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Logan is hurt and Ororo gives him a piece of her mind for being so careless.
Chapter 29 “ Too Much To Live For

Relationship Status “ established

The heels of her boots tapped loudly on the tiled floors as she rushed towards the medical lab. Pushing through the glass doors, she ran up to Hank, who was seated, busy tapping away at the keys on his computer. “Henry! How is he? How is Logan?”

Ororo was distraught, but one would never know by simply looking at her. She had immediately made a mad dash for the medical lab after Scott and Remy had given her an accounting of what happened to Logan during the mission the Professor had sent them on. The mission should have been a simple retrieval one, but as with any situation, their enemies were prepared for any eventuality. As per both men, Logan had risk his life without a thought to save theirs from whatever poison was fired from the enemies’ weapons, taking the brunt of enemy fire, effectively saving their lives. To them it was heroic, but to her it was irresponsible.

Logan’s habit of recklessly risking his life simply because he had a healing factor and was virtually impossible to kill had always been a bone of contention between them. His lone wolf tendencies as she termed them had always set her on edge. She had never understood why it bothered her to that degree, until she admitted her feelings for him. She had always thought that he was only bucking authority, which was most certainly true, but as they gradually became closer, she realized it was something much deeper.

They lived in a world where anything was possible and her ultimate fear was that his healing factor would fail him one day. That fear always ate at her every time they were on a mission or when his itchy feet took him away from them. Now, after this latest incident, she wasn’t going to stand for it anymore. She was going to lay the law down for him and things were going to change, whether he liked it or not.

Hank eyed her up and down, taking in the tension lacing her entire body. “Please, Ororo, calm yourself. It appears that whatever was in those bullets that struck him has slowed his regenerative ability considerably. He is healing, but at a slower rate than normal.”

Putting down an urge to scream, she said with a calm she wasn’t feeling, “What does that mean exactly, Henry? Will he be alright?”

“Yes, he will be back to his charming self in a few days. He is going to be in a coma until then,” he answered her quickly. “My dear, we all know that it would take something extraordinary to put the Wolverine down permanently.”

Too late, Hank realized his poor choice of words when he saw her eyes widened with what he can only term as fear. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he smiled. It was quite spectacular seeing their lovely weather Goddess in love. “I am sorry, Ororo. Logan is going to be fine,” he reiterated.

“May I see him?”

“Of course, my dear. Please go on in.”

Ororo turned away from Hank and walked briskly to another set of heavy glass doors. Steeling herself, she pushed the doors opened and stepped into the room to see her love lying still on the bed. He looked so vulnerable, so young and innocent lying there. Dread crept up her spine and her shoulders slump in worry. She was not use to seeing him like this, so defenseless and unable to help himself.

She crept closer until she was standing next to the bed. She leaned down and brushed her lips across his. She traced the contours of his face with her fingers and whispered, “Oh, Logan. This has to stop.”

Three days later, Logan awaken from his coma with a sound that could only be described as a cross between a groan and a growl. Ororo, who was keeping a vigil at his beside, immediately drop the book she was reading and scrambled to his side at the sound. Logan sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and clutching his head. It took him a few seconds to gather his bearings. A few whiffs, let him know where he was and that he wasn’t alone.

Ororo hurled herself into him, causing him to fall back clutching her to him on the bed. He grunted. “Hey darlin’.”

“Goddess…Logan…my love. Are you alright?” She squeezed him tightly.

“Easy, easy there, ‘Ro,” he grumbled. “I’m ok.”

“Thank the Goddess,” she breathed into his neck. “I thought…”

She released him and immediately reached out to touch him, skimming her hands over every inch of him as though to convince herself that he was well. When she was satisfied that he was fine, she lifted angry eyes to his.

Logan was taken aback at the blatant anger in her baby blues and the obvious tension in her body. The woman just went from zero to one hundred before his very eyes. “Darlin’?” He questioned. “Ya, ok?”

“What the hell were you thinking, Logan?” Ororo exploded. “You cannot keep doing this.”

He shook his head in confusion, at a lost as to what she was talking about. “What’s goin’ on, ‘Ro? What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Do not lie there and pretend not to know what I am talking about,” she retorted heatedly. “You cannot keep toying with your life the way you do, Logan.”

Realization dawned on him and he sat up once again, pulling her into the space between his legs. He ran his hands up and down hers, as if to stave off a nonexistent chill. They stared at each other for a long moment. “Baby…I did what I had ta. We ain’t had anytime ta think of another course of action. If I didn’t do what I did, we more than likely would have been buryin’ Cyke and the Cajun.”

“No. No. No! That does not wash anymore, Logan,” she huffed. “You always say that. Do you not think about your life? Do you not think about how I feel when you do these things?”

Logan was at a loss for words. The tears streaming down her face clenched his heart. “Babe. I didn’t know it bothered ya this much.”

“How could you not know? We have always argued about it over the years.” Ororo gasped for breath before she continued. “I do not like it. I did not like it then and I do not like it now. Every time you are away, I fear for you, Logan. I fear that one day, your healing abilities will fail and you would not come back to us, to me.”

He sobered immediately. He eyed her closely as she laid her ultimate fear at his feet. They had never talked at length about it without arguing. So, now that he knew what the root of her position was, he was able to appreciate where she was coming from. “Christ, darlin’. I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered ya this much. I guess I’ve always taken my healing factor for granted.”

“Why do you do it?” She asked simply.

Logan expelled a huge breath. “I guess because I’ve never really given a damn ‘bout my life. Ya know what my life was before I came here. My life was no good and I didn’t think it was worth livin’. At times, I’ve cursed my healin’ factor because I just wanted ta die.” He laughed mirthlessly. “I didn’t have anyone ta care ‘bout me and my life, so I didn’t care either.”

She ran her fingers through his thick raven locks, saddened at his low opinion of himself. “Your life has meaning, my love. It always has. What you were in the past is not what you are now. You are a loving, wonderful man, whom I love dearly.”

He pushed her away from him so he could stand up and then settled his arms around her waist. “I’ll do better, ‘Ro. Fer ya, I will. I don’t want ya to worry ‘bout me.”

Pushing away from him, she peered into his eyes. “I will always worry about you. I love you.”

“I don’t want ya livin’ in fear because of my carelessness anymore,” he voiced earnestly. “I got too much ta live for now and I want ta live a long time ta enjoy it.”

Her brilliant smile in reply was enough to ease the clenching of his heart. He knew he had to get it together and put a halt to his recklessness. Her happiness meant too much to him and he vowed then and there to stop tormenting her. He had a responsibility to her as her mate and it was time enough for him to begin behaving appropriately.

Tipping her chin up, he leaned down and meshed his lips with hers. It was a searing, hungry kiss, in which she felt an aching, throbbing need that matched his own. It was a kiss that pledged anew their commitment to each other for better or for worse. When the kiss ended, he speared her with eyes that revealed remorse and his promise to take better care of himself.





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