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Title: “The Day He Came Home.” “ part 4
Author: Collaboration project by Wolverine6Claws and WolviesLover
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to us or they’d be together already! You know the drill.
Notes: From Ororo and Logan’s individual POV’s.

Dedicated to Pari, our biggest fan.

Part 4

‘Yer damn stupid.’ I berated myself as I stalked out of the garage. ‘Runnin’ off like a scared li’l shit.’

I just kissed Ororo Munroe! And it hadn’t been the sort of kiss that I could laugh off. An’ certainly not the sort of kiss I could tease her with to play it off.

‘Dammit!’

It was the sort o’ kiss that neither one of us can ignore.

‘Why couldn’t this be easy? Jeannie was easy. A few flirtatious remarks here, a wicked innuendo there an’ I had her blushin’ like nothin’ else. An’ then I had to go and get attracted to the one woman I have to work at. The one woman who could…’

Could what? My rant trailed off for a moment as I tried to come up with somethin’ not too deep.

‘Dammit to hell! ‘Ro could be the one woman who could… complete me. I mean, she seems to understan’ me better than anyone…’

But I can only cringe inside when I think of how I left her just now. Groaning aloud to myself as my eyes roll to the ceiling, I realize...

‘Man, I got it bad. I always figured these things wouldn’t ever be easy. I knew that. I did. That’s why I always knew it was never real with Jeannie. Sure, I care about her. But nothin’ as solid as what I had with ‘Ro. What I could have had with her. I knew it the second that stupid shit of a cop asked her for her number. Man, I was ready to gut him right there in the street! This ain’t just some passin’ attraction fer me... and I don’t think it is fer her either.’

And, wouldn’t you know it but I was so deep inside my own thoughts that I nearly plow right into Jeannie. I just blinked at her, finally coming back to reality and gave her an apologetic grin. She smiled lightly, tongue darting over her lips - lips that I find I no longer have the urge to kiss.

“Hello, Logan. Did you have fun with ‘Ro at the store?” she asked slowly, as if she were fishing for something and I had to chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess so. What’re you doin’ up so late?” I asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders and moved to take my hand in her own, guiding me along the hallway companionably. I quirk a brow as I look down at her, wondering what she’s got in mind.

“Where’re we goin’, Red?” I asked her warily, sure that my confusion could be heard in my voice.

‘Jean smirked… yeah, that’s what I said, she actually smirked at me! Twistin’ her lips in an effort not to laugh at me! And o’ course, I snorted at her obvious amusement an’ gave her a mild glare in warnin. She let go o’ my hand and held both hers up with her palms out as if to ward me off. An’ she did it gigglin’, like I was some kind o’ big joke or somethin’.’

“Easy boy.” She started. “I just wanted to let you know that I thought about some things tonight.” She finished that statement, giving me a sad smile. I motioned for her to go on, confused. She took a deep breath before continuing.

“I know there’s something going on between you and ‘Roro,” She informed me, glancing over at me and then rushing on at the look on my face. “And at first… I was jealous.” She admitted then paused to give a sharp laugh that was tinged with embarrassment before continuing, “Really jealous.” She shook her head, in minor frustration over her actions. I couldn’t help but enjoy it. But I wiped the grin off o’ my face before she glanced over at me again with a sheepish smile.

“But then I remembered how much I love Scott and thought about how unfair it is for me to be jealous when I have someone else. You deserve better than that.” She finished then gave me a light nod. I found myself suddenly grinning and grabbed her, giving her my best bear hug. Until she groaned and pleaded with me to let her go so she could suck in a much-needed breath.

“Thanks, Jeannie.” I offered, giving a short nod. “I do like her, but…” I trailed off helplessly and ran a hand through my hair. “I just don’t know what ta do about it. Never felt like this before.” I admitted to her then took a deep breath trying to settle my nerves. She smiled and patted my hand as she drew me closer.

‘An’ let me tell ya’, that girl gave me the most devilish grin and I eyed her very suspiciously.’

“I think I have a few ideas…” She informed me. And I groaned as she began plotting her schemes.






Ororo’s POV: Two days later


I collapse into a plush chair in my room, safe behind the door away from… that man. ‘That man who is driving me insane!’

He is running both hot and cold lately and I do not understand it. I tried to pull him aside to talk to him about the kiss we had shared in the garage several times, but he seems completely focused on Jean.

I caught them sharing secretive looks many times during meals, her hiding a grin and him grunting in amusement. ‘And what is more Scott did not seem to care at all about their behavior!’ They are all hiding something, I am sure of it.

‘Yes, I am aware that I am pouting, but I do not know what to do!’ Besides him ignoring me, sometimes I will look up and there he is. He will have this intense look on his face and he simply stares at me. Once he notices my eyes are on him, he grins and glances away again as if he had not meant for me to catch him. And during these last two days no matter where I go, I feel his eyes upon me.

Yesterday while tending to my greenhouse, the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly rose. I knew he was there. So why did he not speak to me? I am ready to rip my hair out in frustration. I rise from my chair and set my jaw.

‘I am going to put an end to this conduct once and for all. I am tired and frustrated, and I have had it!’

Storming down the stairs, I call out mentally to a surprised Jean. It is not often that I allow my mind to search hers out. I have learned not to cringe at the sound of her voice inside my head, but I still am not entirely comfortable with it.

After being informed that Logan was in the garage I headed that way. As I neared the outer building I stopped suddenly with a thought.

Oh Goddess, the garage!’

Of course, the one place where something significant had happened to signal our changing relationship… I feel my courage falter but draw it out again in a hurry. I walk in and fix my look of disgust on the pair of legs sticking out from under one of the vehicles.

“Logan, we must talk.” I say rather abruptly, leaving no room for him to try to weasel out. “You will meet me in my room when you are done, and I will not hear any excuses from you.” I informed him rather boldly.

All motion under the vehicle stilled, which made my heart leap briefly into my throat, then he rolled out from under the car he was working on. He squinted up at me as the sun was at my back. His hair was sticking up this way and that, his face was covered in grease, and as I looked down at him a wide grin formed upon his lips.

“You got it, darlin’.” He replied quite amiably.

That’s when I notice Scott, peeking out from under the hood on the opposite side. A bit confused, my cheeks darken slightly with embarrassment. I wonder what the two of them are up to.

Unable to think of anything else to do I nod politely to Scott and turn on my heel to head back to my room. Before the door could close behind me, I heard Scott pipe up.

“Wouldn’t want to be you right now.” He quipped, and I could not help but wonder.

‘When did those two become so close?’






Ororo’s POV: One hour later



An hour passed and now I stand here chiding myself as to what on earth could have possibly come over me that I would dress for this occasion? I look in the mirror warily and finally let out a sigh.

‘Bright Lady, I am totally lost when it comes to this man.’ And it seems I do not even understand why he is having this effect on me. He is forcing me to show my emotions and I cannot help but believe this is dangerous.

‘But, a girl should have a little danger in her life, shouldn’t she?’

I smile to myself and turn toward the balcony to watch the setting sun. The breeze lifts the drapes gracefully, and they float toward the ceiling. I step through them and out onto the balcony to enjoy this twilight time.

A few moments later I feel a presence behind me, I smile as I turn and begin to say, “Logan, I…”

Suddenly, I see a hulking presence standing there instead of the lean, muscular one that I wholly expected to be there. I scream at seeing the feral yellow eyes looking out at me from inside my own room, but the sound dies in my throat as something hard connects with my temple and I feel myself suddenly plunging into darkness.
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Logan’s POV:



Okay, I’m whistling as I head up to ‘Ro’s room, but despite my outward coolness I’m nervous as hell. Jeannie’s plannin’ worked. ‘Ro was nearly foaming at the mouth with annoyance over my behavior.

‘Geez-us, does she even know how beautiful she is when she’s miffed like that?’

I hafta admit, I didn’t think the plan would work. I mean, how could ignoring a girl make her chase after you? Hah! She couldn’t help but be suspicious when she noted Scott and me and our newfound friendship.

‘Well, let me tell ya’, that came as a shock ta me too.’

After Jean explained things to him, he’d pulled me aside to lay a warning on me. He told me I would end up with a hole in my head to heal if I ever hurt ‘Ro. And then he grinned and told me that she deserved to have some happiness. Who would’ve guessed that not pissing him off could be kind of fun too…sometimes.

Well, I’d showered and changed into a clean pair of jeans and flannel shirt after she’d so beautifully demanded that I meet her in her room. I figured it couldn’t hurt to look good if things begin to move toward the next step. ‘And damn, I hope they do.’

Ever since that first glance at her body, I can’t stop thinking about seeing it again. I grin with that thought, hefting the bottle of champagne and the flowers I’m carrying up to her room.

As I ascend the main staircase a particularly familiar scent reaches my nose. I stop in surprise, but only momentarily as my brain registers the information. The gifts are forgotten as they drop from my hands and I race up the stairs taking the steps three at a time.

I barge through her bedroom door, teeth bared as the animal rears up inside me and I fight to keep control. My entire body trembles in rage. The room is empty, the scents are strong but… she’s gone.

The only thing left in the room… wrapping themselves around me… is the scent of Ororo’s fear and the stench that is Sabretooth.

TBC





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