A/N - I apologize for the delay in updating but fanfiction.net wouldn't let anyone post new chapter's-very frustrating but what're you going to do? Well I made this chapter longer for one thing. Hope you enjoy and thanks for your patience and for the nice reviews.

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Chapter Two - Doppelganger of Your Dreams

Logan looked into Ororo's eyes smiling as if he were oblivious to the fact that there wasn't a doppelganger of her inside Harry's Bar. However inside Harry's Scott was staring blatantly at the imposter. He felt a little silly but he couldn't stop himself from approaching her. He had the strangest feeling that he knew this woman.

"Do I know you?" Scott demanded when he stopped in front of her table.

"You really need to try a new pick up line," the woman said with a laugh.

"Oh no! I'm not trying to pick you up, ma'am it's just that you look a lot like a friend of mine. The lady that cut in on you when you were dancing with Logan-the short guy."

"Logan-hairy, ill tempered little man-drinks a lot? He didn't mention his name."

Scott tried not to laugh but a little smile touched his lips despite his efforts.

"Who do I remind you of?" The woman asked, her blue eyes boring into him intently.

"Didn't you think you looked like the lady who cut in on you?"

"Oh, the tall blond with the attitude?"

Scott almost choked trying not to laugh at her latest observation. He coughed ducking his head till he could keep a straight face then he nodded.

"Hey, Scotty, Remy t'ink you better high tail it back to de table if you wanna keep your hide in tact, non?" Gambit didn't bother to whisper discreetly but looked at Storms look-a-like strangely.

"I think you need to mind your own business, Gambit," Scott said angrily pulling a chair out and plopping down on it.

"Suit yourself, homme. It's your life, what little o' it dat remains," Gambit muttered. He walked off mumbling under his breath: "Remy t'ink ol' one-eye need ta pull dat stick outta his . . . aw Remy be forgettin' Stormy! Better check on her make sure she okay."

"Who do I remind you of now?" Storms double reached across the sticky table and laid her hand on Scotts.

"Jean?" He could have sworn it was his wife he was looking at but no sooner did he think that when it was Storm once again sitting at the table.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Someone who means you no harm, Scotty. All I want to do is get drunk and maybe be held for a little while."

"Mystique?" Scott questioned doubtfully sure that Logan would've picked up her scent if it had been her.

She laughed. "Hmm, let's think about that answer now. I'm hanging out in a seedy bar teeming with drunken smelly men sitting at a filthy table and- okay I do see your point but no I am not Mystique."

Scott frowned. Whoever she was she was obviously familiar with Mystique but he still had no clue and he realized he didn't want to know. He stood up ready to leave.

"Don't you dare leave me mister!"

The imposter watched with much satisfaction when Scott sat back down.

"I can be the woman of your dreams," she purred. "The woman of your devil- eyed friend's dreams too but who would want to go there-tres boring, non? And I can be the woman of Logan's dreams even though he doesn't have the sense enough to admit who she really is. Surprising isn't it"

"Storm?"

The woman laughed but didn't answer him.

Outside Logan was almost mesmerized by the sensuousness of Ororo's eyes. He'd never noticed how alluring they were. When he'd gone to Harry's for a drink or two he'd been surprised to see Ororo come into bar shortly after him and even more surprised when she ignored him and sat at a table on the other side of the room where several guys immediately approached her. When he felt one of them was being too pushy he'd gone over to get rid of them only Ororo's scent was no where on the woman. Intrigued he had asked her to dance.

He wasn't surprised when she accepted but he was surprised that he couldn't place her scent. They had danced to every slow song that played on the loud jukebox and he'd enjoyed it. He'd especially enjoyed the thought that he was holding Ororo enjoying the feel of her firm luscious body pressed close to his with no inhibitions on either end. He sensed no ill will emanating from the woman but since he didn't know who she was or what her intentions were he had taken the precaution of making a call to the mansion inviting everyone to meet him at Harry's. He really hadn't expected the real Ororo to show up but when she had he was rather pleased.

"Are you just going to stare at me all night, Logan?" Ororo asked.

"I think yer beautiful, Roro."

Ororo looked baffled. Where'd that come from she wondered?

"Not going to say anything?"

"Um, well I think you're very handsome."

"Who're you tryin' ta kid?"

"I am not kidding, Logan. You are ruggedly handsome in a very manly way."

Now it was Logan's turn to look baffled. "You think so?"

She giggled covering her mouth almost like a teenager. "Is that surprising?"

"I just ain't the pretty boy type 's all."

"You are however one hundred percent man."

"That good or bad?"

"Good. Very good. Infinitely so. Quite appealingly so," Ororo smiled enjoying the look of mingled astonishment and pleasure that washed over Logan's face.

"Appealingly, eh?"

"Very much so."

"Enough for you to want to go out with me sometime?"

She smiled and nodded.

"I mean not like we do already-like friends but like . . . well a get to know each other kind of date."

Ororo wasn't used to hearing Logan sound flustered. She was still a little confused by his sudden interest and very much surprised by her reaction. She was actually enjoying his awkward attempt of asking her out. Still, she'd never considered dating Logan any more than she'd considered dating Scott, Hank or Bobby. She felt this would take some serious consideration.

"This is rather sudden, Logan."

"Yeah it is but I understand you might want to think about it," his statement was more like a hopeful question than anything but the look on his face was clearly one of disappointment.

As Ororo watched Logan go back into the bar she felt a heaviness settle over her heart. How long would he give her to think it over? And how much had he been drinking? What if he were truly serious? She didn't know why but she felt as if she would be letting something wonderful slip out of her fingers if she said no to him. She bit her lip as she thought about his many qualities.

"He is short . . . and surly," she said to herself. "But not always surly and I do like short men. Those things in that movie I enjoy were short. Hobbits! That is what they were called! They were short and very cute especially the one called Frodo. But . . . I did like the elf, hmmm," she sighed as she thought about Legolas but then she looked around to see if anyone was about that might be listening to her talking to herself.

"Okay, Tom Cruise is short and very cute and I like him. Short dark and handsome. Logan is short dark and handsome and I really do like short dark and handsome men. He is definitely one hundred percent man not to mention sexier than Tom. Hmm, that is a bonus. And he is sweet, considerate, honorable and a good friend. I must admit that I am attracted to him." She was quiet for a moment while she went over Logan's characteristics silently to herself.

"Surly really is not how I would describe him. He is just misunderstood I think," she finally said to herself as she went back into the bar.

Inside Scott was still talking to Shannon, Ororo's double, when Logan came up to them.

"Okay, game's old who are you?" Logan barked at the woman.

"Logan, I can handle this."

"She can't come round here looking like something she isn't an' expect no one to say anything!"

"You weren't complaining an hour ago," Shannon said.

"That's why it's old now."

"Oh, I see-she turned you down," Shannon nodded knowingly.

Logan clenched his fist in anger but Scott stood up and placed his hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Ororo just came in can you stop her from coming over here just for a few minutes, Logan?" Scott asked.

"Stuff it, Cyke!" Logan growled. He had no desire to obey Scott's request and certainly no desire to face Ororo again. He headed for the rest room then stopped wondering what he was doing running from a woman especially from Ororo.

He saw her standing at the door looking around as if she were looking for someone then her eyes locked on him. As if in accord they moved towards each other meeting in the middle of the room by the dance floor.

"Dance with me," Logan pulled her into his arms without waiting for a reply and Ororo smiled into his hair.

Jean watched Logan take Ororo into his arms. She smiled as Logan pulled Ororo closer to him than necessary. If she didn't know better she would think he was a teenage boy who thought grinding was a form of slow dancing.

"She becomes what every man secretly desires," Jean murmured.

"Huh? You mean Remy really wants Ororo?" Rogue asked.

"I doubt that Rogue but Remy ask her to dance and I'll see what Scott found out," Jean ordered sounding all the world like her bossy husband.

"Chere you pushin' your luck," Gambit replied nonchalantly.

"Just make him dance, Jean," Rogue laughed.

"Non, dat's not necessary Rogue," Gambit threw up both his hands in surrender. "Two against one not fair. What you gonna do if Remy like dancin' wid Stormy eh, Rogue?"

"You better hope ya don't Cajun cause ah got two knuckle sandwiches waitin' for ya if you do!"

Gambit leaned down and kissed the top of Rogues head then headed over to the mystery woman and Scott. Passing the dance floor he couldn't help himself from going up to his friends.

"No rovin' hands dere," Gambit whispered in Logan's ear but he didn't wait for Logan's reply. He went up to Scott and 'Stormy' asserting his mutant charm full force.

"Mon chere, Remy been watchin' you all night. Won't you do him de honor of dancing wid him?" Gambit asked in his silkiest voice taking her hand and planting a soft lingering kiss on her hand.

Shannon immediately jumped up but staggered as she did so almost falling till she grabbed a hold of Remy. Scott tried to help her but she pulled away from him holding on tightly to Remy.

"Um, perhaps we should sit dis one out, non?"

Scott nodded his agreement but the woman laughed with disdain.

"Why? Afraid of what you'll see devil-eyes?"

"Remy not afraid of any woman!"

"Except this one," Shannon stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the lips.

Gambit pulled back startled to see Rogue instead of Shannon smiling at him. Confused, he immediately pushed Shannon away from him. She fell to the ground with a cry. Remy didn't think to help her up but Scott was already assisting her. Jean and Rogue hurried over to them neither of them happy.

"Who are you?" Jean demanded. She felt like pulling the woman out of Scott's arms but realized the woman was drunk and would probably fall flat on her face.

"I'm someone you should fear," the woman said, her voice full of anger and hate. She pulled away from Scott and staggered to the door.

"I'll go after her," Scott volunteered despite Jean's glare and angry telepathic command for him to let her go.

"What in Sam hill were y'all doin'?" Rogue yelled at Remy.

"Relax, chere. She kiss Remy not de udder way 'round!"

"You tryin' to tell me it was just your good ol' mutant charm, swamp rat?"

"Care to dance, chere? Remy feel like holdin' you mon amour."

"Not until you tell me what she did-who did you see? Was she still Storm?"

"Chere," Gambit pulled her too him. "She was you," he whispered close to her ear.

"Who is she that she can be Storm an' then me?" Rogue wasn't pacified by the Cajun's answer.

"What is she is a better question," Jean said.

"Well whoever she is she's with your man now," Rogue said just before Gambit whisked her out onto the dance floor where they passed Ororo and Logan.

"Remy be watchin' you," Gambit hissed in Logan's ear as he passed him and Ororo again.

"Gumbo you talkin' to me?" Logan actually laughed at Remy.

"Pardon?" Ororo looked up but Remy and Rogue were dancing away.

"Nuthin'. Cajun's just being his usual charming self."

"Logan, were you serious?"

"Yup. Think I'll have to beat a little sense into the boy tomorrow."

"No not about Remy! Were you serious about . . . us dating?"

Logan looked up at Ororo, his eyes squinting somewhat as he thought. Ororo felt his crow's feet made him look even sexier.

"Yeah. If you get rid of the heels."

"I . . ." she looked at him doubtfully then laughed. "I could do that."

"Just kiddin', darlin'."

"I was not."

"Neither was I-hand 'em over," he ordered and she obeyed.