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Summery: He watches people and decides to talk to her. What happens when two Lonely Souls talk? What do two lonely souls talk about anyways?

Epilogue: Mine

Over the past four months a lot has changed at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters.

Scott eventually stopped grieving over Jean and moved on with another redhead who he met in Alaska, named Madelyn Pryor. Madelyn greatly resembled Jean and some felt that Scott hasn't moved up, but replaced Jean, hoping that Madelyn could take her place.

Rogue finally stopped worrying about Logan and broke up with Robert 'Bobby' Drake and was in an off again and on again relationship with Remy 'Gambit' Lebeau who was a major Cajun flirt. The Southern Belle was also in training to become an X-woman.

And Xavier was still acting the same.

They received four new members at the Institute to. One of them was the cocky Cajun flirt Rogue was dating. Remy could kinetically charge non-organic object and make them go boom. The second one was Warren Worthington the third. He grew up in a wealthy family who sent him to the Institute after a pair of white feathered wings grew from his back. Because of his wings Warren in known as Angle throughout the Institute. The third was a blue furred doctor named Hack McCoy but he is also known as Henry or Beat. Hank had enhances senses but not as powerful as Wolverine's and super strength. He became the doctor at the Institute. The fourth was a young green haired woman named Lorna Dane who also goes by Polaris. Lorna had powers similar to Magneto, but hers weren't as powerful. She was currently seeing Bobby.

Over the past four months Logan and Ororo grew closer. They had been spending time together when ever they could and you could never find one without the other close by. On the battle field and during training, Wolverine and Storm worked as one, each one knowing the other's move without exchanging a pair of words. They eat their meals together in the cafeteria in a comfortable silence and sometimes exchanging a few kind words. Because of the snow, they spent a lot of time in her room merely talking about their day. They where in her room a lot because it was the closest they could get to nature without going into the snow. They also spend a lot of time on the roof top; just hanging out. Sometimes they even went out, but where the couple went, no one knows for sure.

Most residents at the Institute were waiting for the couple to get together, so they got together and made a plan…

It was Valentines Day and as planned everyone coupled up for the loving holiday and left the Institute to go and their dates, leaving Storm and Wolverine behind…

Logan sat on the roof top wearing his usual attire that was made up of a pair of blue boot cut jean, tanned hiking boots and a red checkered flannel shirt long sleeve under his leather jacket. He stared over at the Institute grounds as the last of the cars drove out of the drive way with a six pack of beer beside him and only one was open. Hey, the night was still young; he'll finish his beer in no time at all. He waited for her and because he knew that she would find him sooner or later he wasn't smoking any of his cigars. She hated the scent it gave of.

Dressed in a pair of black jeans that hugged all of her curves and flared out around her leather three-inch high heeled boots with a white long sleeve shirt that clung to her breasts and flared out around her pants she wandered the halls of her home looking for him. An hour later and still not able to find him, Ororo walked up into her room, hoping to maybe find him there. When she didn't find him in her bedroom, she knew where he was. The African woman put on her leather jacket as her eyes turned white. Storm created a wind current strong enough to lift her up and carry her to her skylights. She hung in the air while she opened up the wind and flew out into the night. A smile graced her face when she saw the Canadian on the roof top drinking his beer. She gently landed on her feet beside him and gracefully sat down beside him.

Logan knew she found him before she ever sat down side him. Her company made him smile as he reached beside him and grabbed a new bottle of beer which he handed to the Beauty beside him.

Ororo smiled at gratefully at the Canadian as she accepted the beer her offered her. She only did this with him. Drink. She used to go out weekly with Jean but since the redhead is dead, she made new traditions. Jean and Logan are the only ones that have seen her drink, and they haven't told a soul, which Ororo is grateful for because if others did know, it might ruin her reputation around the Institute.

Logan gently draped an around over Ororo's slim but strong shoulder and felt her lean against him. He nursed his beer while he comfortably held Ororo in his arms and she nursed hers. The couple sat in silence of the roof top for an hour until in started to snow.

"Darlin'?" Logan broke the comfortable silence as he watched the snow flakes fall from the sky and cover the roof top and the ground below.

He didn't have to ask his question for her to know what he wanted to know, they knew each other that well. Storm smiled at his silent question and gazed up at him with warm blue eyes. "It is not me." She answered.

Logan looked down at the dark skinned woman and smiled a smile that is and will always be meant for her. There are only two people who he really smiled at, and that was to the Southern belle and the Goddess, but the smiles where different. He smiled at Rogue like a father might smile at his daughter; he smiled at Ororo like one would smile at their lover. "Just makin' sure." He replied and pushed a strand of long white hair out of her face. "Is anyone else 'ere, Darlin'?" He asked her.

Ororo smiled back at Logan with the same type of smile. She nodded her head in responds, "Yes." She told him and tore her gaze away to look up into the falling snow. "It is strange how the Institute is always full and now it is just… empty."

Logan nodded his head in agreement and watched Ororo stare up into the heavens. God she was beautiful, and he has known that since they talked out in the gardens. He knew about the rumors that travel through the Institute halls about the both of them and on some level, he mused, they were right. He pushed her thick white hair out of her face and gently kissed her forehead.

Ororo looked at Logan upon feeling his soft lips brush against her forehead. She noticed the faraway look he wore on his face and remained silent. When he wanted to talk, he would, she's learned that over the past few months.

He remembered the talk he had with Rogue earlier and smirked lightly to himself unaware of her blue eyes on him. She had grown quite feisty since Lebeau arrived at the Institute. She asked him about his and Ororo's relationship and when he told her that they were just friends, she asked him if he loved her, without thought, Logan answered 'Yes' and that was when Rogue gave him a little advise about relationships. And that's putting hit mildly.

He slowly faded out of his thoughts and locked eyes with clear blue ones. He smiled at the woman next to him. "S'nice havin' the place tah our self." He told her softly.

Ororo nodded her head, "Yes it is." She agreed. Ororo set her bottle of beer on the roof top before she moved to sit on her knees in front of him. She reached up and ran her fingers into his snow covered hair in a feeble attempt to get rid of the wet white snowflakes. When she finished and looked at Logan she noticed the strange expression he wore on his face. It was close to the expression he had when he was in her bathroom. "What?" She asked him breathlessly and licked her suddenly dry lips.

A low growl rumbled in his chest when he saw her wet her lips. He could smell her sudden heat and he wasn't even touched her yet. Just like the night when he walked into her bathroom. He moved his hand into her wild white hair and brought her lips down to his in a tender kiss. Unlike he had expected; Ororo didn't pull away. Instead, she moved her own hands to the back of his head as she kissed him back just as gently. It felt right, like this was supposed to happen.

Ororo pulled away when the need for oxygen was too great. She looked at Logan and smiled shyly at him. He smiled back at her, and gently stroked her cheek. "Happy Valentines Day, Darlin'." He told her. She moved to sit back down beside him with his arm over her shoulder and leaned against him.

They sat in a relaxed silence merely watching the white snow caress the school grounds. After a while, Ororo suddenly spoke. "What now?"

Logan gently tightened his hold on her in a possessive manner and set her chin on top of her head; their beer long forgotten as he thought up on answer for her question. "I don' know, Darlin', but I want yah to be mine." He answered her softly.

Ororo knew the Feral Canadian well enough to know that this was his way from asking her to be his girl friend; it was part of who he was, part of the animal within him. She'd be his mate, and he'd be hers. She moved against to look into his coral black eyes. "We could give it a try." She replied just above a whisper.

Logan smiled at her answered, and again, moved his hand into her white mane only to bring her lips back upon his. After a few breathless kisses they moved into her bedroom for not their first night together, but the first night as lovers.

Nothing has changed between the two of them except for that it has. Over the past few months Wolverine and Storm grew into lovers only they weren't able to see it until now.

The blizzard that hit the town was Westchester let the residents know that the Wolverine was finally with the Storm.

They made love late into the night and early into the morning to celebrate their choice and the members, their family, was happy for them.

Author's Note: There! That's the Epilogue. I know it's not the best but I do hope that you all enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think. Thank you.

I would like to thank all of my reviewers who convinced me that this wasn't a load of rubbish and kept me writing. Thank you!