Pink Robe Chronicles
Chapter 10 part 3
I would do anything for Love
Logan woke to the snow falling outside his window covering the world in a blanket of white. Snow days were his favorite, Logan vaulted out of bed and pulling on whatever clothes were closest rushed down the stairs plunging into the already deep snow. Dog joined him and they rolled in the powder, laughter broke threw their epic battle and Logan lifted his head to see Rose and Storm laughing heartily.
Suddenly a hard lump smacked Logan in the back of his head and he craned to see who had thrown it at him only to be hit in the face by another snowball. Dog whined shrilly as Rose began to shove snow down his shirt, "Logan!" Dog gasped as the cold covered his back, "we've been betrayed!" but Logan couldn't talk he was engrossed in another wrestling match with Storm and then Kitty as well.
Logan grunted as the extra weight of a third girl was added to the already attacking force he growled viciously but they only pushed him deeper into the snow.
"Say it!" Storm demanded beginning to push snow into his clothes.
Logan shook his head; his teeth gritted "no."
"Say it!" Rose cackled dancing about the group her hair bouncing in a fiendish manner.
"No!" Logan said pushing as hard as he could on the women piled on him.
"Say it!" Dog said piling on the top and collapsing Logan's arms under the unexpected weight. "Say it, say it, say it, say it!" they chanted their voices becoming the howls of the wind and Logan was in a forest the warm light of summer filtering threw the air he was running he wasn't sure why but he couldn't stop he heard water somewhere and then he was in it. The water made his skin prickle and he looked around he saw Scott wearing Logan's ratty old pink robe he dropped it and waded into the water coming closer to Logan. Scott glimmered in the silvery reflection of the water.
Logan woke with a jolt, sweat all over his body. He ran a hand over his face and glared into the blackness of his room. The digital clock across the room red three in the morning and Logan flipped on a lamp opening Scott's file.
Scott gritted his teeth as Logan walked in the room, "do you know who's doing my Physical therapy, Logan?" Scott asked shifting on the bench.
"I am Slim." Logan said setting down a folder and offering a smile to Scott, "we're going to do some walking today." Logan held out his arms to help Scott up but Scott struggled up and stood shaking. Logan smirked holding out his arm, "I won't do anything stupid like last night." Logan murmured in Scott's ear and Scott took Logan's arm and they moved slowly to a pair of beams. Scott moved steadily if not at a snails pace back and forth for an hour. Logan sat humming idly watching Scott move with labored movements.
"What on God's green earth are you humming?" Scott demanded turning to face Logan. A Smirk spread across Logan's face, "Elvis Priestley's, Burning Love," was his husky intoxicating answer.
Scott's legs felt weak and he wiped his sweat drenched brow, "I like Elvis." Logan nodded his smile spreading wider on his face, "glad to hear that."