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Summary: Logan has just become the new self-defence teacher of the school, and saying him and Ororo just don't get along is just an understatement. Through their constant fighting and arguing, somehow, something sparks between them. Can two enemies that hate each other with every fibre in their body, come to love each other? A side of Logan and Ororo you've never seen before. RoLo, some RogueBobbyOC
I finally updated! WOOT! Heehee thanks for all the reviews people, but I want to especially thank BooBoo, because whoever you are, you're the first person that has given me a long review filled with things I could improve on. As I read your review, I couldn't help but smile (I know, I'm weird.) And I thank you for giving me so much criticism, 'cause now I know how to improve my fic! D I've thought about your review and here's a few things I'll like to say in response to it:
I wanted Logan to bring the child back in Ororo because in the comics, in the TV show and even in the movie, Ororo seemed so uptight. Being orphaned so young and then praised as a goddess, she probably hasn't had any chance to really be a child.
when I read that part about me favouring Logan, I seriously laughed out loud. I've been told by my friends countless times that I favoured Storm way too much, but being me, I didn't listen. Well, I guess now I know it's true. I guess the reason I favour her is because she was the first X-Men I liked when I first discovered the Marvel comic. I'll try to stop lolz hee hee
And now, I'm proud to present to you..
Chapter 4:
"Come on, people!" Logan shouted, "it's only fifty laps!" A few days after the restaurant incident, both Ororo and Logan had posted the list of students that made the team. Among them were Michelle, Amara, Rogue, Kitty, Bobby, Roberto, Michael and by some miracle, Jamie.
"How…can…you…still…keep…going?" Bobby panted as the whole team ran around the danger room. It was set to a basketball court setting, complete with basketball hoops, benches and for some strange reason, a rock-climbing wall.
"I run regularly every morning," Steven laughed, slowing down so that he was beside Bobby. He was two years older than Bobby and looked like he was made exactly by God for basketball. He was at least six feet tall with long arms that stretch as fast as it could steal a ball off someone.
"Oh…my…God…" Bobby panted, sweat rolling down his forehead, "I…seriously…can't…take…any…more…of…this…" He stopped in mid-run and collapsed onto the floor tiredly, making everyone behind him stop abruptly.
"Hey, you okay, man?" Roberto said, trying to lift him up off the floor.
"No," Bobby croaked, "I'm going to die."
"Hey! Who told you to stop!" Logan barked, jogging over to them.
"Bobby collapsed," Roberto said, letting go of his friend causing Bobby to drop painfully back onto the floor.
"Don't tell me you can't take a little bit of training, Bobby," Logan growled, kneeling down and deliberately blowing his whistle beside the teen's ear, "either you get up now, or you're off the team."
"Aw…" Bobby moaned, struggling to get up on his feet, but failing miserably as he fell back onto the ground.
"Just give us a five minute break, coach," Michael said, crossing his arms on his chest, "we can't do anything if we're so tired."
"We have a game tomorrow, Mikey," Logan snapped, "with a non-mutant school. I have no idea how Xavier managed to arrange that, BUT I want you guys to WIN!"
"Yah, but we still have to rest!"
"Fine," Logan growled, "1 minute."
"4 and a half minutes," Michael shot back.
"2 minutes."
"No, 4 minutes."
"3 and a half minutes, that's my final offer," Logan spat.
"Fine, you got a deal," Michael grinned as the other teens cheered behind him.
"Just be happy with your little break while you have it," Logan muttered to himself, walking over back to the bench. "What a bunch of slack-offs," he muttered.
"Thanks, Mike," Bobby said with a friendly grin, raising up his hand to give him a high-five, but Michael ignored it and rolled his eyes. Surprised, Bobby lowered his hands and scratched his head with confusion.
"What the hell is his problem?" he muttered to Roberto.
"You guys better not mess up the game we're having tomorrow, or you'll ruin my rep," Michael said coldly, not even bothering to turn around to face his team mates.
"Rep?" Steven repeated, "I never knew you had a rep, Mikey." Steven gave them a friendly grin to tell them that he was just joking.
"What the fuck do you mean by that, bitch?" Michael turned around and started walking towards him, his voice dangerously calm.
"I'm just joking, dude," Steven said, taking a step back.
"Well, I don't take jokes lightly, dude," the dirty blonde haired boy growled, pushing Steven onto the floor, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Holy shit, man! I was just joking!"
"As I said before, Stevey," Michael said through clenched teeth, "I don't take jokes lightly." He grabbed Steve by the collar of his shirt, and slammed him against the wall. Steven grunted in pain.
"Yo, Mike! Stop!" Roberto exclaimed, trying to separate them. The other guys jogged over to help, but skidded to a stop when Michael withdrew his laser swords.
"What the hell is going on here!" Logan roared, pushing past the crowd of boys that had gathered around them. Michael let go of Steven's collar, ignoring the other boy's hiss of pain as he fell onto the floor.
"I was asking you a question, Michael," Logan yelled at Michael, helping Steven up from the floor, "and I expect it to be answered! NOW!"
"He was talkin' bad about me," he answered coolly, raking a hand through his hair.
"He was just joking though!" Jamie blurted out. Logan tore his eyes away from Michael for a second and looked at Jamie.
"What do you mean?"
Jamie gulped as Michael glared at him behind Logan's back. "StevenwasjustmakingthisjokeaboutMichealandthenhegotallangry!" he squeaked quickly.
"Speak clearly!" Logan said, "I can't hear a single word you're saying, and I don't have any time for this shit." Jamie cleared his throat and gulped a few more times, sweat beginning to form around his forehead. Bobby stepped in front of the pressured preteen and crossed his arms.
"What Jamie was saying is that Steven just made a little joke about Michael, and then he just went crazy!" Bobby exclaimed, ignoring Michael's dangerous glare.
"What you got to say to that?" Logan said, turning back his gaze to the dirty-blonde haired mutant.
"What a bunch of tattle-tales," he hissed dangerously.
"They're not being tattle-tales, Michael," Logan said, his voice suddenly softening, "they're just telling the truth, so we can help you."
"Help me with what, coach?" Michael spat coldly, "my anger problems? My issues? Well, you know what? I don't have a fucking problem, and even if I do, none of you losers would be able to help me with it." All the guys watched silently as Michael pushed his way through the crowd and towards the Danger Room doors. "This team is a joke. This school is a joke." And with that, he was gone.
For a moment, Logan was quiet, staring at the spot where Michael was standing just a few moments ago. Then he was all Logan-ish again.
"What the hell are you people staring at me for?" he roared, "start running!" All of the guys immediately started running. And for once, none of them complained.
"I want all of you to read page 195 to 213 for homework, and write me a 4 page summary for me tomorrow," Ororo said, writing it down on the board. All the students groaned and started gathering up their books for their next class. Michael stuffed his books in his bag, not even bothering to write the homework down. What was the point? He wasn't going to do it anyway.
"Michael? Can you come here for a moment?" Ororo said, as all the rest of the students piled out of the class.
"Uh…I'm going to be late for class, Miss. Munroe," he muttered.
"It's alright, I'll give you a note to give to the teacher in your next class explaining why you were late," Ororo said with a warm smile, pulling a chair beside her desk and patting the seat invitingly. "Come, sit down." Sighing heavily, Michael sat down.
"What do you want to talk to me about, Miss. Munroe?"
"You haven't been doing your homework," Ororo said, "and I just wanted to know if there was any reason why you didn't do it."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Miss. M, but I have no reason." Michael started getting up to leave, but 'Ro shook her head and motioned for him to sit down again.
"I won't force you to give me a reason, because I know that sometimes, there are some things that people want to keep a secret."
"I don't know what you're talking about, I ain't keeping any secrets," Michael muttered, refusing to look up into his teacher's eyes.
"Either way, I just want you to know that if there's ever a time you want to talk to someone, the door to my room is always open," Ororo said sincerely. Then for some reason, Michael looked up and straight into the woman's sky blue eyes. And at that moment, he knew she understood.
"Uh…whatever," he cleared his throat, choking on his own words, "can I go now?" Ororo sighed.
"I really want to let you go with just that warning, but as the duty of a teacher, I have to make sure you do your homework and understand all the work that has been given to you," she said, "that's why, I would like for you to meet me here in my classroom around 7 pm every night, ok?"
"Fine," the boy grunted, grabbing his bag and slinging it onto his shoulder.
5:30 pm - four hours later
"I win again!" Bobby cheered, "WOOT! WOOHOO!"
"Oh shut up, Bobby," Rogue grumbled, punching her friend's shoulder.
"Ow! That hurt!" Bobby exclaimed, "Miss. Munroe! She punched me! Punish her!" Ororo shook her head and laughed at the immaturity of the two. The weather witch had been watching the teens play PS2 for a few minutes, something she hadn't played for a long time. The only time she had played these games was last Christmas, when all the teens forced everyone in the school to participate in their "Video Game Contest." Saying that she lost badly was an understatement.
"What you kids doing?" a gruff voice said with amusement. Ororo cringed inwardly, realizing who it was.
"Playing Tekken 4," Bobby replied, not taking his eyes off the screen, "and I'm winning Rogue so badly." Logan took a seat beside Ororo, and without realizing it, her body stiffened. Feeling her discomfort, Logan cocked his head to the side and stared intently at her face.
"What are you looking at?" she said after a few moments, turning to face Logan.
"Well…umm…you sure you wanna know, 'Ro?" he grinned.
"Yes."
"Are you a hundred percent positive?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
"Yes!"
"Well, you…are you SURE?"
"For the last time, YES!" Ororo exclaimed. Logan smiled as he sense the discomfort leave her and feeling anger and annoyance replace it. Now that's the Ororo I've come to know and love…wait, did I just say love? Logan thought to himself, I meant hate! Of course I meant hate! Now that's the Ororo I've come to know and HATE!
"Hello? Anyone there?" Ororo said impatiently, snapping her fingers in front of the dazed man's face, "are you going to tell me or not?"
"Oh! Uh…" Logan stuttered, shaking himself out of his trance, "umm…well, I…uh…just realized that one of your eyes are bigger than the other…yah…that's it."
"Excuse me?" Ororo's eyes brows rose up in surprise.
"He said that…" Bobby started, pressing the buttons on his controls like crazy.
"I know what he said, Robert Drake!" Ororo snapped.
"Then why did you say…?"
"Oh, never mind!" she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"K.O!" the T.V suddenly exclaimed, as Rogue's character fainted onto the floor.
"Oh my God!" Rogue shouted, dropping the controls onto the floor, "this is the fifteenth time you've won! I give up!"
"HA! I'm just too good for you, babe," Bobby laughed. Rogue punched his arm again and glared.
"Don't call me babe."
"Fine," Bobby grumbled, rubbing the spot she punched, "you didn't have to punch me that hard…babe." Rogue got ready to hit him again but Logan interrupted.
"Hey," he said, stepping in between them, "don't hurt him anymore, we have a game tomorrow."
"Yes, and we don't Logan's team to lose a game before he loses to us, right, Rogue?" Ororo said innocently. Logan turned around and glared at the woman.
"Oh, sorry," she said, fluttering her long, dark eyelashes at him, "did I say that out loud?"
"Yah, and for your information, we're going to win the game we have tomorrow AND beat your team next week, darlin'," Logan said smugly.
"Are you sure about that, Logan?" Ororo laughed, "just because you're good at opening beer bottles with your teeth while watching basketball on TV doesn't necessary mean you'll be good at the actual game."
"Well, just 'cause you've studied all the books you could get on basketball every night doesn't mean you'll be any good at it!"
"For your information, Wolverine, studying these books can actually improve your skills in basketball!" Ororo scowled, "if you would only open a book ONCE in your life, than you would see my point!"
"No thanks, darlin', I don't need any book to teach me to play a simple game like basketball, unlike a certain naïve book lover I know, that thinks that everything written in a book is right. "
"Are you sure that's why you don't open a book, Logan?" the white-haired goddess asked, "or is it because you can't read?"
"Hey, you shouldn't be reading any books!" Logan hissed, "aren't you suppose to be outside and chaining yourself to some tree? Begging the tree logging companies not to chop them down and making them into 'useless paper'?"
"I've just had about enough of you!" Ororo shouted, eyes blazing as tiny bolts of electricity ran down her slender fingers.
"Whatcha going do, huh?" Logan taunted, "Fry me? Slap me? Shout at me? Oh, I'm soooo scared!"
Rogue and Bobby watched quietly as the two usually mature X-Men fought verbally, about to start using physical movements anytime to prove their point.
"We've got to intervene somehow, Bobby," Rogue whispered.
"Why though? This is better than reality TV!" Bobby whispered back.
"Robert Drake! You stop those two from fighting right now, or I'll give you a fight you'll never forget!" Rogue hissed. Bobby sighed and got up from his spot on the floor.
"You're so immature!"
"I know what you are but what am I?"
"Do you have ANY idea how immature that sounds!"
"Do you think I care?" Logan growled.
"Um…Miss. Munroe? Coach?" Bobby interrupted, stepping in between them two.
"Is there any way for you two to settle this…um…quietly?"
"I'm not sure, Bobby," Ororo said, suddenly calm, "I don't know if SOME people are willing to settle things calmly and with maturity." She shot Logan a dirty look as if it was all his fault for making a bad example for the students.
"I don't know about 'some' people, Bobby, but I'm quite sure that I'm willing to settle this as mature as possible," Logan replied, glaring at Ororo while saying this, "I don't know if Ororo would agree though."
"Don't worry, Logan," Ororo smiled sweetly, "I agree completely. What do you have in mind?" The two students' eyes widened.
"This is getting way too creepy, Bobby," Rogue whispered, "do something about it!"
"Me? Again?" Bobby whispered back. Rogue nodded, making a punching motion with her hands. He sighed and watched as the two teachers exchanged strangely polite conversation.
"Are you sure you don't have any ideas, Logan?" Ororo said, a grin plastered on her face.
"Yah, why don't you use that 'brilliant' mind of yours to think of an idea instead of making me?"
"Oh, I'm thinking right now. Are you sure you can't think of any ideas? Maybe it's just because your brain isn't quite in thinking mode right now. Do you need a few minutes to get your brain moving?"
"Thanks for the suggestion, 'Ro," Logan smiled politely, but his eyebrow twitched dangerously. Bobby gulped. Rogue was right, this was getting really creepy!
"I got an idea, Miss. Munroe," the teen volunteered, "how about you two play a couple matches of Tekken 4 to settle this?"
"Yah, great idea," Logan grinned, "how about we play a simple video game, darlin'?"
"Uh…"
"Or maybe you don't think it's a good idea…?" Logan said tauntingly, "but then again, Tekken 4 might be too hard for you."
"Of course it's not!" Ororo lied, "I'm great at video games!"
"Then I'll set it up for you two," Bobby offered. Ororo nodded, ignoring the doubt that was creeping up her stomach. How hard could it be? If Logan could do it, then so could she…right?
10 minutes later…
"K.O! Player one wins!" the TV exclaimed. Bobby and Rogue watched from their seat on the couch as Logan one for the fourteenth time.
"YES!" Logan cheered. Ororo scowled. How could she lose fourteen times to someone like Logan?
"You wanna go again, 'Ro?" Logan teased with a wide grin. Ororo started to say something but Logan started laughing. "HA! I know what you're going to say," he started imitating a slightly high female voice, "That was a fluke! A fluke I tell you! Let's go one more time and then we'll see who the loser is!" Ororo's face went red and she got up from the floor, planting her hands on her hips.
"Well, I'm sorry, Logan, but you're WRONG!" Ororo exclaimed, "I have no time to play these little games with you because I have an appointment with one of my students. I'll play and win you next time." She walked quickly out of the room, trying to erase Logan's annoying smirk from her mind.
The next day…
"Alright people! Today is our big game!" Logan shouted. His team was all lined up in a straight horizontal line so that he could see every one of them. "I'm not going to be giving any long ass speech, so don't start yawning on me." Jamie stopped in mid-yawn as Logan stopped to glare at him. The boy gulped and his other teammates all stifled back their yawns. "All I gotta say to you boys is you better kick that other team's ass, or at least give them a challenge when they play you. If I see anyone of you slacking off or not trying your best, well, let's just say you'll be having some 'extra training' with me every morning at 4:30." He swept his eyes around his team and chuckled inwardly. All of them seemed to be scared witless…except for one. Logan's eyes landed on Michael, the only one not standing up straight and listening attentively, or at least pretending to be listening attentively. He seemed to else where, his mind wandered off in another one of his daydreams.
"Michael!" Logan barked, "when I talk, I except them to listen!" Michael looked up, torn away from his thoughts, and shrugged casually, like he didn't have a care in the world. Logan fought the urge to grab the boy by the collar of his basketball shirt and having a real man-to-man talk with him. This isn't the time, he thought to himself, we have a game in less than an hour. You can talk to him later. Logan took a deep breath and put on his basketball-coach face back on.
"As you know, we're facing a non-mutant team, so NONE of you will be using your mutant powers," Logan hesitated and then grinned, "well, at least don't let anyone catch you using your powers anyway." Logan stopped as Bobby raised his hand slowly to ask a question.
"Um…will the players on the other team be about our age, Coach?" He asked. Logan shrugged.
"Not sure. Xavier never told me any of that and I never asked. I think they'll probably be anyway. And now, before they arrive, let's practise a few more of our plays…"
"They've arrived," Xavier announced, touching his forehead briefly.
"Pardon?"
"The other team has arrived for Logan's basketball game," Xavier looked up at Ororo, the only one that was in his study for the moment, "would you please do me a favour, Ororo?"
"Of course," she replied with a smile.
"Go outside and greet the team and their coach. Lead them to the Danger Room and make sure they don't see anything that their eyes shouldn't see." Ororo nodded and got up from the chair. Just as she was about to go though, she paused and turned around to look back at her mentor.
"I know what you wish to ask, my child," he said before she could say a word, "why did I allow a non-mutant school to come here and threaten our secrets to be exposed? Well, the headmaster of that school is actually one of my good friends, and is also a mutant. If anything happens, I trust that my good friend will take care of it."
Ororo thought about it for a second and opened her mouth to ask another question, but once again, Xavier interrupted before she could say anything.
"Of course, your team would also be allowed to face another team from a different school also." Ororo grinned and nodded.
"Thanks, professor." She opened the wooden doors to go.
"Oh, and Ororo?"
"Yes, professor?"
"We're a normal school for the gifted."
"Of course," she smiled, "I just hope the other students remember that…"
The bus slowed to a stop outside the doors of the vast building and the students inside the bus peered outside the windows. The doors to the bus slowly opened and a man in his mid-thirties stepped out, clad in a white t-shirt and black jeans. He was well-built, although not muscular like a body builder, had well defined muscles and dark, brown hair. He shielded his light brown eyes against the sun with his hands, and saw a woman pushing the doors to the school open and walking outside. At first, he thought that it was an old woman because of her long, locks of white hair. But as she approached, he realized how wrong he was.
Everything about her -her face, body- seemed to radiant beauty and nature. Although the glint in her eyes revealed how much she had gone through in her life, she had a strange youthful energy that the man couldn't quite place. A soft breeze ruffled the ends of her hair, which strangely seemed to suit her. When she was in front of him, she had a polite smile on and held out her hand to him.
"Welcome to Xavier's School for the Gifted," she said, "my name's Ororo Munroe."
"Joseph Langdon," he replied, shaking her outstretched hand. Up close, Joseph could see something even more beautiful and strange than her locks of hair. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen in his life. It was coloured like the sky, unlike the dark blue Joseph was so use to seeing. "I'm from David Stram Sports University"
"University?" she repeated, surprised.
"Yah." Joseph pointed to the students that were starting to step out of the bus. They all looked to be at least seventeen to twenty-nine! Ororo's stifled a laugh as she imagined Logan's reaction. Oh, he was in for a BIG surprise.
"Is there a problem, Miss. Munroe?" he frowned.
"No, of course not!" Ororo exclaimed, smiling brightly as Joseph, "here, let me lead you all inside, Mr. Langdon." She waited for everyone on the bus to get off before leading them towards the doors of the school.
A few feet away from Ororo, Joseph caught Tony, one of his twenty-one year old students, talking to his friend.
"Yo man, that Munroe girl's mighty fine," he said with a grin, nudging his friend, "check her out, man."
"Give it up, Tony," his friend laughed, rolling his eyes, "I bet she's at least eight years older than you."
"So? Chicks dig younger men."
"You don't even have a chance, man. She's way outta your league."
"Oh shut up!" Tony boxed his friend on the shoulder and his buddy responded by pushing him back with a laugh. Joseph chuckled to himself. University boys are still boys. They were right about one thing though, Joseph thought as he caught Ororo's eye and saw her smile brightly at him as she pulled open the door. She was, as Tony put it, "mighty fine."
"And this is our gym, where the basketball court is," Ororo said. She leaned down to punch in the access code. Joseph's eyebrows shot up in surprise as a retina scanner popped out. Ororo smiled apologetically at the man and spread open her eye with her fingers to allow the machine to scan it. Then a miniature mike popped out.
"Ororo Munroe," she said clearly into the mike. The machine processed the information for a few seconds.
"Identity verified," the machine said, "Welcome Ororo Munroe." The metal doors slid open and Ororo stepped in. Wow, Joseph thought, that's the first time I've seen so much protection for a school gym. The group stepped into the room to see a bunch of teenagers sitting, exhausted, on the floor.
"Whoa," a couple of guys from Joseph's team said, "don't tell me we're facing those bunch of kids." Knowing that they had arrived the moment they entered the Danger Room, Logan jogged towards them, swearing under his breath as he saw the members of their opposing team.
"Logan, this is Mr. Langdon and his…uh…team," Ororo said, stifling a laugh. The look on Logan's face was just hilarious.
"Robert Langdon," the university teacher greeted, holding up a hand for Logan to shake. Logan ignored it and stared at the men behind Joseph.
"This is your team?" Logan asked gruffly. Joseph nodded and waved his hand at the teenagers that were sitting, suddenly alert, on the floor. They were staring at them, all wondering who the hell all the big guys were.
"Is that your team?"
"Yah," Logan challenged, "you've got a problem with that?"
"No, of course not, Mr. Logan," Joseph said, "I was just wondering why Professor Xavier would have two different teams with such a huge…um…age difference play against each other."
"First of all, it's just Logan, and second, how the hell would I know? Xavier planned all this. That crazy-old man is way too unpredictable."
"Logan," said a voice as the metal doors to the Danger Room slid open, "I would prefer it if you wouldn't call me a 'crazy old man'."
Logan winced. Oh, shit.
There's no such school with that name. I just made it up. And if there is, I'm not making any reference to it at all.
And there goes the end of another chapter. When I saw all the reviews you people gave me, I think I almost cried in happiness. Seriously. So once again, I ask all of your to review right after you're done reading this. And I mean RIGHT after. Go to that review thingy right after you read the period in the next sentence. Thanks. :D
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