Disclaimer: Same as before.
A/N: Sorry for being so long away from posting my story. But real life
stuff intervenes such as being a senior in high school means being ultra-
busy, hopefully I can finish this story without any more prolonged
interruptions. Then again writer's block can strike in one out of three fan
fic writers. J/k!
"Lost and Free"
The sound of thunder rumbles continuously. Its far-reaching crashes engulf the usual strong-willed Logan.
*Ugghhhhhhhh........my head.* Logan groaned as he struggled to adjust his eyes against the noon sun of the South Pacific. Besides the scrapes and bruises he sustained when he fell from the ship, Logan suffered a concussion to his head. There was blood which trickles down from his head wound. However, Logan, immediately forgotten about his injuries, hastily stood up to make out his surroundings.
The lush foliage of the island surrounded the feral man. The peaceful locale seems to be able to calm Logan down.
Nonetheless, he's more worried about Ororo. When Logan saw the weather goddess looming above him during the typhoon, he couldn't believe she would fly out and try to rescue him. He thought she would be too angry to even care about his well being.
"Ororo!" Logan shouted as he ran toward inland. A sudden flurry of birds burst out of the trees.
An hour later......
*Where is she???!!!!!* Logan's frustration grew into anger as it slowly well up in his entire being. *Why should I find her anyways???!!!!! She's the weather goddess herself! I bet she's having the time of her life back on the ship by now.*
Nonetheless, Logan was concerned about his fellow teammate, Ororo is still his friend. He can never abandon her willingly although he love teasing her and see her uncomfortable under his gazes, Logan cannot imagine his life without the young goddess at his side.
The hours went by as Logan searched through the dense vegetation, he encountered numerous wildlife such as the vibrant colors of large tropical flowers he had never seen before. Monkeys screech and chatter all around him, birds such as toucans and parrots flutter their wings, and the sway of the large palms in the ocean breeze. The sounds of the island, the natural music overwhelmed his senses to a whole new world.
The warm climate is in contrast to the usual ice and wintry environment Logan always surrounds himself in. Whether it is Canada or New York, the cold outside is what kept Logan cold inside and unfeeling. He can just blend into the background and be unnoticeable.
This tiny island in the South Pacific had done what Logan feared the most. Logan had never felt this way before. He is usually in control, but the sensation of being free ignites his imagination. It opened his senses to new tastes and smells and sounds......his entire being feels almost at home. Desire coursed through his body, the urge to run to the highest peak of the hills and shout out to the world. He's the master of his domain. A shiver ran down his spine, not out of cold, but out of exhilaration.
As night nears Logan had reached the other side of the tiny island. By the guidance of the moonlight, Logan saw the figure of a woman on the beach while the tides slowly build as each wave became bigger than the last, almost sweeping her entire form.
"Ororo!" Logan choked out a cry. His imagination went into overdrive at the possible injuries that the weather goddess might sustain.
Lying on her back, pale and lifeless, her face showed no sign of wounds, although her skin is deathly chilled.
Exhaustion must have overtaken her, she's in a deep sleep and the coldness hadn't helped her condition.
Without anymore delay, Logan gingerly picked Ororo up from the sand and walked inland toward the waterfall where he had saw earlier on his trek.
Laying her down on a downy patch of grass, he quickly surveyed the vicinity of the waterfall, which it flows into a lagoon, for any threats toward their safety. Logan actions are distinctively like the wolf guarding his mate as without thought.
Taking off his tattered suit jacket, Logan laid it over Ororo's body to keep her warm as the nights can be just as cold when the winds decided to take their course on the island.
After gathering dry wood and starting a small fire, Logan looked over Ororo's still form. He wondered how a woman such as Ororo could make him uncomfortable with only a glance.
He had never felt this way with Jean before. He can always count on Jean to deny his flirtations and act coy around him. Jean was his "safety zone". Like players with scripts, Jean's actions and his were played out carefully in mind. With Ororo, Logan is in a new territory. Her actions bewildered and amused him, Logan had to stop himself from becoming too involved in a relationship he can't handle. His control is what keeps him having the upper hand in situations. Whether with relationships or his life, Logan always knew the consequences that come with the actions. His teasing was just another barrier to keep himself from being too close to Ororo.
In a short while, his tired mind urged him to go to sleep, Logan was unable to keep himself from drifting off. He slowly laid down his body next to Ororo's, beside the bank of the lagoon. The rushing sounds of the waterfall lulled him to sleep.
While the two reluctant castaways dreamed in their slumber, the island's own music continued on till dawn.
I could climb the highest mountains I could sail the seven seas I could travel the world I could leave behind my cares I could just disappear.........
But as soon as I see your silhouette The rounded river I could swim in it But as soon as I see your eyes The sapphire oceans I could drown in them But as soon as I see your silky strands The white waterfall I could leap into them But as soon as I see your face The chocolate blush I could kiss upon them forever
Thepretender1031 c 2002
*So what do y'all think? I know so far I have written "short chapters" but I promise there's juicy stuff coming up. This is still a little hint at the change both Logan and Ororo would go through on the island. I hope I can update sooner, but depends on how well I receive the reviews. Hehe.....evil, I know. ;-P
"Lost and Free"
The sound of thunder rumbles continuously. Its far-reaching crashes engulf the usual strong-willed Logan.
*Ugghhhhhhhh........my head.* Logan groaned as he struggled to adjust his eyes against the noon sun of the South Pacific. Besides the scrapes and bruises he sustained when he fell from the ship, Logan suffered a concussion to his head. There was blood which trickles down from his head wound. However, Logan, immediately forgotten about his injuries, hastily stood up to make out his surroundings.
The lush foliage of the island surrounded the feral man. The peaceful locale seems to be able to calm Logan down.
Nonetheless, he's more worried about Ororo. When Logan saw the weather goddess looming above him during the typhoon, he couldn't believe she would fly out and try to rescue him. He thought she would be too angry to even care about his well being.
"Ororo!" Logan shouted as he ran toward inland. A sudden flurry of birds burst out of the trees.
An hour later......
*Where is she???!!!!!* Logan's frustration grew into anger as it slowly well up in his entire being. *Why should I find her anyways???!!!!! She's the weather goddess herself! I bet she's having the time of her life back on the ship by now.*
Nonetheless, Logan was concerned about his fellow teammate, Ororo is still his friend. He can never abandon her willingly although he love teasing her and see her uncomfortable under his gazes, Logan cannot imagine his life without the young goddess at his side.
The hours went by as Logan searched through the dense vegetation, he encountered numerous wildlife such as the vibrant colors of large tropical flowers he had never seen before. Monkeys screech and chatter all around him, birds such as toucans and parrots flutter their wings, and the sway of the large palms in the ocean breeze. The sounds of the island, the natural music overwhelmed his senses to a whole new world.
The warm climate is in contrast to the usual ice and wintry environment Logan always surrounds himself in. Whether it is Canada or New York, the cold outside is what kept Logan cold inside and unfeeling. He can just blend into the background and be unnoticeable.
This tiny island in the South Pacific had done what Logan feared the most. Logan had never felt this way before. He is usually in control, but the sensation of being free ignites his imagination. It opened his senses to new tastes and smells and sounds......his entire being feels almost at home. Desire coursed through his body, the urge to run to the highest peak of the hills and shout out to the world. He's the master of his domain. A shiver ran down his spine, not out of cold, but out of exhilaration.
As night nears Logan had reached the other side of the tiny island. By the guidance of the moonlight, Logan saw the figure of a woman on the beach while the tides slowly build as each wave became bigger than the last, almost sweeping her entire form.
"Ororo!" Logan choked out a cry. His imagination went into overdrive at the possible injuries that the weather goddess might sustain.
Lying on her back, pale and lifeless, her face showed no sign of wounds, although her skin is deathly chilled.
Exhaustion must have overtaken her, she's in a deep sleep and the coldness hadn't helped her condition.
Without anymore delay, Logan gingerly picked Ororo up from the sand and walked inland toward the waterfall where he had saw earlier on his trek.
Laying her down on a downy patch of grass, he quickly surveyed the vicinity of the waterfall, which it flows into a lagoon, for any threats toward their safety. Logan actions are distinctively like the wolf guarding his mate as without thought.
Taking off his tattered suit jacket, Logan laid it over Ororo's body to keep her warm as the nights can be just as cold when the winds decided to take their course on the island.
After gathering dry wood and starting a small fire, Logan looked over Ororo's still form. He wondered how a woman such as Ororo could make him uncomfortable with only a glance.
He had never felt this way with Jean before. He can always count on Jean to deny his flirtations and act coy around him. Jean was his "safety zone". Like players with scripts, Jean's actions and his were played out carefully in mind. With Ororo, Logan is in a new territory. Her actions bewildered and amused him, Logan had to stop himself from becoming too involved in a relationship he can't handle. His control is what keeps him having the upper hand in situations. Whether with relationships or his life, Logan always knew the consequences that come with the actions. His teasing was just another barrier to keep himself from being too close to Ororo.
In a short while, his tired mind urged him to go to sleep, Logan was unable to keep himself from drifting off. He slowly laid down his body next to Ororo's, beside the bank of the lagoon. The rushing sounds of the waterfall lulled him to sleep.
While the two reluctant castaways dreamed in their slumber, the island's own music continued on till dawn.
I could climb the highest mountains I could sail the seven seas I could travel the world I could leave behind my cares I could just disappear.........
But as soon as I see your silhouette The rounded river I could swim in it But as soon as I see your eyes The sapphire oceans I could drown in them But as soon as I see your silky strands The white waterfall I could leap into them But as soon as I see your face The chocolate blush I could kiss upon them forever
Thepretender1031 c 2002
*So what do y'all think? I know so far I have written "short chapters" but I promise there's juicy stuff coming up. This is still a little hint at the change both Logan and Ororo would go through on the island. I hope I can update sooner, but depends on how well I receive the reviews. Hehe.....evil, I know. ;-P