April 14, 2010 ; April 19, 2010 ; April 26 -28, 2010

I'd been thinking about the movie Quest for Camelot lately, and I realized that part of one or two of the songs could fit Logan.

Rather serious but also a dose of romance, set at the end of season four, I think.

Notes: I own nothing.

They might be a bit out of character, and the timeline might not quite fit… So I guess you could consider it slightly AU.

Once again, it evolved on me. Eep! But I kind of like the end result… Mostly…

I've seen your world with these very eyes;
don't come any closer; don't even try.
I've felt all the pain and heard all the lies,
but in my world there's no compromise.

…

I stand alone.

--"I Stand Alone" from Quest for Camelot

And love just took me by surprise
Looking through your eyes

--"Looking Through Your Eyes" from Quest for Camelot

"Move!"

The cry came during one of Logan's Danger Room sessions, just before a flying disc would have smacked Iceman in the face.

Luckily the Ice Mutant was paying attention (hey, there's a first time for everything, right?) and dodged gracefully, sending Berzerker a thumbs-up in thanks.

Logan grunted, watching from the control room. Nearby, Storm quirked an eyebrow at him but stayed silent.

"What?" he grumbled, frowning as he crossed his arms.

"It's nothing," Ororo replied, her gaze focused on the two boys, who had been assigned extra DR sessions after a prank involving several gallons of paint.

Logan watched the boys for a moment, then sighed and informed them, "All right, that's enough for today. You can go wash the Blackbird now."

As the boys rushed out of the room, Wolverine growled after them, "Make sure Scott supervises!"

When the doors had closed behind the teens, Logan turned to face Ororo.

"I've known you long enough to know that it's not 'nothing,' 'Ro."

She glanced at him and sighed, knowing he was right.

"It's just," she began, looking her colleague in the eye, "for all your talk of teamwork and such, you seem incredibly…" She struggled to find the right word, finally settling on "hypocritical."

Logan opened his mouth to reply, but Ororo cut him off by continuing, "Especially now that the world knows of our existence. It's as if you're retreating, distancing yourself from us."

Her gaze softened as she admitted, "You worry me."

"Storm," Wolverine scowled at her observations, "you know what I've been through—what all of those kids have gone through—and still go through."

"That does not mean they will be bitter forever, Logan," Storm replied, her voice soft but her gaze stern, "or close themselves off from the rest of the world."

He grunted, and she insisted, "People will learn. They are learning. Someday, we will be accepted."

Ororo stepped closer to Logan, her eyes pleading as she gently laid a hand on his arm.

"Please, Logan. Please stop hating the world."

Logan's scowl intensified as he snapped, "It hates me. I'm just returning the gesture."

Ororo began to speak, but Logan interrupted.

"The world did this to me!"

He unsheathed the claws of his right hand, brandishing the adamantium just inches from Storm's face.

To emphasize, Wolverine nicked his wrist, letting Ororo watch as the blood flowed and dried as the cut healed.

Ororo was calm as she gripped his hand in both of hers, again looking the feral Mutant directly in the eye.

"This," she informed him softly but sternly, "is a gift."

Wolverine grunted and slipped his claws back into hiding with a scowl, but Storm's look stopped him from complaining.

"You have to stop seeing your abilities as a curse and start seeing them as beneficial," she insisted.

Logan snarled, but Ororo's gaze kept him otherwise silent.

The Weather Witch sighed, moving their hands so his rested on each of their chests, over their hearts.

"You see? We are the same," she whispered, dropping his hands and turning to leave the room.

"'Ro," Logan declared, tugging on her wrist and pulling her back in front of him.

Her hands went up to push away from his embrace, but his arms circled behind her, one on her lower back and the other on her jaw, holding her in place.

Ororo stared at him, unsure, but his gaze—stern yet somehow soft and needy—startled her.

She turned her face away from him, sighing, "Logan, I…"

Logan interrupted her, cupping her chin and bringing her face back to meet his gaze.

He didn't speak but instead tipped his head, bringing his face just millimeters from Ororo's, chuckling to himself as he realized she wasn't wearing heels.

He held her gaze for a moment before closing the gap, sliding his hand to her neck, and kissing her as gently as he knew how.

He grinned when her hands, still on his chest, curled around his shirt and she tried to pull herself even closer.

After a few moments, Logan started when he felt something like water dripping onto his arm and pulled back, frowning in confusion.

"'Ro?" he asked, the hand on her neck slipping up and over so his thumb could brush away the tears trickling from her eyes.

Ororo dropped her head to his chest, the tears soaking through his shirt.

Awkwardly, Logan patted her back, not sure what was happening.

"'Ro?" he ventured again. "Are you…okay?"

He felt the fabric of his shirt move up and down, then side to side—she was nodding and shaking her head, indecisive.

"Hey," Logan almost whispered, drawing Ororo's head back up so he could look her in the eye. "What's the matter, darlin'?"

Ororo waved the question away, and Logan frowned.

Was she…laughing?

"'Ro, you're kinda scarin' me," he tried, staring.

"I'm sorry, Logan," his companion stammered, wiping at her tears. "It's just…"

She sighed, controlling herself for the most part, though the laughter was still there, in her eyes, as she explained, "I'm just…relieved."

Logan quirked an eyebrow, about to speak, but Ororo silenced him with a kiss that had him, for lack of a better term, shaking in his boots.

As Storm pulled away, releasing his shirt and stepping back, Wolverine sank down onto the countertop near the control panel, running a hand through his hair.

He was at a loss for words, but it didn't matter: Ororo only smiled, winked, and left the control room. Which, when he thought about it, was really uncharacteristic...

Logan breathed deeply, trying to slow his racing heart and process everything that had just happened.

So, he and Ro were…what?

He'd always figured they were just friends and colleagues, not more.

He hadn't thought it was possible for them to be more than that.

But now…

Wolverine shook his head, clearing the thoughts out.

This is so confusing.

His mind reeled. Should he confide in Chuck?

Heck no.

But… maybe it would help.

A growl of frustration left his lips as he stood, stalking out of the room to go find the Professor.

Notes: Am I lame or what? Haha. What an ending.

But I do love Logan. He's one of my favorites. At first I kinda hated him, 'cause he's so…rough. But I've started enjoying his soft side! =)

Also, I have no experience with kissing, so what you get is my imagination! And ideas from other stories/movies, etc.

Words: 1020

Time: Several hours over several days.

Influences, Borrowed Ideas, and Other Random Crap:

dragonchic's Desert Rose series (Desert Rose, Gotcha, Taming of the Beast).

The "countertop" is seen around the five-minute mark of Ep. 3, "Rogue Recruit." Scott is leaning his hands on it. Apparently no buttons. Sweet.

I dunno why Ro was there. She just was.

And Logan wasn't wearing his uniform because… er. Who cares? He just wasn't. He's entitled to comfort, yeah?

Uhm, maybe other stuff I can't think of right now.

So totally working on a second chapter as you read this. There may be a third…