Helena rubbed her head as she sat in the lonely room. Her company just looked through the papers, not paying attention to her. She breathed in deep and took her mirror out of her purse. Here, her hair was a light strawberry blonde and much longer than she had ever had it.
Just at that moment, they both heard the door open and shut. Her company stood and shook the hand of an older man, accompanied by a younger man who looked almost forty. He was somewhat attractive, black hair and blue eyed with pale skin and a nice black suit on.
He didn't even look up at Helena when he sat down silently. His company said, "Do we have everything in order?"
"Yes," said her own company, "We've decided we don't want the apartment, so whatever you would like to do with it is alright."
The younger man leaned over to the older one, and he nodded, saying, "We don't want it. We'll put it up for sale and that'll be that. My client wants to know what you plan on doing about the ring."
Helena looked at the young man, unbelievingly. Her spokesperson looked at her and whispered, "What do you want to do Ms. Bianchi?"
She couldn't bear hearing those words. Finally, her fist she had clenched began to punch into her skin, "This is the last thing I'll do for you," she said and stood, taking off her ring.
Helena stared at the young man, and then slid the ring across the table at him. Reflexively, he caught it before he fell. When he looked up again, she was standing next to his seat at the door. With the coldness consuming her, she told him, "I'm not the only one that's different David."
Not letting her lawyer speak, she slammed the door behind her and left in a rage.
Gasping, Helena awoke in a place she did not think she would be. Looking around, she realized that she was in the countryside of New York.
"Oh right," she realized she was at Xavier's. She glanced over at her calendar, and sighed happily; knowing it was Saturday and she didn't have to go teach her classes.
After two months of teaching there, she had gotten into a pretty good routine. However, when she tried to get out of bed, she couldn't. She was stuck. Holding her head, she wondered, 'How drunk did I get last night?'
Turning over, she realized what had happened. Warren was next to her, asleep. She whispered aloud to herself, "Did I finally?"
She hadn't gotten Warren into bed whatsoever in the past two months course of their dating relationship. But, seeing him next to her, she realized that last night was their first night. Now that her memory was coming back, she was shocked to remember it. It was the first time a guy was with her, and did everything slowly. Not that it was boring; it was actually quite stimulating, and hot.
Grinning about it, she leaned back in bed and stared at him. She brushed her hand along his face, and over his smooth hairless chest. Still interested in exploring, she placed her hand on his wings; she had a fetish for his wings.
Anxiously, she leaned over him and kissed him intimately. Waking up, Warren was surprised by this but kissed her back. Helena moaned, but it quickly turned into a laugh.
Pulling back from him, she said, "Don't do that!"
He had poked her in her side. Frustrated, she got out of bed and began to get dressed. Then, she asked him, "Do you want to fly out and get some breakfast?"
"You know I can't, I have that business trip with my father today. We're flying to L.A. and then Atlanta and then to Japan. I told you I wouldn't be back for a week, remember?"
Helena pulled a sweatshirt over her and rolled her eyes, "Uh-huh. Why don't you just fly yourself home after the China trip; I'd be a quicker ride with you at the wing. Ha, get it, you at the wing?"
He shook his head, "You're hopeless."
She got back on the bed and leaned close to him, "Come back here as soon as you can Angel-man. Got it?"
"If I have to." He groaned.
Her mouth dropped, "That's it, get your pants on and get out!"
"No, I don't think so," he leaned closer to her, but she pushed him back.
"I'm serious, get out!" but by that point, he laid down on her and kissed her passionately.
Helena slid her hand behind his head, his hair still too short to grab. Coming up from her, he said, "I have to go."
A few minutes later, Helena opened the front door to the school for him and said, "Have a good trip; get to know your father, that whole shebang!"
He laughed and kissed her again, "Bye; I'll call you when I land!"
She waved as she watched him fly away in his business suit. After she watched him leave, she went into the kitchen to fix herself something. However, she wasn't alone when she got there.
"Good morning." She glowed as she passed Rogue in the kitchen.
"Hey Professor B."
"I was about to make pancakes, you want any?"
"Sure," Rogue said, sitting down at the counter.
A few minutes later, they sat eating blueberry pancakes with not much to say. Every so often, Helena could feel Rogue staring at her. Finally, she looked up at the girl and asked, "Alright, you've got my attention, what is it?"
Rogue grinned and asked her in a quite voice, "So, did you have fun last night?"
Helena gasped, "You heard?"
Rogue laughed a little, "No, I didn't. And luckily for you I don't think anyone else did either!"
"Well, then how do you know?" Helena asked.
"Oh come on, look at you! You're glowing. I know you've wanted to do it with him forever!"
"Honey, longer than you know!" Helena added, "And I say again, tell anyone that I mentioned this to you and I'll fail you from my class; even though you've got the highest grade in their after your test the other day!"
"I did? I passed? Thank you B!" she hugged her teacher happily.
"Yeah, you deserve it Marie."
They finished their pancakes, and Rogue asked Helena another question.
"Ms. B, do you think it's okay for me to have sex?"
Helena, drinking o.j., almost spilled it everywhere, "What? Have you?"
"No, but, I think I'm ready to, with Bobby."
Helena put the dishes away and went back to her seat next to Rogue, "Honey, I know I'm not the best role model to have, but you're too young!"
"No I'm not! I'm eighteen years old; and I love Bobby." She tried to convince her.
Helena sighed, and scratched her head, "I know you do. But, you don't need to have sex until after you're married. Because then, it's with someone who has officially dedicated his life to you. And you both have steady jobs by that point!"
"But what about you? You didn't wait-"
"Oh yes I did! David asked me plenty of times, but I made him wait!" Helena folded her arms proudly.
"David? You were married?" Rogue couldn't believe it.
Helena didn't realize that she hadn't mentioned it to anyone at the school, and sighed, "Yeah, I was."
"Oh," Rogue felt awful, "What happened?"
"Well, we started to fight; a lot. Then on day, he hit me. That's when we both knew it couldn't work. We were just going in different directions."
Rogue began thinking about this, along with her earlier question. Then, Helena leaned over to her and said, "Half of the marriages in this country end in divorce; it's a lot more common than you may think. But, at least when you're married, you're being supported financially and with someone who has committed himself to you. I mean, my marriage wasn't all bad. Only the last two years were rocky. But the first two, God were they great!
"Sex can be wonderful like that; you feel really proud of yourself too when you 'wait'. That's the best way I can explain my logic to you."
Rogue nodded, deciding she would think about it later. Then, she asked, "So, are you ready for today?"
Helena said, "I'm drawing a blank. Ready for what?"
"Practice! Our class is putting on a play, remember?"
"Oh, yeah! What time do we start again?"
"You told everyone 12 a.m. It's 11:30 just so you know."
"Right, I have to go change; I'll meet you down there!"
At promptly 12:05, Helena opened the double doors to the school's theater. It wasn't the size of Radio City Music Hall, but being quaint was the perfect size for the group.
Helena went down to the front row and pulled out her notebook, "Okay, this is the third week of practice guys, and I think we've made a lot of improvements already. Hmm, okay. We need to work on act one scene five; let's see where you guys have taken this one. Places people!"
Kitty and Jeff (the annoying kid known as Bronson) brought their scripts on stage and looked at her.
"You two just remember that Shakespeare's play Much Ado about Nothing is a comedy; you both sounded way to grave the last time I heard this scene. Try to lighten it up a little. Okay, begin!"
Kitty sighed nervously, and looked to Jeff to read.
He looked up at her, and said, "God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
gentleman or other shall 'scape a predestinate
scratched face."
Just then, Logan snuck into the theater through the audience door, watching them act it out like the typical high school actor. He leaned against the back wall and watched amused at the disaster.
Kitty: "Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
a face as yours were."Jeff: "Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher."
Kitty: "A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours."
Not taking it anymore Helena shouted out, "Whoa! Stop! Okay,"
She jumped up onstage and looked at the two, "Out of curiosity, do either of you know what you guys are saying?"
After a moment, the two shook their heads, lost. Biting her lower lip, Helena dropped her notebook and rolled up her sleeves, "Okay, let's get the basics down here. Beatrice, that's you Kitty, loathes the man Benedick. Jeff, same for your character, Benedick. Beatrice finds this man annoying and an appalling egotistical pig. Benedick believes this woman speaks too much and doesn't trust her for a second and is only suspicious of her behavior. And the madness ensues. You guys following me?"
They both nodded, "Yeah I get it," Jeff replied.
"Good. Again!"
Helena moved over stage right and watched them from the side. She glanced out at the audience and found Logan. He was watching her with the same serious annoying look as he always did.
Bugging the Hell out of him, Logan watched her bit her lower lip and tap on her notebook, looking over the scenes. When she looked up, he was gone.
"Professor B?" Kitty asked.
"How was that?" Jeff wondered.
"Oh! It was much better this time, let's move on," Helena looked at the empty theater one last time, and then went on with the play.
Over in Russia that night, an old man was working hard over a lab project. He tipped a small tube of green substance into a large beaker full of bubbling yellow chemicals. There was no effect.
"How's it coming?" a familiar British voice boomed from the darkness.
"Not perfect; but I am narrowing down my suspects of treatment," the man said in a thick Russian accent.
When he squinted closely to focus on his paperwork, his eyes turned red.
"Just remember that the assembly is only a month from us Bernard; it has to be ready in time," the voice from the darkness was revealed to be Magneto, walking with a cane in hand.
He was very weak from the 'cure' taking his strength through metal away, and is now nothing more than an old man.
Bernard smiled and turned to him, showing off his razor sharp fangs, "It'll be ready my old friend. Magneto will be back!"
"This is gonna be awesome!" Kitty exclaimed as she, Jeff, Peter, Bobby and Rogue walked up to the dance club that night in New York City.
"Yeah; Xavier never let seniors go out on weekends, but Storm rocks!" Jeff agreed, waiting in line with the rest of them.
"But don't you know? It was Professor B that convinced Storm to let us! She's so cool, and I still can't get over her car!" Peter said with great interest.
However, Bobby and Rogue were in a different world. Holding her hands, he said, "So, did you think about it?"
"Yeah," she said a little nervously, "I don't we should. I'm not ready; I'm sorry."
He lifted her head with his hand, "No it's okay; I've been thinking about it too and I don't feel ready either."
Hopefully, she asked, "Really?"
"Yeah," he looked at the entrance to the club and said, "Now let's go have some fun."
Along with the rest of the gang, Bobby took Rogue's hand and they went inside.
In the lower level of the school, Helena was hard at work in the exercise room. She hit the punching bag hard and fierce like she was cutting it like butter. Afterwards, she did a new push-ups and sit-ups, and then began pull-ups on a tall metal bar.
Walking in casually, sporting tight jeans and a black t-shirt was the rugged Logan. Taking her off her guard only slightly, he asked, "Hard day?"
Continuing her pull-ups, she replied, "No; I always do this. Two hours a day since I was uh, well, the students' age."
"Really?" he was intrigued.
She jumped down and put the tag of her black sports bra back behind her, "Yeah."
Helena walked over to the bench and lay down. Logan went over to her and began speaking again, annoying the Hell out of her, "You know, you are a very mysterious person Helena Bianchi. So mysterious that I looked your name up on the interent."
"Really," she said, pushing up 250, "Find anything interesting?"
"Nah, not really," Logan lied, "But tell me, how did you pay for your college education? Sure is a lot to go to prestigious schools!"
"My father did; all four years at Oxford." She breathed heavily as she lifted the weights again.
"Oh yes, Oxford. However, you did attend Julliard and Yale as well didn't you?"
Helena looked at him funny as he continued, "I bet your dad was a fair man. Told you he'd pay for four years and you could take care of the rest huh? Figured you were smart to make your own way if you wanted to go another six years at any college you so chose."
Helena got up, and began walking away, not liking where he was going with this, "And so, you waitress for a while, try a few 'acting' gigs in the Big Apple. But, nothing was really happening for you. Was it Wonder Woman?"
Helena stopped in her tracks. Closing her eyes, she didn't even turn when she softly replied, "What did you say?"
"Oh you heard me," Logan walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, "You were a stripper."
"SHUT UP!" she turned around and smacked him right in the face.
He adjusted his jaw and laughed a little, "What? Did I make the star mad?"
She paced around the giant wrestling mat they were standing on, enraged, "What the Hell is your problem? Do you always stick your nose into other people's business? Or, do you just have this 'bad vibe' about me because I'm everyone's favorite here?"
"God you really think you're all that? Well guess what honey, you're not! You're the daughter of a giant good-for-nothing crime lord and got paid by letting men put their paws all over you. And I never even heard about the infamous 'Lifeguard' before. I bet you didn't even bother to save anyone because all you cared about was yourself. Even dear old dad needed your help and you couldn't save him-"
"THAT'S IT!" Helena ripped a bamboo fighting stick from the wall and ran towards Logan, "AHH!"
She tripped him at the feet, and just before she threw it down on his stomach, he swiftly moved towards the wall to grab a stick himself. Helena turned and came up behind him, but hit him just as he turned and tried to hit her.
They locked sticks and looked into each other's eyes coldly. He gruffed, "I hate you!"
"Oh I hate you so much more!" she swung the stick at his head but he ducked. Then, cheaply, she kicked him in the balls.
Logan bent over a moment, and Helena chuckled in triumph. Then, he glared at her, taking it very personally. He ran at her and tried hitting her over and over. She blocked each blow, going very fast, surprising him a little. Finally, she pushed him away and held her stick like a samurai sword.
Logan breathed heavily, "You're a lot stronger than you look."
"It's all about practice," she breathed heavily as well.
He ran toward her again, growling. They slammed their sticks together, each trying to hit the other again and again. Then, suddenly, the bamboo broke on both sides.
Looking at their busted pieces, Helena dropped them and punched him in the face. After, Logan stopped her hand and hit her back. She fell to the floor, holding her face with her hands. She gasped helplessly.
Leaning down, he looked at her sympathetically. Grinning away from him, Helena turned and pushed him to the ground. She hit him in the face over and over. He tried to hit her back, but she blocked him.
Just as she prepared another punch, she stopped. Logan's claw came out a scratched her in the belly. She slid off him, and knelt on the floor, catching her breath. Logan panted, and then realized what he had done.
However, after a few seconds, the scratch on her belly disappeared. Logan's eyes widened. She had healing powers too. She jumped up and kicked him in the face. He fell back, but quickly recovered and followed her to the weights. She threw a few at him, but he dodged them quickly and headed for her.
Jumping on the bar, Helena kicked him in the stomach. At full rage, she used her manicured nails and scratched him hard in the face. She caused two dents, and blood quickly followed.
Both stopped. Logan cracked his neck, and then healed the nails marks. Helena's mouth dropped. Not noticing this, Logan came at her again. However, she put out her hands. He stopped when he noticed a tear running down her cheek.
Confused, he looked at her. Suddenly, she whispered, "No!"
Quickly, she turned and ran out of the fighting station. Still bewildered, he followed her. He didn't catch up to her until she was upstairs in his hallway, heading to her own room. He grabbed her arm and twisted her around; grabbing her with both hands.
He looked at her unusually with his hazel eyes. He didn't know what to say, but only gazed at her. She stared back at him with her deep turquoise eyes. Fear was in her face though she hid a mask of fury over it well.
They both breathed heavily as they stood staring at each other in embrace. Then, the animal instinct took over. Logan pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily. Helena pulled him back surprised, and looked at him again. He was about to apologize until she pulled him back to her with intense passion.
Pushing the door open, Logan kissed her into his room, and shut it behind him. She jumped onto him and pulled off his black t-shirt. They kicked off their shoes, and then Logan fell forward with her onto the bed.
Helena pushed her hands into his back, feeling his strength over her. Forcefully, she undid his pants and pulled them off with his boxers. Logan ripped Helena's bra off and kissed her breasts impatiently.
Then, he pulled off her pants and came back to her face. Suddenly realizing what was happening, Helena bit her bottom lip in a nervous anxiety.
Like an animal, he growled, "Would you stop doing that?" and kissed her lip vehemently.
Then, he pushed himself inside her. Helena breathed deep, feeling a rush flow over her. She moved with him as she dug her nails into his skin. It made no difference since he healed himself in seconds.
Logan kissed her neck and sank his teeth in, making marks as well. He watched them disappear in amazement.
They moved harder and faster, getting closer to each other. They never stopped touching; they never stopped kissing. Then finally, Logan let out a wild growl and Helena moaned with him.
The next morning, Logan awoke lazily. He turned over in bed, reaching for her. However, all he found was a pillow. Opening his eyes, he saw she wasn't there. He looked around his room, which was a mess. He thought to himself, "What did I do to my room? And how much did I do it?'
Then, he remembered Helena. Oh God, she was amazing. She was so aggressive; he'd never met someone so comfortable and confident with their sexuality. 'I bet she won't admit to this!' he thought, as he got dressed.
Heading towards the kitchen, Logan yawned heavily.
A knock came from the front door. Helena already dressed and in complete control of herself, opened the door. There stood a very tall, beautiful woman, who smiled slightly and said, "Helena."
"Raven." She let her in with a serious look about her.
At the end of the hallway, Logan walked unsuspectingly. When he looked up, he stopped. He got out of view and peered around the corner. There was Helena, standing with the former blue mutant known as Mystique.
"What the hell is going on?" he said to himself.