Tangled Webs By: Satine 16
Late Night Confessions
Summary: Ororo confronts Logan and he confesses to her. Also, she realizes how much she
resents herself and her 'ugly' appearance.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters. They belong to Marvel. I am just doing
this for fun. Please do not sue me!
"Good evening, Logan," as Ororo approached the large, leather chair Logan was seated in
she extended a warm greeting.
"Evenin' 'Ro," Logan blandly stated, never looking up from the New York Times, his
voice void of the usual fire it carried, "I wouldn't call it good."
Ororo decided right then and there she was going to take a chance. No more games. No
more beating around the bush simply because he was Logan. They were friends. And she needed
to know.
"Logan?" she asked, a slight quiver in her voice.
"Yeah, darlin'?" he responded warmly, looking up from the newspaper.
" You still love her, don't you?" she asked in one breath, afraid of his response.
Logan rested the paper on the end table next to him. He looked into her eyes with such
pain and exasperation that she knew the answer. He had fought until it was hopeless. Now he
realized he had lost the battle entirely. Of course he still loved her. He'd never stop loving her.
Everyone loved her. They loved her perfect red hair, her perfect blue eyes and her perfect little
body. She wasn't as tall, or taller than her male teammates. She had skin that blended naturally
with her hair and eyes. She was a feminine beauty, not one of the guys.
Ororo looked up into the mirror that hung across from her on the wall. Her ebony skin
was smooth and lovely. But then she drew her attention to the out of place silver mane that
draped like a cape over her shoulders and down her back. And set right above two high
cheekbones rested her ice blue eyes. They seared into the mirror and mauled her otherwise
attractive features. She glanced down at her Sunday night attire. She had on a green baby tee,
which fit her very snugly, but she didn't mind that all too much. The tee ended about an inch and
a half before her jeans and showed off some of her proudly earned stomach muscles. Her tattered
blue running shoes poked out of her ripped, fading jeans, that showed skin from her extremely
long legs in rather tempting patches. Jean had always credited Ororo with being the one to start
the frayed denim look. She looked back up into the mirror and made eye contact with her
reflection.
"'Ro? You listenin' ta me?"
"Hmmmmmm? Oh, of course Logan," she turned to face her friend once again.
"So then, ya understand?" he asked with an almost frightened tone. Almost, but not
really. The Wolverine was never truly frightened. And if he was ever scared at all, no one would
ever know. He knew how to hide his emotions all too well. Of course, this excluded anger.
"Which part exactly?"
" What it means ta want somebody so bad it hurts, but they're interested in other
prospects. Even if that prospect is a dick."
Ororo sighed and smiled a little bit, but then gazed deeply into Logan's ocean blue eyes
and felt her heart crumble and her spirit shatter.
"Yes, Logan, I understand completely."
Late Night Confessions
Summary: Ororo confronts Logan and he confesses to her. Also, she realizes how much she
resents herself and her 'ugly' appearance.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the following characters. They belong to Marvel. I am just doing
this for fun. Please do not sue me!
"Good evening, Logan," as Ororo approached the large, leather chair Logan was seated in
she extended a warm greeting.
"Evenin' 'Ro," Logan blandly stated, never looking up from the New York Times, his
voice void of the usual fire it carried, "I wouldn't call it good."
Ororo decided right then and there she was going to take a chance. No more games. No
more beating around the bush simply because he was Logan. They were friends. And she needed
to know.
"Logan?" she asked, a slight quiver in her voice.
"Yeah, darlin'?" he responded warmly, looking up from the newspaper.
" You still love her, don't you?" she asked in one breath, afraid of his response.
Logan rested the paper on the end table next to him. He looked into her eyes with such
pain and exasperation that she knew the answer. He had fought until it was hopeless. Now he
realized he had lost the battle entirely. Of course he still loved her. He'd never stop loving her.
Everyone loved her. They loved her perfect red hair, her perfect blue eyes and her perfect little
body. She wasn't as tall, or taller than her male teammates. She had skin that blended naturally
with her hair and eyes. She was a feminine beauty, not one of the guys.
Ororo looked up into the mirror that hung across from her on the wall. Her ebony skin
was smooth and lovely. But then she drew her attention to the out of place silver mane that
draped like a cape over her shoulders and down her back. And set right above two high
cheekbones rested her ice blue eyes. They seared into the mirror and mauled her otherwise
attractive features. She glanced down at her Sunday night attire. She had on a green baby tee,
which fit her very snugly, but she didn't mind that all too much. The tee ended about an inch and
a half before her jeans and showed off some of her proudly earned stomach muscles. Her tattered
blue running shoes poked out of her ripped, fading jeans, that showed skin from her extremely
long legs in rather tempting patches. Jean had always credited Ororo with being the one to start
the frayed denim look. She looked back up into the mirror and made eye contact with her
reflection.
"'Ro? You listenin' ta me?"
"Hmmmmmm? Oh, of course Logan," she turned to face her friend once again.
"So then, ya understand?" he asked with an almost frightened tone. Almost, but not
really. The Wolverine was never truly frightened. And if he was ever scared at all, no one would
ever know. He knew how to hide his emotions all too well. Of course, this excluded anger.
"Which part exactly?"
" What it means ta want somebody so bad it hurts, but they're interested in other
prospects. Even if that prospect is a dick."
Ororo sighed and smiled a little bit, but then gazed deeply into Logan's ocean blue eyes
and felt her heart crumble and her spirit shatter.
"Yes, Logan, I understand completely."