Lost and Found
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Authors Note: I finally figured out how to do italics!!!!! Yay!!! I have re-posted all my chapters so that they contain italics. I apologize for not updating sooner, but evil teachers have given me piles of homework.
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Logan felt the wind in his hair as he recklessly drove his motorcycle down the deserted streets. He was headed towards the police station.
He arrived there in record time. As he stopped in front of the station, he observed that the interior was well lit, but the exterior was deserted, and the only light was the street lamp.
Just before he shut off the engine in order to go in, take the kid out and beat the shit out him, he remembered the look on Ororo's face. It was pleading him to not do what he was about to do. Normally he wouldn't care about such things, but this was the Ice Queen.
Sure he made her laugh, smile, or blush, but she never pleaded. Her dignity and pride gave her the nickname that was called behind her back. Hell, he had even called her that once or twice.
Ororo, the fuckin' Ice Queen had begged. It ate at him that he was even thinking of breaking his promise.
Logan reached for the keys to shut off the engine again, but the chocolate brown eyes and their pleading expression just wouldn't leave him alone. He growled.
"Fuck." Logan mumbled before revving the engine and speeding away. He was heading to a bar that had good Canadian beer, just two hours away at the neck breaking speed that he was going.
Maybe a night in jail will cool that hothead. Logan smirked at the satire. I'm getting too fucking soft.
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Ororo was worried. After Logan's departure, she went back up to her room and tried to fall asleep.
As she lay in her bed, doubt creped up on her. She wanted to trust him, she really did, but this was Logan. This was a man who acted first and asked questions later. She doubted him, which was horrible, since he had promised.
But Bobby did hurt Marie.Ororo sighed. She got out of bed and paced, but the internal battle incessantly continued. Just when she thought she was going to scream in frustration, an idea came to her.
Meditation. She would ask the Goddess and look within her self for the inner peace that she prided in keeping in touch with.
Ororo got out her white candles, an inch in height, and arranged them in a circle. Then she got out her vanilla scented one. It was thick and about three inches in height.
She lit all the candles, and kneeled in the circle. The vanilla candle was in front of her and her hands were on her thighs, resting naturally as she stared into the flame.
Ororo relaxed her body and cleared her mind.
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhale…
Ororo didn't move a muscle and the flame never flickered.
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Logan heard the police siren five blocks away. He punched the guy he was holding by the collar and made a beeline for the door.
Five feet from the door, he was hit, full force, on the side of his face with a bottle of beer. The glass bottle exploded, raining shreds of broken glass all over the side of his face. Logan brushed the shreds off, cutting his face and hand at the same time. He turned to the culprit and growled.
Logan's face healed before the man's eyes.
Logan would have delighted in pounding the guy into a bloody pulp, but the police sirens were getting closer and he didn't feel like being arrested. Logan glared at the guy and left.
The guy's eyes were as big as saucers.
Logan sped off on his motorcycle just as the police rode into view. He knew the bar fight that was still going on was all his fault. Logan didn't feel guilt, not one bit. He had relished punching real people. The Danger Room sections had robots that looked like people, but that didn't mask their metallic smell.
Although Logan still wanted to beat the shit out of the Popsicle, the bar fight had cooled him enough to be reasonably rational. He would still make the kids life a living hell, but not tonight. No, tonight, Logan was planning to go to bed and dream of killing the Popsicle in original and not so original ways.
Yup, and then in the morning I'm gonna pick the kid up from jail and give him such a whipping he won't be able to sit. Of course One Eye would never approve if I hit the kid, but he can't really blame me if the Danger Room kicked the daylights out him.
Logan smiled evilly.
Don't you worry Drake, I won't lay a finger on you. I will just make sure you'll have unfortunate 'accidents'.
Logan's evil smile grew wider.
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It wasn't until the candles were half way gone that the noise of motorcycle woke up Ororo from her hypnotic state.
Ororo shuck her head to dispel in further. She felt drained. Emotionally and physically. She felt tired, so she blew out the candles and climbed into bed.
Small wisps of smoke ascended from each candle as she fell asleep.
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The next day was thankfully Saturday, as Ororo had slept in later then she usually did. As she dressed, she noted the time. 7:30.
Ororo gracefully descended down the stairs to the kitchen. She made breakfast for herself and the few students that rose as early as her. It surprised her to find Marie was already up. Marie's cheek had a big and visible bruise at which Ororo sent another prayer for Bobby's safety.
By the time the rest of the student body got to the kitchen, between 8:30 and 9:00, Ororo had finished eating her breakfast and was sipping herbal tea while she waited for Logan to appear.
It surprised that Jean and Scott didn't come down until 9:37. They came in laughing, and since they came so late, the kitchen was deserted with the exception of her.
Ororo watched expressionlessly as they made each other breakfast. It took them longer to make their breakfast, as Jean wanted blueberry pancakes and Scott was only too happy to oblige; the rest of the students had had their daily toast or cereal.
Logan came promptly at 10:00, and the kitchen grew silent. Jean and Scott ate their breakfast and Ororo sipped her tea, it was her eighth cup. Logan ignored everybody.
Logan got two slices of rye bread out of the breadbox. He got the butter, ham, and mustard out of the fridge. Logan buttered the both slices, put a piece of ham on each slice, and spread the mustered on top of that. Then, to everyone's surprise, he poured himself a glass of water and ate in silence.
At 10:13 was when Logan finished eating and spoke.
"Drake's in jail. Go bail him out One Eye." With that, Logan left the kitchen. The couple made sounds of disbelieve.
No one noticed the small smile and look of pride on Ororo's face.
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