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Sweat poured down Scott's back as he stared at Logan, while anger and hatred radiated from his body. Why did he have to come back now? It wasn't like the team needed this...this animal, Scott thought, as he prepared himself for round two.

Logan, on the other hand, saw the anguish on Scott's face and didn't give a flying fuck about Scott's feelings concerning him. Scott was the one who started this tirade and Logan was the one who was going to beat the living shit out of him and end this stupid fight.

Logan glanced around and realized that his fight had drawn a crowd of students who wanted to see two somewhat professional men beat the day lights out of each other. Logan would gladly fight Scott, but not when the kids were around.

"Listen, Scotty-boy, lets continue this somewhere more...private. Don't want the kids here, getting any idea's," Logan stated as he grinned evilly, with a twinkle in his eyes.

Scott thought about Logan's suggestion for a second, and then looked around at the crowd that had gathered and said, "OK." Without warning, Scott adjusted his laser and beamed Logan through three walls. Logan landed outside the mansion, on the lush green lawn.

Scott started to follow Logan's descent, when Jean screamed out, "Scott! Stop this non-sense, NOW!"

Scott turned around, to look up at Jean, on the stairs, just when Logan attacked Scott from behind with such force that it knocked both of them to the ground.

***

Jean was furious! She couldn't believe that Logan and Scott made such a big scene. As she scrambled down the stairs to stop the fight, Ororo grabbed her shoulder.

"Jean, let them fight it out. You should be lucky; you got two sexy men fighting over an insecure kind of girl like yourself. Woot look at that muscle...MEOW." Ororo grinned like a cashmere cat and hollered, "GO! Wolvie!"

Jean's jaw dropped...and hung there for what seemed like forever. No way! Jean had to have heard wrong. Ororo Munroe would never say anything like that, especially to Jean. Jean was one of her most trusted friends. As Jean looked up at Ororo, in shock, Scott and Logan continued to kick each other's ass as the crowd cheered and hooted.

Suddenly things started to slow and become disoriented, until everything came to a complete stop. Logan and Scott realized that something was off and stood up.

"I am disappointed in both of you, especially you, Scott." Professor Xavier appeared in front of them, with a stern look on his face. "Please, meet me in my office," Xavier said disappearing before their eyes.

"Dammit," Scott muttered, looking ashamed. He'd let his emotions get the better of him and now he was going to have to explain himself to Professor Xavier. Scott started to make his way to Xavier's office but before he went he stated, "I am not done with you, Logan. We have unfinished business, that we have to... somehow resolve." Scott hinted at another fight while Logan shrugged and grinned.

"Right back at cha, Bub."

With that Scott made his way to Xavier's office. The complete stop that everyone had succumbed to was lifted by Xavier and Logan was left standing in the middle of a destroyed hall, looking at a bunch of students' confused faces.

***

Ororo pushed pass Jean and ran down towards Logan and jumped into his arms.

"That was amazing Logan. You got Scott good!"

Logan was flabbergasted. What the fuck was going on? Logan thought as Jean commanded the young students to go back to their rooms. The drama was over...for now. After she accomplished her task, Jean stormed toward Ororo and Logan.

"Just what the hell were you thinking Logan? I don't know who I'm angrier at...you or Ororo."

"Me? Why are you angry at me, Jean?" Ororo asked confused, stepping away from Logan.

"What has gotten into you, Ororo? You are dressing like a teenager and acting like a...like a rowdy teenage bitch," Jean informed, fuming angrily. Logan glanced at Jean. He had never heard her talk like that, but he had to agree with what she said about Ororo's outfit and the way Ororo had acted towards him.

"Yea, why are you dressed like that, 'Ro?"

Ororo thought for a second then said, "I don't have to answer that question. I can dress however I feel like. I'm going out now whether you like it or not. Goodbye." Ororo turned away and walked away with her head held high.

"Logan, I'm worried about her. She's been acting strangely, but I guess she's a grown woman who can take care of herself." Jean paused and then said, "Logan why did you come back. You just made things a lot worse by showing up unexpectedly."

"Listen Jean, I take full responsibility for what happened last year but Scott started this fight, not me. I didn't come back to cause any trouble. OK?" Logan turned Jean's face towards him and apologized for causing a commotion.

"OK, Logan. I believe you. I need to talk to Scott, now. You should clear things up with Professor Xavier," Jean suggested walking away.

"Yea, your right," Logan said more to himself than Jean.

***

Ororo walked down the street, quickly, as she passed some teenagers' beat boxing. The air was chilled and as Ororo went to blow into her hands to keep them warm, she noticed strange marks appearing on her palms. They looked like the same hieroglyphs on that weird diamond pendant. Ororo stopped in a panic and walked into the nearest store. She quickly hurried into the washroom and slammed the door behind her.

When Ororo looked into the mirror she didn't see herself. She saw a teenage girl, with long blonde hair and wicked green eyes. Those eyes suddenly changed and they relieved despair. Help me. I don't want to be trapped anymore.

Ororo heard the voice...in her head and was horrified to realize that this girl was in her head. Ororo's needed to feel young again wasn't some random, spontaneous feeling. It was because of this girl that was apparently trapped.

As the marks started to appear on Ororo's face, the teenager started to push, causing great pain in Ororo's mind, soul and body. To reason with the teenager was out of the question because the teenager was desperate and panicked. The last thing Ororo remembered was an excoriating pain in her temple as she crumbled to the cold, dirty floor.

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