My will is stronger than most
I will not let you get close
Until I think that you deserve me
Cause that's a no go...
(Limp Bizkit ~ The Only One)
He arrives at the mansion the next day, and my, isn’t this a fancy place. He wonders for a fleeting second what he’s doing here but then he catches a trace of her scent and doesn’t mind not fitting in anymore.
Summers picks him up at the front door and takes him to Xavier’s office, and after much explaining about ‘the cause’ and what the school is, Logan nods and accepts the offer to join the team. They seem a little surprised, but then everyone’s smiling and Summers actually has the nerve to clap him on the back.
"Just don’t expect me to hug ya." Logan shoulders his duffel bag, and Summers grins that toothpaste-grin that makes Logan want to bash his teeth in.
Storm shows him his room and tells him that lunch is ready at 1pm, maybe he’d like to be there? He just nods, and when she’s left he flops down on the bed and stares at the ceiling.
He wonders if now, finally, he’s lost it. Fighting the good fight with a couple of preppy do-gooders, all just so he can be close to *her*? He must have lost it. Because any other explanation would involve words like 'love at first sight' and 'soul mate', and boy doesn’t he want to go there.
Lunch hour comes, and he pulls himself together just enough to go down to the rec room where Storm picks him up and takes him to lunch with her. He finds the scent he’s been looking for in the hallway, and realises that she’ll be at lunch, too.
He steps through the door and finds her within seconds. She sits with her friends, Jubilee and Kitty, and two boys, one that is sitting much too close to her, pale and frail looking, the other incessantly playing with a lighter.
She looks up and their eyes meet. She pales a little, then her brow furrows, and then she gapes at him. Jubilee turns around to see what her friend is grimacing at, and when she sees him she starts shrieking, something that sounds suspiciously like ‘stalker’ and when he tries to take a step back he finds that his feet are frozen to the damn floor, and so he lands flat on his ass.
Jean fights her way over to him through the commotion, and suddenly everyone is quiet. Rogue is staring at him, still in her chair, the pale kid’s hand on her shoulder. His other is glistening with a fine layer of ice, and Logan makes a mental note to kick the little shit’s ass first chance he gets.
"What is going on here? Bobby, why did you attack Logan?"
Jubilee points an accusing finger at him as he struggles to break free of the ice still coating his feet. "He followed us, Dr. Grey! We met him at a bar yesterday, and he must’ve followed us."
Jean actually chuckles at that, then waves her manicured hand over his feet, and the ice cracks enough for him to move his feet. Smiling, she lays a calming hand on Jubilee’s shoulder. "He’s been invited by Professor X. He’s joining the team."
Rogue raises an eyebrow at that, and Logan gives her a crooked grin. She looks away, and he’s sure she’s blushing a little. The ice kid glares at him.
The kids return to their food, and Jean helps him up. "You okay?"
"Yeah." He nods to Bobby. "What got into him?"
Jean smiles a little. "Bobby Drake, also known as Iceman. He’s very protective of Rogue.” She shoots him a look. “So you met them already?"
"Pure chance. They were... partying, and we bumped into each other."
Jean looks at him like she knows what really happened, and hell, she probably does. But he just nods at her and strolls over to the food counter. His stomach is actually rumbling, and he’s never one to turn down free food.
Just as he starts piling up vegetables next to his steak, she appears by his side, not bothering with a cover like getting seconds. She just looks up at him, questioningly. "Why’d you agree to join the team?"
He sends her a sideways look, not letting on how much her presence affects him. "You heard I refused first time around?"
She nods. "I’m on the team. They told me."
"Because of you." Might as well tell her the truth.
She looks surprised, then she smiles. "That so?"
"Yeah." He lowers his voice, and he knows she can feel it reverberating in her bones. "I kept wondering what you’d look like in that little leather outfit they hand out around here."
She swallows, hard, and forces her eyes away, and he smirks. "I... I guess I’ll see you in the Danger Room, then."
She turns and walks away, and he looks after her, puzzled. "What the hell is a Danger Room?"
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