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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 8: Against The Current

Summary: Logan watches as the world he would has begun to love crashes around him, and he
flails as he has nothing he can do about it.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Marvel Comics. I am not
doing this for money, so please don't sue me!


As Forge exited Ororo's room that night he ran right into Logan. His ears perked, Logan
stood, statuesque, his body as hard as stone. He had heard everything and waited for Forge with
barred teeth and a malicious stare.
"What do you want, Logan?"
"The only reason you came back for a quick 'n' easy lay?"
"No. I came back to her because I am still in love with her."
"BULL SHIT!" Logan kept his voice low but vehemently spat the words to him.
"You don't understand her."
"Like you do?"
"I know that she is as powerful as a deity. She is above you and I, Logan."
"Yeah, she is. But not 'cause she can make it rain. Her heart is big. She is the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen. Yeah, ya can think of her as an idol, but she's a woman. With
a woman's heart, mind and soul. Did ya think o' that?"
Soft laughter escaped Forge's lips. "You love her, Wolverine."
There was a short silence between the two and Logan's eyes went soft. It was
immediately evident to Forge that he had found the soft spot in his opponent.
"You don't deserve her," as soon as the words had escaped his malicious lips, the echoed
in Logan's skull.
"I know," was his solemn response. "But neither do you. Even less, I think."
" Logan, you are simply an animal. You don't know what true love is. Only lust. Don't
kid yourself."
The knife pierced Logan's side and Forge began to descend the stairs.
"You broke her heart. That girl. The one you loved, is dead. Hope yer not lookin' for her.
Ororo's all grown up now. Ya can't boss her around like ya used ta."
"That's what you think."
"You gave up your chance. Get over it."
"I forfeited nothing. It is up to Ororo to choose a.... Hmmm, how can I put this in terms
you'll be able to understand? A mate. If she chooses me, then she chooses me. Logan, you are a
human with the mind and heart of an animal. No woman can love that. Women wait for
CIVILIZED men to whisk them off their feet. Men that ride white horses. Not men that sniff out
prey. What could have possibly caused you to believe she would ever care for you?"
Forge turned and walked down the hall. Just before he reached the turn he pivoted and
made one last remark.
"Even if she did care for you, Logan, you were to scared to confess your love to her. The
man who confesses always wins the girl. Not the coward."
Logan stood in silence, jaw clenched and temples pounding. The sick churning in his
stomach was the sad realization that there may have been some truth in his words. That he was an
animal. That he was a coward. With a low rumbling growl he made the decision to confront
Ororo the next day.
She was running through her total ab and thigh workout that she performed every other
morning. Logan entered the gym and saw her in a baby blue sports bra and black pants with the
same color stripe running down the sides. Her silver tresses were pulled up in a very sloppy
ponytail at the top of her head. Numerous strands of hair fell about her neck and face, many
sticking to her sweat coated skin. Halfway through her thigh beaters she became aware of his
presence.
Logan saw her approaching and saw her skin glisten in the light and he began to wonder
how sweaty he could make her get. He was also very oblivious to the fact that, standing in his
tight, white t-shirt and torn jeans, he was very sexy and appealing to her.
"I heard you got back together with Forge last night?"
"From who?"
"No, I actually heard the two of you get back together."
A sudden flush overtook Ororo's face.
"Oh," she mumbled quickly.
"Do you want to get walked all over? Are you the kind of person to wanna be a martyr?"
"No, Logan. And quite frankly how is any of this your business?"
Now was his chance. He knew it. The silent Forge listening outside the door knew it, and
dreaded it.
Her eyes were cold and closed off. Like two glaciers set in her face. Yet at the same time
they were aflame with anger, awaiting his response. He stared into her eyes and saw the absence
of the love he longed to see in them. She did see him as merely an animal, and not a lover. He
was the loyal companion, but never the knight.
"I guess it's not." His heart shattered and he wanted to scream out loud.
"Goodbye, Logan."
Her voice had warmed up as he slowly exited the gym. Forge had departed upon the signs
of his 'cowardice'. He walked away from the dream. The fantasy he had held onto for months.
He gave up on swimming against the current. What he had wanted had always been out of reach
and he stopped trying to grasp it. She did not want anyone, she wanted Forge. What he didn't
know was how badly she wanted him to give her a reason to leave Forge lying in the dust.





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