Anti-Strange and Strange
He was anti-strange, the sanest and most serious guy you'll ever meet, sure he had his moments of humour but even then is was dry and hardly funny. She was his opposite, utterly and completely, she was mental, crazy and strange. She was all of them. You'd expect they would annihilate each other and for a while they did. There was never any peace in the mansion and their advanced hearing allowed them to argue five rooms away from each other. It annoyed Strom to no end.
There were bets, two sets of them, Hank and Rouge were keeping track of when they would finally get together, Storm and Bobby were betting how long the mansion would last their fights. They both ended on the same day.
They, like all couples, had their fights, theirs more physical than most. Most of them ended with Logan in the medical room, some with her. But they loved each other, more than anyone could comprehend. Sometimes you would catch him watching her with so much adoration that you had to look away. She was lively and he was not, but she'd changed him.
They had a child, a beautiful girl, a normal girl. They were both ecstatic, him more so. Her pregnancy was terrible, everyone was wary of what she'd do next. One time she burnt down his bike because she was bored, turns out she'd already brought him a better one.
Like always Magneto ruined it, he had to interfere with their happiness. It was his fault he was here now, their daughter was here now...she was here now. It was his fault that their daughter was crying, that he was crying but she wasn't. It was his entire fault that everyone was in shock and couldn't move to save her. It was his fault the gun went off, aimed for their daughter but, hitting the mother. His fault that her blood was seeping into his shirt and dripping onto the pavement. What would he do without her? Nothing he couldn't live without her. He couldn't even live for his daughter.
He left with her body; he buried her in the forest where they met. He built a memorial out of wood because she liked it; a tiger, her symbol. His footsteps still mark the ground even after the rain and his scent still lingers. No one knows what happened to him, or where he is know, or even if he's forgotten her like the others, but he will never forget.
It was true for them that opposites attract.
Really short one shot, the first one I have done ever! I tried to make it bitter sweet, as they say, and I hoped it worked. I'm sorry that I'm not being fast with my other stories but I'm having a bit of writers block, stick with me I will get there in the end. Review if you liked it please they really do make my day.
Love Charlie x