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In Her Eyes
Author: The Scribe2
Rating: M
Summary: Post X1 �“ Something evil has come over Logan. Can Ororo save him or is he lost to her forever? RoLo
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. Thanks for letting me borrow them.
Chapter 2
I Watched You Change

For days now Ororo had been on cloud nine. Her relationship with Logan, which, before, had seemed perpetually stuck on friendship, had suddenly deepened and bloomed. Logan was a man transformed. The same Wolverine, who, on more than one occasion had told her exactly what he would and would not do for a woman, was wholeheartedly breaking all of his own rules.

He was incredibly affectionate, both in public and private, and never seemed to get enough of calling her name, whether it was a rumbled murmur when he awoke in the morning or a roaring groan in the throws of passion. And Ororo never got tired of hearing it on his lips.

And, goddess, what a passionate lover he was! Sometimes their lovemaking would be vigorous and wild, a testament to Logan’s feral nature, Ororo supposed. But even when he was untamed, he was masterful. He never failed to make her body sing with pleasure.

Other times he’d be gentle and worshipful. With hushed whispers and skillful hands, he would coax her to fulfillment time and again, before finally losing himself within her.

It was all kind of amusing. If someone had told Ororo two weeks ago that she’d be curled up against Logan, bare skin to bare skin, she wouldn’t have believed it. But here she was plastered to Logan’s side, sweaty and spent from their most recent tumble.

Her hand was resting on his taut stomach when she felt it gurgle, undoubtedly from hunger. So far that was the only dark cloud marring their world, the fact that Logan had not really eaten since that day he had become so ill. It concerned Ororo greatly, but anytime she mentioned it he would insist that it was nothing and joke that he was in absolutely no danger of starving and would eat when he felt better.
Ororo didn’t like it, but she was determined not nag him. With a sigh she decided, instead, to broach another subject that was on her mind.

“Logan,” Ororo called softly.

“Yeah,” he answered, grazing his lips across her forehead.

She paused for a second before continuing, “I’m not on any kind of birth control.”

“Mmm,” was his only answer.

At his silence she sat up and looked down at him. “Did you hear what I said?”

Surprisingly, a chuckle rumbled in his chest and he ran a hand over her ribcage. “What’s the matter, ‘Roro? Afraid of having my little wolverine babies?”

She tisked her tongue and shot him a reproachful look. “Logan, be serious. You know that I want children…that I want a family,” she finished as she trailed her fingers through his damp chest hair.

“I know exactly what you want,” he affirmed almost absently as he continued to stroke the soft skin of her belly.

“But what do you want,” she asked, waiting with bated breath for the answer. This was the moment of truth. His next words would tell her if this was a fling for him or if they would have a future together.

His eyes studied her for a moment. “I want you,” he finally answered before pulling her back down into his arms and kissing her neck.

“And…” she mumbled against his shoulder.

“… and everything that comes along with you,” he replied between caresses of his mouth.

“Everything,” she questioned, not sure if she understood him correctly.

He moved to slide his fingers through hers, linking their hands. “Everything,” he murmured back.

~ X ~

Later that night Ororo woke to find Logan gone. She wasn’t surprised. She knew that when he couldn’t sleep he tended to roam the house and the surrounding grounds. It wasn’t until she asked him about it the next evening that she became uneasy.

Ororo was stretched out on the bed across from where Logan sat propped up on pillows with one of her feet in his hands as he massaged her tired sole and watched TV. Both of them were naked.

When he glanced down at her, giving her a hint of a smile she rubbed his knee and asked, “Did you have a nightmare last night?”

He sighed deeply, sounding content. “Nah, haven’t had any all week. Being with you helps.” He paused to shrug. “I don’t think I moved all night.”

Ororo’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “When I woke last night you weren’t here. You were gone for a least an hour. I tried to wait up…” Her words trailed off.

He gave her a strange look. “No..,” he countered, drawing the word out. “I was here all night.”

She angled her head at him. “Are you saying that I imagined it?”

With a shake of his head, he began to kiss his way up her calf and then finally settled between her legs wearing a dubious expression. “I’m saying, why the hell would any man ever wanna leave your bed?”

~ X ~

Why indeed, Ororo thought to herself later that night when she rolled over and discovered that she was alone.

The whole next day questions burned in her. Why was Logan lying to her? Where was he going? Was he having second thoughts about things deepening between them, and the very real possibility that she would become pregnant, if she wasn’t already?

As she graded papers that afternoon during her free period it crossed her mind that Logan may be leaving to see another woman. The very thought made her chest tighten. Was he that kind of man? Would he make promises to her while skipping out to be with someone else?

That night Ororo lay awake long into the night waiting to see if Logan would repeat his nightly excursion. At around 2:00 that morning she felt Logan stir and a heavy rumble sounded in his chest. For a moment the hand that lay on her thigh flexed and gripped her so painfully that she nearly cried out with it. Then, just as quickly, he let go and stole from the bed. She remained still while she listened to him dress in the darkness. A few minutes later she heard her window open with a thud and then she heard nothing at all.

As quickly as she could, Ororo jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes before following Logan out of the window. When she caught up with him she hovered above him, purposefully shifting the wind so that he couldn’t pick up her scent. She watched him cross the lawn on foot, surprised that he had not headed for the garage to get his bike. Then suddenly, to her amazement, he dropped down to all fours and began galloping into the night.

More than a little shocked, Ororo followed him as he traveled all the way into the city where he ran into a dimly lit alleyway. She touched down on top of the adjoining building and saw him stand and be greeted by a long haired woman who wore very little clothing. This woman cupped his face in her hands and kissed his lips softly. Ororo was instantly filled with anger and embarrassment. There was another woman.

Abruptly a heavy rain began to fall down upon Ororo and she looked up at her unconscious handiwork. When she looked back down at the scene below, her mouth fell open as she saw the woman dissolve into a misty cloud that was clearly visible even through the rain. The mist began to travel away quickly and Logan ran after it, dropping back down to all fours as he charged ahead. In a daze Ororo followed, not knowing exactly what to think.

Eventually they stopped on a deserted street where a lone man traveled as he flipped up his collar against the sudden rain and hurriedly quickened his pace. Logan seemed to literally disappear into the shadows and Ororo lost sight of him, but the mist could still be seen. The cloud began to encircle the man, looping and looping around him until it finally gathered together in front of him and materialized into the woman, suspended in midair as she held out a halting hand toward the man. He stopped short, freezing in place.

Ororo lowered herself to the ground a few yards away, afraid of what might be happening and observed, with a jolt, that the woman was baring fangs at the man. The woman’s body shifted back and forth like a snake as she hovered, almost as though hypnotizing the man she had cornered.

All of a sudden a chilling groan rang out from the darkness followed by a loud cracking noise. A moment later Logan came into view and Ororo had to stifle a scream. As she watched, his face began changing and distorting to accommodate a huge set of fangs that emerged from his mouth. She could see that even the “indestructible” adamantium had cracked. It was all accompanied by the sound of his pain-filled moans.

Finally, when his flesh finished healing around the grotesque rearrangement, he took a deep shuttering breath before emitting a frightening snarl.

In a flash, he came forward and grabbed the paralyzed man, then tore into his neck with the oversized incisors, severing the head from the body. Horrified, Ororo sobbed soundlessly while Logan greedily drank the blood spurting from the body before throwing back his head and letting out a terrifying growl.

At that point the hovering figure descended and sank her teeth into the wounded neck of the dead man and Logan backed away submissively.

As the creature who had been Logan stood back he suddenly raised his head and began sniffing the air and looking around him wildly. “Ororo,” he muttered in a gravelly voice, and then his eyes locked on her. Within seconds he was charging toward her with incredible speed. She took to the air quickly to escape his grasp and realized with a start that if she had been any slower he would have reached her, for he leapt up off of the pavement like a wild cat trying to get at her. Ororo hovered high on a current of wind and he growled at her in frustration.

At that moment, Ororo noticed that the mist was floating toward her. When it reached her it began to toy with her, blowing through her hair and caressing her skin. Finally the woman appeared in front of her and cocked her head, regarding Ororo. She couldn’t help but to notice that the woman was beautiful. He long black silky hair blew behind the woman eerily, despite the rain, and her startling green eyes were piercing.

“What are you,” Ororo whispered.

The woman smiled as she continued to regard her and she reached out to stroke Ororo’s face. “What are you,” the woman answered back, returning the question.

Slapping the hand away, Ororo demanded, “What have you done to Logan?”

The other woman chuckled. “Is that his name?” A moment later she asked, “Were you his woman?”

Ororo didn’t appreciate the fact that she had used the past tense. “Yes,” she answered firmly and quickly used her powers to split the sky with lightning. The answering crash of thunder boomed so forcefully that nearby windows rattled and car alarms began to sound.

Logan roared loudly, in response. “Ororo,” he shouted below.

The woman looked around her with a slight curve to her lips, seemingly impressed with the display of power. Finally those creature eyes settled back onto Ororo. “He belongs to me now… but I like you. Tonight I will let you live, but if you interfere again, I cannot promise that I will show you such mercy.”

Ororo narrowed her eyes as they became blindingly white and she sent a bolt of lightning into the woman who merely dissolved into the cloud of mist once again and floated around Ororo. This time, however, when it touched her skin it burned painfully. Ororo cried out at the contact.

“Ororo,” Logan yelled again, his howling plea ending almost pitifully.

“Logan,” Ororo called back, hoping that the man was still somewhere inside the beast.

He snarled violently. “Don’t hurt her,” he demanded angrily of the misty cloud.

It brushed agonizingly against Ororo once more before floating back down toward Logan. As it surrounded him, he let out a roar that rivaled that of a lion. Over and over he sounded, the noise growing louder each time and causing Ororo to shiver. Enraged, he threw back his head and popped his claws, bellowing fiercely. But finally the woman materialized behind him and began caressing his shoulders, his chest, his abs. She kissed his neck before opening wide to bite into him harshly and drinking his blood as she rubbed his crotch.

A moment later, with his blood still dripping from her mouth she moved in front of him, trailing her hands over his strong arms. She caught his gaze and held it, smiling as he drew in his blades and dropped his arms to his sides. A few seconds later she was mist again and traveling away quickly with Logan following closely behind.





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