A/N: For those of you who aren't reading my other story, let me explain how this works. Basically, I decided that instead of writing a bunch of song fics or a full length novel story, I could put together little ficlets based on the songs that inspired me to write them. I am grouping them by relationships and therefore will be doing several at a time. I believe I am going to try and find 10 songs for each pairing while trying not to repeat any. However, I'm not sure that's going to happen. The pairings and the links to the songs (as I post them) are on my homepage if you would like to listen to the song before/while/after you read my ficlet.
This pairing is Ororo/Logan. The first story is based off the song Better Than Me by Hinder. The link is on my homepage! Thanks again for reading!
Logan sat on the edge of his bed as the morning sun began to enter his room. It was supposed to be a beautiful day and he couldn't even bring himself to laugh at the irony. It killed him to even remotely think about anything relating to the weather. But now it didn't matter; she left yesterday and never looked back.
His stomach growled, but Logan didn't move. He couldn't face going downstairs, because everyone knew why she left. Scrutiny was the last thing he needed and she meant the world to those kids. The worst part was they all heard the fight. Never before in that mansion had she ever raised her voice. But that night the gloves came off…
"Why do you have to be so stubborn, Logan?" Ororo's voice bit harshly through the seemingly quiet mansion. It wasn't a yell; she never yelled. That would change today.
"Why can't you just lay off?"
"Because I'm not going to let you throw away everything you have made here."
"I ain't some pity case, 'Ro!" She had shaken her head at that
"Pity case? Is that what you think this is?"
"That's not what I meant and you know it," growled Logan, exiting her room, but he never had a chance to slam the door; she was right behind him.
"Why do you have to run away?" There was true anger in her blue eyes- a rarity in the calm woman. "You leave, drink, get into some fight, find some tramp to sleep around-"
"That's not true!" He whipped around to meet her eyes. She was so damn tall. "I'd never-"
"Never what? Cheat on me? That would mean we would be in some sort of relationship!" Ororo smirked. "That would mean you would actually have to make a commitment for once…and we all know that could never happen!"
"I'm sorry I'm not as noble as you, Ororo, truly- how can I ever amount up?" Sarcasm dripped off his steel tongue. Logan started down the stairs, but before he got to the bottom, he turned around again. "Why are you so fucking concerned anyway? I'm not some child who needs their ass saved- that was you."
"Watch your language!" she barked back. He could tell he hurt her with the child remark. And they both knew everyone could hear them now; both of them were practically screaming. "I was not trying to save you, Logan. And I never needed saving…I've always been able to survive."
"What about Apocalypse? Had that handled did you?" Ororo's lack of reply showed just how deep that comment cut. "You still haven't told me what the fuck you want, 'Ro."
"I thought I wanted you." The truth was surprising for her to say, but Logan was already on a role.
"Why the hell would you want me? Can't you do any better?" Ororo blinked in shock.
"Are you serious?" She followed him down the stairs. "I am the only good thing you ever had! Trust me; there are plenty of men I could love who would treat me so much better."
"Fine. Go fuck one of them for a change."
"Logan!"
"Shut up, Ororo. And let me live my own life." The pain he was inflicting was obvious as the wind shook the trees outside, but he couldn't let it go. "I don't know why you always have to be in control, but get over it."
"You want to live your own life, fine- live it without me." Her voice was so low; he barely heard it over the thunder. The anger and yelling was gone from her voice, but what replaced it was even scarier. "Go run off like you always do. But this time, I won't be here when you decide to come home. I'm done."
That was two nights ago. She left the next morning for Africa. No one had gotten the chance to talk to her, but everyone knew why she left. Which was why Logan was receiving the silent treatment.
To be honest, Logan couldn't figure out how he felt about her leaving. On one hand, he had been a complete jerk to her. He didn't blame her for leaving. He was so screwed up: the nightmares, the drinking, the way he only wanted to pick a fight or have sex. All he had was bitterness; an anger toward the entire world.
Ororo had it just as bad when she was a child- orphaned at a young age; separated from her only family; growing up on the streets; living as a thief; being used and abused by all the men in her life. Including him. Logan didn't have an excuse for the way he acted. She had the same problems- the claustrophobia, her overwhelming powers that could so easily get out of hand if she didn't have perfect control. That's why she needed that control… she never had it when she was younger. On that side- he knew perfectly well why she had walked away.
But how could she have walked away from all the good? He loved that woman more than anything else in the world. For a time there, everything was so good; she was so perfect and understanding. His perfect woman.
Logan pulled her down on top of him in bed, breathing hard against her neck. They moved together, he not being able to control himself any longer. The effect she had on him was tantalizing. Ororo moaned into his mouth as his hand crept down her perfect body. Flipping her over to take control, Logan couldn't imagine a more beautiful image than the way she looked right now. White hair spiraled out on her pillow; her sweaty body pressed beneath his; her blue eyes clouding over with white, begging him to continue.
Or that time in the Danger Room after a sparing session. He always admired the way she fought with every ounce of her being. It was all that raw emotion- the raw power that she delivered punch after kick after hit. Logan learned just how flexible she really was; the way she pushed him to the limit.
Nothing could be better than that day on the X-Jet in the changing room. Such a small amount of space, but the best sex either one had ever experienced.
Sometimes it was just her smile or her presence in the room that would calm him. Her scent was like a high and the way she laughed, moved, talked, and breathed was all so perfect. So, angelic. Like the goddess he considered her to be.
But that was all over now. She had left and if she ever came back, it would not be for him. It would be for the kids downstairs- for the X-Men. Knowing her, knowing how loyal, brave, and passionate she was for doing the right thing, she would return. And that was going to kill him.
He would have to face her everyday- remembering how he had screwed up. And at some point she would move on- give all that precious love to someone else. Logan just thought he had been messed up before he came to the X-Men and found Ororo; after was going to be so much worse.
However, that isn't what mattered. What mattered was that she was going to finally be happy. He only slowed her down. Ororo was the kind of woman who deserved so much better than someone like Logan. She could do so much better…
