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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 4: Almost Doesn't Count

Summary: When two friends get close to becoming more, a barricade forms in their way.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they are property of Marvel! I am not doing this
for anything more than pure fun, so please don't sue me! Holden Caulfield, and THE
CATCHER IN THE RYE are property of J.D. Salinger and his estate. I think. I just love this
book and what symbol they have in this story. I am not using them for monetary purposes! Don't
hurt me!


Ororo woke up to the sweet sound of silence that morning. The entire academy had taken
a field trip and Logan and Ororo were the only instructors able to get out of their chaperoning
duties. After waking up late and taking a nice refreshing shower she got dressed. Not truly being
in the mood to wear everyday clothing she put on a pair of extra large, plaid pajama pants, a back
tank top, and a very grandma-esque white cardigan. While her hair was still wet she pulled it
back into a thick ponytail, all except to stubborn strands that framed her face. She slipped on a
pair of thick socks and headed down to the kitchen.
Logan was sitting at the table reading the paper and smoking a cigar, a cup of black
coffee getting cold in front of him.
"So, you're finally up?" he glanced over his paper, "Oh, great get up 'Ro."
" I thought so," she said with a slight smirk. She poured herself a cup of steaming coffee,
and after adding four creams and three packets of equal she curled up on the window seat,
glancing out into the trees.
"I don' know how you can drink that crap, 'Ro."
"Very easily, thank you. I cannot help it if you like to drink it pitch black."
" 's the only way TO drink it."
Once again she gazed off into the orange and yellow world outside her window, "When
will the others be returning?"
"Not too sure. Probably not till pretty late. They're pretty far away 'n' it's s'posed ta rain
tonite."
Getting the shivers she asked him "Why, Logan, is it so cold in here?"
"Heater broke. The Cajun 'n' I are s'posed ta fix it when they get back. You 'n' I both
know how well that'll go."
All she could do was simply smile. After finishing her coffee she wandered off to the
library, where she lit the fireplace and curled up in a bean bag chair, with a good book, hoping to
warm up. It had been years since she had Salinger's THE CATCHER IN THE RYE, and she
found no more opportune time to begin again. It was on the shelf with the numerous other books
Hank and Jean had reserved for their classes.
About an hour later Logan wandered into the library to see that Ororo had fallen asleep.
The fire had gone out and black whirls of smoke drifted up the chimney. He removed the book
that was dangling in her hands and placed it on the table nearby. Then, as gently as possible, he
lifted her off her small, but comfortable resting place, and carried her into the parlor. He could
only wonder why, it seemed, that all this strong woman could do was sleep. He also couldn't help
but notice how delicate and lovely she looked while sleeping. After packing her into a cocoon of
quilts, he let her sleep on the couch. She woke up just at dinner time.
The rain pouring down from the skies was endless. It fell on the roof like nails and hit the
windows in large, pounding drops. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted from the kitchen, to her
nose, and she drifted towards it with a patchwork quilt draped over her shoulders like a cape.
"What are you cooking, Logan?"
"Dinner." Judging by the shocked expression on her face he made an assumption and
added, " I can actually do some stuff for myself, 'Ro."
"I can see that."
The two sat at the kitchen table eating a mild dinner of scrambled eggs, bacon and hash
browns. They talked continuously, never letting a single moment of silence interrupt. Neither
Ororo or Logan could remember laughing so much in so long. Actually, Ororo could not
remember hearing Logan laugh that much ever.
She offered to do the dishes and told him to go have a drink or do something along those
lines. He heard the sounds of Aretha Franklin pour through the hallway and he headed back to
the kitchen, where he found Ororo dancing and mouthing the words into the scrub brush.
When the song finished Logan was leaning against the doorframe, clapping for her.
"Very nice, 'Ro. Didn' know ya had it in ya!"
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
There wasn't even anything to say to him. She had made a complete idiot out of herself
and was thoroughly embarrassed. All Logan could think about was how adorable she was.
"Kitty gave me her recipe for hot chocolate before she left," she said hastily. "Give me
one second to make some and I will meet you in the parlor."
A few minutes later she joined him on the couch. They looked quite a pair, her wearing
warm, baggy clothes and a quilt and he only jeans and a t-shirt. They both sipped from extra large
mugs of hot chocolate. Ororo had taken it upon herself to add plenty of whipped cream to the
tops. Logan tried to signal to her that she had gotten some on her bottom lip, but after numerous
failed efforts he gingerly brushed it off with his thumb. If there had ever been a silence between
the two, it was nothing compared to this. Their faces were just about touching and they were both
slowly inching into a kiss, when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Ororo hopped off the couch and bolted for the door.
She opened it with a smile, but when the soaking wet figure behind the door was
revealed, she dropped her mug shattering it on the floor and spraying hot chocolate at her feet.
"Hello, Ororo."





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