Primal Urges

Part Six

The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly…Ororo wishing that they can hurry up and get to the mission so that once it is done, she and Logan can continue to “explore” their feelings. But the longer she looks at the clock, counting the hours before her last class…the longer the day seems. Finally, Ororo dismisses her final class and hurriedly collects her things to take to her loft to look over for the next day. A strange giddiness fills her as, all of a sudden, she can’t wait to see Logan… and after this morning, she 'really' wants to…

But, a mental message put a halt to her lustful wishing…

The Professor is calling all the members of the team he needs to take this mission.

'Damn, almost forgot…'

Sighing deeply, she heads down the elevator to the lower levels…the mission must come first and it is now that they must prepare. The team is downstairs outside the Danger Room, collecting their uniforms, heading to the control room to speak with Xavier. This time around, they are deploying Storm, Wolverine, Rogue, Cyclops, and Jean. Rogue is chosen for the fact that she has residual powers from those she touched…namely Magneto and Logan. She has discovered that she does have limited flight capabilities because of the magnetic field, but she can’t twist metal. And with Logan’s strength and heightened senses, it’s like having two of them…then again, maybe not such a good idea…

“Team, we are after a mutant named Remy LeBeau. He has a bio-kinetic power that allows him to charge anything with energy to use against you, so be careful. He has another power that I have yet to understand. We want him unharmed…there is something about him that Magneto wants and we must prevent him from getting it.”

“We’ll find him, Professor,” says Scott. Charles nods as he waves his hand over the large table in front of them. A three-dimensional map of New Orleans appears and he zooms in on a specific area. “He can be found in the French Quarter…he frequents the poker halls there. Be careful, team…I have a feeling that there is more to this than meets the eye.”

“Why, what aren’t you telling us, Professor?” asks Rogue, but Xavier merely smiles at her. “Don’t worry, child…when I know, you will. Get moving.”

The team disperses to change…the women going to the right and the men to the left. As they are going their respective ways, Logan grabs Ororo, sneaking her into a small alcove without being seen. “Logan, this is…” she starts, but is promptly cut off with a kiss.

“I want ya’ ta’ be careful…” he says seriously. The darkened eyes tell her that Logan is in protection mode and it touches her…he’s never acted like this before.

“I’ll be fine…” she starts again, but his expression doesn’t change.

He shakes his head, “Somethin’ jus’ don’t feel right about this…I need ya’ to be careful.” Needing to reassure him, the Nubian beauty hugs him close, “Dearest, we have been and will be on many missions together…I promise that I’ll be careful as long as you promise me that you will as well.”

“Promise, darlin’…now get goin’!”

He pats her on the rear as she hurries into the locker room. He steps out to meet Xavier, the telepath looking
at him amusedly.

“What?” Logan asks, knowing that the older man is totally aware of what just happened. Charles simply smiles, “Nothing, Logan. I’m just happy that you are here…” and he starts to wheel himself towards Cerebro. Looking back over his shoulder, he adds, “Oh, and I hope you are careful!” Logan feels a small smile forming before he makes his way to put on the leather monkey suit.



Within an hour, the Blackbird is soaring above the city of New Orleans, in stealth mode. Cyclops and Storm guide it onto a patch of land just outside the bayou…keeping it cloaked. It’s dusk, so there aren’t many people around to see five people emerge out of the clear blue sky. As they disembark, Cyclops turns to Jean, “That LeBeau kid should be around here somewhere…can you zero in on him?” Jean closes her eyes and concentrates, “He’s in the Bayou, but I sense other mutants around him.”

“Spread out…Rogue, head toward Fountain Lane…should be relatively safe in that part of town, and I want you to just observe. Storm and Wolverine, head towards that little street off to the left…Jean and I will take the opposite direction into the entrance of Bayou Road.” Everyone nods, and Rogue jogs down the street. Storm and Wolverine turn down a narrow alleyway while Cyclops and Jean head down a seemingly empty street.



Unbeknownst to the team, two sets of binoculars watch each group from an unseen post in the middle of the bayou…observing them move towards their unsuspecting subject. “Why are we just lookin’?” asks one.

“We were told just to observe, maggot…nothing more.”

The larger mutant snarls as they continue their silent watch on the grounds below.



Storm and Wolverine make their way down the deserted little road. The only things visible are rundown shacks and a speak-easy…they’re not sure who exactly they are looking for, but hope they will know him when they find him.

“Whaddya think we’re supposed to be lookin’ for ta’ let us know it’s the kid?” Logan asks as he slowly walks down the alley.

Storm shakes her head, “Just keep an eye out…I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

Suddenly, Logan stops and sniffs the air, “Hold it, darlin’…somethin’ ain’t right here. I smell…” and before he can finish the thought, an unknown figure jumps down and land on his back. It grabs him tightly around the neck and the claws come out. Growling menacingly, he drops to his back, making the creature lose his breath, loosening their grip. In a flash, Logan is back on his feet, staring at what grabbed him. A squat, disgusting man now sits on the ground in front of him…staring at him with a sly smirk on his face.

“Welcome to Naw’leans, Wolverine…” drawls Toad as his tongue lashes out and grabs Logan by the leg, throwing
him quite a few feet away from him. Storm stands back, letting her eyes turn white and her hair whip in a growing wind. Just as she is about unleash her power, she is kicked from behind by another unknown assailant. She falls forward, twisting around to see who it is. A tall, muscular woman stands there with her arms folded, waiting for her to do something. “You still think you can take me, Storm?”

“Callisto…I thought I had dealt with you already…you’re back for more?”

She sneers, “You got lucky, weather witch…get ready for round two.” The Morlock pulls her deadly blades and poises for battle. Storm gets back to her feet and crouches like she was taught…thanks to Wolverine. Callisto lunges towards her, knifes swinging with Storm blocking. Once the Morlock passes her, Storm elbows her in the back of the neck…making her fall forward. Dust and dirt fly up as Callisto tries to regain her bearings, but Storm is not a dirty fighter…she gives her time to get back up…

Maybe not such a good idea…

Callisto charges again, but this time is able to take a slice out of her, cutting her across her left side. Storm stumbles back and quickly assesses her injury, noting that it isn’t deep before she settles into another couching battle stance. “That all you have, Morlock?” snarls Storm.

“Come and get it!” screams Callisto.

The mutant charges Storm again, but this time Storm has the upper hand. She dodges to the side at the last minute and kicks up hard on her hands, dislodging the two lethal blades. “Shit!” Callisto screams before rushing back to tackle Storm to the ground. Both women roll over and over, trading blows and kicks until Storm kicks her off and against the side of a nearby building…



Those eyes that are looking at the fight pay close attention to the battling X-Men, but are paying attention to one in particular…

“Whaddya think?”

“Too early to tell yet…we have others to look at before we make a decision…”



Wolverine takes a quick look at the pair of battling women, a strange pride filling him as he watches Storm employ tactics that he had shown her in their wrestling matches. Just as his eyes wander, Toad grabs him around the arm with that wicked tongue, trying to throw him again. But, Logan is ready for that…he grabs the tongue and pulls forward. Toad is knocked off his feet while Logan swings him around in the air like a lasso. “Let’s see how ya’ like being thrown!” he calls as he takes his claw to cut Toad’s tongue off and let him fly. An agonized scream fills the air as Toad is launched in the levees close to a mile away. Breathing heavily, Logan turns to Storm…who is still battling Callisto with the fierceness of an Amazon warrior.

Back on their feet, both women circle each other…eyes glaring dangerously. Both are wearing battle scars and both are determined not to fail.

“Give it up, Storm…you weren’t meant to win this…” pants Callisto, blood dripping down her face from a large gash on her cheek.

“You started this…you can end it. I didn’t want any of this, Callisto…our fight was over a long time ago,” says Storm in a soft voice. Logan stares at the both of them…not interfering with the dangerous dance taking place now, but is there in case something else decides to pop out of the shadows.

“This is about more than you know, human-lover…”

Storm jerks up a little at that, “What do you mean?”

Callisto smiles, “Once this is done…you’ll wish you weren’t so damned determined to save those worthless hunks of flesh!” and she charges once more. This time, it takes Storm by surprise and she’s knocked backwards on the ground. The Morlock jumps to land on her chest feet first, but Storm moves out of the way just in time…having her land awkwardly. Callisto falls forward, leg sprained and turns back to look at Storm. “You just remember what I said, X-Man.” And with that said, she vanishes in a puff of smoke. The former African goddess stands there, looking at the mist that was her enemy…wondering what she meant by her words. So absorbed in the thought, she had forgotten Logan standing behind her.

“You alright, darlin’?” he asks, coming over to her. She nods, “I’m fine…but you’re right… there is something about all this that does feel right.”

The feral sniffs the air and detects a faint metallic smell, “Storm, yer hurt…ya’ sure yer alright?”

Storm smiles at the concern, “Don’t get all mushy on me now…I’m fine, just a scratch.”

He nods, not altogether sure that she’s telling the truth…but give her the benefit of the doubt. To answer her statement, he says, “Yer right…there’s more going on here than we know. It’s almost as if…”

“If what?”

He turns to look at her, “I dunno yet…just a strange feeling. Come on, we need to find the others.” With one last look at the former battleground, they both take off toward Bayou Road.



“Well, whaddya think now?”

“Still too soon to tell…you have got to be patient.”

“All this fuckin’ waitin’ is not what I do…”

“It is today…”

The two observers watch intently for the next scene to commence…




Cyclops and Jean round the buildings and enter an area that is filled with people dancing and drinking everywhere. “It’s a good thing this is New Orleans…we may look crazy otherwise!” says Cyke and Jean giggles.

“I still have a feeling that there is more to this than meets the eye…we have to be careful.”

Cyclops grunts as a drunk pedestrian runs into him. With a slurred “I’m sorry” the man moves on, stumbling as he goes. “Easier said than done,” he returns. They wind their way through the crowd, slowly heading towards some buildings that look like old Western saloons. As they finally get through the mass of partiers, Jean stops, “Wait, Cyclops…there’s someone here.”

He grabs the knob on the side of his visor, “Where?”

A loud yell rips the air and the few stragglers left in the street run for cover. Jean peers at a saloon over to the left and points, “There…aim there.”

Cyclops looks in the direction of her finger, seeing a woman being pushed out into the street. Holding her as a shield is Quill, with his spines exposed and ready to spring. “You think you X-Men can get past us?”

“Yeah…” says another voice coming out from the right side. Psylocke comes out of the shadows, looking directly at Jean. 'Damn, I know that as far as a mental match, I would lose…but I can block as well as dish it out. Being able to teleport is a plus as well...' the young mutant thinks. The two young mutants file into the street, taking the helpless hostage with them. Cyclops keeps a bead on Quill, while Jean takes note of Psylocke. “Something’s telling me that this is a set-up…”

“What? What do you mean set-up?” asks Cyclops, never wavering from the porcupine-looking teen and the woman he’s holding. She’s squirming dangerously…not knowing that her attacker is covered in deadly spines. “Calm down…we’ll get you out of here!” calls Cyke to the frantic woman and she stops for a minute.

“Good thing you told her that, she was really getting on my last nerve…” and with that, he drives a spine right into the woman’s neck. She falls to the ground without a sound.

“Dammit!” calls Cyke and he blasts Quill, but the youngster is too fast. He darts out the way, sending a barrage of quills towards Cyclops. Knowing each quill has a small amount of poison, so Cyclops dodges as best he can until he ducks behind a pillar along the street walk way. At the same moment, Psylocke launches her own psionic attack…knocking Jean back a few feet. “Come on, “oh mighty Phoenix”…let’s see what you got.”

Jean looks at a nearby barrel and it begins to float. It launches toward the young telekinetic, but she hits it with a reflective blast, breaking it into pieces. Jean spies another barrel behind her and levitates that one…this time able to hit her in the back with it. The young girl falls forward, but before she hits the ground, she disappears. Jean steps back, looking around to see if she can spot anything…but then realizes that she needs to use her powers. She closes her eyes to sense her…her eyes snapping open just as Psylocke rematerializes right in front of her. Jean swings out, punching her in the face…knocking the girl back a few feet. Shaking her head, she tries to clear her sight just as Jean hits her with a psionic blast all her own.

Psylocke flies back and hits the side of a bar…hard.

She’s out cold.

Quill sees his companion hit the ground and suddenly isn’t so sure that they can win this. He launches another volley of spines at Cyclops, who is still hiding behind the pillar. Cyke looks around at a lamppost stationed right behind the unaware youth and directs a beam at it. The post falls, knocking the kid in the back into the wall and he falls, out cold. Jean and Cyclops come forward slowly to check on their fallen foes, but as soon as they are in close range…both bodies fade into nothingness.

“What the…?” stutters Cyke.

“I don’t like this. We need to find this Remy LeBeau and quick.” Jean returns and they runs off toward Bayou Road.



“Not bad…but those two were useless! Didn’t even give a half o’ a good fight!”

“Calm down, this is not why we’re here…one more to check on, then we can get back and finish this.”

The two sets of eyes zero in on the final subject…



Rogue rounds the corner…the streets lively with dancing and drunk people. Knowing that she can’t touch anyone is kind of a security blanket…don’t have to worry about any touchy-feely jerks trying to grab something they don’t need to. She makes her way down the street and runs into a tall man. “’Scuse me…Ah didn’t mean it…”

“No worries, pretty lady…why don’ ya’ come hav’ a drink wit’ me?” he slurs as he moves closer to her. Feeling uncomfortable, she moves back, holding her hands up. His liquor-laden breath gagging her, she watches blood-shot eyes narrow…broken teeth showing in a ridiculous grin. She tries to talk to him…trying to convince him of something else.

“Look mister, I don’t want no trouble…”

He smiles nastily, “Won’ be no trouble…if’n you jus’ behav’…”

At that, Rogue breaks in the opposite direction, heading down the street with the tall man following. She runs into a dead-end alley…turning to face her attacker. The man moves in on her slowly, leering, “’Dis ain’t gonna hurt one bit…”

Rogue waits until he’s within range and charges head-on into his stomach. He doubles over, but doesn’t fall. “Why don’t guys understan’ when a girl says no…” and she uppercuts him with a hard fist. He stumbles back some more, but again doesn’t fall. He looks up with another evil sneer, “Oooo, I gots me a feisty one here!” and he lumbers forward to grab her. Wrapping heavy arms around her, he picks her up and tries to kiss her. Rogue squirms to get out of the embrace, her body wriggling frantically.

“Hol’ still…I ain’t done yet!” he grunts out. Rogue takes this opportunity to head butt him, making him drop her to the ground and with a flying kick, she hits him dead in the center of his chest. The big man falls back with a thud and she jumps around his neck…pummeling his face with numerous punches. Now, she finishes what she had started to say, “…she means “NO!”” With the last hit, the man falls out…blood running from cuts given to him by her fists. She stands, dusts herself off then races off to the saloon that holds their target.

The man waits until she leaves to stand up…his body shifting into a slim blue figure with auburn hair.

Mystique smiles as she makes her way out the alley and into the darkness.



“Okay, that’s all o’ dem. Which one?”

“I have my choice…we have to get back to discuss this with Colonel Stryker,” says Wraith. The cocksure mutant stands to over look the makeshift battlegrounds…making sure that no one can see what really happened there. Hating mutants as much as he does, even being one himself…he smiles at the plans that are coming together for this experiment. His companion bristles…the overgrown beast known as Sabertooth looks down at the French quarter…purposely searching out his long time rival, Wolverine.

“Why can’t we just go take’em now?” he snarls, wanting some action. He has never been one to stay on the sidelines…it’s killing him that the runt is down there and he can’t touch him.

“Take it easy, boy…you’ll have you’re shot. Right now, we need to report back and let Stryker know of our findings.” Grumbling,Creed follows behind his old teammate…heading to their outpost to report in. As they are moving, Sabretooth stops…sensing something in the air. “Look, you head back…I’m gonna keep an eye out here. I have a feelin’ somethin’ else is gonna happen.”

Wraith shakes his head and flags him, walking on to his destination. Victor Creed, aka Sabretooth turns back and takes out his binoculars again. His absolute driving need to follow Logan around is eating away at him…watching Logan’s every move to find a chance to pounce. He spots his target about to enter onto the street with the other X-Men. He smiles as he looks on…plotting on how to get him, a hungry bloodlust filling his veins.



Wolverine, Storm, Jean and Cyclops all meet in the middle of the street across from Le Black and Bleu…the saloon that Remy is supposed to be in, according to Jean. When they meet, they are out of breath and slightly battle damaged. Jean sees the blood-soaked tear in Storm’s left side.

“Storm, you’re hurt…”

She shakes her head, “I’m fine…but what is going on here? We were ambushed by Callisto and Toad.” Logan nods, “Yeah…when Chuck said that there might be more going on here…he wasn’t lyin’.”

Jean nods, “We had a little altercation with Quill and Psylocke. This whole thing feels like we were set up. I have a feeling that this Remy kid doesn’t have any reason for us to be here.”

“Then, what the fuck is goin’ on?!” growls Logan.

“I don’t know…but let’s get this Remy and get out of here,” supplies Cyclops. They all turn to enter the establishment when a couple walks out. The young girl is smiling as she listens to the chatter from the tall, handsome young man beside her. She looks up at the group of people in front of her and nods, “I see you’all are hea’…this hea’ is Remy LeBeau. Remy…meet the X-Men.” A pair of black eyes with red irises stare back at them, followed by an engaging smile. “Well, hello dere…Remy LeBeau atcha’ service.” The thick Louisiana brogue comes through with a twinge of French. He doesn’t seem at all in distress. The team is completely flabbergasted now…

“We need to get back to Xavier and fast. Want a lift, Remy?” asks Cyclops. The young man looks down at Rogue and she blushes. Wolverine stifles a growl as he looks at them standing there. Something about the Cajun just doesn’t ring right to him, but they were sent here to get him, so he’ll let Xavier figure it out.

“Keep yer hands to ya’self, Cajun,” he hisses dangerously low. Rogue shoots a surprised gaze at him, bristling at the way he’s staring at Remy. “It’s alright, Wolverine…Ah’m fine. Let’s get aboard the Blackbird, shall we?” And she takes Remy by the arm…leading him down the street into the hidden area where the jet is. Cyclops and Jean looks at each other, smiling…following right behind them.

Wolverine stands there…something else is wrong but he can’t put his finger on it. Storm comes over to him, “Logan, what is it?”

“Someone else is here…someone I know, but I can’t place where.”

She looks around carefully, “Should we tell the others?”

He looks at her, “No, the scent isn’t close and it ain’t movin’. We’re bein’ watched…but the question is why?”

Storm winces as she moves, catching his attention, “Ya’ really are hurt, aren’cha darlin’?” She grins at him, “Really, I’m fine…don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about ya’…ya’ know that.”

They look into each other eyes and smile softly. Wolverine gently caresses her cheek before grabbing her hand, “C’mon, before One-Eye sends out the troops.”

Storm giggles, “You need to stop calling him that…”

“Dick, then?”

She laughs louder as they make their way back to the Blackbird. Logan finally looks at the wound, it’s bleeding and rather jagged. He frowns, announcing, “Jean needs to see that when we get on board…”

“You’re worse than a mother hen, you know that?” she states, walking beside him.

He grimaces, “Don’t tell nobody…ruin my rep…” They enter the clearing where they left the cloaked jet, seeing that the others are just going aboard. The couple climbs in and settles in their seats for take-off…



Creed smiles evilly, wondering what could he have ever done right to be given this opportunity. He watches as blasts of jet exhaust fill the air and a black jet takes off at supersonic speed towards the north. He had followed his rival and that exotic witch until they got aboard that damned jet of theirs. He paid careful attention to the care Logan was showing her, the feelings he had in his eyes and saw his chance to get his revenge on him…

'Women are always gonna be your undoing, runt…I told you…ain’t nothin’ you have, I can’t get…'

Feelings of lust shoot through him…his disgusting thoughts forming a plan to finally stick it to the runt…as well as a piece of X-Men pussy as well. What a better choice for this damn experiment…'but I have to have my taste first…try it out to make sure that it’s good enough…'

His pants begin to get tight…just thinkin’ about fuckin’ that whore has him raging already. It’d kill Logan to know he had her…and that alone is enough for him to run back to the outpost to talk to Wraith.

He gets back to the makeshift barracks just as Wraith is talking to Stryker. “From what you’re telling me, that mutant Rogue is your choice for the experiment?”

“Yes, she can absorb energy from whomever is touching her…she’s already amassed a myriad of powers. Imagine that in a superweapon…”

The old man on the screen scratches his chin, “That sounds like a good assessment, Wraith. Come back to base so that we can make plans for capture…”

Creed steps into view…almost knocking Wraith to the ground. Frowning, he brushes himself off and steps aside, “You could say excuse me, asshole!”

Growling fiercely, he looks at Stryker and gives him his idea, “Colonel…I think I gotta betta’ subject…that weather witch.”

“Ororo Munroe? What would make you say that?” Stryker asks.

“Well, sir…she has the complete control of the weather, I’ve been in fights against ‘er. Her power is a sight to see…when it’s totally unleashed, she’s unstoppable. But, she can be controlled and she’s much heartier than the others. She took a deep cut and kept moving. She can handle more pain than the others can.” With every word he says, Stryker looks more and more convinced that Wraith didn’t know what he was expecting from the observations. This was a very intricately laid out plan…starting with the leak to Xavier about the French kid Remy. It brought those Stryker wanted to observe into an area so he can test them in battle without them knowing that they were being tested. The second phase is crucial…apprehend and capture the chosen subject.

“Well, Wraith…is Creed’s assessment correct?” asks the old soldier. Wraith reluctantly nods his head, “Yeah, he’s right…but I still think that the Rogue girl…”

“Never mind. Get back here…we will make arrangements to capture Ororo Munroe in the morning.”

Creed smiles…'damned if I didn’t get the old bastard to listen. Now, to get my hands on Logan’s woman…'