Lost and Found
Authors Note: What color are Logan's and Ororo's eyes? Sorry, for taking so long to update, but I had a major case of writer's block. Hopefully it's gone now.
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The next evening, after dinner, for no reason he could think of, Logan waited for Ororo to finish washing the dishes.
When she was finished, Ororo found Logan leaning on the back door, facing the outside. Just as she was about to leave, Logan spoke.
"Wanna join me on a walk darlin'?" His nonchalant voice was heard, but he never faced her.
Ororo paused. She had wanted to go for a walk and the reason, though she would never admit it out loud was leaning on the doorframe.
"I'd love to, Logan." Her tone carried a warmthness that made Logan instinctively smile. He heard her walk towards him. He smelled her perfume, vanilla, which had faded since the morning when it was sprayed on.
When she came to his side, he started walking. Ororo easily kept up with him – which was due to his endless training with her – and the two walked in comfortable silence.
Neither spoke, as they walked listlessly for about an hour. Then they both turned, as if in unspoken agreement, and headed back to the institute.
They hadn't spoken a word as they walked side by side.
Only when they reached the staircase that lead to her attic room was the silence broken. Ororo had just taken a few steps when she heard Logan and turned to face him.
"Night, 'Ro." Ororo gave him a serene smile and answered.
"Good night, Logan."
Logan watched the weather goddess go up the stairs until she disappeared from sight, before turning to walk towards his own room.
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As the weeks went past, the walk became a ritual between them. At first, they had only walked in silence, but soon found themselves talking about the students and life in general.
Logan was mistrustful of the peace that had settled on the institute, Ororo enjoyed it. No new mutants were detected, no catastrophes called for the X-Men's attention, and for once, the world didn't need saving.
It had been months since anything interesting had happened, that is, unless you didn't count on the trouble that the students loved to get into, especially Bobby. Ororo was worried about Bobby. He had such anger within him, and she feared he was a bad influence on the already self-hating Rogue.
Logan agreed, but for a different reason. He hated the kid for even looking at Rogue. Logan had turned into a surrogate father, and a scary one at that.
Logan had gotten off of Bobby's case lately, which was a great delight to the young couple. Ororo had a sneaking suspicion that she was the reason. She had once told him, during their daily ritual, that Rogue didn't want his constant monitoring. Ororo was delighted that he took her advice.
Eventually the walk led to something more.
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It was a Saturday, and Logan watched Bobby take Marie's gloved had and lead her to his car. Bobby opened the door for Marie and she sat down. He closed the door and went to the other side and got into the driver's seat.
Logan fought the desire to follow them and make sure the Popsicle didn't hurt her. Logan repeated Ororo's words like a mantra in his head. She appreciates that you want to protect her, but she doesn't want it. She wants to go on dates and be her own person, without your over protectiveness. She loves you, but wants to make her own mistakes.
I know, I know, but it's just so hard. Logan gave one last glance to the direction in which the car had disappeared. I wander what Ro's doing?
And with that, he left the large window and went outside in the general direction of where he knew Ororo's greenhouse would be.
He was correct in assuming she would be there. Ororo tended to a small jasmine tree as she hummed. She clipped the branches that weren't need.
When Logan first entered the greenhouse, the first thing that hit him was the smell. He had never been here before; never had a reason to, but he instantly loved it here. The smell was intoxicating and absolutely all natural. The animal in him rejoiced in this perfect paradise.
Logan felt a strange sense of peace in here. He didn't know whether it was from the powerful smell of green plants or from the faint smell of beautiful, colorful, flowers. Or maybe both.
He also smelled Ororo everywhere. It wasn't surprising, given that she spent as much time as she could here. And yet, the smell that was uniquely Ororo seemed to belong here, here in this paradise.
Logan walked towards the back, savoring the smells that bombarded him. When he saw her, all he could do was stare.
She was beautiful. Her long white hair fell in waves over her back, all the way to her hips. She was floating to get to the upper branches and with the sun streaming form the ceiling made of glass, she looked like an angle.
Logan was rooted to the spot.
Ororo gracefully descended to the dirt floor of the greenhouse. She surveyed her finished work and smiled in contentment. An instinct told her to turn around and she did. She found Logan standing with an unreadable face.
"What are you doing here Logan." She asked him with a smile.
"Looking for peace." His face didn't change.
"Did you find it?" Ororo asked, genuinely interested.
A pause.
"Yeah…yeah, I think I did." He replied, before he smiled at her. It was a soft smile, a genuinely serene smile. A smile that she was sure few had seen, and she was happy to be part of the special few that did.
She gave him an even bigger smile and sat down under the jasmine tree, careful not to lean on it for it was young and fragile. She beckoned with her hand for him to sit beside her. He did.
And so, the two of them sat. A comfortable silence drifted between them. They didn't get up until dark, and it was only after Jean's mental yell at them that dinner was ready.
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