It's Only Pretend (Open....need Logan/Wolverine)
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				Title: <strong>It's Only Pretend (Open....need Logan/Wolverine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 05:53:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/archive/3/3e/20130714002408%21Autumn_Rose.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">On My Own - Les Miserables</span></strong></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">And now I'm all alone again nowhere to turn, no one to go to<br>Without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to<br>And now the night is near<br>Now I can make believe he's here<br><br>Sometimes I walk alone at night<br>When everybody else is sleeping<br>I think of him and then I'm happy<br>With the company I'm keeping<br>The city goes to bed,<br>And I can live inside my head<br><br>On my own<br>Pretending he's beside me<br>All alone,<br>I walk with him 'til morning<br>Without him,<br>I feel his arms around me<br>And when I lose my way I close my eyes<br>And he has found me<br><br>In the rain, the pavement shines like silver<br>All the lights are misty in the river<br>In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight<br>And all I see is him and me forever and forever<br><br>And I know it's only in my mind<br>That I'm talking to myself and not to him<br>And although I know that he is blind<br>Still I say, there's a way for us<br><br>I love him<br>But when the night is over<br>He is gone,<br>The river's just a river<br>Without him,<br>The world around me changes!<br>The trees are bare and everywhere<br>The streets are full of strangers...<br><br>I love him<br>But every day I'm learning<br>All my life,<br>I've only been pretending<br>Without me,<br>His world would go on turning<br>A world that's full of happiness<br>That I have never known<br><br>I love him...<br><br>I love him...<br><br>I love him...<br><br>But only on my own...<br></span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></div><br>I had only been at the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters for a month and my experience to say the least has been nothing but happy...yet, some how strange all at the same time. Even though I had quickly fit in as a teacher at the Institute I found it hard to be a member of the "family" like everyone else.<br><br>Yes, they have all been nothing but kind to me since I have arrived here but when I walk into a room I notice how everyone stops talking. I feel like I am some how let out of the loop. Like there are secrets that I am not suppose to know about.<br><br>I completely understand that I am still a new face to the school and that everyone, including the teachers have to learn to trust me but....for some reason I feel like a fish out of water.<br><br>It sounds odd, I know. After all I am 30 years old and had been a Crime Scene Investigator up until a few months ago but in a way a feel like a small child who is just starting school for the first time. I am trying hard to learn how to "fit" in and find out where I belong amongst this close knit "mutant" family....but so far I am not doing a very good job at it. Therefore, I pretty much stay to myself.<br><br>Sitting at my desk, trying to get my papers in order for tomorrow's test, I look out the window and notice the cool breeze blowing the colored leaves around the window pane, begging for me to come outside to join in on the fun.<br><br>Autumn is my favorite time of the year. Then again I guess when it came to my name my parents had properly named me....Autumn. Not only is it a wonderful name but it is the best time of the year as well...not that I am biased or anything.<br><br>I just love the smell of the crisp air and the feel of the leaves crunching under my feet. Plus, the colors are just so beautiful that they make me want me to run through the nearby forest and pretend I am little girl once again....wild, free, and innocent, while my chocolate lab, Shiro and my Persian cat Takara following close behind me.<br><br>Those were such wonderful days back then. When things were simpler and happier. When things weren't so complicated......<br><br>Pulled, out of my thoughts by the sound of a revving engine, I put my paper work to the side and leave my desk to wander out into the hallway to see what all the noise is about.<br><br>Noticing, my fellow teacher Rogue, finding herself at the front door first...followed by a smiling weather witch, a happy red head, and a rather irritated Cyclops, I stopped in my tracks and stood back against the wall, watching a strange scene unfold as if it was yet another secret I was left out of.<br><br>As the engine of the bike died down outside and Rogue opened the door to the front of the mansion, a short...rather strange...older looking man stepped inside, wearing nothing but cowboy boots, a pair of dark blue jeans and a white wife beater shirt that was covered by a brown leather coat with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.<br><br>Again, staying quiet, looking on as if I were watching a play, I watched the man and an overly excited Rogue exchange words and hugs before stepping aside so the man and Storm could do the same. It wasn't until Remy pulled Rogue out of the room and Storm left to go back to whatever it was she was doing did Jean step closer, giving the burly man a soft smile while he looked at her as if he were about to devour her on the spot.<br><br>Jumping, at the sound of Cyclops clearing his throat, I did my best to keep my body against the wall as I watched Scott approach the man with a cold glare on his face that was met with one just as angry and mean as his.<br><br>Quickly, able to tell what was going on by what I was seeing, I let a small grunt leave my lips as the man spoke to Scott before receiving a none to happy response.<br><br>"Aren't you going to welcome me home Scott?", said the strange man."<br><br>"You could have stayed gone for all I cared.", was Scott's response.<br><br>"Still, afraid of me stealing Jeanne away from you, huh Scooter?", came from the man's mouth as if it were almost a feral growl.<br><br>Scott who was in no way intimidated, squared his shoulders and stared the man right in the face before responding to the man's question.<br><br>"It just kills you to know that she still loves me huh, Wolverine?"<br><br>Hearing another growl, only this time much louder, my body shivered as I saw Jean grab hold of Scott's arm and pull him away before the heated discussion turned into a fist fight.<br><br>"It's good to have you back Logan!", smiled Jean as she led Scott back to his room.<br><br>"Good, to be back Jeanne. I will catch ya' later when no one is around to disturb us!"<br><br>With the conversation finally being over I stood there a few seconds longer, glancing the man up and down like he was a piece of meat. He was quite handsome....rugged and wild but strong and sexy as hell!<br><br>A man like him I wouldn't usually give a second glance to but "him"....this... "Logan"...I could see myself falling hard for. It was something that scared the hell out of me but at the same time I couldn't wait for it to happen. I knew he would turn my life upside down and I would be the one to get hurt in the end but it didn't keep me from hoping...even just a little bit that he would look at me like he looked at Jean. I wanted him to feel something for me...yet, I had no clue as to why.<br><br>Pulling, myself away from my foolish and childish thoughts, I let a small sigh escape my lips before leaving the hallway and making my way upstairs to get ready for dinner, no longer wanting to think of the sexy beast that was left standing in the main hall.<br><br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> <strong>I don't usually put a song like this in my posts. It's just that I have been kicking around an idea for awhile that has gotten the better of me. Plus, I wrote in first person because this is from her point of view. I can write in second and third if it pleases you.</strong>
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