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Ororo and Logan were laughing less than half an hour after a gruelling battle and they could hardly believe what they each had found in one another's company. The only problem for both was expressing what they felt to the other. As their laughter ceased, their eyes locked and Ororo licked her lips. She took a step closer to him, her hand resting lightly on the workbench where they had been checking the new seedlings growths. Two days and already one was blooming stupendously. One or two if the others were quite strong, but there was a shy, small pair in the corner of the planting boxes, a pair that were intertwined. Closing her eyes and taking a breath, Ororo smiled to herself before speaking in a low and gentle voice.

"Logan, I-"

His finger brushed against her lips and Logan was the one to step closer this time, turning the distance between them into inches. "Hush darlin'…"

He leant forward and she met him halfway, their lips locking together as if it they were supposed to be that way. Ororo's hands crept around Logan's shoulders, as one of his remained on her cheek and the other steadied them both by holding her waist gently but firmly.

A breeze rose outside gently and the sun shone more brightly, as if trying to convey the love-struck Ororo's happiness across the world, so everyone could bask in the reflected glory. Logan's usually cold and untrusting exterior slipped and any who saw him would think he was a man too compassionate for words, and so in love it was almost a like fairytale romance.

Breathlessly they broke apart and both their eyes shone with newfound love and wonder. Wordlessly, Ororo brought one of her own hands to press Logan's against her cheek so she could nuzzle it gently. Logan smiled stupidly and rubbed his thumb across her silky smooth skin.

'Love eh?' he thought, 'Strange things it can do t' ya.'

He stretched his arms out and placed his hands on her shoulders, considering for a moment. She smiled, making his heart pound almost painfully against his chest. Logan remembered how he had felt for Jean, Mariko. And they didn't compare, nothing could compare with how he felt in that moment. How he wanted to feel for the rest of his life.

"'Ro?"

"Yes Logan, I will. We shall."

He smiled contentedly and drew the goddess into the warmth of his arms. Life, he thought to himself as she kissed his neck, isn't all that bad.

Elsewhere, another couple were sharing the same sentiments. Turning her green eyes on the man she had resisted for so long, Rogue smiled and was rewarded with one from the man so now admitted, to him and herself, she loved. He moved closer to her under the thin sheets that covered her bed. She snuggled into his shoulder, still baffled by the fact they could do this. Be together, skin to skin contact and both of them live through it. Lazily, she ran a finger up his chest and smiled at the shudder it received.

"Petite, you gone and gone poor Remy out already. You have the advanced stamina, and whilst Remy is no quitter, he is mighty tired."

Rogue giggled and Remy kissed the top of her head. "Ya knew what ah was lahke Remy, it was your choice sugah."

Now it was his turn to laugh, and give her a funny look. His fingers danced across her cheek, barely touching her skin, making her smile even more. It was the fact that he didn't touch her even when he could that made the difference. The fact that he'd waited for so long to be with her, and remained by her side, though she couldn't kiss him, hug him too closely, even hold hands without gloves. It was that he had loved her beyond that, beyond the face she showed everyone, of the tough, yet beautiful Southern belle who could stick up for herself, hold her own and some.

"Yeah, I be knowing what you're like chere, but it don't mean I gotta be willin' to admit that a girl, even one as gifted as you, could wear me out."

"Aw, come off it swamprat, y'all gonna make me blush."

"And Remy aint done that already mon chere?"

"Shut up you goofball. You know what ah meant."

"Oui, I be willin' t' admit that t' you."

"…Remy?"

"Yes Rogue?"

"Please be quiet and kiss meh instead."

"With pleasure petite."

Lying together, not for the first time in her room, but as a first for a few other things, they felt that they had put the world to rights, and were continuing to do so. Yes, they agreed unknowingly with Logan, life isn't all that bad.

Jubilee and Bobby had left the mansion, left for Europe, a holiday they claimed. Kitty knew different. She knew her friend. Smiling to herself she turned back to the still unpacking Kurt. She threw herself on the bed and grinned, glad she'd gotten over the fear she had once had for him. "You still not done? Man, you pack more than me."

Kurt gave her a look and she shrugged. "Hey, that was once, and I didn't know where I was going, so everything had to go in there."

"All your teddy bears too Katschen?" Kurt remarked cheekily and had a pillow thrown at him.

Kitty scowled and bit into an apple she'd grabbed from the kitchen, before he'd 'ported them from there too. Chewing slowly, she thought before she spoke again. "So Margali okay?"

"Ja. She is fine. Jimaine is going to come and stay with us soon, she said to say hi from her."

"Yeah, ditto."

"Kitty, I vill not see her for a vhile now."

"Still, when you do, ditto, okay?"

Kurt sighed and shook his fuzzy head at the girl he had had to work so hard with to accept him. He hid a smile and pretended to look annoyed. "Kitty, if you don't intend to help me, zen you should really go and bug somevon else."

"Nein." Kitty answered with a cheeky grin. "You're more fun to bug."

Kurt raised his eyes towards the ceiling and put his hands together in prayer. "Vhy Lord? Vhy do you leave me here vithout Peter to save me from Keety Pryde?"

The other pillow from his bed hit him square in the side of his face, firstly for the prayer and secondly for making fun of her name again; he squeaked loudly as he fell over. Kitty rolled around on his bed laughing, until she fell off one side, causing him to laugh even harder and in the end, it was that way that Amanda Sefton, or Jimaine Szardos, as she had been born, found them. She stepped into the room and smirked at her crazy boyfriend and her friend on the floor in tears of laughter.

"Okay you two, who did it?"

Her comment made the pair on the floor stop and look at her. Kurt raised his head, wiping away his tears then grinning at Kitty before they both yelled one word at her.

"DITTO!"

Then they both burst into more laughter, stronger than before and with renewed strength from their second break. Try as she might, Amanda was powerless to resist their infectious giggling and ended up sitting leaning against the doorframe holding her sides. All three were as happy as she could remember, and that made life here much more easy and living in general less painful.

Professor heard their laughter from his study down the hall and felt the warm blurred thoughts of the other X-Men, causing him to smile more than he was already. In his hand he held a letter that had 12 stamps on it and was printed in old fashioned handwriting. He had laughed when he saw it, someone didn't know how to post a letter. But his laughter had changed to a faster pulse and a wide smile. Lilandra was coming to Earth, and Charles Xavier couldn't have been more excited or happy.

Hank and Tessa were arguing, again, down in the hangar. After putting their 'friend' Juggernaut in a containment cell and checking he would be comfortable, without his helmet of course, they had left him unconscious. Hank had muttered something about jet upgrades, so Tessa had offered her assistance.

Now they stood a few feet apart, yelling at each other, eyes flashed angrily and Tessa's cheeks were flushed. Hank gripped the screwdriver hard in his hand to refrain punching a wall or something, as she clenched her fists.

"FOR HEAVENS SAKE!"

"OH, THAT'S RIGHT, GO ON, MAKE A FUSS, LIKE IT'S ONLY YOU YOU YOU!"

"HANK MCCOY! YOU ARE GETTTING ON MY NERVES!"

"TESSA! YOU'VE BEEN GETTING ON MINE FOR HALF AN HOUR!"

"FINE! I'LL GO!"

She turned away and walked to the door, her stride measured and her breathing laboured. Hank hung his head and held up a hand. "Wait. Please?"

Tessa paused, not turning. "What Henry, what do you want?"

"Tessa, you know I didn't mean all of that nonsense. You aren't like that, and I know it, it's just my-"

"Your what Hank? Your not trusting me because of my association with the Hellfire Club? I know I don't deserve that trust, but I am trying." Her eyes watered and her hands unclenched, behind her, Henry McCoy felt awful.

"Tessa, I know, and I do trust you. Implicitly. It's just I didn't before and it's still a shock to my system how my emotion has changed toward to in the last twenty-four hours."

Curious, Tessa turned to face her love. "Your emotions changed? You changed your mind about me?"

"Well…" he blustered, "Well yes, I must admit that I – I, well, I changed my opinions yes."

Her eyes lit up and her whole composure changed. She was quickly by his side and he looked up, meeting her smile. His breath hitched slightly as she bend over to pick up a wrench.

"Let's get this finished Mr McCoy."

"Quite Miss Niles."

Only three people in the building were unaware of the commotion upstairs, and they were in a very strange situation. Two were locked in the DR, or the Danger Room, on a honeymoon program, made by Doctor Hank McCoy and Ororo Monroe. The other was in the observation room above the DR and was beginning to tamper with all the program outlines.

Scott and Jean Summers grabbed each others arms as the scene around them shook. Jean's eyes widened and she looked to Scott in surprise. "Scott? What's going on?"

"I… I…"

he was lost for words, and unsure of himself for the first time in his favourite room. Locked in, trapped. Who the heck was messing with the console! Standing, he helped Jean to her feet, before trying to find the wall of the Danger Room.

"Scott, you won't solve this like that, you know that."

"Jean, trust me. There's always a loophole, a way out. That's how the Danger Room is designed hun, somewhere in here there is a panel, so we can get out."

"I don't think so Scott, or should I call you Cyclops in there?"

A rude voice interrupted the pair, and caused them to look around the room in horror. A laugh resounded, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere. Jean began to search for a mental signal quietly, as Scott answered the villain.

"Black Tom! You answer me this instant! What the heck do you think you're doing!"

The laugh sounded again and a hologram of the Irish fiend appeared in front of Cyclops. "Why I'm just getting set up at this moment, what are you doing Scott?"

Grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw and fists, Scott looked back to Jean, who's eyes flashed open in sudden shock. "Scott…"

"Jean!"

He turned away from Tom Cassidy, Black Tom, and held his wife's hand as she rebuilt her shielding and told Scott what she had found through their link. His eyes widened behind his glasses and his jaw dropped. She squeezed his hand and hugged him to her as they both saw the observation windows appear with their tormentors ready to begin.

He's with a telepath Scott, I almost found him, but then-

"'Lynne…" Scott whispered, as Jean's eyes filled with tears of worry, anger and hate.

"Hello there Scottie, have you missed me?"

That's all for now. I hope you like it! Get ready for the Danger Room workout of a lifetime.

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