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I'm oh so happy my inspirations came back!
And I love Logan, really I do. But what's the fun of loving something if you can't mess with it once in a while? I'm also in love with the idea for a Ro/Lo couple…..mmm…..
Oh, and Ororo's history is kinda fuzzy to me. But I think (and I stress think) I got it right.
Also I am making Victor a hell of a lot smarter than the movie made him out to be
Also, whoever put me on their favorites list Thank you! I'm oh so happy!
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**Morning about 3:00**
Ororo climbed out of her shower, after gently wrapping her hair into a towel, she made her way out to the bedroom, to grab her robe. As she pulled it one she heard a knock at her door.
"Ororo? It's me, Logan…Can I come in?"
Ororo looked at the clock on her wall and said, "Logan its three I the morning, what are you doing up still?"
There was silence. "Well, I could ask you the same."
#Touché, # Ororo thought to herself, as she headed towards the door. Making sure the robe was on nice and tight, she pulled it open.
"Couldn't sleep…want to go play some pool?", Logan asked her, his eyes for once, not leaving her face to trail down her body.
Ororo smiled and shook her head, "Hold on, let me put on some clothes"
**Fifteen Minutes later**'
Ororo followed Logan down to the rec room. "So" he asked her as he began to rack the balls. "If you could see one person in the whole world, dead or alive. Who would it be?"
Ororo rolled her eyes, "What kind of question is that?", as she grabbed one of the cues.
"I don't know. It's supposed to show you where your interests are. What you think is most important."
"Well…..I don't know…probably my mother…You?"
Ororo's answer peeked Logan's curiosity. "You never saw your mother?"
"Well, I've seen her, it's just the last time was when I was five" Logan nodded, as if he wanted her to keep talking. "We were in a building, and the next thing I remember, is lying under a heap of rubble, my mother's body just a few feet away.", Ororo turned away from Logan. "My father died in the bombing also."
Logan ran a hand through his hair. "I'm…sorry Ro. That must have been horrible for you."
Ororo shook her head and turned back to face him, "It's all right Logan…. So….who would you chose?"
"What? Oh, um….Probably the same as you. One of my parents."
"Oh, that's right….I forgot you can't remember…..So, who goes first?", Ororo said, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, Do you want to break or should I?"
**
Victor paced in his apartment. He has just gotten back from a job down in Colorado and just like his trip to Orlando, it hadn't done much to clear his mind of a certain white haired beauty.
"Maybe if I just went and saw her…No! Can't do that. Yeah, I'll walk up to that mansion and be all, "Hello! It's me Sabretooth, I'm pretty sure I've tried to kill you before" Yeah, that would work…..God! Ororo why can't you just leave my mind?" he shouted to the rafters.
Than an idea came to him. he would just follow her, and wait till she was alone….and then he'd try to talk to her…….That would work….well maybe after all, Ororo didn't seem like the type of person who would just go out all the time by herself….but Victor felt he had to try something.
**
Jean walked down the hall to the rec room, where every now and then she would hear laughter, with her telepathy, she was able to figure out that Logan had arrived but she has no idea how long he had been here. And she didn't want to peek inside his mind, so she thought she'd try to find him, and they could talk. But peering through the rec room door she found someone else had gotten to talk to him first. "Logan?", She asked as the door creaked open.
"Jean?" Logan said, jumping off of the pool table, Ororo stood up from her chair and for some reason felt as if she had been caught doing something bad
"How long have you been here Logan?" Jean asked, entering the room.
Logan shrugged, "Few hours"
Jean then turned to Ororo, "What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep, so Vi-Logan and I ..we played some pool and then we just started talking about different things."
Jean smiled, "Well, its almost 8:00. You guys are lucky its Saturday." She smiled slyly at Ororo, ~~Me and you will talk later~~
As soon as she was gone, Ororo looked at Logan and said, "I better go get some sleep…you should to." She began to leave.
"What were you going to say?"
Ororo whirled around to face him, 'What do you mean?"
"Before…you were going to say something before you said Logan."
Ororo thought back to before, "No, I wasn't…"
Logan shook his head, "Whatever Ro, I know you said something…you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" he went to put the forgotten cues back on their holders.
"Logan, if I said something, I'd have told you." She placed her hand on his shoulder, "I would have"
Logan slowly turned to face Ororo. The two stared at each other. And the next thing Ororo knew, Logan's lips were pressed against hers.
#Oh, Goddess, what am I going to do?# Ororo did the only thing she could. She ran from the room.
"Ororo? Ro?" Logan shouted after her. #Shit, I thought that's what she wanted.#
**
Victor had parked a little bit down the road from the Mansion. If any one left the mansion he would know. Suddenly a car started to head his way.
A dark blue convertible was speeding towards him, and he could barely make out the driver, but it was her. "Ororo" and he sped off after her.
**A little while later**
Ororo sat in a small café, hoping none of the others would come after her. #he must have been getting signals from me all night…I should have just stayed in my room…what was I thinking?#
Just then someone sat down across from her. Keeping her head down Ororo said, "Um could I help…" she looked up to find Victor Creed staring at her. Ororo knew he wasn't going to harm her….#but what does he want?#
"Ororo…how have you been?"
"Wh-What?"
"It's a question….How have you been?"
Ororo's fear began to leave her. "Since when, have you cared?", he eyes surveyed the café, seeing how hard it would be to get away.
"I've always cared Ororo."
"Oh, really? You didn't seem to when you-" Ororo began to run towards the entrance.
Victor smiled to himself and began to walk after her. "A little disagreement" he told the people who were watching Ororo run away. As soon as he got outside, Victor began to run after Ororo. Knowing that as long as she didn't start to fly, he'd catch up with her easy.
I'm oh so happy my inspirations came back!
And I love Logan, really I do. But what's the fun of loving something if you can't mess with it once in a while? I'm also in love with the idea for a Ro/Lo couple…..mmm…..
Oh, and Ororo's history is kinda fuzzy to me. But I think (and I stress think) I got it right.
Also I am making Victor a hell of a lot smarter than the movie made him out to be
Also, whoever put me on their favorites list Thank you! I'm oh so happy!
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**Morning about 3:00**
Ororo climbed out of her shower, after gently wrapping her hair into a towel, she made her way out to the bedroom, to grab her robe. As she pulled it one she heard a knock at her door.
"Ororo? It's me, Logan…Can I come in?"
Ororo looked at the clock on her wall and said, "Logan its three I the morning, what are you doing up still?"
There was silence. "Well, I could ask you the same."
#Touché, # Ororo thought to herself, as she headed towards the door. Making sure the robe was on nice and tight, she pulled it open.
"Couldn't sleep…want to go play some pool?", Logan asked her, his eyes for once, not leaving her face to trail down her body.
Ororo smiled and shook her head, "Hold on, let me put on some clothes"
**Fifteen Minutes later**'
Ororo followed Logan down to the rec room. "So" he asked her as he began to rack the balls. "If you could see one person in the whole world, dead or alive. Who would it be?"
Ororo rolled her eyes, "What kind of question is that?", as she grabbed one of the cues.
"I don't know. It's supposed to show you where your interests are. What you think is most important."
"Well…..I don't know…probably my mother…You?"
Ororo's answer peeked Logan's curiosity. "You never saw your mother?"
"Well, I've seen her, it's just the last time was when I was five" Logan nodded, as if he wanted her to keep talking. "We were in a building, and the next thing I remember, is lying under a heap of rubble, my mother's body just a few feet away.", Ororo turned away from Logan. "My father died in the bombing also."
Logan ran a hand through his hair. "I'm…sorry Ro. That must have been horrible for you."
Ororo shook her head and turned back to face him, "It's all right Logan…. So….who would you chose?"
"What? Oh, um….Probably the same as you. One of my parents."
"Oh, that's right….I forgot you can't remember…..So, who goes first?", Ororo said, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, Do you want to break or should I?"
**
Victor paced in his apartment. He has just gotten back from a job down in Colorado and just like his trip to Orlando, it hadn't done much to clear his mind of a certain white haired beauty.
"Maybe if I just went and saw her…No! Can't do that. Yeah, I'll walk up to that mansion and be all, "Hello! It's me Sabretooth, I'm pretty sure I've tried to kill you before" Yeah, that would work…..God! Ororo why can't you just leave my mind?" he shouted to the rafters.
Than an idea came to him. he would just follow her, and wait till she was alone….and then he'd try to talk to her…….That would work….well maybe after all, Ororo didn't seem like the type of person who would just go out all the time by herself….but Victor felt he had to try something.
**
Jean walked down the hall to the rec room, where every now and then she would hear laughter, with her telepathy, she was able to figure out that Logan had arrived but she has no idea how long he had been here. And she didn't want to peek inside his mind, so she thought she'd try to find him, and they could talk. But peering through the rec room door she found someone else had gotten to talk to him first. "Logan?", She asked as the door creaked open.
"Jean?" Logan said, jumping off of the pool table, Ororo stood up from her chair and for some reason felt as if she had been caught doing something bad
"How long have you been here Logan?" Jean asked, entering the room.
Logan shrugged, "Few hours"
Jean then turned to Ororo, "What are you doing up?"
"I couldn't sleep, so Vi-Logan and I ..we played some pool and then we just started talking about different things."
Jean smiled, "Well, its almost 8:00. You guys are lucky its Saturday." She smiled slyly at Ororo, ~~Me and you will talk later~~
As soon as she was gone, Ororo looked at Logan and said, "I better go get some sleep…you should to." She began to leave.
"What were you going to say?"
Ororo whirled around to face him, 'What do you mean?"
"Before…you were going to say something before you said Logan."
Ororo thought back to before, "No, I wasn't…"
Logan shook his head, "Whatever Ro, I know you said something…you don't have to tell me if you don't want to" he went to put the forgotten cues back on their holders.
"Logan, if I said something, I'd have told you." She placed her hand on his shoulder, "I would have"
Logan slowly turned to face Ororo. The two stared at each other. And the next thing Ororo knew, Logan's lips were pressed against hers.
#Oh, Goddess, what am I going to do?# Ororo did the only thing she could. She ran from the room.
"Ororo? Ro?" Logan shouted after her. #Shit, I thought that's what she wanted.#
**
Victor had parked a little bit down the road from the Mansion. If any one left the mansion he would know. Suddenly a car started to head his way.
A dark blue convertible was speeding towards him, and he could barely make out the driver, but it was her. "Ororo" and he sped off after her.
**A little while later**
Ororo sat in a small café, hoping none of the others would come after her. #he must have been getting signals from me all night…I should have just stayed in my room…what was I thinking?#
Just then someone sat down across from her. Keeping her head down Ororo said, "Um could I help…" she looked up to find Victor Creed staring at her. Ororo knew he wasn't going to harm her….#but what does he want?#
"Ororo…how have you been?"
"Wh-What?"
"It's a question….How have you been?"
Ororo's fear began to leave her. "Since when, have you cared?", he eyes surveyed the café, seeing how hard it would be to get away.
"I've always cared Ororo."
"Oh, really? You didn't seem to when you-" Ororo began to run towards the entrance.
Victor smiled to himself and began to walk after her. "A little disagreement" he told the people who were watching Ororo run away. As soon as he got outside, Victor began to run after Ororo. Knowing that as long as she didn't start to fly, he'd catch up with her easy.