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Chapter 5

            Charles gave a pleasant smile to himself as he finished the last physic paper. He lowered his fountain pen to the gleaming wooden surface of the desk and leant back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. His marking may be done, but throughout the work he had just done he couldn't take his mind of Storm's difficulties. Logan had summed it up perfectly, 'Not Storm-ish.' It certainly wasn't.

Charles looked up gently from his desk when he heard the great doors to his office lightly shut behind a smartly dressed man. Scott.

"Good evening, Scott." Said the Professor with the best smile he could force.

Scott gave a straightforward nod, "Professor." A mild pause before Scott took a seat beside Charles's desk, "Did Storm come in here earlier?"

Charles gave a single nod at this.

Scott looked out of the window gently before he continued, "I thought so.. Is everything all right? I saw her running away from your office in a bad state. She's extremely upset about something,"

Charles suddenly straightened in his chair, face stern and eyes fixed upon Scott, "She was crying?" He asked concernedly.

Scott gave a gentle nod, "Yeah.."

A frown creased over Charles's brow, "This is effecting her worse than I thought."

"And then Logan goes up and starts comforting her." Scott muttered under his breath, talking mainly to himself, "Then she starts crying harder..  He's such an idiot." He had begun picking at the chair of his seat when he went into an angry mode. He glared absently at the wall and dug his fingernails into the arm roughly.

Charles raised his brow gently before shaking his head determinedly, "Don't object to Logan. He knows more than I do about Storm at the moment."

Scott almost fell off his chair, "You what?! But Professor! Logan's an insensitive – " He instantly closed his mouth, refraining from swearing in front of the wise man he respected.

Charles held his eyes sternly upon his team leader; "Logan has more knowledge about this than all of us. Let him comfort her and be with her. It's the best thing for Ororo."

Scott huffed, "I wouldn't be so sure about that. His attitude is rubbing off on her?"

"Oh?" Charles replied with an amused expression. That was unlikely; Storm was a polite and motherly person.

A defensive nod was sent at Charles, "Yes! She walked right into me in the corridor a few minutes ago and just growled at me!"

Charles raised a brow.

"Growled!" Repeated Scott, trying to hint the characteristics of Logan.

"Scott, she is going through a difficult time."

"But Charles, Storm doesn't growl! That's not Storm!"

Charles fell silent, watching Scott with an alarmed expression. That was the third time someone had decided she was not acting like she should. Himself.. Logan.. and now Scott. At least it was one thing they agreed on.

There was a quiet few minutes until there was an angry yell from the upper floor and a single smash that rocketed through the pleasant silence. Scott and Charles exchanged one glance before Scott scrambled out of his seat and ran sharply up the staircase.

            Storm gasped softly, staring down at the tiled floor of the kitchen where the remains of a white china plate now lay in pieces. Her hands shook lightly as her hands went to her cheeks that were lightly flushed. She glared down at the broken pieces, awed and astonished by an unfamiliar anger inside her.

Scott ran to the door of the kitchen, he stared in, panting softly from his run, "Storm?" He said softly, looking over to the platinum hair woman.

Storm raised her head gently, she blinked slowly.. seeing Scott in a whole new light. Like she knew him.. much more deeply. As if.. she had had a relationship with him once..

"Scott?" Said Storm breathlessly, her breathing jagged as she watched Scott with a perplexed stare. She then blinked a few times, glancing down to the plate, which she had thrown. She lowered towards it and began scooping up the pieces in her trembling hands.

"What were you doing?" Asked Scott quietly. Storm was such a gentle woman, and certainly not clumsy.

Storm just shook her head as she dropped the broken pieces in the bin, "My hands were wet.. it slipped out of my fingers when I turned." Her voice mildly shook; she closed her eyes gently over the burning tears she could feel.

Scott watched her curiously for a moment before he spoke up softly, "Are you all right, Ororo?"

Storm glanced his way, straightening from the now tidy floor. She smiled half-heartedly at Scott, he only called her Ororo when she was upset, he used it as a tool to calm her down. He was a brother to her.. and this deeply held lust that had burned from the past was completely unexplainable. Her eyelids fluttered softly as she gave him a gentle nod, "I'm fine, Scott."

"Get yourself to sleep.. just let your body rest." Advised Scott knowledgably, pausing to give her a warm smile of reassurance before he turned from the doorway to return downstairs.

Storm sighed softly, leaning against the worktop with her head hung in shame. Her fingers clasped over her head and she exhaled a drawn-out sigh whilst fingernails massaged her smooth forehead. Avoiding the idea of supper she turned from the worktop and exited the kitchen. She let out sharp and long breaths as she walked, trying to free out the unfamiliar bursts of anger that were bubbling away inside.

She looked up slowly as she turned the corner to see Logan knocking on her bedroom door gently.

"Storm?" She heard him mutter to the woodwork.

Storm smiled gently, remaining at the end of the corridor; "Looking for me?" She asked quietly, arms lightly folded over her black shirt.

Logan's head whipped up to scrutinize at Storm before his features relaxed and he nodded, "Yeah.."

"What's wrong?" Storm asked, now walking over to him.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Replied Logan with a knowing sparkle in his warm hazel eyes.

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