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Chapter 1: Dishes DON’T do themselves!!

Ororo stood by the window, and watched as the three buses drove down the driveway and out the open security gates. She sighed, it had always been tradition for her to go on the camping along with everyone else, it gave them all a chance to let go, clear up their minds and rejuvenate, somewhat. She turned from the window and said “So Logan… ”

Frantically, she begins to search around the room looking for him. After not finding him in there, she went into the hall calling out to him, not helping the fact that every time she would try and take in a breath, her lungs would reject it, and causing her to cough violently. She looked the opposite way as she turned the corner. Accidentally, she crashes into Logan, making both of them end up on the floor, Ororo on Logan.

Logan looked at her irritated, "What do you want?"

Ororo looked slightly hurt, as Logan helped her up off the floor, on the verge tears, "I... I… I was worried about you," She replied looking away, so he wouldn't see as tears began to fall down her face, but suddenly, anger began coursing through her veins, " Why didn't you answer me?!"

Logan looked at her a little confused, at the unexpected change in behavior, "I was outside. Whadja want?"

Ororo sighed inwardly, and began to walk away so that Logan wouldn't see the tears "Nothing Logan… Never mind… I'm not feeling well… I will be in the kitchen, if you need me…" her voice trailed, as she began to walk the kitchen.

Logan stood there for a second, then began to follow her, “Actually, I do need somethin’,” he said, making her stop moving.

She turned to him, looking him in the eye, "*cough*…what is it… *cough* …that you need?" She began to cough vigorously, finding it impossible to reply to Logan's request. Her breathing began to quicken, seeing as she was barely getting any oxygen in.

Logan walked closer to her, and started to rub her back in order to help her coughing. "Ya alright there? C'mon, let's get ya some water, ok?"

They slowly strolled into the kitchen and Logan the moves over to the sink. Grabbing a glass from the cabinets, he poured water into it. He walked back to the breakfast booth, where Ororo was seated and handed her the glass, and watched as cold water assaulted her sore throat.

"Thank you," she whispered putting the cup on the breakfast table.

"Yer welcome… Have ya eaten darlin'?" Logan asked taking the glass off the table and to the sink.

Ororo denied "No, but it's alright… I'm not hungry. Have you eaten? I could whip something up for you real quick, before I go and lie down."

Logan waved her off, “No, it's alright darlin'… Go lie down. I'll make myself something…Page me if ya need anythin', got it?”

"Actually Logan…" Ororo initiated, as she stood from her seat in the booth, "I am not going to go to bed just yet. These dishes aren't gong to do themselves."

She stood in front of the sink and turned on the faucet. Water began to cascade over her hands and the dirty dishes. She felt as Logan walked up behind her, grabbing hold of her wrists, and pulling her wet hands from under the running water. "'Ro, don't worry 'bout those, I can get 'em done later, why don't ya go rest?"

Ororo pulled her arms out of his moderate grasp, and replied stubbornly to his offer "No Logan! I have to finish this before I retire for the day!"

Doubtfully, Logan looked at her "Will knowing that the dishes are done make ya go rest more easily?"

She nodded slowly, and Logan sighed heavily "Go take it easy 'Ro, I'll do 'em now…" She stared at him unbelievingly, "What?!" Logan shouted, "I will! Ya could even sit there and watch, but that little ass of yers ain't movin' out of that chair!" He demanded.

Ororo laughed in his face, "Too bad Logan, I can't... Cause I'll be doing the washing, you are drying!" She said smiling victoriously, as she threw him a clean dish rag.

Logan tossed it back, "I don't think so! I'll wash, you dry! Take it, or go to bed!"

The weather witch sighed in frustration, and went to stand near the sink, and waited for Logan to begin washing them. When they finally did, they stood in comfortable silence. Storm would look up at him as she dried, but looked away when Logan caught her staring; then he would repeat the same actions she had. They did this for quite awhile, until Ororo said to Logan, "Look you missed a spot Logan."

Logan looked down at the plate he was washing, "No I didn't" he disagreed.

She pointed out with a slender finger what she was talking about, "Yes, you did!" Storm argued, sticking her tongue out at Logan after she had proved her point.

Logan looked at her. She was a lot looser when the others weren't around, and it was just the two of them. One of his eyebrows rose when he saw her stick her tongue out at him. He nodded challengingly, and with his wet hands he sprayed water at Ororo. She visibly flinched, as the cold water came into contact with her skin. She then let go of the plate, letting it fall into the sink. Ororo ran her hands under the water, and as it dripped, she sprayed him with it.

“Oh really?” Logan asked like a challenge, his eyebrows rose.

She nodded accepting his dare. He put his hands under the faucet again, and when it had been filled to a reasonable amount… He dumped it directly on her face. At first, the weather witch looked so mad, she could bite his head off, but it was soon replaced with a menacing look as she quickly took hold of the hose that was attached to the faucet and out it in front of Logan. Sooner than Logan can react, high pressured water was battering his face.

After nearly three minutes of spraying him, Ororo had to stop since the fits of laughter overwhelmed her. Logan looked at her angrily and spit out the excess water from his mouth like a little fountain. In view of the fact that she was being distracted by her own laughter, he grabbed the hose spraying her all over the place, laughing evilly as she squealed in surprise.

She clutched a bottle of soap and chased Logan around the kitchen with it while still being sprayed. They were both laughing endlessly, their sides began to hurt and they soon began to tear from laughing so hard.

Ten minutes later found Storm and Wolverine on the kitchen floor behind the kitchen island, soapy, wet and doubled over in laughter. They couldn’t believe they had made such a big mess in the kitchen! Xavier was going to kill them! But, their giggles was abruptly brought to an end when Ororo began to cough viciously yet again, causing her airways to get blocked, and unable to breathe.

Logan became concerned when he sees that her skin pigment had become much lighter than it should be. He started to rub her back to calm her down, “’Ro, darlin’ can ya breathe?”

Fright soon occupied his face as well, when Ororo shook her head no. Carefully, he grabbed her by her forearm, and laid her head on his lap, trying to get her to stop coughing and breathing again without her having to passing out on him first.

Past five minutes, she finally stopped cough, what with the help of Logan soothingly rubbing her back, she calmed down. Slowly, she sat up and pressed her wet body against the kitchen island, gasping for air. Logan then whispered to her, “Are ya alright darlin’?”

She nodded slowly then rasped, “Yes Logan, thank you.”

He stood up, and offered her his hands to help her stand, which she gladly accepted, letting go of them once she was up. As she walks toward the sink, she is completely oblivious to the big patch of soap she was about to step into. But, as she slipped back and set in motion her fall back, Logan was right behind her, and caught her.

Smiling gratefully, she slowly paced over to the kitchen’s utility closet, and brought out a mop. Logan walked over to her and took the mop out of her hands, “Don’t worry darlin, I’ll clean this up… Why don’t ya go ‘nd wash up, and get some rest, alright?”

Ororo looked up at him, “Are you sure, Logan?”

He nodded, and she began to walk out of the kitchen, and he began to clean up the mess they had made.





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