Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved Jack
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence
Summary: A moment with Logan and Ororo in the heat of battle.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine, Ororo "Storm" Munroe, and the X-Men are & TM Marvel comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He was going down. There were too many of the enemy, and they were all around him, clubbing him, beating him with everything they had at their disposal. His healing factor had kept him going at first, but now he was running on sheer determination and adrenaline. There were too many, and he feared he wasn't going to make it out alive this time for every one he threw off, at least two more pounded him back down.
He was lost to the grunts, howls, and screams of battle or so he thought when the distant rumbling he'd heard before sounded again. This time, it was louder and filled with far more ferocity. He heard a primal scream and thought, for a fleeting moment, that he heard a woman's voice crying his name. Then he knew it to be true as howling winds threw his enemies off of him and he found himself staring up into the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.
Her eyes always fit her mood, and he could read her plainly through them. He knew when she was sad, when she was happy, when she was hiding something, when she was lonely though people were all around them, when she felt again like a joyous little kid, and when, at times like now, she was Mother Nature unleashing her full fury on those unfortunate souls who had angered her.
She was gorgeous, Logan thought again, far more gorgeous than anything he'd ever seen before. With her winds howling like a banshee and flapping her silver cape and snow white hair all around her and her cocoa skin barely showing against the darkest clouds he'd ever seen, the kind that only she could whip up out of nowhere, she was beauty personified.
He watched his enemies begin to run from her, shouting terrified cries as they trembled from thunder claps, dodged lightning bolts, and ran from tornadoes. His body shook slightly as he pulled himself back together quite literally, but once he was standing again and watching the fury his beloved Weather Goddess unleashed on her victims because they had dared to harm him, Logan threw his head back in rough laughter.
Pride surged through him. They were getting their just desserts not from his claws but from a source far more deadly all because they had dared to harm him and been unlucky enough to get caught by his woman. His laughter chilled his enemies even more, and then he was back in the fight, slicing and dicing not because he had to but because he wanted just a little more fun.
The End