A/N: Don't Own. Italics are thoughts, anything enclosed in asterisks is telepathy.

Cold Snap

The first thing Logan noticed as he pulled in, was an all white limo. And it was pristine. Putting aside the guess of who it belonged to for now, Logan parked his motorcycle and went inside.

Before he could pull out a beer from the staff fridge, the professor contacted him.

*Logan, can you please come to my office.*

"Fuck, Chuck." he swore, "Huh. Fuck, Chuck. It rhymes, maybe I should say it more often. Fuck, Chuck."

The door to the office swung open revealing Ororo Munroe.

"Logan, I am sorry I cannot stay to chat. Have a nice meeting."

With that the weather goddess walked briskly down the hall. Whatever Chuck had said, upset the lady. Which Logan found hard to do.

"Ah, Logan there you are, come in and meet Miss Emma Frost."

Logan stared for a moment. So much white! Frost was attractive, he'd give her that, but he was more stuck on the amount of white she was wearing, than her attractiveness. There could be more time for that later.

"Logan," the gruff man said sticking out a hand.

The woman's face flickered for a moment from neutral to something before settling on mildly pleased. Almost like she had to decide on what to feel.

"Emma Frost. You may refer to me as Emma," she placed her gloved hand daintily in his. Her hand was dwarfed by the Canadian's. He gripped lightly, shook once and let go.

"Sure, Frosty."

"Charles -" she turned to the professor, her tone betraying her irritation at being called 'Frosty.'

The professor for his part just chuckled.

"Logan has nicknames for just about everyone. His newest for me, I believe is 'Fuck Chuck.'"

"S'more like 'Fuck, Chuck'. An' I thought ya couldn't get in my noggin," Logan questioned, eyes narrowed.

"The first time you said it, it came back over the link."

Logan nodded.

"Miss Frost here has brought us an interesting proposal. She would like to start a satellite school. Her 'Academy of Tomorrow' will be based in Massachusetts. I would like for you to be staff there to train her recruits," Professor X explained.

"An' what about the teams here?" the Wolverine asked.

"I believe between Scott, Hank, and myself we should be able to manage. This team needs to grow into their own roles, Logan, and teach the incoming generations, just as Miss Frost needs you to help train the her new recruits."

Logan grunted.

"Everything same as here?"

"You will not be removed from my payroll. In essence you would still be my employee but work for Miss Frost."

Logan nodded.

"Thank you, Logan. We need you at the Academy within two weeks," the Professor told him.

"I hope that we will be able to work well together, Mr. Logan," the White Queen finally added her two cents.

"Frosty," Logan nodded as a way of saying good bye, before he left the room.

Emma just watched the door for a moment.

"Not a very talkative man is he?" she asked Charles.

"No, and his mental shields make it even worse. While I have difficulty penetrating them, 'speaking' is easy enough as his presence is huge when he wants it to be."

"He is the best?"

"The absolute best when thinking clearly, and even when not he is a force to be reckoned with."

"Then Mr. Logan is just who I need. I don't want my Hellions to suffer that fate again."

"Neither do I, Miss Frost."

X x X x X

Logan was packing his things when X-23, Laura he reminded himself, entered the room.

"You are leaving."

"I am. Chuck has a new job for me in Mass."

"Am I coming with you?"

Logan looked up at his daughter/clone. She was mostly blank faced as she was when not fighting. But her lip was tight on one side. Laura was fighting the urge to bite it in nervousness.

"Ya can if ya want. I'll show up from time to time here, anyways. An' I'll still send ya allowance, if you stay."

"I just found you," Laura said quietly, looking down, unsure of her emotions.

"C'mere," Logan opened his arms awkwardly and gestured for her to come and be hugged. Tentatively the girl entered his embrace.

"I ain't disappearing off the map. I'm only a few hours away. Ya can call if ya want to, or visit."

Slowly Laura brought up her own arms and hugged the man back.

"I'll..." the girl swallowed, "miss you?"

"I'll be here, ya ever need me. In a heartbeat."

Laura tore herself from his grasp and ran out. The emotions getting to be too much. Logan sighed. And for years he thought he had emotional problems. Luckily, he knew she would likely run to Jubilee or Rouge, the latter having taken a big sister role recently. Someone who could handle a distraught teenage girl better than him.

A few more minutes of packing later Logan spoke.

"Sumthin' up, 'Ro?"

Ororo Munroe was leaning on the door frame watching Logan pack.

"How can you choose to work with that woman? And leave here and all of us?" the normally cool woman demanded.

"'Ro, more than just these kids need training. An' Chuck said somethin' about lettin' the kids grow."

Ororo stood from the doorway and gestured down the hall.

"And what about Laura?"

"I'm not that far away 'Ro. I can visit on weekends or she can. She can even come with me."

Her eyes began to bleed all white, and the clouds outside began to gather.

"You're running away from us. From me. I thought we were going to give us a shot. I knew you were many things, Logan, but I never figured you for a coward!"

-Snikt-

Logan rolled his head on his shoulders and flexed his jaw. He took a deep breath and re-sheathed his claws.

"I ain't a coward and you know it, 'Ro. I'm not running from you. Chuck makes the calls anyways."

"Since when do you care what Charles has to say? I thought the mighty Wolverine bowed to no man!" she said mockingly.

He looked at her, eyes narrowed.

"The Wolverine don't bow to anyone. But Logan, a brand new father? He has to make things work. That means listening to the boss. And what's to say we can't still give us a shot. Just cause I won't be here doesn't mean my feelings for you have changed."

"I don't believe you, Logan. You get a chance to go away and you practically jump. You're running. And right into the arms of that... that harlot!"

Logan snorted.

"I just met the woman, how could I be running into her arms? You know, 'Ro, it sounds like you're the one who's looking for an excuse to end us."

Ororo gaped at him.

"The audacity!" thunder boomed outside, "How could you say such a thing?"

"How could you? When I give myself to woman for keeps, its for keeps until she stomps on it or dies. Mostly they die," he said bitterly, "And you still gotta pulse, so I'm gonna say you're stompin' on it. Leave," he made a dismissing motion with his hand.

"Its over between us, Logan. I knew I should have never trusted you like this. Enjoy your white whore."

Ororo Munroe gracefully stomped her way out, thunder still booming outside. Logan just ran a hand through his hair.

"Women."

He paused for a moment as the implications behind Ororo's last statement sunk in.

"Racist Women?" he said in disbelief, "Really, me? A racist? I'm Irish, I think. And I like mocha."

Though now I ain't got mocha, I might as well enjoy vanilla, if I get a chance.

X x X x X

A/N: Rabid Angry Horny Plot Bunny. Do not know if I shall continue this. Emma Frost makes my bunnies horny if you catch my drift. And in X-Men Evo land they're angry. Wolverine makes them rabid.

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