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A Summer of Sunsets
Chapter #13, “Reunion, pt. 1”


“Hello.”

“Hey, it’s Me.”

“Hey, ‘Me’.”

“(chuckle) Busy tonight?”

“For you? Of course not. Same place?”

“Same time.”

Most of their phone conversations went along those lines, preceding their meetings at dusk, which began to have more frequency as the days passed. Most of the time He merely walked with her; their steps tracking the tide at the coast’s edge, as they talked quietly or not at all.

Logan learned quite a bit about her each time, from unimportant things like her hobbies and favorite foods, to more pertinent pieces of information about her past…what little there was she could recall before Charles came into her life. Logan never interrupted her while she spoke of her birth parents, what she’d been told of them from her adopted parent. He always watched her carefully, a look in his eyes she couldn’t readily explain, but just chalked up to his sympathy of her situation.

For Logan, he could not say what it was about this woman that drew him to her so; he had begun to look forward to their meetings at their respective property lines with more anticipation than he wished to let on. The unnamed chemistry between them was hard to deny and so he didn’t; he simply let it exist as it was, and decided to evaluate it later, if the need arose…

---

Of course, Ororo couldn’t hope to hide the lift in her step and the twinkle in her eyes for long, and it had barely been a week more before Beth & Marie had cornered her in her room, demanding answers.

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Xavier Estate
July 13th, 2004
2:05 a.m.

Most of the main house was quiet, and only occasional sounds from the home theater in the basement floated up, indicating that some preferred a late summer night. Mindful of this, Ororo didn’t want to chance being caught going upstairs on a breeze, which would have surely rattled pictures on the walls or expensive vases in the corridors. She had kicked herself upon coming up to the house shortly before, for not leaving her terrace doors unlocked; it would have made a quick, painless trip to push herself up there from the beach, but alas…’Hindsight…’

She hadn’t meant to stay out so long, but she and Logan had decided on an impromptu trip to Lolita’s for a nightcap, and what should’ve only taken half an hour lasted almost three.

Now, rounding the corner to the main stairwell, she hopped lightly, glad she had on tennis shoes. With a stealth she didn’t even know she possessed, she made it past all the flights of stairs up to the top floor before”

*Ororo?*

Her expression said it all, as she stopped cold in her tracks only a few feet away from her door. One leg was still bent for the next step as she lifted her eyes to the heavens in instinct, wincing a little. *Yes, Dad?*

Charles’ telepathic voice reflected his sleepy state, and despite her apprehension, almost made Ororo smile. *Before you accuse me of ‘waiting up’, all I wanted to say was “Good night.”*

She chuckled softly, rolling her eyes and shaking her head; he wasn’t going to get past her with that. *Uh huh. Good night Dad. I’ll see you for breakfast.*

As she started back to her door, he made one last parting remark, chuckling in her mind: *It’s a date…*

Groaning a little, she chose to ignore his double entendre. ‘Well, so much for keeping this to myself.’

Backing into her room quickly, she quietly closed & locked the door, then turned around and was immediately surprised to see Marie and Beth reclining against her pillows, comfortable as they flipped through the stations of the T.V.

“What in the world--?” Ororo planted her hands on her hips, her eyes wide as she glowered at them. “What are you two doing in here? And at this hour? Why aren’t you asleep?”

Beth kept her eyes on the screen as she used a mild telekinetic force to change the channels. For a second she let her gaze drift to her sister, a small smile touching her lips. “My my. Aren’t we the ones supposed to ask the questions, Marie?”

Flipping through a magazine, the Belle turned her eyes to Ororo, who was still standing just inside the door, unmoved. “Yeah, Betts; Ah do b’lieve that’s how it’s supposed t’ work.”

“Marie, you didn’t.” Ororo stalked up to the bed’s foot, clasping the wood with both hands as she glared at her sister.

“Didn’t what?” All innocence from her.

“Obviously you told Beth; which isn’t that bad, considering. But who else did you blab to? And please do not say Dad.” Ororo closed her eyes to that thought, as a bit of teenaged embarrassment touched her mind.

Sitting up suddenly, Beth looked at her. “Oh my God! You didn’t.”

Flustered, Ororo immediately realized she’d been thinking ‘too hard’, and Beth had picked up the stray thought. “No! No, we haven’t””

“Huh? What happened? What’d Ah miss?”

“Are you sure? You’re thinking pretty hard about it, Luv.” Beth teased, her beautiful lavender eyes sparkling pure mischief as she leaned on her knees.

Confused, Marie interjected, “Wait a minute! What? Ya haven’t done what? With who??”

Quiet for a minute, Ororo’s eyes passed back & forth between her sisters, and as Marie finally caught up to the conversation via a quick image flash from Betts, was met by two very interested sets of eyes. “Oh, alright!”

She sank down on the bed between them, crossing her arms to indicate that they’d have to pull the information out of her. “But I stand by my word. We Haven’t.”

“You just want to.” Beth grinned devilishly.

As Ororo blushed, contemplating a neutral response, Marie said slyly, “Hell, who wouldn’t? The guy’s a hot piece a’ Man-Ass.”

“Marie..!” Ororo covered her eyes, utterly embarrassed, even though she knew long ago to expect this sort of behavior from her sisters. Beth almost died of giggles beside them, especially seeing the look on Ro’s face.

“You know, aren’t we too old for this sort of high school behavior? God, we sound just like some of my students.” Ororo made herself comfortable with several pillows.

“Hey, who’re ya callin’ old?”

Ororo & Beth snickered at Marie’s response, as the youngest sister primped before them. Tossing a full pillow her way, Ororo relented. “Look, I’ll spill, but I’m leaving out all the embarrassing details, and you have to promise not to say a word.”

Beth raised her fingers like a Cub Scout, giggling, but Marie objected. “What? Without all the embarrassin’ stuff, what’s the point?”

“Marie!!” Both sisters admonished, simultaneously sending pillows her way.

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The Next Morning, Charles settled across from his daughter over a large breakfast. They were expecting some of the other guests and family members down any moment, and that knowledge prompted Xavier to take advantage of the short window of opportunity to get something off of his chest.

Shifting his torso, as Mrs. Duvahl and two other kitchen attendants were busy setting the table around them, Charles smiled at his daughter as she sipped freshly squeezed orange juice. “We’ve been missing you after dinner, dear.”

Her eyes moved to his over her glass’s rim, and she started to smile even though she was still drinking. Setting the juice down, Ororo answered, “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I’m supposed to be here visiting the family, aren’t I?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant to imply.” Charles didn’t look around with his eyes, testing inwardly to make sure they weren’t about to be overheard, “I am curious, as to what’s put that light in your eyes, though…”

He watched her carefully, as her head dipped a little, briefly, before she raised her eyes to him again, and then looked around a little guiltily. “Or rather, Who? But then you already knew that, right?”

Looking up at the ceiling with a grin, he murmured, “I have my eyes & ears, you know.”

Her response was delayed momentarily, as Jubilation, Kitty & Emmett filed in, going immediately to the other side of the kitchen, where Mrs. Duvahl found herself fending them off of her world famous strawberry cream cheese crepes. Choosing her words carefully, Ororo smiled at her father genuinely. “Well, I guess you shouldn’t be the last to know, then, hm? I met someone, Dad. He’s nice. I really like him.”

He put a smile on his face at her simple explanation, reaching over to lay his hand on hers, squeezing gently. “Sweetheart, that’s wonderful. I’d like to meet him.”

“Daa-ad.” She immediately thought he was being over-protective…well, he was, but not for the reasons she believed. “Oh, so you can probe his brain to see if all he wants”“

“Mornin’!” Marie called out, waving quickly to them before she went to start making her trademarked protein shake to go w/ breakfast.

Charles acknowledged his younger daughter with a smile and a mental hug before turning his incredulous eyes back to Ororo. “I would never”“

“Egh.” Ororo raised a chastising finger, giving him a look. “Davis. Cameron.”

His gaze widening, Charles almost laughed out loud, recalling the interested party (Charles refused to call him a ‘boyfriend’) Ororo had”short lived as the ‘relationship’ was”before she and Scott had finally gotten together later in high school. He felt at the time that he had been well within his rights as a father to subtly probe the teen; the beach-faring Aussie was the son of a notorious playboy businessman, and Charles had suspected that perhaps the 15 year old had other ideas toward his precious daughter aside from milkshakes & sock-hops.

“In my defense, I was correct.”

Snickering, Ororo shook her head at his reluctance to admit his culpability and at the mental image of Davis’ face after Charles’ pointed questions about the boy’s fantasies concerning his daughter (let alone what he’d done privately about them).

“That’s not really the point.” She admonished, but patted his hand anyway. “Trust me, dad; this one’s nothing like Davis…or Scott, or any other”“

“Someone say my name?” He rounded the corner, coming into the large kitchen and heading immediately for a chair close to Charles, almost directly across from Ororo. He smiled at her suddenly closed expression, his eyes dancing behind his tinted glasses as he reached to pour a glass of juice for himself.

Charles kept a smile from his face at the chill rolling off of Ororo, feeling a little sorry for Scott Summers. His eyes left them for a moment as he caught sight of the other guests, pulling up chairs to the long breakfast tables. Outwardly he was the epitome of calmness, but inside he was beginning to panic. He realized that he needed to get more information out of Ororo about just how serious “This One” was; he didn’t want to have to force his hand unless need be. He was in a precarious set of circumstances, at best; and he was more than a little upset with the object of his daughter’s affection for putting him in this situation…

---


Several Days Later, Logan and Ororo relaxed on the beach just beyond his back door, laying down languidly in the cool sand as evening approached. They had been laughing and talking for almost two hours, mostly about her upcoming trip to Westchester and how excited she was to return to the School, this time as its top administrator.

Propping himself up on his elbows just as she was, Logan watched her animated excitement, smiling a little to himself as his eyes dropped every so often to her mouth; in his mind her words seemed to escape in slow motion, her full lips accentuating each syllable and driving him wild.

“The new semester doesn’t begin until late September, but I’ve been itching to get back and take a look around, make some notes about some things I’d like to change…And you know, I’ve even been thinking about adding a greenhouse to the property. I’ll probably be living there most of the school year and I can’t imagine…Logan?”

He raised his eyes to her, still smiling like he was keeping a secret, and in her puzzled silence, leaned over and captured her lips in a lengthy kiss. After a few seconds, Ro felt a gentle but persistent push, and she leaned back, her pale head touching the dusty sand as he leaned over her, their lips still locked.

His thumb lightly circled her cheekbone as he took time to begin a painstaking memorization of her features. He catalogued every scent, every sound she made at his touch, each part of her face as his lips explored. When her hand snaked through his hair, massaging his scalp, Logan pulled away just a bit, and offered as explanation, “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you today.”

Her warm breath caressed his face in a chuckle, as she gazed into his eyes. A sudden thought hit her, and Ororo pressed the back of his head down until their foreheads met, closing her eyes briefly. “Come with me?”

A little surprised, Logan leaned over her, his head cocked to one side. “To Westchester?”

She nodded, feeling anticipation swell just at the thought. “Next week. I’d love for you to see the work done there. And besides, I was only going to be gone a day or so, but if you came along, we could stretch it out to a full weekend…”

She could see the unspoken excitement behind his eyes, but he shook his head. “I dunno, Darlin’. I’ll have a lot on my plate by then.”

“Work.” Her expression fell, reminding herself that he’d told her about his physical fitness requirements before returning to duty. “Well, it was just a thought.”

He tipped her chin, not liking the way he felt at letting her down. “Hey, I’ll see what I can do. How’s that?”

She smiled a little. “Alright.”

Sitting up, Logan came to his feet, offering his hand to lift her up as well. Afterwards, he looked up to the darkened sky, sighing. “It’s gettin’ late. Yer People won’t call the Calvary, will they?”

She snickered, slightly embarrassed at having told him of her family’s interest in where she was spending her evenings lately. “Not if they don’t want a lightning bolt up the ass.”

He couldn’t help a hearty laugh, liking her spunk, as he began dusting the sand off of his clothes. “That’s my girl.”

In the midst of doing the same, Ororo paused, glancing at him. She liked the possessive remark, but didn’t say so. Continuing to her hair, she found it a little more difficult to get the sand out, and cursed beneath her breath.

Above them, a sudden rumble of thunder crossed the skies, and both Logan & Ro looked up, then at each other. Before he could even ask, a pelting rain bombarded them. Ororo squealed like a little girl in delight, but still tried vainly to cover her head.

“Hey, is that you?” He called over the noise.

“No! Ah!” She laughed, watching his wild hair drop, soaking his neck. Before Ororo could enjoy the cool interruption, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward the back patio.

“Come on!” He turned to the house, and they sprinted for shelter under the sound of rain pattering against the sand and the melody of Ororo’s laugh.

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After Only About Fifteen Minutes, Ororo emerged from the downstairs bathroom, her hair damp to its roots and curling slightly as she toweled it dry, and then wound the large terrycloth fabric about her skull to speed the process. She’d chosen to go ahead and stand beneath the water for easier access, and Logan had been kind enough to lend her some of his as he laundered her slightly damp, now muddy clothes.

As she rounded the corner back toward the kitchen, she passed through the hall adjacent to the spacious living room, and a picture hanging on the wall caught her eye. More accurately it was a drawing, in the unmistakable scrawl of a young hand. It was encased in a plain brown frame that had noticeable dust around its edges & a thin veil of it on the glass, but that wasn’t what caught her attention most. The content of the image showed a disproportionately large stick figure with wild black hair holding the hand of another, smaller figure with spiraled red curls. Both wore smiles like the Cheshire cat as they faced her, before their beachfront setting of seashells and a multi-colored ball. Floating in the “sky” above their heads were two crooked words above each one respectively, obviously labels.

Daddy.


Me.

Reaching out, Ororo laid the tips of her fingers over the glass separating her from the crude drawing. She couldn’t mistake the larger figure even if she’d wanted to; she knew it was Logan, but who was ‘Me’?

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Inside the kitchen, Logan poured a hot cup of herbal tea he kept on hand just for her, and set it down beside his beer bottle. Some of his hair was slick against his head but still mostly wild, as he’d used the upstairs bath to wash the sand away. With his trusty hand towel around his neck, he was shirtless, enjoying the cool breeze from the night’s rain that the opened back door let in, and he’d donned another pair of jeans but remained barefoot.

After several moments, he turned before she entered the room, his acute senses preparing him for her arrival…but not her appearance.

Dressed in his oversized red & black flannel shirt and a clean pair of his white socks, Ororo appeared in the doorway behind him, her hair wrapped for the most part high in the neat folds of the towel. Several stray locks escaped in the front & back, curling down her shoulders, and there was still a light sheen of water from her shower over her skin as if she’d dried her body in some haste.

He paused, openly staring at those long cinnamon legs that kept going, and even though he knew that a pair of drawstring gym shorts was beneath that shirt, the fact that he could not see nor distinguish them from the long shirt did something to his pulse.

A little self-conscious at his unabashed appraisal, Ororo gave him a brief smile, feeling her cheeks warm despite the cool night breeze, and she came to the island counter, standing just beside and behind him. From her vantage she could clearly see the taut muscles of his back & right bicep flex and she felt a little guilty at sneaking quick glances at his bare torso, as it reminded her wholeheartedly of The Dream…

“I made ya some tea.”

Keeping her eyes trained on the steaming cup, Ro felt her skin ‘goose’ at the deep, almost sultry way he said that. She couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination going wild with him half naked and close, or if there was something he was trying to tell her behind that deep timbered voice. “Thank you.”

She reached past him, so close it was all he could do not to turn right then and hoist her up onto his counter, tear his clothes off of her still-wet body and”

“No problem.”

Unaware of his plight, Ororo sipped the delicious brew, inhaling its calming aroma as she debated whether or not to ask about the picture. She found it strange that Logan wouldn’t have mentioned having a child, but then she had to admit what a private person he seemed to be. Perhaps the girl lived w/ her mother, and that’s why the house seemed devoid of anything pointing to a young inhabitant. It could be a sore spot for him, and Ororo knew that the last thing she wanted so early into their relationship was to make him uncomfortable with painful subjects.

“’Ro? Darlin.”

Only her eyes moved to meet his, as her fingers kept the wide cup close to her nose. “Hm. Yes?”

“I said ya look like yer in another world.” He moved only a breath more away from her, sitting on one of the stools drawn up to the counter.

She lowered the cup to the countertop, and then began messing with the towel holding her drying hair. It was purely nervous action, and he could tell, but said nothing. Finally getting tired of the wisps of hair falling out of the knot, Ororo whipped the towel off to fix it, her damp white locks hanging down past her behind, limp. As she finger-combed it, she glanced sideways at him. “Hmm…Just thinking.”

He was experienced enough to know by her tone that there was a question begging to be asked, but he wasn’t sure at all if he wanted to know what it was. Logan realized that by bringing Ororo into his current sanctuary it opened him up to a whole barrage of possible questions from her”some of which he knew he wasn’t prepared to delve into. Unfortunately at this late date in the game, all he could do was try to steer her clear of his landmines.

“Your home’s beautiful, in case I didn’t mention it.” She said casually.

Downing the last of the bottle, Logan turned to glance at her as she twisted her long hair over one shoulder, continuing to dry it. “Thanks.”

“I bet you’ll miss it once you have to go on duty. You know, you never told me where you’re stationed.”

“Ft. Hamilton,” his semi-lie came easily enough. Logan never even thought twice about handing her the cover story for his position. Not because he didn’t trust her necessarily, but those were the rules when one was employed by the agency he belonged to. Heck, even Jean only knew because she was a telepath, and had picked his brain during one of his late-night sleep terrors. He remembered the long, painful conversations that followed, and he knew he didn’t want to repeat that”especially not with Ororo. To that day, he still believed that her knowledge of what he did for a living was at least partially responsible for their failed marriage. No matter what, Logan didn’t want to risk losing Ororo the same way.

That thought bothered him for several reasons (one of which was the realization that he was continually building a trove of secrets to keep from her…). Turning away from that thought, Logan looked up to her where she stood beside him, almost absently stroking her hair. Standing suddenly, he stepped close to her side, encircling her with one arm and bringing her head to his lips to kiss the top of its wet crown. “Stay awhile?”

“Yeah.” She breathed immediately, dazed by his close proximity and masculine scent. Without another word, Ororo allowed Logan to lead her into the semi-dark living room, where he settled into the cushions of a long couch, and pulled her down to cradle her body against his in an upward-facing spoon. Wrapping one arm over her collarbone, the other stroked her wet hair, curling long strands around his fingers.

As she listened to his deep breathing, Ororo watched Logan’s other hand toy with the soft flannel material of the open collar, occasionally dipping into the fabric to brush a finger along her collarbone’s delicate skin. It was then that she felt her body tense momentarily. He felt it too.

“Logan?”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“…I guess.”

“It’s personal.” She warned.

“Go ‘head, Ro.”

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but”are you married?”

Of all the possible questions…
Logan’s hand didn’t stop from caressing her skin, as she felt his head move behind her as if he were looked around at her. “No, but why did you ask?”

Still watching his hand, she laid her own over it, stilling his movements, and brought his left hand up into the air. Rubbing one digit, she replied, “The ring finger.”

Impressed, Logan looked at his hand and the barely visible mark of a wedding band that had slightly distorted the skin tone there. He thought most people wouldn’t be able to see it, but then he could understand a woman in Ororo’s position making that astute observation. Chuckling, he grasped her fingers. “I guess I should elaborate. Not any more is a better answer.”

She nodded, laying his hand back down, and it immediately resumed its caress of her skin just inside the collar of the soft shirt. She could tell he thought the matter was closed, but Ororo definitely had more questions on her mind. She just couldn’t decide what to do w/ them.

Logan didn’t say anything more, continuing to stare at an unimportant spot across the room on the wall. He knew at some point he couldn’t hope that his private life wouldn’t come up in conversation; the subject of his failed marriage however, was only a sore one because it would inevitably lead to Amahra”something Logan definitely did not want to discuss.

“Hm, that’s all I’m getting out of you, isn’t it?” She teased, turning over onto her stomach to face him.

With a weird grin, Logan answered, “For now.”

Accepting that for what it was, Ororo reached up and kissed him briefly, searching his eyes. “Well, I guess I don’t want to kill the mystery, right?”

“Right,” He agreed, eyeing her lips again briefly before meeting her gaze once more. “Besides, speakin’ of questions, you haven’t told m”“

Leaning in quickly, Ororo stopped his query with a deep kiss, finally unable to resist this mirror image from her dream (less the full nudity, that is). The feel of his soft lips made her blood race, and when he gripped her shoulders through his shirt it sent a wonderfully delicious tingle down her spine.

“Hmmm…” she breathed slowly, relishing his wet kisses down the side of her neck, as Logan’s stubbled jaw nuzzled her collarbone.

At her murmured acceptance, Logan’s warm hands snaked beneath the shirt, massaging her smooth back and then dipping down to caress the swell of her behind and up to cradle her neck at once. When she moaned in his embrace again, he couldn’t help the tightness in his pants, shifting beneath her in some discomfort.

At his movement, Ororo lifted herself slightly onto her elbows, her heavy wet hair sliding over her shoulders and onto his heaving chest. Slightly trembling fingers graced the tight skin stretched over his flat, muscled stomach, but just as his heart quickened at the thought, her hand moved away from the fly of his jeans.

Straddling him a little awkwardly with one leg bent against the couch and the other foot planted on the floor, Ororo looked down at him, completely enamored with this fine male specimen. Their eyes met, and she nodded just briefly before he sent his hands back up the bottom hem of his shirt, up the sides of her small waist. Her hands resting on his forearms, Ororo’s eyes fluttered gently as he caressed the underside of her breasts.

She was holding her breath, waiting for his next move”of which she was sure”when several seconds passed, and nothing happened.

Below her Logan was warring with himself internally, for the first time in his long life unable to take the ‘next step’. There was something bothering him, just to the edges of his mind, and he was afraid that if he stopped right then to investigate, he’d lose his nerve and the moment would be lost.

Too Late.

She looked down at him, slightly confused, but then leaned near, capturing his mouth again. Logan’s expression would’ve told her a lot, had Ororo’s eyes been open; he was just as unsure and confused as she, albeit for very different reasons. He knew this was most certainly what he wanted, but the part of him that had grown to really care about this woman in the time they’d gotten to know each other, chastised this progression in their relationship. ‘She doesn’t know…You should tell her everything.'

Ororo misunderstood his hesitance, thinking that he wanted her to make the definitive move, and so she reached up between them, still kissing him, to pluck one button on the shirt.

She has the right to know…

“…Mhmph…Ro..?”

By that time, his flannel shirt was unbuttoned, and she took his left hand from her thigh and was about to shove it into the folded cotton…

“Yes.” Her breath tickled his ear, and all the excitement, want and anticipation in that single word nearly made him scream. Yeah, scream.


“The clothes are done.” Came out of his mouth with a sigh.

She looked at him, then up past them, hearing the high-pitched alert of the dryer from the other side of the laundry room. Leaning up, she looked over his head, unmindful of the picture she presented, seemingly deep in thought.

Below her, Logan struggled to will down his throbbing erection and keep his mind off of the gentle flap of his shirt, which was just barely hiding what looked like a perfect pair of breasts. Each breath she took moved the material just a little, and the telltale headlights from that friction against her skin made him curse himself all the more. After a few seconds, however Logan realized she wasn’t looking at him purposefully.

Grasping the front tails of the shirt closed, he looked up into her eyes, which finally met his after a moment. The hurt he saw flash there made him swallow hard; the misunderstanding could be wiped away in a single explanation, but Logan just wasn’t ready to see her look at him like that again, and especially not ten-fold.

“Ororo.”

She looked away, then back to him, unsure if she could trust herself. She didn’t know why he’d stopped them, but the insecure part of her was more than willing to come up with several possibilities, all of which made her eyes sting. The embarrassment that burned in her chest wasn’t going to make her cry in front of him, that much she knew for sure, so her foot scratched against the hardwood floor, about to lift her off of him, but Logan’s hold on the end of the shirt never let.

Wordless, he crushed her to him, gulped when he felt her breasts through his shirt, and hugged her close, holding her head against his chest. Stay there. Just stay right there.

And she did, finally after several tense moments loosening her clenched fists and resting against him. Logan didn’t trust himself to say anything out loud, for fear of further ruining what was (left) between them. He knew right then and there that he could never tell her what needed to be said: that they met not weeks ago but decades past, that he held a secret from her that could cause more pain than her father thought the knowledge was worth. It had been something he had held guarded for almost a quarter century, never in a million years believing he’d be in the situation he was right then.

Breathing deeply, Logan looked up to the ceiling, cursing whatever forces had put him there, as he hugged Ororo closely. Her shallow breath in sleep was the last thing he remembered before drifting off himself.




TBC…





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