being playful to something else. When Jean and Ororo began to kiss, Logan knew. He knew what it was he had to do. It was the right thing, for her, for them, for him too in a way.
One of the sharp corners of the papers in his inside pocket poked at Logan's chest as he sat at the bar of the four horsemen tavern. It had taken him a week since the night he watched them out the window to actually get up the guts to go see Bradley, an old friend of Warren's, but as he sucked down his beer he wondered if he would have the strength to give them to her.
Logan. Came Jean's voice in his head. He hated when she did that, always had.
Yeah He replied gruffly.
Jean sighed at her end but Logan didn't know that. Logan, Alexandria left the grounds in a rush about half an hour ago. She took off, literally, after her chemistry class and wouldn't tell Rachel where she was going. I've been trying to reach her but something's blocking her from me.
The fear in Jean's voice was unmistakable and Logan had been out of the bar and walking down the street nose in the air before she'd finished. I'll find her Red.
Hurry Logan, I'm worried.
Logan just nodded as if Jean were standing right there to see him.
Reports coming in had said that the Friends of Humanity were about to go global in a big way. They were looking for massive weapons that screamed out that they were looking to go from violent bigots with guns to terrorists ready for gorilla warfare. Storm and Pyslocke had spent the last two weeks keeping a very close eye on the leaders of the relatively new faction that had formed in Italy.
They were waiting for just the right time to bring in Shadowcat's and Cyclops' teams to dismantle the threat, but the time alone was starting to wear thin on both their nerves. Storm could tell that Pyslocke had something on her mind and really wanted to tell her off about it, but couldn't. Storm wasn't stupid. She'd been watching her with Wolverine since their return. She was always there when he needed someone to talk to, she was there when he just wanted to vent in the danger room. She seemed to know when he needed to be alone and when he didn't wither he knew it or not.
For some reason this bothered Storm as much as it made her feel better that Wolverine had someone to turn to. She kept telling herself that they had formed a bond from spending ten years together in another reality, but was afraid, or maybe she just didn't want, to know just how deep that bond ran.
"We got a while before our meeting with Fontain and the rest of the F.O.Hers." Pyslocke said as she huffed past Storm who was standing near the hotel window. "Maybe you should take the moment and call home."
Storm looked at her with a raised brow. "I talked to Jean this morning, everything's fine at home."
Pyslocke huffed. "You talked to Jean.. Well how nice.. Did it cross your mind to check in with your husband as well?"
Apparently Pyslocke was ready to get what ever chip she had on her shoulder off. "Excuse me?" Storm replied.
Pyslocke looked at Ororo hard. "How long do you plan on string them along? Or do you just plan on having the husband and keeping the lesbian lover on the side permanently?"
Storm blinked as she tried to keep the sudden flash of anger she felt out of the skies. "What business is this for yours?"
"Their my friends and I don't like seeing what your doing to them." Psylocke shot back.
"Friends? Am I suppose to believe this has anything to do with your so called concern for Jean? Or is this solely about Logan?"
Psylocke narrowed her eyes. "He doesn't deserve this. He loves you and you can't even make up your mind wither or not you love him back. It's harder on him then he lets on."
The skies outside were becoming over cast as Storm moved away from the window and got closer to Psylocke. "Don't you think I know how hard this is on him? I do still love him."
"But not like you use too."
Storm started to say something but stopped. She was right, she didn't love Logan the way she use too. She turned away from her team mate and walked back over to the window. She watched as the clouds that had formed hovered in the sky. She couldn't just take them back now, that might throw off their cover.
"Why can't you admit it? Why can't you just come out and say your not 'in-love' with him any more?" Psylocke asked from behind her.
Storm never took her eyes from the window as she replied. "Why can't you just come out and say that you are 'in-love' with him?"
The room got quite since neither woman said another word..
Disclaimer: Read all the ones before this one.
The class sat in perfect stillness as they all held their heads down, eyes focused, pens scratching out the answers to Hank's chemistry test. Alexandria hated chemistry. She would much rather be in her history class talking about the effects of WWII on European mutants with her mom, or in her english lit. class talking about Shakespeare with her Aunt Jean.
In all actuality she just wanted to be around her moms right now. Being with them helped to ease the feelings of uncertainty she had about her life. She loved having her dad home, but his return brought with it so much confusion. All the adults in her life seemed to be walking on egg shells around each other, and it was starting to get on her nerves. She understood that her mother had choices to make. Alexandria could tell that her mother loved both her father and Jean very much, and that she was torn. She also knew part of why she was so torn was her and her brother.
Alexandria could also understand why her Aunt Jean walked around looking as if she were waiting for the other shoe to drop on her head, and why her father seemed to sulk when ever he wasn't spending time with her or when he was with Elizabeth, who seemed to understand him better then any one at the moment. Maybe Logan. Jr. was right, maybe this was unfixable.
Her mind was crammed with all kinds of questions and thoughts, but somehow Alexandria managed to complete her test, so she sat looking over her answers waiting for the end of class. It wasn't until she forced herself to relax and really look at what she was doing that her mind slowed down enough to hear a faint whisper. She heard someone whisper her name but when she looked around to see who it was, everyone around her had their noses to their papers.
She shrugged it off and went back to looking over her own and for a moment there was nothing, but then she heard it loud and clear.
Lexie.
It came to her telepathically but it wasn't her Aunt's nor her Grandfather's voice.
Lexie. I need your help. Can you hear me?
Alexandria's head jerked up like someone had just put an ice cube down her shirt. It had been months since she'd heard that voice in her head and she was more then sure she would never hear it again seeing as how they had left him back in the other reality.
Yes, Lexie, it's me. Please I need your help.
"Is everything alright, Miss Munroe?" Hank asked from his desk.
Alexandria blinked a few times. "Hmm? Oh, yes, Sir, everything's fine." She looked around at her class mates who were now all looking at her oddly. Had they heard him too? She wondered as she looked back down at her paper.
Where are you? She thought.
There was no reply and she started to think maybe she had be imagining it. Then as she was passing her paper forward it came to her. No words, but a picture of a place. Alexandria ran out of the class room as fast as she could and headed for the front doors of the school.
"Hey! Lex! Where you going?" Rachel called out.
Alexandria stopped and tossed her back pack and books to her sister. "Look I have something to do. I'll be back soon."
Rachel stood there and blinked. "Lex, we have history next, you can't just skip when it's..."
"She's out of town on a mission with Betsy. Just tell Kitty I wasn't feeling well and went back to the house to lie down. Ok? Good."
Rachel just stood there and watched as Alexandria walked out of the school and took off without another word. That was so beyond weird, she thought as she made her way down the stairs and down the hall towards her Aunt Ororo's classroom. She knew Kitty, who'd been filling in for Ororo while she was way, wouldn't question her saying Alexandria was ill. Alexandria had been getting sick to her stomach headaches a lot lately, Hank said they where from stress and stuff, but Rachel wasn't sure she was comfortable covering for her sister this time.
By the time Rachel walked into the classroom she had decided to give Alexandria the benefit of the doubt and trust her, but when she looked up from her text book at the sound of the voice greeting them every four letter word she'd ever heard Remy utter went though her head.
"Good Morning, everyone." Jean said as she leaned against the desk and watched the children enter. "Come in and have a seat and we'll get starting where Miss Pride had left off as soon as we're all settled."
'What's she doing here?' Rachel asked as she slipped into her seat. 'Kitty was suppose to be covering Aunt Ro's classes.'
"Miss Pride was called back to London so it looks like you guys will have to put up with seeing me twice a day until Ms. Munroe returns." Jean said as if she had heard her daughter's thoughts.
Once the class was settled Jean took a look around and noted who was there and who wasn't. She frowned at the empty seat next to Rachel. "Rachel where's your sister?"
"She wasn't feeling well so she went to lie down." Rachel said quickly. The look on her mother's face told Rachel that Jean had just done a quick sweep and knew that Alexandria wasn't in their room. 'This had better have been worth it, Lex, cause your in hot water now, sis.' Rachel thought as she saw the look in her mother's green eyes.
Logan stepped out of the front door of the large office building and quickly stuck his hands in the pockets of his old beat up leather jacket. His mind kept flashing back to a week before when he had stood in the large window of the rec room. He hadn't meant to see them, he'd been standing there thinking and 'brooding' as Elizabeth called it, when they came around the corner of the house.
He had seen Jean first. She had come running from the direction of the kitchen deck and at first Logan had thought she was in trouble, but he noticed that she was giggling. It wasn't long after that he saw that it was Ororo chasing after her. He watched as Jean ran from Ororo, both women laughing. He knew he should have walked away and left them alone but as Jean and Ororo danced around trees and bushes he found his feet stuck to the floor. They looked so happy running and playing in the rain and for the first time he really saw them together, and not just as the friends they use to be, but as two people in love.
Logan had stood there and watched as Ororo caught Jean and started tickling her, he watched until the mood changed from being playful to something else. When Jean and Ororo began to kiss, Logan knew. He knew what it was he had to do. It was the right thing, for her, for them, for him too in a way.
One of the sharp corners of the papers in his inside pocket poked at Logan's chest as he sat at the bar of the four horsemen tavern. It had taken him a week since the night he watched them out the window to actually get up the guts to go see Bradley, an old friend of Warren's, but as he sucked down his beer he wondered if he would have the strength to give them to her.
Logan. Came Jean's voice in his head. He hated when she did that, always had.
Yeah He replied gruffly.
Jean sighed at her end but Logan didn't know that. Logan, Alexandria left the grounds in a rush about half an hour ago. She took off, literally, after her chemistry class and wouldn't tell Rachel where she was going. I've been trying to reach her but something's blocking her from me.
The fear in Jean's voice was unmistakable and Logan had been out of the bar and walking down the street nose in the air before she'd finished. I'll find her Red.
Hurry Logan, I'm worried.
Logan just nodded as if Jean were standing right there to see him.
Reports coming in had said that the Friends of Humanity were about to go global in a big way. They were looking for massive weapons that screamed out that they were looking to go from violent bigots with guns to terrorists ready for gorilla warfare. Storm and Pyslocke had spent the last two weeks keeping a very close eye on the leaders of the relatively new faction that had formed in Italy.
They were waiting for just the right time to bring in Shadowcat's and Cyclops' teams to dismantle the threat, but the time alone was starting to wear thin on both their nerves. Storm could tell that Pyslocke had something on her mind and really wanted to tell her off about it, but couldn't. Storm wasn't stupid. She'd been watching her with Wolverine since their return. She was always there when he needed someone to talk to, she was there when he just wanted to vent in the danger room. She seemed to know when he needed to be alone and when he didn't wither he knew it or not.
For some reason this bothered Storm as much as it made her feel better that Wolverine had someone to turn to. She kept telling herself that they had formed a bond from spending ten years together in another reality, but was afraid, or maybe she just didn't want, to know just how deep that bond ran.
"We got a while before our meeting with Fontain and the rest of the F.O.Hers." Pyslocke said as she huffed past Storm who was standing near the hotel window. "Maybe you should take the moment and call home."
Storm looked at her with a raised brow. "I talked to Jean this morning, everything's fine at home."
Pyslocke huffed. "You talked to Jean.. Well how nice.. Did it cross your mind to check in with your husband as well?"
Apparently Pyslocke was ready to get what ever chip she had on her shoulder off. "Excuse me?" Storm replied.
Pyslocke looked at Ororo hard. "How long do you plan on string them along? Or do you just plan on having the husband and keeping the lesbian lover on the side permanently?"
Storm blinked as she tried to keep the sudden flash of anger she felt out of the skies. "What business is this for yours?"
"Their my friends and I don't like seeing what your doing to them." Psylocke shot back.
"Friends? Am I suppose to believe this has anything to do with your so called concern for Jean? Or is this solely about Logan?"
Psylocke narrowed her eyes. "He doesn't deserve this. He loves you and you can't even make up your mind wither or not you love him back. It's harder on him then he lets on."
The skies outside were becoming over cast as Storm moved away from the window and got closer to Psylocke. "Don't you think I know how hard this is on him? I do still love him."
"But not like you use too."
Storm started to say something but stopped. She was right, she didn't love Logan the way she use too. She turned away from her team mate and walked back over to the window. She watched as the clouds that had formed hovered in the sky. She couldn't just take them back now, that might throw off their cover.
"Why can't you admit it? Why can't you just come out and say your not 'in-love' with him any more?" Psylocke asked from behind her.
Storm never took her eyes from the window as she replied. "Why can't you just come out and say that you are 'in-love' with him?"
The room got quite since neither woman said another word..
