**Ororo, please come to my office** the telepath calls on her.
**Coming Professor** she rises up from her greenhouse garden.

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“So this is some kinda school,” he asks the telepath. He is wary. Its a new place.
“Yes,” Professor Xavier answers. He needs the newcomer. He hopes he will join them.

“Where are the students?” he suspicion is clear.
“They are at school,” the older man answers evenly.

“I thought you said, this was the school,” his hackles rise.
“It is. But one to help them learn control over their gifts,” Xavier explains. “They still go to a normal high school.”

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Suddenly, he goes stiff. That scent. That sweet scent. Like fresh rain. She is here.

“Grrrr…” his involuntary growl, surprises the telepath.

“Wolverine? What happened?” he questions.

“Someone’s coming,” he says, pointing towards the door. She’s coming.

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She shudders as she walks in. Something is different. Its as if……he is here.

“Good morning Professor,” he frowns at her. She greeted the telepath. Didn’t even look at him. Acting like she doesn’t know him. ‘Two can play at this game,’ he scowls.
“Good morning Storm,” the telepath wishes her back. “I would like you to meet someone,” he points towards the figure in the shadows.

“Storm,” she raises a hand to him. “Ororo.”
“Wolverine,” he barely touches her. “Wolverine.”

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He is angry. He pined for this? She doesn’t even give a hint of recognizing him.

“Nice costume,” her words jolt him. ‘Of course asshole, she wouldn’t recognize you. You have yer friggin’ mask on.”
“You too,” he grunts back. “And it ain’t a costume. It’s a uniform.”

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She smiles at him and he hates it.

He hates it, cause it a practiced one.

He doesn’t want that. He wants a natural one.

He wants one from that night.

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“Ororo,” Charles cuts in. “Would you mind giving Wolverine a tour of the school. He has requested to see it before making a decision.”
“Sure Professor,” she agrees, but is confused at the unique request.

“Thank you,” he voices his gratitude. **I have offered him a position on the teaching staff** he adds telepathically to clear her confusion.
“This way,” she gestures to the yellow-and-blue spandex clad mutant.

“Later Chuck,” Wolverine waves over his shoulder.
“Have a good day,” Charles answers, smirking at his laid-back attitude. ‘Chuck’

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“Nice place ya guys got here,” she smiles at him. Its a small one but its natural, and that lightens his heart.
“Thank you,” she feels drawn to him. Its as if she knows him.

“I guess ya want my answer now,” he is teasing her.
“Yes,” she answers clearly. “We could use someone with your expertise and experience to help with the children.”

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“I may take it. But first, I need ta ask ya somethin’,” he takes a step towards her.
“What?” she steps back, her voice cracking.

“Would ya change yer answer, if ya could?” another step forward. “Would ya say ‘Yes’?”
“For what?” she seems stuck to the ground. Her breathing is heavy.

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“Fer the question I asked,” his hands rise to his mask. “I’d like to see you again. What dya say?”
“Y…Yyyooouuu,” her eyes widen in shock. It IS him.

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“Darlin’, I am still waiting,” he steps right upto her. Their breaths mingle and their lips stop, just inches from apart from each other.

She snakes her arms around his neck. Rising up to meet his lips, she whispers just one word.

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“Maybe”

Note: This is the ending for this series of drabbles. I have set it about 2-2 years before the X-Men Evolution cartoon series. Therefore only characters used were Wolverine, Storm and Professor X.