AN: Hi! This is my first fic and I'd love to hear your criticisms! Anyway, I do not own these characters, etc. etc. Enjoy!

She hated when he left. She would smile and wave gently as he rode off, but as soon as she was sure he couldn't see her through his rearview mirror, she would head inside. It always rained the day after he left.

Storm spent most of her days teaching classes, conducting exercises in the Danger Room, and tending the plants in her greenhouse near the Institute. But no matter where she went, she felt the absence of a certain Wolverine.

Each time he came back, she forgot that she told herself over and over again not to get too close. But she knew love never worked that way. They were both in love, and she understood that he could not stay in one place for long. That was his nature. He didn't leave often, but when he did it would be for weeks or even months at a time. She was still learning how to cope.

Whenever he came back, he would find her. This time was no different. All he had to do was follow the scent of wildflowers and rain.

He found her in the greenhouse tending to her plants, with her back facing him. She was always so gentle and collected. Her very being calmed him, but sometimes, he loved to get a rise out of her, if only to prove to himself that she was human. He would surprise her, as he always did. He walked, completely silent and focused, towards his target. She was humming the tune that he loved, the one her mother used to sing to her. It never sounded as good when he hummed it.

He placed himself directly behind her, his mouth next to her ear.

"Hey 'Ro."

She turned immediately, her eyes turning an intense white and her hand raised ready to attack. He took a step back, smiling, as he usually did, allowing her to relax upon seeing that it was only him. Thank God this woman had self control. An electric hello was not good for someone whose bones were made of metal.

"Logan."

She turned back around to finish arranging her succulents, smiling. She hated when he startled her, and she hated that he knew how to do it.

The night was spent in her room on the couch, him sitting up with her head across his lap, listening to everything he had done since they last saw each other. She was the only one who got to hear such stories. She knew that he was wild, but his stories of living with wolves, run-ins with thugs, and his battles with The Hulk left her at the edge of her seat. She enjoyed too the stories of him being alone, trying to remember his past and reflecting on what he could recall. Those were his most lonely moments, she guessed.

Her concentration was broken by the lazy sigh and a warm hand on her face. If lazy sigh was a language, Logan would speak it. It would just be another on the long list of languages he spoke. It was something else that the others at the Institute didn't know, and something that they would never ask, so he would never tell them.

"What are ya thinkin' about 'Ro?"She couldn't see him, inches away, but she knew he could see her perfectly.

"It is nothing, Logan. I have forgotten to give you something. It made me think of you. I still can't believe you haven't smelled it by now."

"I'm only concentrating on one scent, darlin'."

She knew she was blushing, something she didn't do often. He got her to feel things that were out of her norm. She got up to get his gift.

He gazed intensely at her, comforted by the fact that she could not see him. She walked into the bathroom and turned the lights on, most likely to get whatever it is she was going to give to him. He had no idea what it could be. He wasn't one to want for much. He was amazed that she could ever fall in love with him. She was worshipped as a goddess, she was a literal Queen of Wakanda, and she could literally, and figuratively, take the breath out of anyone. She was grace and ferocity defined. And he loved her.

He snapped back to reality once he saw her walking towards him. A familiar smell caught him by surprise.

She sat down and touched his arm, and noticed that it was very tense. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"'Roro what do ya have there?" He tried to sound calm, but really he wanted to snatch the small box out of her hand and look inside.

She opened the box, and he saw that seeds were inside.

"They are Madrone seeds. They will grow into a tree some day. I came across them at the farmer's market a month or so ago. I spoke with the vendor and found that these seeds only grow in western coast of Canada, and some of coastal Washington and Oregon. I thought they may help you remember something about your past. I understand that this may mean you will want to leave again, but I wanted to help you. You are not alone in this."

She wished that she hadn't turned the lights off again. All she could hear was his breathing, and she couldn't see anything. She closed the box, found his hand, and dropped it there gently.

He took a deep breath and exhaled painfully slow. He laughed huskily.

"Thank ya darlin', but I have no plans on leavin' anytime soon. I was thrown about how familiar the scent was is all. It was great thinkin' on your part. How 'bout we plant them near your greenhouse, and we figure all of this out later?"

He also wanted to say that he loved her more than he had ever loved a person, and that he didn't feel alone when he was with her, and that she was perfect in every way. He was never really a man for words. And one thing he appreciated was that she understood.

"I think that is a wonderful idea, Logan."

He smiled. "You what else sounds like a wonderful idea?

She looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"Taking a nice hot shower, and spending the rest of the night talking, or not talking, with you."

She paused for a moment, a smile started to form at the corners of her mouth.

"You should take your shower then."

"I'd rather take you, 'Ro, but soon enough. I'll be back."

After getting up and leaving her speechless, he entered the bathroom. Ororo turned on the lamp and started to do some minor primping and preparing for the night. Once she was sure that he had entered the shower, all it took her was a little concentration before hearing a low growl. He must have forgotten how he surprised her earlier. It was his turn to be surprised with freezing water.

He came out of the bathroom soaking wet and a disgruntled look on his face.

"You know, Wolverine," she said in jest, "you should never startle the weather witch."