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You Just Might Make Me Believe
Chapter 9

Logan pulled his motorcycle into the space that was reserved for him in the garage of the mansion. He looked back and noticed that Ororo was sound asleep on his shoulder. He had convinced her that since it was Friday they could let loose and have a hell of a night. It didn’t hurt any that it was ladies night at Harry’s so all her drinks were half off. She had also taken this time to try out some whiskey. After her fifth shot she was past drunk. Logan allowed her to have a couple more hours of fun but when he had to hold her up; he decided that it was time to take her home. He turned himself slightly in an attempt to wake her up. “Come on Darlin’ it’s time to wake up.” He nudged her lightly with his shoulder again. “Ro wake up or I’m going to leave your butt out here to sleep on the bike.” He heard her moan a protest to being awoken. “Come on you have to get up. If I move off this bike you will fall head first on the floor and I don’t think Blue would like it if I had to wake him up so he could fix you. Especially since you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Just to show you how much I’m…how much I’m sober. I’m going to take myself to bed.”

“You sound very sober Boss Lady.” He felt her shift on the bike. “Here let me help you.”

“I don’t need your help. I control the weather. I think I can get myself to bed without any help from you.” She climbed very sloppily off the back of the bike. Logan noticed that she had a problem standing up straight. He held on to her arm in an attempt to steady her. “See told you I didn’t need your help. I’m off to bed.”

Logan watched as she took two shaky steps toward the door. He noticed a shift in the wind and knew it was only a matter of time before she fell right down. He jumped off the bike and made it in just enough time to catch her. He scooped her up into his arms. “Yeah you can take care of yourself. If I was not here you would be sleeping on the cold garage floor.”

Ororo layer her head on his shoulder. “You are my knight and shining armor. We had better be careful or people around the mansion will talk.”

“Why would they talk Darlin’?”

“You carrying me up to bed while I’m drunk. People might think that you were trying to take advantage of me.”

“I thought that you were not drunk.”

“I’m not. Just a little tipsy.”

Logan started up the stairs and carried her down the hall to her room. He opened her door and laid her down on the bed. He noticed that she was out like a light. He knew that she would not be comfortable in the clothes that she had wore to the club so he looked through her drawers and found an oversized T-shirt. He looked down at the way she was dressed. She was wearing a pair of hip hugging, tight blue jeans and a tight black mid-drift wife beater that showed off her navel and toned abs perfectly. He couldn’t help but think about the way her body had grinded against his to the song “Whiskey Girl” at the bar and also the way her hands roamed his body as she kissed him in front of Lisa. He pulled off her top, peeled off her pants, and then stood back and stared at her. He couldn’t help but grow hard at the sight of her. After all he was a red blooded male and was staring at a half dressed woman that had a body to die for. He looked at the shirt in his hand and then back at her. There was a part of him telling him to put the shirt on her and run like hell but there was another part of him telling him to rip off every bit of clothing that he and she had on, jump in bed and fuck her until she screams his name as loud as she could. He felt that side of him winning over the other as he snared his teeth and let out a low growl. He shook his head. “Come on man. She is your friend, nothing more. She deserves better than an animal anyway.” He put the shirt on and covered her up with a blanket then quietly left her room.



Ororo woke up the next morning to what felt like people using a jackhammer in her head. Opening her eyes and having the bright light of the sun hit it sure didn’t help anything. She moved the covers off of her and moved to get up but the quickness of her movements made everything in the room spin. This then made her feel like everything inside of her was ready to come up. She ran to the bathroom, ignoring the fact that this made the room spin even more, and spent the next ten minutes hugging john. When she felt as though she could not throw up another thing, she went to her room and changed. While she did not feel like going downstairs where everyone was eating she knew if she did not that there would be plenty of worried people since it was well past the 6:00 AM that she normally got up. Plus she had to clean the kitchen up. She and Hank had an agreement between them that if one cooked then the other would clean. Since she was sure it was past 7:30 she knew Hank had to make breakfast for the school and it was only right that she clean. She walked down the stairs and did not smell a single thing. She walked in the kitchen and found it spotless. “What the hell?”

She heard a loud bang and the word shit come out from under the cabinet. Then Logan stood up from behind the island. “Could yah say something like good morning instead of scaring the hell out of someone?”

“I’m sorry Logan. I’m just surprised at the condition of the kitchen. I was sure there would be a kitchen full of dishes since Hank had to cook.”

“Hank didn’t cook.”

“If Hank didn’t cook then how did the students eat?”

“I told ‘em all to fix them some cereal and that we would have a big lunch. Knew that after all the drinking that you did last night you would sleep in. Last thing you needed to worry with was a bunch of hungry kids and dirty dishes. Plus I had to honor my bet so I was on kitchen clean up.”

“Thank You Logan.”

“Don’t worry bout it.” He reached under the cabinet and pulled out the blinder. “So what can I get you; bacon, eggs,…”

She held up her hands to stop him from continuing. “Please do not say anything about food.”

“What’s wrong darlin’? Yah got a hang over?”

“From hell. I spent half my morning with my head in the toilet. If I even think about food I believe I’ll spend the rest of my day the same way.”

“Figured as much.” He poured a bunch of stuff into the blinder. He turned it on and heard Ororo moan in pain. He poured what was in the blinder into a glass and handed it to her. “Here darlin’ drink up.”

She took a sip of the drink. Instantly she started coughing. “Oh God, what is this? It tastes horrible.”

“Didn’t say it would taste good. It will however help with that hangover. Sorry for letting you get this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I should not have let you drink so much.” He pushed a piece of toast in front of her. “Here you need to eat to. This will sit easy on your stomach.”

“Logan I’m a big girl. I should have known better.” She picked it up and took a bite. “You were not pouring the drinks down my troth. I decided that I wanted to drink and I did. Now I have to live with the consequences.”

“Yeah darlin’ you’re right but I know that you ain’t used to that much.”

“Well we will have to agree to disagree. Thanks for taking such good care of me.”

“You don’t have to thank me. Darlin’ the way you are helping me out it’s the least I can do.”

“What am I doing?”

“Hanging all over me, kissing me, scaring off Lisa.”

“I haven’t scared her off.”

“Yeah you have darlin’. I know the way she was before. All you have to do is look at her the wrong way and she goes running scared.”

“Well maybe she can sense that I can fry her ass for messing with my man.”

Logan’s head jerked up at this comment. “Your man?”

“Yeah aren’t we pretending that your may man.”

“Yeah pretending.”

“You don’t have to thank me Logan. I’m glad to do things for my friends.”

He frowned and grunted “Friends.” He looked down at his hands and thought about the claws that he had coming out of them and the fact that he was an animal.

Ororo noticed a change come over him. He was no longer the playful Logan he was before. Now he was
the Wolverine. “Logan are you ok? Was it something I said?”

“No, just remembered I have something to do outside. I’ll see you around.”

“Logan… please…” Before she could finish he slammed the door. “wait.” She got a confused look on her face. “I wonder what all that was about.”





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