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Author's Note: Yes, there was a gap. Writer's Block, paired with another X-Men story, results in no updates with this story. Now, a few things. iluvwriting, Ororo Munroe is Storm. For anyone reading Heated Introductions, please, check my profile for where it can be found. As it is a "you" fic, it can not be updated, here. So, without anything further, I present Chapter Four! Enjoy!

Logan lurked through the hallway of the dormatories. He couldn't sleep, no matter how much he tried; something in his mind was telling him that he had to stay awake.

He had left the kitchen at about three, about ten minutes after Michelle had gone back to bed. He, on the other hand, had no hope of gaining any rest, whatsoever. Not with his senses kicking into overdrive.

Stopping dead in his tracks, Logan darted his head to the right; a sharp whimpering was catching his sense of sound. He continued, down to the end of the hallway, trying his best to follow the sound of the small cries. It sounded like a small child, a young girl, specifically. To Logan, it just meant that another one of the newer students had gotten out of bed, failed to recognize where she was, and had gotten scared. That, in turn, meant that he would have to be the one to put the child back to bed.

God, how he hated kids, sometimes.

Logan kept going, down the hall, right turn, down the next hall, left turn, down the next hall. He just kept following what he heard. Sometimes, he hated his sense of hearing, too. As advanced as it was, he could be hearing some kid two miles away, for all he knew. With another turn to the left, Logan stopped to consider something that he hadn't.

"This whimpering is the same volume now that it was when I began," he thought to himself, silently.

It didn't make sense; it was almost impossible. Unless...

Unless the source of the sounds was on the move.

-o-o-

Michelle's neck cracked, as she climbed in to bed. A sigh escaped her mouth, as she looked to her left, and, once again, found the once occupied spot empty. It almost pained her to get in to the queen sized bed at night. No one knew it, but, this was the reason for her constant string of midnight escapades. Of course, Logan could have sensed it, but, other than that, Michelle was certain that no one knew that she did not like sleeping here anymore.

Resting her head against one of the pillows, Michelle closed her eyes, and awaited the moment that would take her to another world, where she could face things that made the normal world seem like a fluffy little kitten, just waiting to be cuddled. However, the nightmares did not get the chance to take affect, and Michelle sat upright in bed, as a familiar smell began to encompass the room.

It couldn't be.

Taking a deep breath, Michelle confirmed the scent. It made her shake on the outside, and filled her with the worst sense of guilt on the inside.

It just wasn't possible.

Michelle's eyes darted around the room, from one wall to the next, searching out every corner and every shadow, looking for anything that she thought could be there. The moonlight was dim, and granted her no aid in searching the large room. She considered getting out of bed, turning on a light, and looking around in that manner. Honestly enough, however, Michelle was a little bit too on the freaked out side to even give the idea a second thought.

Some movement at the corner of her eye forced Michelle to dart her head to the left. What she saw almost made her scream; two slanted, glowing, green eyes, staring her down, like a cat.

Michelle felt her breath catch in her chest, as an alarm went off in her head. Something was telling her to scream, but she never got the chance. Michelle felt something hit her in the back of the head, and she fell sideways, unconcious. The last thing that she remembered was hearing the most familiar voice in the world.

"Sleep, my angel."

-o-o-

Ororo fumbled with the sheets of her bed. It was now almost three-thirty in the morning, and she still had yet to fall asleep. Her mind was elsewhere, completely absorbed in the idea of one thing.

Frikin' blue fuzz ball.

Kurt had a way of capturing her mind, and her senses, and not letting go. It was annoying as all hell. However, such was not the case on this evening, more appropriately, this morning. No, tonight, it had been something completely different. Tonight would be the fourth consecutive night of no sleep, if she didn't get him out of her room.

"I'll kill him," she mumbled, as she sat up. She pulled back the covers, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. If Kurt wanted to play games, then, fine. She could fight fire with fire, so to speak.

Striding out of her room, mad as hell, Ororo did not bother to grab her night robes. She was bent on giving Kurt a good what for, and could really care less about how presentable she looked. All that she wanted was to get the Incredible Pain in the Ass Nightcrawler to stop teleporting in and out of her room.

Finding Kurt's room, Ororo regained what little posture she had left in her, and knocked on the door. She waited for his response.

"Come in," Kurt called, sleepily. Ororo smiled; at least she had woken him up.

As she opened the door, Ororo put on her most friendly face, as a cover. She clicked on the light, and Kurt shielded his eyes from the intruding beams. As soon as he adjusted his eyes, Kurt locked eyes with his girlfriend, and smiled.

"Oh, Ororo. Hello."

Ororo shut the door, locked it, and turned back to the man before her. She continued to smile, knowing that it looked extremely fake. She had to hold in a laugh of contentment, at seeing Kurt's face, as it fell, into an expression of fear.

"Uh-oh," he breathed. "Vat did I do, now, darling?" he asked, meekly, his accent growing stronger, as he began to become more and more alert.

"You jack ass!" Ororo screamed. "How dare you? You think that you can just teleport in and out of my room at your leisure? Think again!"

"Vat are you talking about?" Kurt asked, incredulous.

Ororo scowled. "Don't give me that crap! I can smell you in there! I don't hear you, but, I can smell you!" She stopped, and thought about what she had just said. "Wait. Why can't I hear you? Did you find a way to silence the sounds that you make?"

Kurt, who was still trying to take in Ororo's first statement, shook his head at her last question. "Vat are you talking about? I haven't been in your room at all!"

"Liar," Ororo said, simply, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm serious!"

Ororo studied Kurt's face for a moment, seeing something in it that made her question her accusation. However, she did not let her doubt show, and continued her inquiry. "Where have you been, then?"

Kurt sighed. "Vith the Professor. He asked me to help him vith..." he trailed.

"With what?"

"Nothing. However, I svear, I vas not in your room!"

Ororo opened her mouth to speak, but, she didn't get the chance to. A high pitched shrieking sound filled the room, and it sent shivers down the spines of both of the individuals present.

"Vat vas dat?" Kurt asked, his face steadily becoming a much lighter shade of blue, something that Ororo had never thought possible.

Ororo swallowed, equally startled, and shook her head from side to side. "I'll tell you one thing," she said, pausing before continuing. "That wasn't Siren."

Kurt shook, and looked up, at the ceiling. Ororo followed his lead. Whatever it was, it was definitely not a normal occurance. It was out of the ordinary, even for them.

-o-o-

Jean shot up in bed, again, frightened out of her mind.

"Just a dream," she muttered to herself, as she began to shake. "It was just a dream."

"Jean?" Scott asked, as he came running out of the bathroom. "Jean? Honey, what's wrong?" He searched his love's face for any indication of what had happened. Then, it hit him; another nightmare. "It's okay, Jean. It's over now."

"Scott," Jean said, looking up. "I think it's time to wake up the Professor."

Author's Note: Well, there you have it! I hope that you enjoyed it! Some things will be answered in the next chapter. So, if you are questioning a few things, (specifically, section two, and where in the world I am going with all of this), don't worry! I will answer it all, shortly! Well, over a period of a few chapters, that is! Thanks for reading! I look forward to your kind words! Until the next chapter...