Hello Readers,

This fic is an amalgam of a few stories that I have written over the years. Admittedly, it is a bit angsty in the beginning, because I love ROLO relationship drama, but I hope to pick up the pace and add some action and adventure moving forward. Enjoy!

Cheers,

Sherrí

P.S. – This story was written for fun. I don't own any of the characters and I am definitely not making any money off of this. Sooooo, I'd appreciate it if you didn't sue me…Thanks!

UPDATE: 3.29.2015

4 YEARS is a long time to wait for an update :-/ I'm going back through these chapters and making some changes as I've become a different writer since this story first began. I'll also be adding new chapters soon and very soon. Thanks so much for following.

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"Yah gonna do what now?" Logan stopped tightening a bolt on his motorcycle mid-crank and arched a think eyebrow towards Scott.

"I'm going to propose to Ororo" he replied nonchalantly as if he had just told Logan what time it was. Despite his heightened sense of hearing Logan was sure that he had heard incorrectly. "Propose what?" he asked dumbly.

"Marriage" Scott said as he adjusted his crimson sun shades and continued cleaning the wrench in his hand. It was obvious that Logan was trying to be funny, but Scott wasn't up for Logan's usual bull.

Logan swallowed the urge to laugh "What makes yah think you guys are ready fer somethin' like that?" his time was harsh and accusatory.

"What makes you think that we aren't'?" Scott retorted.

Logan cursed under his breath and turned his attention back towards his bike. The silence was full of loud unanswered questions that Logan refused to ask. Why should he care? Although he had always thought that Ororo could have made a better choice in a guy, he had never protested against their relationship. Ororo was a grown woman as she continuously reminded him and could make her own decisions. For two years her decision had been to date Scott. She could have had anybody, and she had chosen Scott. Playfully Ororo had suggested that the same could have been said about Jean's choice in choosing him. Although they had not been dating as long Logan found his relationship with Jean entertaining and safe. He knew that he wasn't in love with her...yet. That would come eventually, but right now they were just having fun.

Scott's jaw tightened as he said "Look. I love her, and I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy. She's unlike any other woman I have ever known."

"Maybe yah should put that in a card"

Scott ignored Logan's quip "I'm telling you because I know how she feels about you, Logan" For a moment Logan thought there had been a double meaning in Scott's statement. Storm was a knock-out no doubt about it, but he had never once made a move on her. They both had a mutual respect for the friendship that they shared. Sex would ruin everything…well maybe not everything, but it would definitely bring complications that Logan wasn't up to dealing with. Still he would have been lying if he had said he the thought had never crossed his mind. "And how's that? " he asked.

"You know she loves you. You're like a brother to her-I guess what I'm looking for is your blessing."

Logan laughed then "My blessin'? Shouldn't we be talking about Ororo's dowry first?"

Scott sighed and tossed the wrench into the nearby toolbox "I knew you would make jokes" he said and then turned to walk away.

"Don't be so sensitive, Nancy. I guess I didn't really think things were that serious between you two." Scott stopped at Logan's admission. "You think she'll say yes?" Logan added.

"We've talked about it." Then, Scott turned and continued to walk away.

"When yah gonna ask her?"

"This weekend at the Professors birthday party" he offered, and then slipped through the automatic doors.

Logan stood up looking at the empty doorway. Ororo, married? He was having a hard time seeing it. He had to admit that Scott was a nice guy, and he always treated Ororo with respect. He was always surprising her with flowers, chocolates, and other pussy whipped gifts.

Jean never asked for any of that stuff. She seemed content with sharing a pitcher of beer at a bar or Chinese takeout, and of course the sex...God did he enjoy the sex. In the beginning he'd had to teach her a few tricks, but she turned out to be a good student. Logan smirked, Scott probably only allowed them to do one position. Sissy.

"Good luck" he chuckled to himself and continued to fix his bike.

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The Professor was sure that he would vomit if he tested one more piece of birthday cake. Jean had ordered over twenty five samples and so far they had only gotten to five. Jean and Ororo sat on either side of him in search of his approval on the cake that would be served at this 70th birthday bash. Jean didn't seem to care that his face was dim with nausea; she wanted everything to be perfect. Ororo held his hand to comfort him. They both understood how demanding Jean was and they were trying to maintain a certain level of civility in all this.

"This one is called Lemon Passion" Jean offered the Professor a piece on the end of a fork.

Ororo held her hand up "No lemons Jean. He's allergic."

Jean frowned "He is? Since when?"

"Since the age of three I believe" The Professor offered. Jean placed the fork to the side in disappointment...she had never known the Professor to be allergic to lemons. "Well then try the Vanilla Almond, I'm sure you will love it." she said excitedly grabbing a fresh fork from the pile on the table and dipping into the next piece of cake. She offered it to the Professor and Ororo gently took the fork out of her hand "I'll taste it for you Professor" Charles looked at her thankfully as she took a bite and smiled.

"This is the one Charles."

"You haven't tasted the rest" Jean whined.

"No need," the Professor said "I trust that Ororo has chosen wisely. No more cake today, please."

Jean huffed and shrugged her shoulders, as she pulled out her party planning binder. She had everything planned down to the last detail. The Professor's birthday was a black tie affair with live music, extravagant decorations, and a firework finale. It was going to be a night to remember...in fact that was the theme she had dubbed the event and plastered onto the invitations in broad stroked romantic letters. Over two hundred guests had been invited. Even the Senator had RSVP'ed a spot for himself and his wife. The Professor was proud of Jean's diligence and was sure that it would turn out to be a magical night.

"Fine, but we still need to talk about the party favors and the appetizers. I was thinking crab cakes and mini quiche. What do you think?"

Ororo giggled and continued to devour the Vanilla Almond cake. Just as she took the last bite Scott popped his head into the dining area and smiled at the sight of her.

"You ready to go beautiful?"

Ororo crushed her platinum eyebrows together and looked at her wrist watch.

"Oh, I didn't realize it was that close," she kissed the Professor on the cheek and popped the last piece of cake into her mouth before she jumped up to head towards the door. "Give me ten minutes" she said brushing past him.

"Ten minutes for what?" Jean asked.

"We're just going to catch a movie, and then maybe hit the carnival."

"That sounds fun. Would you guys mind if Logan and I tag along?"

"Fine with me. But you might have a hard time prying him away from that bike."

Jean turned to the Professor, "I'm sorry Charles can we finish this later?"

He nodded in relief "By all means."

Jean patted the Professors hand and hurried past Scott.

"How's the planning coming along?" Scott asked the Professor."Jean is very...ambitious, but I am confident that things will turn out wonderfully." The Professor looked on at him curiously and then smiled ever so gently. "It's about time." he said simply.

Scott opened his mouth to comment and then shut it. There was no need to be surprised. He must have been wearing his excitement about proposing to Ororo on his sleeve.

"At least someone has some confidence." Scott observed.

"You shouldn't expect much from Logan. He's very protective of Ororo and Jean for that matter. It will be bit of an adjustment for him but he'll come around."

Scott nodded "I hope you're right."

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"I am telling you, Paul Newman has to be the sexiest man to have ever lived." Jean concluded.

Logan walked beside her languidly with his thumbs hooked inside his belt loops. He wasn't into the carnival outing. They'd gone to a revival screening of 'The Long Hot Summer' which he had surprisingly enjoyed. However, the prospect of being surrounded by children screaming gleefully and general merriment that came with carnivals annoyed him.

Scott had his arm tossed around Ororo's shoulders and she had one arm around his waist, which for some reason also annoyed him...On occasion he caught glimpses of him kissing her on her temple, whispering something in her ear or giving her a pat on her behind. Ororo would just smile or giggle in the girly way Logan always teased her about. He was so engulfed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Jean was trying to hold his hand. He looked down at their joined hands and felt an immediate urge to pull away; not because it was jean but because he wasn't to keen on public displays of affection. Jean smiled and then took a bite of the pink cotton candy she held on a stick in her other hand. Great. Now, thanks to Ro and Scooter, Jean was trying to be all cuddly. Jean held Logan's hand and because he didn't want to hurt her Logan let her.

Ororo smiled to herself, knowing that the small gesture of public affection Jean was requesting of him was eating Logan up on the inside. She made a mental note to tease him about it later. "Oooh, Lets go on the ferris wheel!" Jean chimed. She had been unusually excited the entire evening. Ororo thought that maybe it had something to do with Logan actually taking her somewhere that didn't involve beer or a bowl of trail mix. Jean had often confided in her that she wished Logan could be a little more romantic. He had his tender moments, but those were few and very far between. Likewise Ororo had said that sometimes she wished Scott was a little less romantic. Maybe not less romantic. Less predictable was more like it. She wanted a little spontaneity...especially in the bedroom. It was always good and nice. Hell, it was almost polite the way they made love. He always catered to her needs and made sure that they were met, but he often reproved her if she got a little aggressive. "I don't want to feel like I'm making love to a prostitute." he had said. By far the meanest thing he had ever said to her, and although he apologized for it later Ororo couldn't help but feel that deep down, perhaps Scott didn't think she was good enough for him.

"I don't do rides" Logan said blandly, even as Jean took off toward the short line to the ferris wheel.

"Why don't we add that to the list of things you don't do." Ororo said poking him in the rib.

"Yeah Logan, don't be such a square" Scott said releasing Ororo and running behind Jean.

Logan frowned. Scott was the last person who should have been accusing anybody of being square. "You know it's ok if you're afraid Logan." Ororo offered with an amused look on her face as they continued towards the line.

"It's not about fear. Ferris wheels are stupid. They just go in circles."

"Always the stubborn Wolverine" Ororo said as they stepped into the line. Logan just shrugged.

A few other patrons had managed to get there before they did. Jean and Scott ended up sitting in a car together.

"Next!" the operator yelled and Ororo immediately grabbed his hand and jerked his heavy frame with surprising force him into the free seat beside her. Before he could protest the operator was pulling the safety bar over their laps and they were being elevated into the sky.

They sat in silence for a few moments enjoying the immediate sights of trees sights of the faint city lights in the distance. Jean screamed from a separate car that she could see the mansion. Scott was enjoying himself, but had his attention drawn to Ororo as she sat beside Logan. Their car was slightly out of sight and he could only make out their legs.

Ororo hooked her arm with Logan's, and unlike his reaction to Jean Logan found himself moving a little closer to her. "So how are things?"

It was an open ended question but Logan knew she was referring to his relationship with Jean. It was something in her tone and the fact that over the years they had developed a bit of a shorthand in their conversation. She could often tell what he was thinking and vice versa. There was very little that she could hide from him that he couldn't read on her face or in her body language. "Fan-freakin-tastic." He replied, "We'll be pickin' out curtains any day now."

"You can save the attitude Logan, it's just me now," she said quietly. Logan realized that he was being defensive for no apparent reason. He didn't have to be that way with Storm. He squeezed her bare knee in apology, and Ororo laid her head on his shoulder in quiet acceptance. Then, for a brief moment Logan felt the urge to kiss her on her forehead. He had had fantasies about Ororo before, it was hard not to, but none of those fantasies involved subtle displays of affection like a forehead kiss. The moment passed, and he immediately felt uncomfortable. Logan unhooked their arms and scooted away a little. Ororo looked at him strangely "You okay?"

He didn't reply. "Logan?"

Out of nowhere he said "Have yah ever wondered what it would be like if-you know?"

Ororo gave a small smile "Jean's the telepath, Logan."

Logan cleared his throat. He had no idea where this was coming from, but his curiosity pushed him forward "If we were more than friends."

Ororo thought for a moment, searching her mind for a justification for the question. There was none that was readily available to her. Although, she was unsure as to where this conversation was going Ororo decided that the best thing to do would be to answer honestly. She had nothing to hide from Logan. He was one of her best friends. "I suppose I've thought about it, maybe once or twice, but that was a long time ago. I'm with Scott now, and in case you haven't noticed it's kind of serious", she said giving him a playful nudge with her elbow.

Logan wasn't laughing. Instead he nodded his head, "So yah would say yes."Ororo frowned then "Yes? Yes to what?-"

Logan didn't respond which irritated her. Hadn't they all been having fun? Why did she feel like that was all about to be ruined? "Logan, What is all this-?"

"Scott's gonna propose to yah at the Professor's birthday party" he blurted and she looked at him dumbly. "You hear what I said?"

"Yes I heard you!" she replied the words swirling around in her head like the fumes of a cold shot of whiskey "How do you know?"

"He told me earlier today. He wanted to get my blessin' so-tah-speak."

"I'm sure it was supposed to be a surprise."

"I'm sure it was," he said without conviction.

"Asswhole" Ororo said through clenched teeth. She wanted to slap him. Ororo cursed under her breath and they continued to sit in silence for a few painful moments. No, he shouldn't have told her, but he had to know…

"Storm—"

"I need you to be quiet now," Ororo said her eyes focused on a screw that clenched the safety bar across their laps.

Logan clamped his mouth shut and left her alone. He looked at her then. His eyes studying the side of her face. What was going on inside that beautiful head of hers?

"I'm sorry," he mumbled and although it was an apology her shoulders still tightened at the sound of his voice. One thing was for sure he was the last person she wanted to be around at this very moment.

"I shouldna' - the thing is-You and Scott bein' married is –" Logan stopped. Christ, what was he trying to say? Logan let it go unsure of what words he could say to fix all of this.

Slowly, Ororo began to realize…Logan was jealous. Why was he jealous? He had no reason to be. Even if she and Scott got married they would still be close friends. Nothing would ever change that.

She softened a bit, "I love Scott. And I will always care for you, but you can't let the idea of losing me confuse you into thinking that our friendship is more than what it is."

There, he had his answer although for the life of him he couldn't think of what he was asking her to begin truth was that he truly hadn't imagined her settling down. If she married Scott then eventually they would have kids and maybe one day move out of the mansion. Where would that leave him? He wasn't even sure how long this thing with Jean would last. Ororo had said once before that it would be hard for any woman to love him, because he wasn't the 'sticking around' type. Ororo grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his and he held onto her tightly.

Logan pursed his lips and nodded. Maybe he was confused about his feelings. He hated the idea of her belonging to another man...perhaps it was that brotherly overprotective thing that was amplified because of his heightened senses. Logan used his free hand to cup her cheek and kissed her temple just as Scott was prone to doing. The feel her her soft skin against his mouth sent a warm sensation to the center of his chest. He could see why Scott liked to kiss her there so much. Ororo closed her eyes for a brief moment and took this gesture as Logan's silent understanding of where she stood. When she opened her eyes he was looking straight at her. His eyes darted between the deep sapphire pools of her eyes and her full lips. Ororo gently put her hand over his as he continued to cup her cheek and tried to pull it away. Instead he slid his hand behind her neck and dipped his head closer towards her mouth.

"Logan don't" she pleaded breathlessly and pressed her hand against his hard chest. Logan stopped for a moment, his eyes searching her, asking her questions she didn't want to answer. She felt out of control with Logan holding her in his arms the way he had never done before and looking at her in a way that sent a shiver to her thighs It was almost as if he held all of her strength in his gaze. Logan enjoyed the feel of her soft platinum blonde hair between his fingers, and inhaled the sweet scent of jasmine she had sprayed on her skin. He looked at her lips again and in spite of her protest leaned in to kiss her, and Ororo stiffened in his arms "I said, no" she protested again, this time her tone was solid and harsh as if she were scolding a dog for relieving himself on the floor. Logan stopped again the light that had been in his eyes suddenly dimming at her second protestation. Ororo took his hesitation as an opportunity to push him away. His heavy frame didn't allow her to push him very far, but it was enough for him to get the point.

Logan sat still as Ororo scooted as far away from him as she could. They took the last few turns in total silence and by the time they exited Scott and Jean were waiting for them at the end of the off ramp. Ororo hurried past Logan, rejecting the offer of his hand to help her out of the seat and went into Scott's arms. Logan stood beside Jean as he watched them retreat. Jean kissed him on the cheek and grabbed his hand.

"Wasn't that fun?" she asked. Logan didn't reply. He simply maneuvered his hand away from Jean as elegantly as he could manage and began to follow Scott and Ororo to the parking lot.

Ororo's reaction to their near kiss made him feel dirty. It wasn't fare to Jean or Scott what he had done, but he couldn't help but feel as if what he did was what needed to be done. He had to admit that there was something dangerously right about holding Ororo in his arms and touching her. Didn't she feel it too? No, she was so angry with him maybe she didn't feel the same way. He couldn't ignore that. Yet despite her anger he had felt something else...it was ever so small, but he felt it for a brief moment. She had wanted to kiss him, he was sure of it.