A/N - Thank you my kind Reviewers! Oh and let me mention that this story is based loosely within the X-Men comics current timeline and Rogue doesn't have her powers.

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Chapter Three - Witch on the Loose

"Hmm, this is nice," Ororo murmured. Her arms were wrapped around Logan's neck as they danced. He was holding her heels behind her back quite enjoying himself.

"We should have done this a long time ago, Logan."

"What? Danced?"

"Noticed each other."

He stopped dancing and dipped her. She laughed with absolute delight.

"I've always noticed you darlin'," Logan said with a grin. "Let's get some air, eh?"

When they stepped outside they saw Scott and Ororo's double standing in the parking lot talking. Ororo motioned for Logan to be quiet and pulled him back into the dark entry way where she was just able to hear what the woman was saying.

"I can't believe you haven't figured out who I am by now!" Shannon shrieked.

Scott looked horrified as the woman turned into someone he had never expected to see again.


"Like this," she put a finger to her brow and winked.

"But how . . . ?"

"I don't know exactly. I think somehow when you . . . when I was shot my consciousness just sought out the closest and most compatible mind to take over. The next thing I knew I was in a taxi headed to Harry's with a smelly cab driver telling me I had big boobs."

"You were in Ororo's body? I don't understand."

She sighed. "No. I was in this body."

Scott looked at the young lady that appeared before him now. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her either.

She sighed again and said, "Gina McCann's a mousey waitress here at Harry's!"

"Huh? I don't . . ."

"Does it really matter if you understand it or not?"

It was Scott's turn to sigh this time. "But if you were alive why didn't you come back?"

"Why? Do you really take me for such an utter fool?"

"You have friends there!"

"Oh? Do I? You want to name one?"

Scott tapped a finger on the side of his head as he thought but failed to come up with an answer so he changed his tactics.

"Um, Hank's trying to piece you back together."

She laughed and turned back into Ororo. Scott felt disconcerted. He looked at the lovely brown-skinned Storm whom he was so familiar with and realized this woman wasn't who he thought she was at all. She wasn't the confident, collected, sexy woman he'd imagined. How could she be when she was hiding behind a woman's face that he knew she didn't care for? It was just too bizarre. She obviously needed help yet he knew she was the only one who could make that step. There was nothing he could do for her besides tell her to come back where at least Hank might be able to help her. Other than that he no longer cared. She had nothing to offer him now. She was just as confused as he was.

"Oh, don't look so guilty, Scott and don't worry about your precious Jean. She may be a first class telepath but she's too decent to go probing into an innocent mundane human's head."

Scott shook his head. "Impersonating Storm is a pretty good reason don't you think? And I don't think you really wanted to stay hidden from us especially walking around looking like Ororo."

"What will you do now?"

"Go home with my wife. And I'd advise you to get rid of Ororo's look before she gets angrier than she already is."

"Humph, like I'm afraid of that weather witch," She huffed although her eyes didn't quite meet his.

"You have every reason to be," Ororo muttered under her breath but Logan shushed her.

"Look, now that we know you're still alive you need to see Hank. He's really been upset about this whole . . . thing."

"I see you haven't been all that put out."

"I was confused but Jean's my wife and I love her."

"Blah, blah, blah. The love of your life yadda, yadda, yadda! I know- don't remind me."

"What we had-were-I . . . well it's over."

"It was never anything, Scott. Not to you at least. You always wanted that fake red head."

"I'm sorry."

"For what? Being you? For loving Jean? For having bad taste? What?"

Scott shook his head sadly then turned and walked back to Harry's. Logan pushed Ororo into the darkest corner of the entry way hoping that Scott wouldn't notice them. For good measure he pulled Ororo's face close to his and leaned up and kissed her. Scott was long gone when their kiss finally ended.

"Hmm, good plan," Ororo said with a smile, looking a bit starry eyed.

"Thanks. Hoped you'd like it."

"Um hmm! Definitely."

"Wanna go in an' beat up on the white witch a while before we leave?" Logan asked with a mischievous look on his face.

"You are incorrigible," Ororo laughed.

"One white witch on the loose posing as everyone's favorite Wind-Rider an' I'm the incorrigible one?"

"Why did it have to be her?" Ororo sighed.

"Well she opened my eyes at least. I think I have some serious feelings for you, darlin'. I wouldn't've admitted it to myself in a hundred years if it weren't for her."

"Perhaps it is just one of her mind games," Ororo said slowly.

"Nope. I can tell when someone's messin' with my head, darlin' an' it's not that."


"So whaddya think?"

"I-I think we have been such good friends for so long that there is no question that we would feel very deeply for each other but . . ."

"But what, darlin'?"

"I know you cared for Jean very much . . ."

Logan took her hands in his and said, "I was chasing after something I couldn't have and didn't really want. I'm over that. Jeanie and me never would've worked together and I knew that even from the start. Guess I just didn't wanna commit to anyone. She was safe that way."

"And you are ready to commit to me?"

"I'm willing to give it a go if you are."


"Why do you think I was there for you when you were injured?"

"I just thought . . ."

"Roro, you wanna know what the first thing I thought of when we got to that hospital? Do you know what the first words out of my mouth were? Jean can tell you. I didn't think of anyone else just you. I needed to know that you were okay. If it hadn't been that Jean was the only one that could help you I wouldn't have left your side."

"You wouldn't have let Rogue die."

"You know Rogue's grown on me since Chuck first let her join up with us but when I got there all I cared about was you. I guess all our teamwork just made me realize that Jean had the skills to save you and I might be able to help Rogue."

"Why did you not say something then?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I never admitted to myself how I felt about you. I guess I was afraid I'd lose you as a friend so I tried to keep it just friends."

Ororo said nothing but her hands squeezed his very gently.

"Well, for the most part anyway. You have to remember all the times I slipped up and kissed you," he laughed hoping to lighten the mood. He watched her wondering if he'd been too open with her. Then he threw caution to the wind and asked, "Do you think you could have feelings for me, Ororo?"

Ororo looked at Logan and thought how handsome he looked, almost boyishly so as he looked up hopefully at her. She remembered all his many pleasing qualities. Short, dark, and handsome in a rugged manly way. He was sexy to boot and definitely one hundred percent all man. He was good, honorable, loyal, intelligent and kind. A slow smile began to cover her face as she remembered the times he had kissed her. She had a full fledge smile on her face when Logan's arms went around her waist and she shivered with delight at his touch. He looked at her patiently, a crooked smile on his face.

"Yes, Logan. I believe I already do."

Logan let a short sigh of relief slip through his lips and then he was kissing her again.

Inside Harry's Remy and Rogue were still dancing although their eyes were glued on Scott and Jean. They'd seen Scott come back inside with out the mystery lady where he'd immediately went to sit beside his wife. They were both wondering what he'd discovered if anything and wanted to know what had happened to the woman but they felt they should give them a moment of privacy or rather Rogue had decided this.

"Scott . . . ?" Jean stared at her husband with a look of shock on her face.

She could once again feel the link that they had shared for so long and her heart skipped a beat. She had guessed who the woman was almost as soon as she'd probed her mind despite the strange interference she'd felt but she hadn't known what Scott would do if it were true. Now after confronting her Scott had opened their link. Something she had missed more than she'd realized. With it back she no longer cared about what had happened in the past or what didn't quite happen or might have happened. It wasn't worth thinking about. All she wanted now was for her husband to just hold her.

Scott smiled at his wife and pulled her to him. He could feel her shoulders heave sporadically and knew she was crying but he knew they were tears of relief and joy. He held onto her and gave silent thanks that he had come to his senses and Jean still loved him. He hadn't known how much he had missed their connection either but now he vowed that he would never let it go, never let Jean go. And with that thought they both knew they were going to be all right.

When Remy saw Ororo and Logan entering the bar he stopped dancing and nudged Rogue who tore her eyes away from Jean and Scott to see what he wanted. He nodded at their friends and Rogue clamped her hand over her mouth in surprise. She thought for a minute that maybe she'd had too much to drink as she was seeing Ororo and Logan walking up to them hand in hand.

"What's going on?" Remy stepped in front of them looking pointedly at their entwined hands.

"Not much," Logan said with his head cocked to the side as if he was daring Remy to say or do anything.

Ororo pulled her hand free and linked her arms through Remy's and Rogue's. "We have some good and bad news," she said with a bright smile.

"Can't be all dat bad if you smilin' like that, Stormy."

"I'm gonna get a beer-anyone want anything?" Logan asked and without waiting for a reply he made his way to the bar.

"Pay no mind to Logan," Ororo was still grinning, looking all the world like a Cheshire cat.

"Did you find out who dat minx was, Stormy?" Remy asked.

"The bad and the good news is that Emma somehow survived and thinks I am the perfect woman to impersonate," Ororo laughed at her own wit.

"Dat's de bad news right?"

"Sugah, what's the good news?" Rogue asked.

"You okay, Stormy? Remy t'ink you've had too much to drink, non? We'll take you home."

"I think I shall stay a little longer," Ororo said, her smile never leaving her face.

"Well we were jus' gonna leave," Remy said, taking Rogue's hand.

"Aw, it's early an' ah don't wanna go!"

Remy gave Ororo a look and she gave him a slight nod. Still smiling she started for the door dragging Rogue along with her but when they got to the door Rogue refused to budge.

"Ah wanna stay!"

"Ah, chere you breaking' dis boy's heart. I jus' wanna talk to you a moment."

"Go on silly," Ororo pushed Rogue through the door.

"What's up with you and Logan?" Rogue asked as she caught hold of the doorframe.

"Oh, not much," Ororo tried to sound blasé but she couldn't quite help giggling. Her smiles made her look like the happiest woman in the world.

"Remy ain't dat stupid, Stormy."

Ororo burst out laughing. Her laughter was so rich and full it surprised and disturbed Remy.

"Ah know! Ah know! Ororo's got a beau!" Rogue let go of the door and clapped her hands together.

"You might say that," Ororo giggled. "Oh, Remy, Rogue I think Logan and I are . . . well we are going to begin dating!"

"'Bout time de Wolverine open his eyes an' get over dat red . . ."

Rogue smacked Remy on his back and gave him a frown.

"Remy is right, Rogue. Life goes on and I believe Logan has moved on."

"With you!" Rogue squealed, threw her arms around Ororo and jumped up and down.

"Calm down, child," Ororo removed Rogue's arms from around her neck and laughed.

"Wow, Ororo ah'm happy for y'all," Rogue said with a genuine smile though her voice was slightly wistful.

"Well I had better go find my 'beau' now," Ororo laughed and squeezed Rogue's hand before she left them.

Remy frowned as Ororo went back inside but he could see she was happy and he couldn't find the heart to be angry with Logan. If Logan could make Ororo this happy he could live with that and he had to admit Ororo was the happiest he'd seen her in a long time. He saw Rogue looking at the ground kicking at the steps as if something was wrong and suddenly he wanted to make her just as happy as Ororo was. He dropped to his knees and took Rogue's hand in his, his strange red eyes looking at Rogue so intensely and so full of love it nearly took her breath away.

"Mon amour will you make dis Cajun happy an' do me de honor of becomin' my wife?"

Rogue was completely speechless as was the couple who had just walked up to Harry's.

"I love you, Rogue-marry me."

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes, Remy!"

Hank and Cecilia watched as Rogue fell to her knees and gave Remy a long deep kiss.

"No don't get up. No need. Don't mind us," Hank stammered but Cecilia hit him playfully on the arm and they snuck past the happy couple.

Once inside the bar Hank's keen eyesight easily adjusted to the dark smoky room. What he saw inside was even more bewildering than outside to him. Jean and Scott were locked in an embrace dancing closer than he had seen them in ages even though the song playing was a loud heavy metal song. He hadn't been aware that Harry's jukebox had a selection of heavy metal but more than that two of his best friends were back together though he had no idea how that had happened.

"Oh no you don't, Hank leave them alone," Cecilia gave him a warning look shaking her head. "Oh, look who's here," she nodded towards the bar hoping to take his attention away from Jean and Scott who obviously didn't need to be disturbed.

Hank's mouth fell open as he looked in amazement at Ororo and Logan. If he'd thought he couldn't see anything else more surprising than Rogue and Remy and Scott and Jean he was greatly mistaken. He was so surprised by what he saw he couldn't get his mouth to close no matter how hard he tried. He saw Logan sitting on a bar stool with Ororo standing, their arms wound around each other and-yes they were kissing like there was no tomorrow.

"Mesmero? Mastermind? Arcade maybe? Cecilia, I think we're being attacked!"

"Oh, Hank that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say," she laughed at him. "They're just in love, you remember how that feels don't you?" She slipped her arm through his leaning her head on his massive chest.

Hank finally closed his mouth as he looked at Jean and Scott then at Ororo and Logan. Absolutely dumbfounded he could think of only one thing to say- "Oh my stars and garters!"