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Chapter 2: The Accident

Logan sighed loudly, leaning his head against the steering wheel. He seriously needed to calm himself down before he sliced his claws through something and break it. After that small mini conflict in the kitchen, he felt exhausted. He just couldn't believe he was feeling like shit so early in the day. What the hell is wrong? Of course, as usual, he couldn't put a finger on it. Logan was an angry man for many reasons.

Sitting up, he started the engine and was ready to go when the door opened beside him, with Ororo sliding gracefully onto the passenger seat. Logan looked at her with raised brows, while Ororo just simply stared blankly back at him, like it was the most obvious thing in the world for her to do.

''What the hell are doing here?''

''I'm following you to get your beer.''

Logan felt his temper rise again. Why can't these people just leave him alone, let him lead his own damn screwed up life?

''Look. I ain't eight 'Ro, I can do this perfectly by myself. Just leave me.''

Ororo mimicked Logan's earlier actions, and sighed loudly, before turning to face him full on in his face.

''Logan. I do not know what is bothering you, but I shall not allow you to leave the mansion alone while you are at this state. At one of your rages.''

Logan gripped the steering wheel harder, his knuckles turning pale from the lack of blood flow. He was seriously getting pissed. Now he couldn't even go out alone? All he wanted to do was to drive down to some store, get his six pack and return to the mansion to nurse a cold beer. And he couldn't even do that. He gritted his teeth and replied in a venomous voice.

''I don't need no babysitting. Get out.''

''No.''

Fuck. Ororo could be a real pain in the ass when she put her mind to it. Why was it not the damned Cajun? He could have sworn that if it was him in the passenger seat, he wouldn't have wasted a moment to throw him out of the vehicle. But no, this was Ororo. He couldn't do that to her. Realising she was staying put and wouldn't go anyway, Logan stomped on the accelerator furiously and drove out of the mansion without another word, with Ororo settled comfortably beside him.

Ororo smiled triumphantly to herself, staring out the window as the vehicle zoomed past. Logan was really angry, and he was driving really fast. Well, at least I managed to convince him and stay in the car. She was unsure if he would have just flung her out of the door, or retreat to the mansion in failure. Settling deeper into her seat, she stole a glance at her friend.

He looked practically nightmarish, in her opinion that is. His hair was as wild as ever, growing around his cheeks and chin, unable to be tamed. His eyes looked deadly, and his mouth was curved downwards, in an apparently permanent scowl. She hardly ever saw him happy, laughing all his troubles away, just pure joy in his eyes. She wished she could see that one day though. Perhaps she should talk to the Professor about helping Logan when they got back.

Ororo returned to gazing at the trees and sky outside. We all are troubled 'Ro, nothing is what it seems, a gentle voice said in her head. She chose to ignore it, and instead, remained to be content staring through the glass.

Remy exhaled, blowing the smoke high into the air, watching it swirl and carried out through the window by the wind. He was content. Rogue and him were alone in the kitchen still, just relaxing and talking. He lost track of time as he continued to puff on the thing at his mouth.

Rogue laughed.

''You never do that when Storm's around sugah.''

''Stormy doesn' like Remy to smoke. So Remy doesn' smoke when she around, petite.''

''If she were 'ere, she'd have your head fer calling her that!''

Remy looked at Rogue, smiling. A smile that reached all the way to his eyes, something which always happens when he was talking about his best friend.

''Nah, she wouldn'. Stormy loves her Remy too much.''

Rogue smiled as well, happy to be in a conversation with the Cajun. She was about to reply when Remy suddenly sat upright.

''Oh non! Remy's supply o' smoke is running out too chere, just like 'de Wolverine's!''

Remy reached into his brown trench coat, pulling out his phone to dial Ororo, while Rogue just sat there opposite him, snickering.

Ororo looked through the windscreen, and could clearly see that it was getting busier. More vehicles were joining from various exits and congesting the road, but Logan drove on in his usual blistering pace.

''Logan, I think you should slow down a little. It's getting too crowded.''

Logan smirked, and instead, pressed down the accelerator, eager to prove his point.

''This is how I drive. Yer the one who wanted to be here. Yer don't like it, I'd be happy to stop so yer could fly back to the mansion.''

''This is not about that, Logan. It'll be dangerous if you - ''

Ororo was cut off by her phone screaming to be answered. Yanking it out, she rolled her eyes when she saw who it was and answered it, guessing what he needed.

''Stormy? Remy's out of smoke, chere.''

''Stop calling me that, I've told you a thousand times. And what would Remy like me to do about that?''

''Help me get some Stormy, please! You my friend, non?''

Ororo rolled her eyes again, when the car swerved suddenly and Logan started swearing and waving his fist in front of him.

''STUPID SCUMBAG!''

''Ah, 'de Wolverine still unhappy then? How surprising.''

Ororo grabbed the edge of the seat and was on the verge of tearing her hair out, temporarily forgetting about Remy.

''Logan, please! You must slow down! It isn't safe.''

But Logan wasn't listening, he just about had it with the world.

''I'll teach yer to cut me off like that, bub!'', before speeding up.

She held her phone to her ear and gripped the door handle as the car swerved violently to the right left again. Only this time round, the Goddess ran out of luck as Logan gave a loud ''SHIT!'', losing control of the car.

Ororo felt the impact first, and her vision clouded over, before she felt the piercing pain in her arm as she let out a yell. Everything was happening so fast, she barely registered it all. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, rapidly taking over her entire vision as she blacked out in what seemed to be an agonisingly slow process. With pain filling up her head entirely, she was unable to hear the frantic cries of her best friend.

''Stormy? STORMY?!

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