Disclaimer: Ororo and Logan belong to Marvel comics and I don't own any of the mentioned X-Men characters in this story. A/N: This story was inspired by the new Madonna movie, "Swept Away", which is a remake of an Italian movie. I chose to use Ororo and Logan because they are one of my favorite couple pairings and I thought Logan's personality would give the original character the "chauvinist" and "unruly" side a more vivid image (also Logan is suppose to be tall in this story!). Ororo on the other hand would have an uptight almost snobbish manner and especially prominent around Logan, in which she becomes really nasty and mean. Btw, the words between the asterisks * means thoughts.

SWEPT AWAY

"Intrusion"

The gleaming white cruise ship of the Cortana, sailed luxuriously across the Pacific Ocean. The clear weather and sunny sky made the passengers of this liner more cheerful than usual. For days it had been clear sailing and everybody is having a great time.

Ororo was in good spirits herself. For she, the weather goddess, couldn't hope for a better climate than this. The bright red sun casting its rays across her bare shoulders and her long white, almost translucent hair reflected the sun's hot waves. Leaning against the side of the Cortana, shielding her eyes against the glare of the sun in the waters, she could almost see the numerous tropical fishes that swam beside the luxury liner.

*This place is so beautiful! I can't believe I never thought of traveling on a cruise ship before! Instead, I was worried about taking a leave of absence and leaving the team for two weeks. Maybe I should cut this vacation short, it's getting pretty lonesome out here by myself. I haven't been able to start a conversation with anyone since I boarded the ship. I really miss Jean, I could always count on having a relaxing conversation with her. *

As Ororo's thoughts turned to Jean and the X-Men team. Near the far wall of the cabin behind Ororo, stood a distinct outline of a tall figure, and at the tip of its lips a cigar dangled dangerously near the corner of the mouth. In two strides the dark stranger loomed behind Ororo's slim form. And just as silently and quickly made his presence known to the woman in front of him.

When the tangy scent of the tobacco barely reached Ororo's nose, she knew instinctively who the intruder was.

Logan.

Slowly turning around to face her fellow X-Men teammate, Ororo was quietly astonished that Logan was on the same ship as she was. Her mind wheeled with a million questions and assumptions.

"What a surprise to see you here," Ororo stated politely. At the sound of her voice, Logan's lips curl into a smile.

"Same here, darlin'," Logan replied.

"Are you by any chance trying to search for your past by traveling down here in the South Pacific?" Ororo asked.

"Maybe." Logan answered. "Maybe, I am just taking a break from it all."

"Well I am here on vacation, taking time off from the team." Ororo replied back.

"Haha! Right, a workaholic like you on vacation?!" Logan laughed incredulously. Dark eyes shining in merriment.

"I am not a workaholic?!" Ororo exclaimed. Obviously she knew that Logan was teasing her, but it irked her nonetheless, because although she won't admit it herself, she was logging in too much time at the mansion. With her teaching history classes, her obligations as an X-Men leader and a mentor to some of her students and teammates, Ororo was handling a full plate back at home.

"I have every intention to enjoy myself these two weeks and I am not going to allow you to ruin my vacationing time." Ororo replied with great effort to hide her annoyance. She turned and walked off in graceful strides towards her own cabin. Her long hair swaying in the sun.

*We'll see about that* Logan smirked.