Kimenomi: Well, I'll tell you now. I most certainly am continuing this saga for at least two more stories. And I'm planning a spin-off about Logan's past, with Roxanne, Stryker, etc.

Blix: No words? Aw, it wasn't that sad was it? ;.;

Sych: Lol, Gambit is a great character. I know mental breakdown sounds extreme, but it seemed to make sense if he is under so much mental stress from hidden emotions. And that about wishing you could see more of Roxanne, don't forget the spin-off I talked to you about!

Omala: Well, it's hard to stop loving someone instantaneously. True, he realises just how deep his feelings go for Roxanne, but it doesn't stop him feeling for Aurora also. It probably doesn't help that he knows he will never see Roxanne again.

Chapter 11

The door to Logan's room was slammed shut with an agitated growl. Logan spun from his door, dropping down to sit on the bed in the darkness of his room. A misty light filtered in through his window, the sun low in the sky, as the day gathered it's rays to replenish the sky with darkness. Logan's head lowered to his hands and he remained sitting there with his bowed head being cradled, eyes staring down at the floor. His breathing was escalated with a furious rattle, a vehement strike of jealously already flashing through his heart. He knew his jealously was unfair, for he had been feeling guilty for feeling so much for Roxanne after things he had confessed affection for Aurora. But now, after she had gone off with that newcomer, that Gambit.. it made his blood boil fiercely.

He shook his head gently in his hands, thoughts stampeding through his mind at a painful rate, none making sense, accusations and threats spinning in a wild flurry. He exhaled a long and steady breath, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. Logan knew he had to calm down, and so he gently released his angered breaths, eyes tightly shut as he tried to fight off the impulse to go and wreck something.

Perhaps Aurora had not wanted Gambit to go near her, let alone touch her. Logan sensed that Gambit was a sly character; it was possible, very possible indeed. But Logan couldn't shake away the burning feeling of sadness at it. What if she had accepted his intentions, what if she had only gone so far because Logan had arrived in time? He made a small snarl to himself, hands gripping his hair as he glared at the floor.

He only wished Aurora had no intentions in whatever act they performed. He'd find out eventually, he'd keep an eye out.

But now, now he decided it was time to go. He stood up hurriedly, wheeling around the room and grabbing his leather jacket off the nearby chair. He threw it over his shoulders, arms stabbing through the holes before he ripped the door open and stalked out of the room, footsteps heavily going down the corridor.

Logan speedily turned to run down the staircase, leaping from step to step expertly, he fluidly continued down, spinning around the banister as he proceeded to the main entrance. However he felt his heart slump down to the bottom of his ribcage to settle upon his leadened stomach when he heard light footsteps running towards him,

"Logan! Logan, wait!" cried a voice.

His walk haltered, boots silencing upon the long rug that stretched down the centre of the main entrance from the double wooden doors to the large and beautiful fireplace. It was Aurora who had spoke, and Logan exhaled heavily. He didn't say anything however, even as she came quietly behind him.

"Please don't go," she said softly, stepping timidly to face him, "I need to talk to you,"

"No.." said Logan softly as he stepped around her, "I have nothing to say. There's somebody else who needs me and my worthless time."

But Aurora tried to stop him, grabbing his arm, "Logan, no! You don't see how Remy – "

"Oh? Callin' him Remy now are you?" he snarled before pushing her away with his arm.

Aurora gasped softly as his elbow shoved into her chest, sending the woman back a few steps, almost falling but she remained her graceful standing. She made a pained breath as she rubbed at the centre of her chest in response to his rather rough handling. Logan glared at her for a few more seconds before he turned and slouched out of the hallway, the large door being slammed with the same furious effort as before.

Siren was sat in the recreational room, resting in a large emerald armchair that was positioned by the open fire, and she remained buried into it's plush cushioning; there was a magazine in her lap, which she flicked through contentedly. Her eyes scanned down the pages, it appeared to be a style magazine, and she was currently viewing a page of hair-dos for Christmas parties. She hmmed thoughtfully, pulling her glossy hair together and she idly forced it into a bun, testing its position before unravelling it and experimenting some more.

However, her attention drifted as she heard a few staggering footsteps, and she saw Gambit run into the room from the corridor, speeding on through the open door. Siren spun her head round fully to him, raising a slim brow, "What is it?"

Gambit exhaled gently, chest heaving from what had appeared to be a run, "Nothing, nothing," he dismissed, "Just, er, making a speedy getaway, ya know," he grinned broadly.

"Oh?" questioned Siren with a laugh, turning some more in her chair as she peered over to him, "What have you been up to?"

But Gambit shook his head, raising his hands, "Cannot say, my dear. My lips are sealed." He grinned cheekily before waving to her, "See you later Adrienne," and he backed out of the room with a mocking bow before lightly running down the corridor and out of sight.

With another tune of soft laughter, Siren shook her head as she watched her brother disappear. The smile lingered on her lips as she glanced back down to her reading material, the room falling quiet once more.

But just then, another sound came from the door, and once more Siren peered around the back of the armchair to see nothing but a moving Christmas tree. Her brow rose once more, only seeing a pair of shoes shuffle unsteadily behind it as it was carried into the room, large branches obscuring the carrier, "Are you alright?" she asked unsurely, craning her head.

The tree was lowered gently to the floor, laid it out across the wooden boards. The person behind it was revealed, and his head rose up to smile shyly to her, "I'm fine," answered Scott, who looked pleased to see her.

Siren's face spread to a warm smile as she noticed him, she lowered her magazine, turning fully to him, "Oh, are you decorating it?"

"Yup," he answered, lifting the tree upright and positioning it in the corner in it's designated pot, he flushed out the branches, gently separating those that got tangled, "Want to lend me a hand?" he asked, peering over his shoulder to her with a smile.

"Oui," she said cheerfully, hopping out of the chair and going over to the corner, "So, do you do this every year?"

"You mean decorate the mansion?" he asked, pulling a cardboard box over and crouching to sift through it. Siren nodded gently, looking down to the box. "Well, yeah, though it was rather delayed this year. We felt it to be somewhat inappropriate when Logan was.. away.."

Siren ran her hand gently through the silver tinsel that spilled out across the floor, "Understandable," she replied with a small nod of her head.

"Right then, let's work from the bottom, up," suggested Scott as he raised the loop of Christmas lights out of the box. Siren took the other end and slowly she rested it on the lowest branch. She then let Scott take control, watching him shuffle around the tree, weaving the wire higher and higher. Her lips spread to a smirk, bright eyes studying him as he stretched up to reach the top of the tree. She gave a soft chuckle at the way he strained to reach, rising up on tiptoes, his shirt noticeably rising up over his bare stomach as his arms fought to secure the lights at the top of the tree. "How's that?" he asked, dropping back down upon his feet and stepping back a little, plugging in the lights, which then suddenly burst alive with a wonderful glow of white light.

"Très gentil.." she whispered softly, rising her hands in gesture, "But it needs more decorations, eh?"

Scott nodded, pulling at his trousers as crouched down to the box of decorations, he pulled out the silver tinsel from earlier, turning to the tree and beginning to layer it around the large pine branches. Siren crouched back down to the box, looking through it with interest. However, something caught her eye. She brushed away a piece of plastic holly and sparkling red tinsel to pick out a small piece of mistletoe. Her lips instead spread to a mischievous scarlet smirk. Her head rose to watch Scott drape the end of the tinsel upon the highest branch before he stepped back, studying at it with a satisfied smile.

"There, I think – " he began as he heard her walk over to him, but his words faltered as he noticed that Siren stood right beside him, one arm raised. His eyes cautiously followed upwards to see a piece of mistletoe hanging from her slim grasp of cerise nails. Its leaves glowed gently in the flush of light from the tree, and it swayed gently in a sly motion. Scott blinked gently, looking to her then back at it, "Oh.. mistletoe," he commented anxiously, stating the obvious.

This made Siren smile all the wider, "Surely you're aware of the customs that come from hanging mistletoe?"

"Yeah.." replied Scott, nodding his head, looking up to the mistletoe and back to the smiling face of Siren. He gave a nervous sort of grin at her. Siren's face was ever confident as she rose up gently to his face. Unlike their kiss in the classroom, which was tender and gentle, Siren took his mouth speedily in a passionate kiss, seizing his lips in her own. Scott didn't object, though he returned her kiss hesitantly since a barrage of thoughts tumbled around his mind in a few seconds that made him want to stop, continue, and ravish all at the same time. The mistletoe that Siren held was discarded as she idly threw it behind her; it spun merrily through the air before landing on the wooden flooring under the table, forgotten. With her free hand she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as she continue to seize the moment with every ounce of emotion she had pent up over those last few months.

Ultimately, Scott decided against pausing, and continued to repetitively brush his lips upon hers, his own hands finding their way to her back, bringing her warm body in close contact with his.

With a gasp for a well needed breath Siren pulled her lips slowly from his, leaving them lingering just a mere few inches from his as she spoke her next words in a low voiced whisper, "How about we finish that tree, hm?"

Scott chuckled softly under his breath; resting his hands gently upon her shoulders, "Good idea," he murmured in undertone, giving her lips a quick and light kiss of finality before he stepped away from her, feeling her soft hands fall from his neck slowly, reluctantly. The cold air seemed to lash at his bare neck at the lack of her embrace, but he watched her fondly as she crouched down by the box of decorations, sifting through to select some baubles for the tree, passing some gently to Scott, who took them from her with a lingering brush of his hand upon hers. Their eyes rose from the glass baubles, meeting each other's temporarily. They shared an exchange of smiles before Scott turned, beginning to hang the baubles upon the tree, scattering them across the pine branches.

Siren remained sat on the floor beside the box, eyes watching him as she sighed softly to herself, looking down in her lap. Her tongue brushed at her moist lips slowly, a thoughtful expression over her face before she looked longingly back up to Scott again, who remained unaware of her gaze as he busied himself around the tree.

From time to time, Siren handed different coloured baubles to Scott, who in turn rotated back to the large and now extremely beautiful tree, placing them in the bare patches. At last, he placed one lavender spiral shaped bauble upon the last remaining branch, relieving it of its naked greenness, bringing it alive with the new additional colour. He smiled fondly at the tree, turning his head and glancing down to Siren, "Looks like we did a good job."

Siren nodded her head with a grin, "Very beautiful.," she replied, pushing herself up from the floor, the now rather scarce cardboard box being held in her hands.

Scott quietly watched her rise up her feet, nodding his head gently as he admired her, "I know," he answered softly, taking the box from her, giving her one last smile before he turned from the room, only lingering temporarily in the doorway to turn his head and peer over his shoulder at her. She was still watching him. Scott bowed his head gently in farewell, and he walked away down the glistening corridors of tinsel and various Christmas lights.

Siren turned her head slowly to the Christmas tree, sighing as she took a few steps back to sit down on the sofa, relaxing back, but her eyes happened upon the dropped mistletoe and she bent over to pick it up off the floor. Sitting up in the seat she studied the mistletoe, smiling fondly at it, twirling it in her fingertips, "Merry Christmas.." she whispered to herself softly.

Yay, it's getting closer to Christmas, please review! I'll be doing the website very soon! In time for Christmas, hopefully.