Disclaimer: I do not own marvel. Nor Do I own the characters.
A/N: After the current events in X-Treme X-Men storm has been left
critically injured. Wolverine agreed to help her with her rehab and
training.
Most people would be asleep at this hour. She ain't most people. Most X-Men would relax and enjoy themselves when presented with the opportunity for some downtime. She ain't most X-Men. Most anybody sure wouldn't be pushin' their body's this hard months after sustaining a near fatal injury but their she is lifting weights.
An absurd hour in the morning in New Orleans finds Ororo Munroe pushing herself past the pain of her recent injuries and to the breaking point. She feels immense pain with just the slightest of movements yet through gritted teeth she pushes herself harder then anyone would want her to. She understands that the only reason they are waiting around in Rogue's house in New Orleans is because of her. She knows that they don't expect her to be her old self anytime soon. She lives to defy expectation she tells herself as the familiar pain in her creeps back.
She drops each weight to the side and clutches at her stomach. Refusing to let tears escape from her eyes she whimpers to herself in the dark solitude of the weight room. The pain frustrates her more than anything else does. She knows that she is better than the blinding ache in her side but it for the last several weeks has had the upper hand. She moans in agony as she rolls off the weight bench and onto the cold wood floor.
Ororo rest her throbbing head against cool floor, a temporary relief from the pang of her injury. 'Perhaps Logan is right' she thinks to herself as the pain starts to subside and she begins to relax. "Maybe I should take it easy." She says to the morning air but her words, however, do not fall on deaf ears.
"Maybe you should, darlin." Came a ruff voice from the shadows. It startled Ororo so much so that she tensed her muscles but came to immediately regret it. Her pain returned in all its fury, if only for a few agonizing seconds. She did not display her pain instead bore it all before relaxing again on the hardwood.
"Hello Ro, should I even ask what your doing up at three in the morning?" Logan's voice came from the doorway but gradually came closer. He stopped in front of her, looked down at her limp body and began to pace around her. "What are you doin' to yerself Darlin'." Logan said; disappointment and concern in his voice. "I asked you to take it easy for a couple of days, I'm only here because you asked for my help. What good is my advice if you won't listen to me." He dropped to one knee just in front of her head. "Got anything to say."
"Move." Her voice sounded strong despite her physical appearance.
Logan sighed and returned to his feet. He held out one arm to his stubborn partner. "Let me help you up."
"If it's all the same to you I'd rather just stay here on the ground." She smiled up at Logan not wanting to tell him she did not possess the strength to lift her arm. However it's hard to put one past Logan.
"Take the hand, Ro." Sounding like more of an order than helpful advice. When he was met with no response he decided to push his luck. "Twenty bucks says you can't gather the strength to take my hand, let alone stand up."
And with that and no more than an inaudible grunt, Ororo Munroe picked herself right off the ground and walked right pass me and out that door without sayin' a word. 'Damn woman is gonna get herself killed.' Yep, definitely not most people.
Most people would be asleep at this hour. She ain't most people. Most X-Men would relax and enjoy themselves when presented with the opportunity for some downtime. She ain't most X-Men. Most anybody sure wouldn't be pushin' their body's this hard months after sustaining a near fatal injury but their she is lifting weights.
An absurd hour in the morning in New Orleans finds Ororo Munroe pushing herself past the pain of her recent injuries and to the breaking point. She feels immense pain with just the slightest of movements yet through gritted teeth she pushes herself harder then anyone would want her to. She understands that the only reason they are waiting around in Rogue's house in New Orleans is because of her. She knows that they don't expect her to be her old self anytime soon. She lives to defy expectation she tells herself as the familiar pain in her creeps back.
She drops each weight to the side and clutches at her stomach. Refusing to let tears escape from her eyes she whimpers to herself in the dark solitude of the weight room. The pain frustrates her more than anything else does. She knows that she is better than the blinding ache in her side but it for the last several weeks has had the upper hand. She moans in agony as she rolls off the weight bench and onto the cold wood floor.
Ororo rest her throbbing head against cool floor, a temporary relief from the pang of her injury. 'Perhaps Logan is right' she thinks to herself as the pain starts to subside and she begins to relax. "Maybe I should take it easy." She says to the morning air but her words, however, do not fall on deaf ears.
"Maybe you should, darlin." Came a ruff voice from the shadows. It startled Ororo so much so that she tensed her muscles but came to immediately regret it. Her pain returned in all its fury, if only for a few agonizing seconds. She did not display her pain instead bore it all before relaxing again on the hardwood.
"Hello Ro, should I even ask what your doing up at three in the morning?" Logan's voice came from the doorway but gradually came closer. He stopped in front of her, looked down at her limp body and began to pace around her. "What are you doin' to yerself Darlin'." Logan said; disappointment and concern in his voice. "I asked you to take it easy for a couple of days, I'm only here because you asked for my help. What good is my advice if you won't listen to me." He dropped to one knee just in front of her head. "Got anything to say."
"Move." Her voice sounded strong despite her physical appearance.
Logan sighed and returned to his feet. He held out one arm to his stubborn partner. "Let me help you up."
"If it's all the same to you I'd rather just stay here on the ground." She smiled up at Logan not wanting to tell him she did not possess the strength to lift her arm. However it's hard to put one past Logan.
"Take the hand, Ro." Sounding like more of an order than helpful advice. When he was met with no response he decided to push his luck. "Twenty bucks says you can't gather the strength to take my hand, let alone stand up."
And with that and no more than an inaudible grunt, Ororo Munroe picked herself right off the ground and walked right pass me and out that door without sayin' a word. 'Damn woman is gonna get herself killed.' Yep, definitely not most people.