Primal Urges

Okay, for all of those that have been ready to kill me for the long ass wait that I have subjected you to for the continuation of this story....sorry, sorry, sorry!
I have appreciated your patience and hope that you guys are still with me! I've had to break down the next few chapters because my betas ARE ready to kill me with the lengths...but as I promised, the story is complete and I will be posting more frequently. Reviews are greatly appreciated and welcome...
So, let's see what happens to them next....shall we?


Part Seventeen

Wolverine and Storm make their way to the corridor leading to the huge door they came though. The journey is slow going…his weight a bit more than she can handle. “Darlin’, go ahead…get outta here, I’m just slowin’ ya’ down.”

“I’m not leaving you here, Logan…so don’t tell me to!” she grunts out as she continues to drag him down the hall.

“Stubborn woman…” he murmurs as they make their way to the doorway.



Stryker, Wraith, and a group of soldiers move into the tank area and find Creed still stuck in the bottom of the tank. “What happened to him?”

“Looks as if Wolverine got the best of him…again. Get him out of there, he’s going to be catatonic for a while, so get him loaded on a transport to leave…and take him out the back way.” The colonel looks at the mutant and shakes his head. “Don’t know why I am saving your ass…you caused all this!”

Stryker waves his hand, “Let’s move…we still have to locate those two. They are not to leave this place!”

Soldiers nod as they move out. He looks at the tank, remembering the first time they used the infusion tank. The colonel had taken Logan’s sensibility for granted, thought he had complete control…

He was wrong and had lost the greatest weapon ever created…

There have been many schemes to get him back, or even copy him…but they have all failed. This seemed to be the best one yet…since it would combine his DNA with that of a mutant just as powerful.

It was a perfect plan…

Until that damn Victor decided that he had to try to get back at Logan once more. The thought that he is a damn fool for keeping Creed around is still tickling the back of his mind. The mutant was a pain, but keeping him around allowed him to maintain ties to the Brotherhood and the resources Magneto has with all mutants…plus, those delusional fools would sell out their fellow brethren for the right price. Still, the whole point is to get back Weapon X…at all costs.

He follows the group carrying the prone Creed towards the vehicle depot.



The X-Men make it back to the main door, but it is swarming with personnel and soldiers trying to get away from the explosions.

“Well, now what?” Rogue asks as they try to find a clear way out. Cyclops looks around and finds an opening behind some crates. “We can try to get through behind those…”

“But, what about Wolverine and Storm?” Beast asks and they all look at Cyclops. He shakes his head, “I don’t know… we can only wait for them for a short period of time before they pull out all the stops to keep us here.
Stryker would like nothing better than to capture all of us to replenish his supply, so we have to keep out of his way.”

Jean looks over to those crates and nods, “We have to go one at a time, so we don’t draw attention…”

“Won’t have to worry about that…look!” Rogue says as she looks down the other corridor. Two figures are coming closer and have pulled the attention from their escape route.

“Oh God, it’s Storm…and she carrying Wolverine!” Jean cries, getting ready to help them…



Storm sees a battalion of Stryker’s men approaching her and Logan, so she sets him down. “Whaddya doin’?” he asks.

“Just hold on…” she returns as she raises her hands and lets her eyes goes white. A gusting wind blows up from behind her, turning the corridor into a wind tunnel. The men try to hold on to whatever they can; each other, the walls, anything to keep from being shot out into the main room. She steps forward, “You will not take us again…” she says as more winds rise to blow out into the area where the others are hiding.

“Look, she’s pushing them back…let’s go!” Cyclops yells as they all head toward the angry weather goddess. As they approach, they can see that she is getting more and more agitated…the winds getting fiercer. Wolverine is propped up against the wall, barely breathing. Beast sees him and calls out, “Wolverine…are you okay?”

There isn’t any response, so he calls out to his partner, “Storm, we have to get to Wolverine…”

“Get him…I’ll be right behind you,” she calls out. Higher winds rise and soon nothing in their path can stay there. Beast runs in to grab Wolverine, grunting, “I have no idea how you can carry all this weight around…” As he drags Wolverine, Rogue and Jean gasp.

“What happened to him?” Jean asks as she looks at the hole on the side of his neck, ripping a piece of cloth on her uniform to tie it off. “We have to head for the Blackbird, he may have healing abilities, but this cut is slowing the process down…Creed got him good.”

“Jean, is he gonna be okay?” Rogue asks as they make their way into the open area. Storm is still raising the winds, lifting herself above the melee around her. “Head to the door…I’ll hold it open!” she calls as they lumber to the door with Wolverine in tow. As she keeps the winds high, Stryker and the men with him step into the room.

“Someone get the stun guns…hit her but make sure you don’t harm her…she’s too valuable!” he screams. One of the men calls back, “We can’t get a fix on her…the winds are too high!”

“Someone do something, dammit! Shut the damn door…I will not let her get away!”

One soldier nods and heads for the small room that holds the door controls. Storm hears his voice and looks down, “You will not succeed…Goddess grant me the strength…” she says as she summons a dark cloud over her. Her eyes glow as the clouds charge with lethal lightning.

“We have to get out of here, sir…if she hits us, she’ll kill us all!” another soldier screams.

“No, dammit…get her!” Stryker says, still directing them to capture her. The African weather goddess looks up into the cloud before the bolts of lightning strike down…the first one hitting the control room, completely destroying it. Blasts of energy surge around the room, striking man after man…frying them from the inside out.

Stryker has to move back into the tunnel he came from to avoid the horrible smell of burning flesh. Fucking useless…everyone is fucking useless! he thinks as he makes his way back to the emergency exit at the back of the compound. As he runs back, he passes Wraith with his platoon of men, “Wraith, take a launcher and stop them!

They have the weather witch helping them escape…make sure they do not get back to their plane!”

“Where are you going?” Wraith asks as Stryker continues towards the back of the compound. He calls back to the mutant, “I need to make sure that I can salvage something out of this…have to make sure that we get you some reinforcements!”

Wraith shakes his head as he tells his men, “Let’s go…” they take off down the corridor, Wraith grabbing a discarded launcher on the way. Something really bad must have happened up there for him to tuck tail and run…if

Storm is there…

“Men, the weather woman is in there…be careful!” he calls as they just barrel into the room…struck by lightning as soon as they enter. “Damn…we gotta get past her, but she’s going to strike the first thing she sees coming…”

Wraith stops the men he has left at the opening, surveying the scene in front of him. All he sees are dead, sizzling bodies lying everywhere; some are completely dead, some are almost dead. Above them, the deliverer of nature’s fury floats effortlessly…blood covering the front of her and her hair flailing all around her face, still dangerously beautiful.

She’s determined to destroy…determined to kill.

He spots one of the X-Men on the other side calling to her…it seems as if he trying to get her to come down. He looks back at his men, “Once she stops…make a run for the door…I’m going back to get something.”

Storm watches as the teleport runs away, leaving these men to her mercy. At any other time she doesn’t like to kill, but after everything that has happened to her and to Logan…they deserve this! Her powers amplify with the intensity of her emotions…truly a goddess for anyone to admire.

Cyclops comes back to where she is, screaming at the top of his lungs to through over the sounds of the raging storm. “Storm…we’re out…you can stop now!” Cyclops hollers, but she doesn’t listen. Every bit of fear and anger flows out of her and into each lightning strike. Nothing means more to her now than to take her revenge…revenge for her rape, revenge for their treatment, and revenge for Logan.

The storm builds higher…the lightning flashes throughout the room and down the corridors, one barely missing Cyclops. He calls out again, “Storm, we have to go…Logan is seriously hurt and needs to get back to where we can really help him! Storm…Ororo!”

The eyes gradually turn back to their normal brilliant blue with her softly drifting to the floor. Panting, she looks over what she has done…not showing any emotion. Cyclops comes over to her, “We have to get Logan back to the mansion.”

“Logan…Goddess, Logan!” she says, snapping out of her trance and walking over to the team leader. He takes her in his arms to hug her when a blast hits him over his head. “Damn, we have to move!” he says as he sees Wraith leading some men towards them.

“Don’t let them get away!” Wraith calls as they fire at them, racing out the door and onto the grounds.

There are still those patrolling the outside that try to open fire on the escaping mutants, helping Wraith and his men…but they are few and far between. Cyclops and Storm tear across the grounds, dodging the shots…heading to the cloaked Blackbird, hurrying up the ramp and into their seats to begin lift-off. Storm straps in the co-pilot chair, flipping the switches…starting the power up.

“We need to hurry, not only for Logan but before Stryker gets the wise idea to head this way to find us.”

Cyclops supplies as he presses the start button and lifts the power lever. The large jets on the plane fire up just as they spot Wraith standing in the doorway with a rocket launcher. Just as the plane begins to rise, he sets the missile for heat-sensing and fires…the missile heading straight for its heat signature. Cyclops flips a switch and the Blackbird flashes for a second before the missile turns around back to the base.

“Oh, shit!” the teleport says as he blinks out, leaving the others to stand there watching as the missile exploding against the wall just above them, showering the men below with huge boulders and streams of water.

Wraith reappears on the other side of the lake as he watches the Blackbird take off and head south. Just as the plane leaves his view, four vehicles with missile launchers on board pull up and Stryker jumps out.

“Where are they? Where did they go?” the colonel says. Wraith shakes his head, “Back to West Chester…you want to follow?”

Stryker growls, “No…we have to come up with something else. I’ve lost my subject and the samples of DNA, so the doctor is useless right now.” The old man walks back to the transport and hops in, his mind reeling from the utter defeat he has just taken. As Wraith comes back to get on, he says to him, “I want you to watch over Creed…he was doused with some experimental chemicals and will be out of it for a while. Once he’s able, let me know…he’s going to pay for this…”

“So, why keep him?” Wraith asks.

“Because freedom is the one thing that he wants more than anything…and the one thing that he’ll never have. That implanted explosive will see to that…” he returns as he waves to the driver. “Head to the base at Niagara…we have to regroup.”

The four transports move out in the opposite direction…heading to a new base of operations.



The Blackbird lands back in its docking bay and the tired X-Men disembark. Rogue rushes to bring a stretcher to carry Logan off. His healing factor had been slowed by the artery injury that he sustained fighting Creed, so Jean has an IV running out of his arm and bandages all over his body. Once the stretcher gets there, Hank and Scott lift him on it and they wheel him into the Medlab. Jean starts to tend to his wounds properly while Hank makes sure that they suture his neck to help the healing process. Ororo is still wearing the blood-stained gown and labcoat, staring blankly at the injured feral on the table.

'Is this how it felt, mpenzi, when you brought me back? Did you want to kill when you couldn’t do anything to help me?'

She turns to walk out of the room, heading straight to the Danger Room…

A few hours later, she comes out…sweating and panting. Jean is waiting for her outside the door, holding a change of clothes and a towel. “Are you okay?” she asks as the Nubian woman wipes her face, heading to the locker room for a shower.

“I’m fine…”

Jean smiles, “You know, Logan did the same thing when you were brought back here…he was so upset he had to take it out on the poor robots in the Danger Room. Did you leave any for him?” she asks light-heartedly. Ororo just nods, sitting on the bench. “It must have killed him not to be able to do anything…to have to wait.”

“He was more than willing to stay until he knew you were conscious. No one dared to tell him he had to leave…almost bit off the few hands that tried to help you…only he was allowed. I don’t know what you did to him, but he is completely devoted to you…was even before you, well you know…” Jean says, lightly embarrassed.

Ororo smiles, “I always knew he would, once he committed to someone…I just never knew I would be the lucky woman.” Standing, she heads to the showers to clean off a bit, thinking about the conversation she just had with Jean. As the hot water pours over her, she tries to relax herself and remember that Logan will heal and then they can put this horrible chapter in their lives behind them. She rubs his mark on her neck, it having healed to where it just shows dark spots on her skin. He loves me…she thinks as she finishes. Stepping out, Ororo makes her way over to the benches to change into the clothes that Jean left her. Why now out of all times is it hard to gather herself to go see him? Logan has been hurt before but it has never affected her like this before…

But, she had not shared her feelings with him before now…

Ororo sighs, I am not going to break down like some sniveling child! I am stronger than that! She slides on her shirt and jeans, shaking out her hair, then walks out of the locker room to the Medlab. As she enters, she sees Hank and Jean looking at some images on the large screen…not really looking in her direction. She moves past them and into the small room where she had spent the better part of three months. Entering quietly, Ororo sees Logan…still hooked up to intravenous medicines and monitors. As she approaches, she can see the sutures in the side of his neck…holding together that wicked cut from Creed. His face is pale, not the usual healthy color…making his hair stand out against his pallor. 'This isn’t Logan…he’s not supposed to be like this…'

“Logan…I’m here, Logan. You’re safe now…” she whispers in his ear as she sits next to the bed. How many times had he done this with me? How many times did he want to rage at this happening to me? A deep groan comes from him as he starts to awaken, taking Ororo a little by surprise. “Logan?” she asks.

“Hey, gorgeous…I’m still here, huh?” he says huskily, his eyes opening to reveal those beautiful hazel depths.

“Of course you are…I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ororo returns as she caresses his face gently. “I knew you would come for me, but I didn’t want this to happen to you.”

He turns to look at her, “That was something that was goin’ ta’ happen whether or not he did what he did. He has a grudge against me fer turnin’ away from ‘im…but they all hadta’ be punished, I hadta’ do somethin’…”

She lays her head on his chest and he brings his hand up to caress her hair, “I don’t know what I would do without you, Logan…”

“Yes, ya’ do…you’d still be teachin’ here and takin’ care of these kids. Ya’d go on livin’ ya’ life ‘cause that’s what I’d want ya’ ta’ do.” He lifts her face up to his as he smiles, “The one that wouldn’t be any good would be me…yer my soul, ‘Ro…” he touches the mark, “…my reason fer being here now. I know I must’ve lost a lot along the way that I can’t remember, but right now…this moment, all I see is ya’ shining eyes and gorgeous smile…and I know the look is all fer me…even after all of this.”

“Always, mpenzi…always. Now you have to rest, let the healing work for you.” Ororo says, wiping stray tears from her eyes. He smiles as he turns back, closing his eyes to try to sleep again. Not wanting to leave his side, she keeps her head resting against his chest…letting the beat of his heart lull her to sleep with him.



Morning…and the work on the dining room and rec room are being done by specialized construction workers that Xavier trusts explicitly, making the rooms look as if nothing has ever taken place. The children move back and forth between their classes, occasionally looking at those rooms, wondering what had exactly happened. Xavier is teaching his Sociology class, while Jean tends to English and Scott instructs the Shop class. Dr. McCoy does the Math and Science classes and Ororo is still teaching History.

Today though, the History has to be taught by Jean, as Ororo is otherwise occupied. Down in the lower levels, the weather goddess is still asleep against her mate…the man known as Wolverine. It makes sense that she is here instead of upstairs, even though at any other time, she would have been with the children. No, on this day she chooses to be with him, the man that stuck with her through all her terror and anxieties, faced her anger and fear, and above it all protected her and sought out revenge for her. The gentle rumbling of his chest as he snores is beyond soothing…keeping her relaxed and in a deep sleep.

Logan awakens first, as usual, to the sweet scent of orchids. He smiles down at her, seeing her face lying against his chest. Her mouth is slightly open and her hair is spread almost like a second blanket over him. He lets his fingers play on her face, tracing her eyebrows and jawline…running his finger finally over her lips. 'So beautiful…'he thinks as those gentle touches stir her awake. Her eyes focus in on him and he smiles, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, are you feeling any better?” she asks as she’s yawning. He caresses her hair again, “Much…since you’re here. Where’s everyone?”

“Teaching…” Ororo says as she lifts up. “Classes are still going on.”

“So, why’re ya’ here?” he asks, a little puzzled.

She smiles, “I was not going to leave you here…you didn’t leave me.” He caresses her cheek as she places a soft kiss in the palm, “I couldn’t, koibito…I wouldn’t,” he murmurs.

Clearing her throat, Ororo stands, “Now that you seem to be better, I can get freshened up a bit. I’ll be back down here in about an hour.”

“I may be outta here in an hour…” he starts, sitting up. All the scars and bruises have faded to almost nothing now…even the cut at his neck is nearly completely sealed. He starts to pull at the IV’s, but Ororo stops him. “Let Jean check you out before you do that…I want to be sure that you are alright.”

“Stubborn woman…” Logan mumbles as he lies back down to stare at the ceiling…

She smiles…'the beast is restless…'

The snowy haired goddess leans down to kiss him lightly on the lips, “Behave…I’ll be back.” But, as she lifts back up…he grabs the back of her head and pulls her back down for a more heated one. His lips totally dominate hers as his tongue slides into her mouth to claim it. They duel fiercely as he pulls her close and she goes limp from the onslaught…moaning as her body reacts sensually. Her scent of arousal drifts up to him, mingling with his own…causing his body to harden. Logan remembers the wanton surrender she gave him the last time they were together…hasn’t thought of much else since then, but now is not the time. The feral bites back the urge to mount her here on his bed…so he pulls away, breathing heavily.

“I better let’cha go before I don’t…” he says in that damned sexy voice of his. Ororo shivers at the tone…she can feel herself aching to have him take her, but this isn’t the place. Frustrated, she stands on unsteady feet, “Yes…um…I’ll see you later…” she stammers as she makes her way out the door. Logan stares longingly at her, before he wills his body to calm down.

'She’s yours, idiot…no need to rush!'

Smiling, he closes his eyes and relaxes…eagerly waiting to be let out of there.

Ororo heads up to their room to change clothes and handle some personal business. She looks around the room, noticing how much it feels like a home now that she isn’t in there alone. Ororo never really paid attention to where he stored his things, but now she looks it over. They share some drawers…others they have to themselves. His jacket hangs on a coat rack in the corner with hers on the other side. When she was engaged to Forge, she was always so jittery, worried that she might not be good enough to marry…and when he left, it just affirmed what she had always felt.

With Logan, it’s so different…I can be who I am and he accepts it…revels in it. We are children of nature…only we can understand how the call of the wild can dictate how we are… She enters the bathroom to wash…



Logan breathes heavily…get me the hell outta here! he thinks as he is tempted to yank out the tubes again. Just as he is about to, Jean and Hank come in to check on him.

“About time…can I get up now?” Logan asks. Hank comes to one side to check the sutures on his neck. As is expected, the scar is completely healed. “Well, it looks like you have healed yourself quite nicely. Once we give you a thorough check up, you can go.”

“Jus’ hurry up…can’t stand bein’ in here…” he grumbles as Hank starts to remove some of the bandages.

“We know…we know…” Jean says as she removes the IV tubes. Logan sits up; stretching as they make their final inspection…every wound has been healed.

“I can give you a clean bill of health, Logan…everything’s fine, but I want to give you an antibiotic, just in case.” Jean says as she turns to leave the room and retrieve the syringe. Logan looks at Hank, “What is that all about?”

“She found out some important information in Stryker’s office that she’ll tell us about later…right now, she’s just taking precautions…now sit here and wait for her.” The furry blue mutant walks out the room, leaving Logan even more puzzled than he was before. Jean comes back in with needle in hand as Logan dangles his legs off the side of the bed. Damn, why does he have to look so good? she thinks as she tries to keep a straight face. Logan smiles slightly…she could never get used to the fact that he always knew when he arouses her, but that was before…it doesn’t matter now. The smile grows larger as he thinks of the one that he has been dreaming about since that kiss earlier.

'Damn, that woman can keep me riled up!'

As Jean prepares his arm for the shot, she says, “I spoke to Ororo before the assault on the mansion…she said you told her everything.”

“Yeah, why do I hav’ta’ lie? What I felt fer ya’ is gone…too much has happened fer it to have survived anyway. Plus, ya’ keep tellin’ me that ya’ love One-Eye, so why worry?” he says nonchalantly, but she stares at him strangely. “We can be friends, right?” she asks.

“Yeah…what’s this all about, Jean?”

She plunges the needle in, administering the medicine…then pulls it out. As she finishes by discarding the needle in the sharps container on the wall, she says, “I didn’t like the way the conversation ended that night…the one where I told you I used you…I didn’t want you to hate me.”

Logan looks at her in surprise…'what is this all about?'

“Jeannie, I don’t hate ya’, but I don’t have those feelings fer ya’ either…not any more. I’ve found my mate…Scooter can rest assured that nothing else is gonna happen between us.” Logan places a blank look on his face…being smug right now will not help the situation any at all. He can sense her indecision and desire, but it’s not what he wants anymore…his life, his love is for Ororo…and her only.

Jean swallows the disappointment that she still has at him saying this. Even though Ororo had told her the same thing, some little part of her still wanted to press the issue…try to rekindle that damn spark that she longs for.

But, it’s gone…and no matter how much she would love to have it back, it has a new owner…and that is the way it’s supposed to be.

“I’m really happy for you…now you can go. I’m sure that someone can’t wait to see you…” she says as he jumps down. “She left you some clothes on the chair over there…I’m sure you want to change.”

“Yeah, but you’ll hav’ta’ step out…shy, you know!”

She laughs, “There is nothing shy about you, Logan. I’ll see you later.” Jean replies as she walks out the room. He goes into the small bathroom and splashes water on his face, noticing the mass of unruly hair all over him. “Need a shave…” he murmurs before he takes off the hospital pants, puts on the jeans, flannel shirt and boots that she so kindly left. Logan sits down to put them on, thinking that she’s gonna be surprised when she comes back down here…