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Author's Chapter Notes:
Logan objects to Ororo going on a dangerous mission. She doesn’t take kindly to him wanting her to remain at home.
Chapter 14 - Couple’s Row

Relationship Status - married


Logan knew she was going to hand him his ass on a silver platter. One didn't simply get the second in command of the team scrapped from a mission and expect to walk away unscathed. Husband or not, he knew there was going to be hell to pay. His only hope lay in making her see his reason, his selfish reason for begging Charles to pull her from the upcoming mission. He had an hour before takeoff to justify his actions to her. They were heading to the nation’s capital to stop a few members of Magneto’s Brotherhood from destroying some of the nation’s political landmarks. Logan was certain that Sabertooth would be part of the fracas. And there laid the reason he could not entertain the thought of his precious wife engaging in this battle. The malevolent feral’s threat from their last altercation still rung in the Wolverine’s ears. Sabertooth had maliciously threatened to slowly torture and kill Ororo, a threat he did not reveal to anyone, except Charles when he beseeched him to ground Ororo.

Logan had learned earlier on not to underestimate the sadistic piece of shit that was his half brother. Even knowing of their familial link didn’t make a difference with the Wolverine. His only job was to ensure the safety of his mate, by any means necessary and he was not about to let Sabertooth get anywhere near his wife. He knew she was adept in taking care of herself on and off the battlefield. Hell, he ensured that she was skilled in different forms of martial arts and weapons training and he was proud of her proficiency. But he feared failing her. He feared being distracted long enough and wouldn’t be able protect her, consequently, handing her over to Sabertooth. He would gut himself into million pieces before that happened.

Ororo was too damn vital to his existence and he was not about to lose her. Being the solitary alpha he was, he never imagined that both he and his feral half needed her in ways he never thought were possible before. She was their refuge and without her, they would cease to exist. During the long life he’s lived, he couldn’t remember loving or needing someone as much as he did his weather Goddess. The intensity of love he held for his mate surpassed and defied all logic and he was not against using any method to ensure they lived a long life
together encased in that love.

Logan braced himself for her wrath at the entrance to the greenhouse where she retreated too after she received the news that she was not to be part of the upcoming mission. He slowly entered the glass structure, sniffed and got a whiff of saline mixed with ozone, which indicated she was crying. He hated seeing his mate unhappy and hated himself even more knowing he was the cause of her distress.

“’Ro?” He called out in the stillness of the greenhouse. There was no answer, but he knew she was there as her distinctive scent assuaged his nostrils. He cautiously advanced further into her sanctuary, following his nose. He found her in the section she dedicated to growing different hybrids of her favorite flower, the orchid. She was curled up on the wicker settee, with a throw pillow clasp to her chest.

He called out to her again. “’Ro?”

An unmistakable loud boom of thunder and the darkening of the sky was his response. “Darlin’, I know yer mad at me, but…”

She turned on him, her eyes glazed over with the anger she felt. “Mad? Mad? That does not accurately describe how I feel right now, Logan.”

He knew this wasn’t going to be easy and he’ll have to keep a level head to make her see reason. “Let me explain why I did what I did, darlin’.”

She threw the pillow she was holding to the floor, as she got up from her position on the settee and slowly approached him. “What is there to explain, Logan? My own husband does not trust me.”

He scowled. “This has nuttin’ ta do wid trust, ‘Ro.”

“It has everything to do with trust and you trying to keep me at home like the dutiful little wife.” She railed at him.

“That’s not true and ya know it. I know ya could take care of yerself, but…”

“But what, Wolverine?”

Oh shit…code name. She was beyond royally pissed. Her arms folded across her chest and the tapping of her foot were not good signs either. He had his work cut out for him. His eyes held hers before he spoke again. “Please, babe. Let me explain why ya should sit this one out.”

“How dare you? Sit this one out? Let me tell you something, mountain man. I have been part of this team longer than you and fought many battles and have survived them all, even when the odds were against us. You are not going to dictate my life, Logan. You are my husband, not my father. I took care of myself without you and I shall continue to do so.” She punctuated her rant with another clap of thunder.

A low growl stirred in his throat, hearing the last part of her tirade. She had it twisted, it was his job as the leader of their pack to take care of her. Logan did not take kindly to hearing her say that and the level head he tried to maintain was quickly disappearing. Unsolicited thoughts and images of her being in the clutches of the sadistic bastard reared their head and assaulted him.

He lost his cool. “My number one priority is ya. And I would do whateva it takes ta keep ya safe from the likes of Sabertooth.”

“What does he have to do with this?”

“Dammit ‘Ro. Can’t ya see I’m trying ta protect ya from that sick bastard.”

“That still do not explain why you had me yanked from this mission, Logan.”

“I can’t lose ya!” He roared. Turning away from her, he banged his fist into the nearest table, breaking the wood and upsetting several flower pots and tools that were on it. He struggled to reign in his temper as his beast grew more restless.

Ororo stood rooted on the spot, taking in her husband’s agitated state. His balled fists and metal claws peeking out, the narrowed eyes and his labored breathing. She knew he was struggling to maintain a modicum of calm and if she didn’t do something, the Wolverine will sure make an appearance and there was no telling what he would do once feral. Oh, she knew he will never hurt her, but she couldn’t say the same for her greenhouse.

He kept his head averted, running his hands down his face. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “That sick fuck made threats against ya ‘Ro and we both know he will follow through.”

Ororo moved closer to him, extending her hand to touch his shoulder. “What did he threaten?”

He turned around to face her. His torment and fear were laid bare for her to see in his eyes. It was more than enough to shock her to her very core. Her husband, the Wolverine, the most formidable, courageous warrior she has ever known was fearful. The anger seeped from her as she bore witness to his anguish. This part of him was completely new to her. She has never witnessed this before, not even when he was haunted by his nightmares of the past. She felt his agony as if it was her own. Taking a deep breath, she repeated her question. “What did he threaten?”

A ragged breath escaped him. “It’s ta vile ta repeat, but the bottom line is he said he’ll kill ya, but not before torturing ya.”

Ororo shuddered reflexively. She knew the evil Sabertooth was more than capable of. But she also knew she was not a helpless woman. She was more than competent in taking care of herself. “You ought to know that I can handle myself, my love.”

The corners of his mouth lifted in a ghost of a smile. “I know that, darlin’. Hell, I’m very proud that ya can kick ass.”

“But you are afraid that he will get to me and do as he threatened.” It was more of a statement than a question.
“Yeah.” His eyes implored her to understand. “I don’t want ta fail ya, ‘Ro. I took a vow to protect ya and I will.”

“You won’t fail me, Logan.”

“’Ro, if I lose ya, I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t live without ya. I love ya too much.”

She flung her arms around him and held him tight. “You are not going to lose me, Logan.”

“I’ll make sure of that, darlin’. I’m gonna take care of that sick bastard once and fer all.”

Ororo pulled him her to her even tighter, the fierceness in his voice comforting her. “But you cannot lose sight of the overall mission, my dear.”

He moved his nose over her fragrant hair and nuzzled it. “He’s not goin’ ta get a chance to destroy what I’ve waited my entire life fer. Believe me when I tell ya that I trust ya more than I trust maself. I just have ta protect ya.”

“I understand your natural instinct is to keep me safe. But I warn you, my dear husband, do not go about doing it the way you did. I will sit this mission out, but it will be the last one I am forced to sit out.”

Wolverine leaned back from their embrace to look into her eyes. “Ok, darlin’. I hear ya loud and clear.”

“Good. And we will continue this conversation when you get back.”

His arms moved to fold behind her back at her waist and she crossed hers behind his neck and laid her head on his chest. His lips moved in her hair. “Roger that, boss lady.”

“Now go and kick some ass and come back to me.”
He caressed her, sliding his hands over her ample backside. “Sure bet, babe.” His whispering lips found hers. It was a kiss that drained her, yet made her feel alive.

He reluctantly disentangled himself from their embrace and left the greenhouse without a backward glance, knowing that if he looked at her, it was to hell with the mission. Once he was outside, he breathed a sigh of relief. While they had arrived at the temporary truce, he knew that it was not the end of their discussion, not by a long shot. However, he savored this small victory, as he mentally prepared himself for the bigger battle that loomed.





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