It's ROLO time again!

This story is A/U. The gang is once again in high school, and I threw in some characters from comic verse to spice it up. Just a nice little story that I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 1

It was a peaceful spring night at Xavier's School for the Gifted and Talented.

Peaceful for all but one.

16 year old Ororo Munroe had drifted off to sleep about an hour ago. Soon after falling asleep, she found herself trapped in a familiar nightmare. She was surrounded on all sides by fallen bricks and debris, screaming and crying for her mother. Ororo could see her, just outside of her reach surrounded by a white light. N'Dare was smiling with her arms outstretched to Ororo, beckoning her to come to her.

Suddenly, N'Dare's face became distorted with pain. Tears of blood ran down her face. A dark, shadowy figure surrounded her and began squeezing the life out of her.

Heat…Ororo felt heat building inside of her.

Her head began to ache and she felt suffocated in the small space. Her body started to spasm.

Oh Goddess, why did her head hurt so badly, and why was it so hot! Ororo gripped her head trying to stop the pain. Her eyes snapped open and electricity began shooting out of her eyes, mouth and fingers. She tried to control it, but she could not. She hit her mother square in the chest with a lightening bolt causing her mother to explode.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" the scream ripped through her throat as she sprang up from her pillow.

Large arms surrounded her petite frame and held her to a solid chest. "It's alright Ro, I got ya. Wake up darlin. It's just a dream, wake up." A soothing deep voice crooned in her ear.

Breathe…

Someone was holding her.

Open your eyes…

She knew that voice, that smell.

It was not real…

She was safe. It was just a dream.

"Logan." Ororo, said still trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah darlin, it's me. Calm down." He smoothed her sweaty hair from her face.

Ororo closed her eyes, still gripping Logan's tee in her hands.

She hated that dream. It visited her frequently for the past 10 years.

Sometimes it would end with her killing her father, or even Charles Xavier.

No matter what the ending, someone she loved always died because of her.

"Thank you." she whispered as she finally opened her eyes, staring into a pair of steel grey eyes that were full of concern.

"No problem, Ro. Was it the usual one?"

This was not the first time he had come to her room to find her in the throes of a nightmare.

He knew how terrifying they could be. He had plenty of his own.

"Yes. No matter how many times I have the dream, it is always like the first time. I hate it." Ororo once again closed her eyes and buried her face into his shirt.

Logan really did not have any response to that. He could think of nothing to say to make her feel better.

Nothing anyone ever said to him ever made him feel better.

In fact, it only made him angry.

He hated when someone would say, "I know how you feel, I had a nightmare too."

Yeah right, he would think.

He wished for nightmares.

Logan was plagued with flashbacks of a past he could not recall while awake. His lost memories haunted him in the dead of night.

When he would awake drenched in sweat, there was no telling himself it was just a dream.

Ororo, unfortunately, seemed to be plagued by distorted memories mixed in with nightmares.

Although Logan hated not remembering who he was, he think he preferred that to reliving the real death of his parents over and over again.

They remained like that, reclined on her bed with Ororo safely held in Logan's embrace.

It was not an unfamiliar scene.

Logan and Ororo were the best of friends, and they would often visit each other late at night, eventually falling asleep together.

10 minutes had passed before Ororo finally loosened her grip on Logan's shirt and opened her eyes to look at him.

Grey eyes looked into blue eyes, both in understanding.

She did not want to talk about the dream, and he knew not to pry. He had been there to comfort her, and that was all that mattered.

Ororo sat up a bit to look at her alarm clock.

1:22 am.

"Logan, why did you come to my room so late?" She asked as she laid her head back down on his chest.

"Oh, I came ta ask ya fer a favor, but it can wait til tomorrow. Ya should try ta get some sleep" He said, knowing that she would not be going back to sleep for quite some time.

"It must have been important for you to come here, so go ahead and ask. I am not going to sleep anytime soon."

He looked down at her with a small smile.

"Ya know I don't need a reason ta come see ya darlin. Yer my favorite girl."

Ororo looked up at his wolfish grin and rolled her eyes.

"It must be quite a favor for you to be laying it on so thick. Now ask."

Logan hesitated before mumbling something in her hair.

Ororo would not have known he has spoken, except that she felt his chest rumble. She sat up so that her back was against the headboard as well.

"I am sorry, Logan, I did not catch that. Could you repeat it?" Ororo teased. She loved seeing the big bad Wolverine all shy. It was cute.

Logan let out a frustrated sigh.

" I wanted ya ta teach me how ta dance." He said with a grimace on his face.

Ororo was shocked by the request. Since when did Logan do things like dancing?

"Did you just ask that I teach you how to dance? Logan nodded his head in affirmation.

"Why?"

Logan got up off the bed and looked down at her.

"Why do ya need ta know why? The answer is either yes or no." He responded in an agitated voice.

Ororo stood up also so she could look him in the eye. She took his hand in a calming gesture. If Logan went on the defensive, she would never get her answer.

"Of course I will teach you how to dance my friend, I was just curious as to the reason why. You have never showed an interest before."

Logan could see the sincerity in her eyes, hear it in her voice. He could never really be mad at her.

"Well ya know tha Senior Social is at tha end of tha month and I thought I might go…" Logan's voice trailed off.

"And…" Ororo said encouraging him to finish.

"And, I was hoping ta ask Jeannie fer a dance."

Ororo's eyes took on a sympathetic gaze. "Oh Logan, why do you do this to yourself? You know…"

Logan removed his hand from hers and went to sit down on the bed again. He ran a rough hand over his face.

"I know, I know. She's with Scott. She likes me as a friend and nothing more…yeah yeah, I know."

Ororo moved to stand in front of him. "Then why do you do this to yourself? I know you care for her, and I can see how much her rejection hurts, no matter how nice she is about it. Why do you torture yourself?" She asked in a pleading voice.

Swiftly, Logan reached up and pulled her down on his lap. Ororo began running her small hands through his unruly locks, knowing that this gesture calmed him.

"Ya know, Ro, I don't remember if I ever been ta a fancy party or asked a girl ta dance. This will be a first fer me, and with my luck, probably tha last. I figure it should be with someone special. Jeannie is special ta me. I know she ain't mine ta have. I've even accepted that. I know a guy like me could never get a classy girl like her. But if she says yes, I'll have the memory forever."

Ororo pressed his head into her shoulder.

She hated that Logan did not think he was good enough, or worthy enough, to have someone who loved him like he deserved to be loved. She felt like he was torturing himself and setting himself up for disappointment, but she was his friend, and she would do as he asked, even if she did not agree.

"Alright, Logan, I shall help you. I just hope you know what you are getting yourself into my friend."

Logan let out a sigh of relief. "Thank ya Ro. I know it's asking a lot, helping me ta seduce your brother's girl." He said with a grin.

Ororo hit him on the shoulder. "I am doing no such thing!"

"I don't know Ro, after being in my arms, she may just dump Scooter."

"You keep it up, smarty pants and you will be on your own." She scolded him gently.

"I'm sorry." He said, though not looking sorry at all.

"Better. Now, how about we get started tomorrow afternoon. I can meet you after my lunch date with Forge."

Logan's face scrunched up in distaste at the mention of that name. Ororo knew that look well.

"Logan, please do not start on this again…" Ororo let out a weary sigh.

Forge

Logan absolutely hated the guy.

On the surface, he seemed like a great guy. He was a stellar athlete, straight A student, very easy on the eyes.

Every parents dream.

And Logan's nightmare.

Logan saw what others didn't see, or refused to see.

The eyes are the window to our souls, or so Logan had been told. In Forge's eyes, he saw a master manipulator. A sly, cunning individual, who only let his true self emerge when he felt no one else was watching.

He could smell what others could not smell.

Logan could smell his arousal when he was near Emma Frost. That didn't bother him so much though. She had one hell of a body, and if he was into screwing devious cold-hearted bitches, he would have done her six ways to Sunday.

No, what bothered him most, was the smell of lust when Forge was with Ororo.

It would become so thick, he would literally feel sick from it. He made it a point to routinely take in her smell to make sure he could not smell sex on her. If he did, Forge would be a dead man.

One wrong move, and Forge would find himself nutless. Let's see him invent a new pair of those, Logan thought.

He could hear what others didn't hear.

"It's only a matter of time before she gives it up", is what Logan heard Forge tell one of the guys on the football team.

He knew Forge was talking about Ro.

He wondered what Scott would think of his "best friend" if he heard him talking about his sister like that.

Logan knew all these things, but he kept most of it to himself.

Forge was the one and only thing he and Ororo ever disagreed about, and he was not about to lose her over it.

So he did what he had been doing, keeping a careful watch from afar.

"I'm not Ro. I just think ya can do better. Hell, I know ya can do better."

"And with whom shall I do better with? It is not like there is a line of guys waiting to ask me out." she said getting a little angry.

"Lots of guys like ya Ro. I'm always hearing guys talk bout how beautiful yer are, how nice ya are, how…"

"And yet Forge is the first and only boyfriend I have had. He was the only one who approached me and asked me out."

Ororo let out a frustrated breath and tried to calm down.

"Logan, I know you do not like him, and I know he is not very nice to you, but he likes me, and…and I am tired of being alone." She said the last part in a sad whisper.

Logan heard the sadness in her voice and smelled the hint of tears.

He knew how it hurt her to be left behind when Rogue and Kitty would go out with Bobby and Pete and she would be left home.

How she felt like the third wheel whenever Scott insisted she come out with him and Jean.

He understood why the male population stayed away from her. It wasn't because she wasn't desirable.

Hell, she was every boy's wet dream all wrapped up in one.

Probably a few girls too.

Ororo was too good to be true.

Logan may not have remembered his past, but just in recent years he learned that 95% of the girls and women who could be classified as a "10" were selfish, self-centered bitches.

They didn't have to be nice. Their physical beauty insured they could have whomever and whatever they desired.

It was the "average"…

…OK the "below average" looking chicks who had all the personality and charm because they had little else going for them.

Not his Ro.

She had beauty, brains, and a great personality.

He had never met anyone like her.

Not even Jeannie if he was honest. She could be a bitch when she wanted to be.

No, guys stayed away from Ororo because they all knew they were not good enough.

None among them worthy to dare touch such a goddess.

He understood how they felt.

Every moment they spent together, either chasing each other in the woods, or watching a movie, he often wondered why she was friends with him.

He had a bad temper, he was rude, and although more than a few women told him how sexy he was, surely he was not up to snuff for the likes of Ororo.

Yet, despite the grumblings of her dear Scott and Forge, she continued to steal away to spend time with him, and if either one of them spoke ill against him, she would defend him whole-heartedly.

All she desired was to be wanted, to belong, just like he did.

Even though he didn't agree with her choice, he would not begrudge her this "happiness."

He looked into her deep blue eyes. "Ro, as long as I'm around, yer never be alone, but I understand ya wantin ta be with him. Just do me a favor, be careful ok?"

Ororo wanted to ask what he meant by that, but on the other hand, did not want to get into another debate.

Instead, she wound her long, slender arms around his thick neck and whispered softly "I shall."

Logan smiled to himself and softly kissed her temple. He heard her breathing begin to even out and knew she would be asleep soon.

Taking her small body with him, he reclined them on her bed and covered them with the soft blanket.

Within minutes, they were both asleep, safe in each others arms.