Deception

Title: Deception

Rated: NC-17

Summary: Alternate X-Men Universe: Ororo Munroe, assassin, is hired

to kill Logan, (a.k.a. Wolverine) a former assassin and current

member of the mutant team X-Men.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Marvel does. :(

Though, I do like to have my fun with them. But it's just fun, so

don't sue...please.

Feedback: Yes, that would be lovely.







Letting the robe drop to the bed, Storm shakes her head softly,

letting her white hair slide in waves against her back. She sighs at

the feeling and thinks of what's she's going to do now that she's at

least going to be here for a little while. I need to get Logan back

for last night, she thinks deviously. Falling into deep thought on

how to put him through some kind of pain for leaving her she walks

across the room toward a mirror. Need to work on my control too, she

thinks. Might as well actually work with that while I'm here.



Staring at herself in the tall mirror, Storm frowns at her naked

body. Running a hand through her long, pearly white hair she sighs

again, but that's not the reason for her frown. Her skin had been

flawless, soft and smooth. Now...it's scarred. She runs a hand down

her side, fingers brushing lightly over the three healing cuts over

her ribs. The wounds shallow enough not to cause major injury, but

deep enough to leave scars.



"Damn him and his claws," she spits, running three fingers along the

cuts. She thinks back to a few nights ago when she had been foolishly

staying too close to Logan. She knew about his claws, yet she had

still stayed sprawled over his body, leaving her no way to avoid some

sort of injury. She finds herself lucky not to have gotten it worse

then she got it.



The wounds are each about two inches long, running across the side of

her ribcage. The cuts a hideous pink that stand out on her dark skin.

Maybe if they heal well there will be no scarring, she thinks.



There's a knock at her door and she quickly snaps out of her thoughts

and twirls around to face the door. Before she answers it though she

realizes she's not wearing anything.



"One minute," she says loudly, bringing a cease to the knocking while

she scurries across the room and gathers a soft robe about her body.

Standing tall and clearing her throat she slowly walks to the door

and opens it.



"What do you want?" she asks before she even bothers to see who it

is. Nobody in this place she would be looking forward to seeing, and

most had gotten on her nerves at one point or another, so she's not

in the mood to act nicely.



"We need to talk, me and you," Logan says roughly, leaning imposingly

in front of her door. Storm stares in shock.



"What...what do you want, you creep?!" she asks angrily, ready to

slam the door in his face. How dare he come waltzing up here, she

growls inside her head.



"I said, we need to talk," he growls, pushing her back into the room.

Storm grunts from the force and glares threateningly as he slams the

door shut behind him with a booted foot.



"You are really pushing it, Logan!" she shouts, then her mouth snaps

shut as Logan suddenly isn't Logan anymore. Morphing, seeming to meld

together and apart at the same time. His light tanned skin growing

darker and darker until it's a deep blue, his expressive gray eyes

mutating until they are a shimmering gold with dark black irises. His

entire form changing until it's a tall, slim figure of a woman

wearing a slight white outfit.



"Mystique?" Storm asks in disbelief. "How did you get--"



"Quiet, Storm. There are telepaths and mutants with very good hearing

in this place. It would be wise of you to keep it down," Mystique

says, brushing red hair back over her shoulder.



Storm nods and lowers her voice, "How did you get in here?" she asks.



"It's no matter, but we do need to talk. There is a new order from

Magneto, Storm," Mystique says calmly, stepping around the room and

looking around idly. She eyes a small painting on the wall that

wasn't put there by Storm and shakes her head.



"What is it?" Storm asks, suddenly very professional. Magneto had

always been there for her and she was going to be there for him, if

she could. He had risked his life for her once and she wanted to

repay him somehow.



Mystique turns from the flowery painting and smiles, "You'll enjoy

this, Storm," she says, excitement in her voice.



*************



Logan lounges back on the couch, sighing deeply, hoping to find some

peace and quiet. The sun is shining bright through the window,

signaling that the Saturday shopping fests won't be done for another

few hours. Smiling triumphantly he hoists his feet up on the couch

and lets his chin rest against his chest, eyes closing, leaving only

the sounds of the air conditioner humming and distant steps of

someone walking up the stairs.



A low, contented rumble sounds from his throat and he begins to drift

off in a nice afternoon nap when a soft scent drifts to his nose.

Catching the scent he frowns, knowing his peaceful nap wouldn't even

get to begin. Laying still he fakes sleep, keeping his eyes closed

and breathing normal.



He feels the air behind the couch shift as someone moves silently

across the floor and the scent grows stronger. The floorboards give

off the faintest of creeks as the person leans closer and he can feel

the pressure of their weight on the back of the couch. Logan suddenly

lunges upward and grabs Storm by her neck, fingers gripping tightly.

She gasps in surprise and her eyes widen innocently.



"Jesus fucking Christ, when are ya gonna leave me the hell alone?!"

he growls, eyes glaring up into her soft blue ones. She reaches up

and tries to disentangle his fingers from her throat but only

succeeds in loosening them a bit so she can talk.



"I wasn't doing anything. I was just bored, wanted to see if you were

as angry sleeping as you are awake," she smiles, giving her best kid

caught in a candy store look. Logan's gray eyes look her up and down

and he bares his teeth warningly before releasing his hold on her and

letting his body fall back to the couch.



He lies there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for her to leave but

Storm just smiles smugly and leans her elbows on the couch, watching

his face. Damn woman, what the hell is her problem, he asks himself.

He glances at her and finds her blue eyes staring down at him still.

Fucking hell, he growls to himself.



Grumbling angrily he sits up, putting his back to her and leans

forward for the television controller. As his back stretches out he

freezes as he feels her fingers run up his spine to his shoulders.

"Can I watch t.v. with you?" she asks.



"No," he replies, taking the controller and sitting back. He turns

the television on and sighs, trying to release some of his tension at

having her behind him is causing.



"Want to talk?" she asks.



"No," he answers gruffly, lips curling in an irritated snarl. "Go

somewhere else," he says.



He feels her lean closer, her hot breath against his ear making him

tense. "Want to fuck?" she whispers in his ear, a tongue flicking out

to lick the bottom of his ear. Logan laughs and turns his head to

give her a sideways look.



"No," he says firmly, wondering why she's acting like this.



"Oh," she says, running a fingernail against his shoulder. "Just

because you don't feel like taking me up against a wall you don't

want to, jerk. With an attitude like that, I'd watch my back." She

smiles at his frown.



"What the hell do ya want?" Logan growls, growing uncomfortable being

here anymore.



"Nothing," she says, looking up at the windows. "Just that I think it

would be good for you to remember that I'm more then just a good fuck

whenever you want," she says. Logan can't help but feel some kind of

hidden threat in the words.



"Ya didn't seem to be protestin, darlin'," Logan purrs, looking her

in the eyes for a long moment before pushing himself off of the

couch. "In fact, If I remember...you were practically beggin' for

it." He turns to face her and his eyes are hot and hard, piercing

into hers with some kind of challenge.



"You're just a job, Logan," Storm says with a smile. "I was hired to

act like I like you fucking me. And once your finished, I can get out

of here," she says sharply. Logan's eyes narrow dangerously and he

growls. Storm takes a step away from the couch as he quickly rounds

it and stalks toward her.



"You're just a cheap whore for Magneto," he growls. As he approaches

Storm suddenly makes an angry sound and charges. Logan is taken by

surprise as a hard kick lands squarely between his legs. He groans

loudly in utter pain and falls to his knees. "Fuckin' bitch!" he

shouts.



"That's what you get for leaving me last night, my dear Logan," she

says, amusement in her voice. "Told you I'm more then just a good

fuck whenever you want. I'm painful too."



Logan growls loudly and begins to pick himself up off of the floor

when Jean and Scott walk into the room, both frowning at seeing Logan

and Storm in the same room.



"Hello Logan, Storm," Jean says, ever polite. Scott just nods,

looking worried. Logan doesn't bother saying anything, just pulls

himself off of the floor and resists the urge to adjust himself to

make sure everything's still in place.



"Hello Jean," Storm says brightly. She glances over at Logan and he

makes eye contact, eyes burning angrily. A silence falls over the

room. Jean and Scott exchange looks as Storm and Logan glare at each

other.



Scott clears his voice, "Logan, Professor Xavier wants to talk to

you," he says, repeating Logan's name again to get his attention.

"Fine," Logan growls and shrugs his shoulders angrily and stalks out

of the room, not giving anybody another glance. Jean and Scott fall

in at his heels.



"Why are you two in the same room, Logan?" Jean asks quietly, her

pace quickening to match his. Logan turns his face to give her a hard

stare and grunts, now moving his hand down to adjust himself to

relieve the memory of the pain.



"Why don't you ask her that?!" he hisses back, shifting his head to

give Cyke a glare too, just to even it all up. "I thought you idiots

were goin' to keep her away from me!" he growls.



"We can't put her on a leash, Logan," Scott says and if Logan could

see his eyes he is sure they'd be rolling.



"Why not?" he asks.



"Logan," Jean warns. "She's just like you, you came here with your

problems."



Logan turns his eyes away from her and looks straight ahead. "She's

pushin' it, Jeannie...she's really pushin' it."



"You two really need to work your problems out," Scott says. "It's

not helping anything."



Logan growls, turning to stand in front of the Professor's office.

When it seems that neither of them are making a move to go in he

frowns, wondering why he`s supposed to go in alone, but he just gives

them both short looks. "If you'll excuse me," he says roughly and

pushes the door open, shutting it with a loud crash. Xavier looks up

from his desk, eyes widening a bit at the door slamming but they

settle again and he motions for Logan to take a seat.



Sitting down Logan watches the Professor waiting. When he doesn't say

anything he tosses his hands irritably, "What do ya want Charlie?!"

he asks.



"Why do you still have so much hostility toward Storm?" he asks

suddenly, head tilting curiously. Logan sighs deeply and runs a hand

over his face.



"Is this really what ya called me in here for?" he asks in a

exasperated voice.



"Well, no, but she seems to be troubling you," the Professor says.

Logan shakes his head and gives Xavier a stern look, "Don't go

rummagin' through my head, Chuck," he growls, leaning back in the

chair and flexing his fingers against the wooden armrests. The

Professor nods and holds his hands up.



"I am sorry, Logan," he says. The Professor shifts in his large wheel

chair and looks down at a few papers on his desk. "What I do want to

talk to you about though, is Magneto and his Brotherhood," he says,

eyes moving back up to look at Logan.



"OK, so talk," Logan grunts sourly, frowning at the man, really not

in the mood to talk about this.



Xavier sighs tiredly, "Well, I was hoping to get some information

from you, Logan," he says.



Logan shifts in the chair and narrows his eyes at Xavier, "About

what?" he asks.



"About the Brotherhood," Xavier says.



"That was almost a year ago, and I already told you the shit I know,"

Logan says.



"Yes, yes. But please, we need to figure out what Magneto has planned

next," the Professor says.



"So, this is why Red and Cyke didn't come in," Logan says, eyes

roaming the room as he thinks.



"Yes, you told me before that you wanted all the information about

the Brotherhood kept between us. So, I am keeping it that way," he

says with a short smile.



"Well," Logan lets out a loud breath. "I got nothing else to tell ya,

Charlie. So, I don't know what your searchin' for." He looks back at

the Professor, waiting impatiently. This is a waste of his time.



"Storm wasn't part of the Brotherhood then was she?" he asks Logan,

waiting quietly for an answer.



Logan shakes his head, "Nope."



"You know I still can't get her to admit anything," Xavier says,

sighing and shaking his head. "The only person it seems she'll say

anything to is you. So you are my only source of information on

Magneto at this moment."



"Why don't you just use that mind...stuff on her? Just read her

thoughts or somethin'," Logan says.



"It's not that simple, and it seems that Magneto has warned her about

Jean and I. Storm has very strong walls, making it difficult to make

anything out."



"Have Jean talk to her," Logan offers the idea.



"She has tried. Storm won't talk with Jean either, or Scott, or

Jubilee. Rogue or Bobby can give it a try, but I doubt they will get

any more then we already have," Xavier says, a deep frown setting

itself on his face. He watches Logan sharply though, his eyes

twinkling with something.



"No," Logan says roughly, pointing at the man. "Don't look at me like

that. I'm not talking to her," he says. "She won't tell me anything

either and I don't want anything to do with her!"



"You're the only one that can talk to her, Logan," the Professor

says.



"No!" Logan shakes his head to emphasize it. "I'm not gonna try and

get her to squeal for ya. I want her as far away from me as

possible!"



Logan nods his head at that, telling himself that he wanted that. But

for some reason unable to get the image of last night out of his

head. Fucking her on the desk...he shakes his head, clearing his

thoughts. He'll give it to her. She's a nice body, but personality

wise she's at the bottom of the basket.



"Do you?" the Professor asks, raising an eyebrow at him and Logan

growls, berating himself for even thinking of Storm. The woman is a

curse on his mind. One moment making him ache at the thought of

touching her, hearing her gasp his name. Then his reasonable side

comes into play and he thinks about the knife she dug deep into the

back of his neck and the way she liked to push him to the verge of

ripping her head off, and he couldn't forget her most recent

contribution to the Storm is a Bitch Foundation, the kick to the

crotch.



Oh, she'll fucking pay for that, he thinks to himself.



"Are we done?" he asks in a dark growl, in a very bad mood now. The

Professor's eyebrows both rise in amusement and he nods as Logan

stands.



"I guess we are," he says. Logan nods quickly and turns to

leave. "Talk to her, Logan," Xavier says in a hard voice. Logan turns

to look at him over his shoulder. Grunting, he turns back around and

stalks out of the room, slamming the door shut even harder then when

he had come in.



************



"Did you get inside to mansion, Mystique?" Magneto asks as soon as

she steps into the room. Looking quickly around the room she nods her

head. Gambit and Psylocke are talking quietly and he's pointing to

some spot on a map. Sabertooth is nowhere to be found and Toad is

crouching on the steps leading into the room. He nods shortly to her

and she just glances at him.



"I got in and had a little chat with her. She seems to be enjoying

herself over there," Mystique says, stepping slowly toward Magneto,

who's frowning, now wearing a helmet over his head that supposedly

kept Xavier from finding him and reading his thoughts or anything.



"Did you tell her what we're going to do?" Toad asks, looking up at

her again.



"Yes," she says. "I told her exactly what she needs to do, and she

seems that she will be able to handle it."



"Good. Then she will stay close to Wolverine and help when the time

comes?" Magneto says, frowning lifting a bit at this news.



Mystique nods again, "Yes. It seems she's been keeping close to him

already though," she adds.



Magneto just shakes his head, dismissing the extra tidbit of

information but Gambit and Psylocke both look up at that.



"What Sabertooth gonna t'ink `bout `dis?" Gambit asks, glancing from

Psylocke to Mystique. They both shrug.



"It doesn't matter what he thinks. I think Storm's her own woman,"

Psylocke says softly, just throwing in her opinion.



"Tell that to Sabes," Toad says, leaning back against the wall and

sighing. "He's going to be pissed."



"It is no matter!" Magneto interrupts. "As long as Storm does what

she is supposed to then what Sabertooth feels is meaningless."



*************



Later that Day:



Jubilee watches with a smile on her lips as Logan pushes himself off

of the motorcycle, grumbling under his breath. She notices his eyes

glance up at her quickly then he shrugs out of his heavy jacket.



"What ya want, kid?" he asks, walking toward her and the door. He had

gone out for a ride probably to clear his head and he doesn't look

like he's cleared anything.



She chews quickly on her gum for a second, standing on the step and

waiting for him to get closer so she can see just how angry he is at

the moment. Wanting to know if she'll be safe to tell him that Scott

wants them all down in the danger room to train. He looks up at her

again, an eyebrow rising at her as he waits for her to answer his

question. Logan passes her and opens the door, holding it open as she

ducks under his arm inside the mansion.



"Well," she says, turning to face him. "We have training down in the

danger room, Wolvie," she says.



"When?" he growls, throwing his jacket on the back of a chair at the

table and stomping to the kitchen.



"Like...right now," she says, smiling as he frowns over his shoulder

at her.



Logan grumbles some more under his breath and reaches the fridge,

opening it just quick enough to pull out a beer before slamming it

shut again. He pops off the top and it falls to the counter with a

clatter and Jubilee watches quietly as he tips his head back, gulping

the beer down.



"Jeez, Wolvie. At least taste it before it goes down," she shakes her

head. Logan looks at her levelly, frowning.



"If their trainin' right now, shouldn't you be down there?" he asks.

"Sent me to come and get you," she answers, crossing her arms over

her chest. "So, are you coming or not?"



"No," he says, taking another gulp from his beer.



Jubilee frowns, "You're no fun," she says. "Cyclops will be angry."

"I don't care," he growls.



She watches him for a moment then smiles, "Storm's down there too,"

her smile grows as his eyebrows slightly lift and his eyes sharpen on

her. "She's training with us today. The Professor wants to see her

use her powers in combat."



Putting the bottle on the counter, Logan folds his arms over his

chest. "And why would I care?" he asks, lowering his eyebrows and

giving a poor impression of disinterest.



"OH.." Jubilee rolls her eyes to the ceiling and kicks the floor as

if she didn't have a care in the world. "I don't know. Just thought

you might like to know." He frowns at her and she smiles,

winking. "See ya down there, Wolvie!" With that she hurries out of

the room before he can say anything else.



Smiling smugly she rushes to the elevator and takes it down to the

lower levels. It stops and she steps out, heading to the danger room.

Bobby or Iceman, is standing outside the doorway, leaning against the

wall. As she approaches he sighs and pushes off of the wall.



"Finally, what took you so long?" he asks. "And where's Wolverine?"



"He's coming. Don't get your shorts in a bunch," she says. "Had to

wait for him to get home."



"Well, whatever, Cyclops wants us in there ASAP, they've already

started I think," Bobby says, frowning at the door leading to the

Danger Room. Bobby and Jubilee step inside, entering into a long,

empty hallway. Walking down it, she eyes him and waits for him to

say something. He always gets quiet when she's around.



Having enough of the silence she decides to take things into her own

hands, "So, get any new cd's lately, Bobby?" she asks.



Bobby seems a bit started by her sudden question and looks at her

over his shoulder, "Oh...uhh...got the new System of a Down album,"

he says. She frowns and wrinkles her nose and he seems to think more

deeply. "Oh! And I got the new U2 album the other day," he adds

quickly.



Jubilee smiles at him, "You like U2?" she asks.



"Yeah," he says. "They're pretty good."



"Oh, I love them!" she says, "I'll have to come by later and listen

to that," she says, smiling warmly at him. He just nods, smiling

back. Coming to another door, they fall silent once again. Bobby

opens it and they both step into a small room with computers and

monitors all around. A large window encompassing an entire side of

the room. Jubilee narrows her eyes as she looks out the window and

sees nothing but white.



"What's going on?" she asks loudly. Cyclops, Jean, Beast, Rogue and

the Professor are all there, watching the white as if the most

interesting thing in the world. She glances at Bobby who just

shrugs.



"It's Storm," Jean finally says. "Testing her powers."



"Yeah, and again I say, what's going on?!" she says, leaning closer

to window. Her eyes widen as she gets glimpses through the white,

short scenes of generated trees. "Is that snow?" she asks,

disbelieving.



"Yes, it is," Beast says, moving to her side. "Storm is quite

powerful. She is able to use the full force of nature's elements,

it's remarkable."



"Yes, it is, but she still doesn't have quite enough control, making

her very dangerous," the Professor says.



"She's dangerous no matter how much control she has or doesn't,"

Logan says suddenly appearing through the door. Jubilee jumps in

surprise and glares at him.



"At least knock before you do that, Wolvie," she says and turns back

around to stare at the white. Then she smiles, having known all

along that telling him Storm was down here would get him to come.



"Glad to see you join us today, Logan," Scott says, barely sparing

him a glance.



"What and miss all this fun? Never," Logan says sarcastically and

steps deeper into the room. "You think it's a good idea to be

teachin' her how to use that kind of power?" he asks, raising an

eyebrow at the Professor.



"Why wouldn't it be wise," he asks, looking up at Logan equally in

question. Scott turns in his chair, frowning. Jubilee turns from

the window as the snow storm seems to dissipate, leaving the Danger

Room's woody floor left clear white. She still hadn't been able to

spot Storm anywhere in there.



"Well, she's just gonna use it against us," Logan points out.



"What makes you say that?" Scott asks.



"Trust me, Cyke," Logan growls.



"I don't see why she would. She seems happy here, why would she just

turn on us again," he counters.



"You're forgettin' why she's here in the first place, bub!" Logan

says.



"And you're forgetting why you're also here in the first place,

Logan!" Scott replies.



Logan growls, "Me and her...we're different."



"How?" Scott asks. Everyone else in the room is eerily silent and

Jubilee looks between both of the men uncomfortably.



"I never went through with it! She did! Charlie's still here, ain't

he?!" The Professor frowns and shakes his head, holding his hand up

as if to silence both of them, but neither seem to comply.



"You're still here, Logan."



"Yeah, healing factor's a bitch," Logan growls.



"You're a very selfish man, you know that Logan?" Scott says

angrily. "We give you a chance and here comes a woman who has been

through very similar circumstances as you and you refuse to giver her

a chance. I think if the Professor can forgive you and give you a

chance, the least you can do is do the same for Storm." Logan snarls

and takes a step toward Scott before Beast puts a hand on his

shoulder, halting him.



"This is getting out of hand, Logan," he says. "There is no need for

this."



"No, there isn't," The Professor says sharply. He frowns at the two

men, and Scott bows his head and turns back around in the chair,

watching the monitors once again. Logan glares at his back for a

moment longer before shrugging Beast's hand off of him roughly and

holding his hands up non-threateningly. "Are you two quite done

now?" the Professor asks.



They both stay silent and Xavier nods, "Good," he says. He turns

away from Logan and stares out the window, Jubilee also turning back

to it. She gasps as she sees Storm floating in mid air.



"What's...She can fly?" Jubilee asks.



Beast nods and answers, "Yes, well...not exactly. She uses the winds

to lift her and keep her in the air."



Jubilee glances over at Logan as he grunts and moves silently to the

side of the room, his face and body falling into shadows. She

watches the bright glint of his eyes as he stares at Storm flying in

the Danger Room intently. As if measuring up prey or valuating a

threat. She looks over at Bobby again, who just shrugs, shaking his

head.



This is causing way too many problems, Jubilee thinks to herself.



************



Psylocke pulls the car to a stop in front of the large gate, staring

up the long straight road to the large mansion.



"When are we doing this?" she asks Gambit, sitting next to her.



Gambit takes the cigarette from his lips and looks past her at the

mansion also, "Two days," he answers. "Stormy betta' be ready."



"I still don't see how Magneto plans on convincing Logan to join the

Brotherhood again...let alone capture him," she mutters.



Remy shrugs, "Don' know. All I know is `dat we need to get Stormy

back. And I t'ink Sabertooth has plans for Wolverine anyway."



Psylocke twists her head to stare at him, "What?" she asks.



"I don' know!" Remy says defensively. "Jus' know `dose two don' like

each other much, and once he learns about Wolverine and Stormy..." he

trails off with a whistle and his eyebrows rise drastically. Gambit

shakes his head and places the cigarette back in his mouth, taking a

long drag off of it.



"I didn't join this little mission to see Sabertooth try to kill

Wolverine, Remy," Psylocke says sharply.



Remy smiles and laughs, "It's alright. Sabes can' even do anythin'

to Wolverine. He's tried before, you remember," he says.



Psylocke frowns and gives the mansion one last look before shifting

the car back into drive and peeling out onto the road once again.