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The Marking-by PS
Part Seven
Then
It was the first night of Logan's being at the mansion, and everyone was at dinner that night.
Tables had been set up outside, and a feast had been prepared for everyone and students scattered the lawn, pushing at each other and laughing.
Logan was more interested in the people at his table though.
All of the adult X-Men sat there, eating and chattering all at once. But, one person in particular had caught his attention.
He had seen her when he had first arrived, but now he could see her more clearly.
She had caramel colored skin with long, shimmering white hair, and sparkling blue eyes that darted between the people she was talking to.
He was vaguely aware that the red-haired woman, Jean he thought was her name, was talking to him, but it was in that moment that the white-haired woman's head turned, and their eyes met...
Now
Logan stared serenly at Ororo as she poured her morning coffee.
Her white hair was up in a high ponytail, and she was dressed in a pair of jean capri's with a teal t-shirt. Logan and the beast thought she looked delectable.
He cleared his throat and she turned around slightly, just enough so that he could see half of her face, "yes Logan?"
He glanced away from her for a minute, "I just...will you have lunch with me today?"
She raised her eyebrows and took a sip of her coffee, "alright. Where?"
He thought quickly, the beast giving him hints, "how about by the Oak, I'll make us a picnic lunch."
She nodded, starting to leave the room, "alright Logan, but...maybe just sandwiches, I don't really trust your cooking."
He smiled, nodding his consent...
Ororo looked at herself in the mirror, happy that most of the children would be going home for summer, but, she was sad also, teaching was one of the only solid things in her life.
Besides Logan, something dark whispered in her mind. She pushed the unbidden thought away.
Sighing to herself she gathered up her bag and grabbed her agenda, making her way down to teach the last class of the year...
After handing in last minute work and hugs the students ran out the door, some for lunch, many for packing, and a few to enjoy the warmth of the day.
Ororo pulled at her ponytail and locked her door, making her way down into the backyard to the old Oak that she had claimed many years ago. It was now the tree that she shared with Logan, and she recalled the day that he had first started sharing it with her...
Then
She had been out in the night with only her thoughts as company when she heard someone behing her.
A lone figure approached her Oak tree, and at first she was startled, but then, she noticed that it was only Logan, and she calmed down.
"Logan," she bade, nodding her head calmly in greeting.
He had looked at her, coming and flopping down right next to her, his back propped up against the Oak, "hey 'Ro. How's it going?"
She shrugged, folding her knees up to her chest and hugging them tight, "not so good my friend."
He stared at her then, his eyes boring into her head, "what's wrong?"
Her stomach lurched, you, her heart said, but her head merely told her what to say, "it is Scott. He is upset that Jean is mad at him...he does not know what is wrong with her."
She had turned to look at him, seeing the guilt in his eyes made her want to vomit.
He had shifted uncomfortably, "yeah, well, maybe he's just pissed because I took Jean out on a date, and she likes me better than him."
Ororo's eyes had turned white, and thunder rumbled in the distance, "Logan! Jean and Scott are married! Can you not leave them be? They used to be so happy together, and now...they are torn apart..."
Logan had frowned and had pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry 'Ro, I shouldn't toy around with them, it's wrong."
She had chuckled then suddenly, "my, my, is our little Mr. Cranky Wolverine sounding remorseful?"
He had smiled grimly, "maybe so 'Ro, maybe so..."
Now
Ororo's heart lurched as she rounded the big Oak.
There, on a large picnic blanket, sat a huge wicker basket overflowing with food, with two bottles of assorted wine and champagne, and a sheepish looking Logan.
He smiled at her wryly, "hey 'Ro, um...lunch is served?"
Her stomach was doing flip-flops, "oh Logan...why?"
His expression turned to one of confusion and remorse, "what...'Ro, oh no, I'm sorry!"
She smiled down at him, "no, Logan, you misunderstand, it is beautiful."
He smiled a real smile then and lifted his hand towards her, helping her sit down beside him.
He gestured to the food once she was comfortable, "so, what would you like? I've got wine, water, ham sandwiches, pears, some crackers, and I think I even brought caviar!"
She laughed, "did you raid the whole pantry for all of this?"
He glanced down playfully, "maybe."
She laughed again.
Their whole lunch period went on like that; talking and laughing like they used to, back when they were nothing but friends.
It was nearing one'thirty when Ororo sighed, "I should be getting back, I finish up my classes today afterall."
He looked at her sadly, "alright, if you say so."
She smiled at him, "thank you for this Logan, it was lovely."
And before he could say anything she had leaned down and pecked his lips, just a light touch, but one that set his skin on fire.
And then, she was gone, her white hair flying back in the new wind as she walked back towards the mansion...
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