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Dedication: Mo

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Chapter 3

"Ro, are you ok?"

Ororo glanced back up at Logan and forced a smile. "Yes, I am fine." He
watched her for a few moments, sniffed, and went back to his food with a
grunt.

After everyone finished their breakfasts, Ororo volunteered to wash the
dishes. She picked up a stack of the used dishes and took them to the sink.
Ororo then turned back around get the others and saw Logan bringing them to
her.

"Need some help?" Logan asked sitting the dishes on the counter by the sink.

"Thank you, but I can handle it." Ororo responded turning on the water.
"Besides, I'm sure you have better things to do."

Logan sniffed again and almost laughed. 'Fear and confusion? Ro can't be
scared of me. She's one of the few who ain't. Maybe it has somethin' to do
with that storm this mornin'. ' He thought.

"No, not really. I was gonna go ta the Danger Room for a few hours, but I
have all day." He watched her pour soap into the filling sink. It soon began
to fill with suds.

"Well," Ororo smiled, "it appears you are going to stay and help whether or
not I want you to."

Logan winked at her. "That's right Darlin'."

'Goddess help me...' Ororo thought placing a stack full of dishes into the
soapy water.

They began washing the dishes in silence. A few minutes later Logan asked
"So, did you have anythin' ta do with that storm this mornin'?"

"Um, yes. I'm sorry. Did it wake you?"

"Yeah, but it didn't matter." He looked over at her. "So what got the
weather goddess all riled up?"

'You.' She thought. Aloud she said, "Just a dream."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Just a dream, huh?" Ororo continued washing the
dishes and said nothing. "That bad?"

She looked up at him, still holding the dish she was washing. "What do you mean?"

"It just seems that your dream had to be somethin' to cause a storm like that." Logan explained, "And I'm guessin' from the scents you got comin' off of ya, it was a nightmare."

Ororo put the dish with the other clean ones, looking away from Logan. "No, it was not a bad dream Logan. It was just...surprising." She picked up another dish out of the soapy water.

"Don't want to talk about it?" Logan asked grabbing a dish to rinse off.

"You want to talk? About a dream?"

"Yeah, so?"

"The others would be shocked to hear that the Mighty Wolverine wants to talk about dreams." Ororo said with a laugh.

"Nobody said anythin' about tellin' the others anythin' 'Ro." Logan said in a slightly threatening tone.

Ororo glanced back over at him. "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it if I decide to tell?"

Logan gave her a feral smile, before turning the sprayer (a/n: I have no idea what the stupid spray thing on the sink is called) on her.

Ororo screamed. "LOGAN! STOP IT!" He laughed in response. Ororo grabbed a bowl from the sink full of soapy water and threw the water at him, catching him full in the face.

"Hey!" Logan was momentarily distracted, which gave Ororo enough time to grab the sprayer from him

He stared at her. They stood there staring at each other for a few moments. Ororo grinned at him and squeezed the trigger. She laughed when he tried to block the water, but did not realize that he was getting closer to her. Logan grabbed the sprayer and turned it back on her.

"THIS IS UNFAIR!" Ororo screamed. Logan laughed and threw the sprayer back into the sink. They were both soaked and had puddles of water at their feet.

Logan reached over and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. Ororo looked up at him. He sent her another smile and let his eyes gaze down her form and back up to her face. "You look nice wet."

Ororo raised an eyebrow and pushed past him. He glanced over his shoulder, watching her walk away.

"Of all the days to wear a white tank top." She muttered, not realizing Logan could still hear her nor did she hear him chuckle.





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