Let It Rain

Time: After the third movie.

Disclaimer: I got a secret… shh, don't tell anyone … I don't own these characters. No really it's true. I just like to imagine that I do. Lol.

Side note: I'm using the comic book version of Ororo. Meaning she'll be tall, and have blue eyes.

It was late at night and the hallways were quiet as Logan headed to Xavier's old office, where he knew he'd find Ororo. He stopped beside the open door and could see Ororo seated behind several piles of paperwork; he could tell that she had been like this for awhile. A small feeling of guilt emerged from within him for a second before he brushed it away. His hand tightened on the handle of his bag as he stepped inside the room. He stood there for a few seconds before she noticed his presence.

"Logan, whatever it is, it can wait until later, I have too many things to …" The end of her sentence died on her lips as she looked up and saw the duffle bag in his hand. Her body suddenly became tense. "You are leaving." It wasn't a question.

"Yea, I'm heading north for a little while."

"Fine," she said, and went back to her paperwork as if dismissing him.

Logan's jaw clenched as anger began to boil inside him. Her indifferent attitude pissed him off more than he wanted to admit.

Ororo looked back up and noticed that he had not left. "What are you still doing here, I thought you were leaving?"

"You know this ice queen act is getting real fucking annoying." He walked up to her desk.

"What do you want from me Logan? Were you expecting me to beg you to stay, to try to change your mind?" Ororo tired not to raise her voice as her frustration over this situation began clouding her judgment. She didn't know whether she was angry with him for leaving when she still needed him, or with herself for hoping that this day would never come. It had been 2 months since the battle against Magneto, 2 months since they lost Jean, Scott and the Professor; 2 months since Logan had surprised her by choosing to stay and help her with the school. She had almost fooled herself into believing that he would not leave; but now as he stood before her with his bag in hand, she realized how inevitable this moment had been. "If you want to leave, then leave. I certainly will not stand in your way." She struggled to make sure her voice did not quiver as she said this.

Logan's sensitive hearing did not miss the tiny hint of uncertainty in her tone. Even though she spoke as if she could care less whether he stayed, Logan knew better. Over the last several weeks they had been forced to learn how to coexist with one another, how to see pass each other's façades, and most importantly how to trust one another. And so Logan knew she was lying, knew that she was just pretending not to care, knew that she really didn't want him to go. Or at least he had hoped so. A part of him was afraid that he might be wrong, and while another part feared what it meant that he wanted her to care.

Logan was about to open his mouth to reply but stopped himself and watched as she sighed and looked back down at the paper in front of her. It was then that he noticed the slightly dark circles under her eyes, and the few strands of pure white hair that had already begun to escape from her tightly wrapped bun. He wanted to reach out and tuck the strand hairs behind her ear, but quickly shook himself free of that urge.

He knew that she had not been getting much sleep, and he also knew that with him gone things would only get more hectic for her. However he had convinced himself that he had to leave, had to go before he became too attached to this place, too attached to her. Though at the moment he felt as if it had already become too late. In an instant his anger had vanished, a feat that Ororo was able to unknowingly do from time to time.

"I'll be back in a few months." He finally said.

"Make sure you tell the children you are leaving. I do not want to have to explain to them why you have chosen to leave them after all that has happened." She didn't bother look up as she said this.

"You make it sound like I'm fucking abandoning them." His anger had returned.

"Well, are you not?" Her eyes met his, and for a moment she was unsure whether she was talking about the children or herself.

Logan saw a flash of sadness in her eyes that vanished so quickly that he thought he had imagined it. "You know that I'm not."

"Then what would you call it?"

"Look I just need to get away from this place for a while. I said that I'd be back." He unconsciously said the last part softer.

"Well unlike you some of us do not have the option to get up and leave our problems behind. Some of us can not simply run and hide when something unfortunate occurs."

"Unfortunate!" He dropped his bag on the floor and slammed his hands against her desk. "What fucking happened was not unfortunate. Unfortunate is when some asshole steals your car, or when the damn company you've been working for, for 20 years lays you off. No Darlin, what happened wasn't unfortunate, it was fucking devastating. Or have you fucking forgotten?"

Ororo quickly rose from her chair. "Do not dare speak to me as if what happened meant nothing to me! Do you honestly believe that a day goes by where I am not plagued with the memories of what happened? In just a few short days I lost my family, again. I am hurting just like you are."

"Well you sure as hell don't act like it." Even before the words had fully left his mouth, he knew he had gone too far.

"Get out." Her voice was gravely low, as unshed tears filled her eyes.

"Look Ro …" he tried in vain to apologize, something that surprised even him.

"I said GET OUT!" A clap of thunder accented her words as her eyes turned white. Something inside her had snapped.

TBC

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