Diary of a Goddess
((Part II))
Ororo stepped onto the cold snow, slightly shivering, and then readjusting to her surroundings. She walked with her head up, the snow somehow drifting around her like they were trying to surround their master. It was a beautiful sight to see. Logan watched from the doorway, his hair and face covered with the white snow. Suddenly he saw a figure walking over to Ororo, its long trench coat floating behind it.
He ran out of the kitchen, claws extended. Ororo turned to see Logan coming towards her and then she heard a familiar voice, whispering in her ear. His soft breath made her jump at first. "Get down chere."
Her eyes went wide, watching Logan's every move, every step. She knew what was going to happen. "Wait Logan! Stop Remy!" she said turning around and putting her hand on top of his. The card that sat silently in between Remy's index and middle finger was lit up with a beautiful light. Ororo's hand lay on top of his and the card slowly went back to normal.
Ororo then turned to Logan; he remained still, knees slightly bent, silently eyeing the new intruder. He was sizing him up. She smiled warmly at him, and with a growl on Logan's part, he retracted his claws and stood completely upright.
"I want you to meet someone," Ororo said addressing Logan. "This is Remy, we are old friends. And Remy, this is Logan."
They nodded to each other. Then much to Logan's dislike, Remy took off his coat and put it around Ororo's shoulders. She smiled sweetly up at him, without any words thanking him. "We should get inside were it is warm chere."
"He's right," Logan said.
What a surprise! Finding Remy in the snow! I did not think that he would have taken me up on my offer when I told him to come and see me at the mansion. Apparently he did. Logan does not seem to like him much. We talked a little when we reentered in kitchen. Just things like what Remy was doing here and how he got here. And then Logan asked a couple of questions and then off to bed we went.
"So you're from New Orleans?" Logan asked. He took a seat across from Remy and Ororo sat next to Remy, lacing her arm between one of his.
"Yes, dat a wonderful place it is," he replied.
"I've been there once, didn't like it much myself."
"Logan!" Ororo said. She made a face that just made Logan want to make her even madder. She pouted just a little, and then put up her serious face again. "That was very unnecessary."
"It's all right chere. Everyone 'as deir own opinion," Remy replied.
"I think that someone needs a nap that is all," Ororo said eyeing Logan. He stuck out his tongue and Ororo crossed her eyes and stuck the tip of her tongue out at him in return. He got up and said he was off to bed. "Come on Remy, I will get you a room."
Hopefully there will not be that much arguing between the two of them. I seriously doubt that but I can only hope that the Goddess will take pity upon us. I spoke to Charles before going to my own room, and he said that he was more than fine with having Remy stay for Christmas. The more the merrier he said. I think that this Christmas will be one to remember…
Remy got up surprisingly early and was greeted by everyone in the house. They were all treating him as if they knew him, and he was greatly missed by everyone and not just Ororo. She entered the kitchen a couple of minutes after Remy and she smiled, kissed his cheek, and went on with her business.
Remy sat down next to Rogue, gently taking her hand in his. "What is your name petite?" Ororo stood at the coffee machine, pouring her coffee and listening to their conversation. She didn't usually eavesdrop, but Marie was almost like a daughter to Ororo and she was not about to let Remy break her heart, even if he was an old friend. Neither was Logan for that matter.
"R-Rogue," Marie stammered.
"Nice name petite," Remy winked and poured himself some cereal.
December 23, 2002
I am happy for Marie and Remy. I must say that she is quite taken with him, I think. I feel kind of bad for some reason though. It is like everything is being taken away from Logan. Everything he loves. First Jean, and now Marie. I hope he does not hate me for it. I should probably talk to him about it this morning. I haven't seen him at all though, and I was going to ask Charles if he knew where he was, but it is better if I just search for myself.
The snow stopped falling, but the sky was still clouded over. It was actually a very nice day considering that it was winter. Ororo had excused herself from the table and was walking outside in the garden looking for Logan. He was probably not outside. He would either be in the danger room, or the…danger room.
Ororo was about to turn around when she heard voices speaking softly. She was curious and silenced her footsteps, creeping up to the bushes. She pushed them apart as slowly as possible without being noticed. The snow from atop the bush would occasionally fall to the ground and, in her mind, Ororo cursed herself for not learning anything from Logan.
Jean and Scott were sitting on the stone bench in the middle of a circle of snow-covered flowers. Jean was looking down at Scott's hands, which were lying on top of her lap. "I have something to tell you Scott," she whispered so low, Ororo could barely hear what she said.
"Oh no, don't tell me," Scott said dreading the worst. Ororo giggled to herself.
"No, no it's not bad or anything. At least I don't think it is," Jean said playing with Scott's fingers. She acted as though she was so amazed by them.
"Well?" Scott was nervous and you could tell.
"I'm pregnant," Jean said quietly.
"What?!"
"I'm pregnant," Jean said again. Suddenly, Scott threw his arms around Jean, scaring her half to death. He laughed and laughed, holding her close. Soon enough, Jean chimed in and laughed along. They kissed each other silly, Scott never letting go of his wife. "Scott, what's wrong?" Jean asked suddenly noticing her husband's wet cheeks. He was crying.
"Thank you for this Christmas gift," he whispered.
"When should we tell the others?" Jean asked happily.
"On Christmas Day, it will be their surprise as well."
Ororo left her place near the bush, and dusted off her dark pants making sure there was no snow on them. She hugged her brown jacket closer. She smiled all the way back to the kitchen door. Everyone asked her what happened, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
I am so happy for Jean. It will be the perfect gift for everyone. Maybe not Logan. Oh Goddess, I should talk to him. I still have not found him but I have a pretty good idea where he is. I need to find out if he is all right so that I quit worrying for him so.
Ororo walked down the hallway to the elevator that would take her to the danger room. She was almost positive where Logan would be. Suddenly, the door of someone's room opened. They were like a brick wall, and Ororo ended up on the floor, rubbing her bottom.
"Ororo are you okay?" a gruff voice asked.
"Oh Logan! I was looking for you! I thought that you would be in the…umm, never mind. I was wondering if you were going to come down for breakfast," Ororo said taking the hand that Logan offered.
"Yea I was on my way," he stated and began towards the kitchen, leaving Ororo standing by herself.
"Oh okay then," she whispered and continued to infirmary that was downstairs in the basement, where Jean worked. Logan looked back and cursed himself for being mean to her, and for even caring.
He did not have to be so mean about it! I mean I was just worrying about him, and here he is just blowing me off! Why am I even caring? Usually, things would have worked like this all the time. I would ask, he would ignore, I would yell, and he would walk off. Before he left for Canada that was what always happened. But after her left…I guess I missed fighting with him. But that doesn't mean I love him…but then why do I care so much? I talked with Jean after fighting with Logan, and she knew I was there behind that bush! She wasn't supposed to know I was there! It is my own fault for eavesdropping. Again, I am happy for my friend.
That night, Ororo stayed up light to watch 'It's a Wonderful Life'. She had never seen the whole thing. She stood up, stretched, reached for the remote and turned off the television. The snow had begun falling again and it was beautiful. Tomorrow was going to be Christmas Eve and a good snowball fight was in someone's near future. She just had to figure out exactly who is was.
Logan peeped around the corner, from the kitchen and walked over to Ororo. She turned around first and almost fell over. "Logan! Stop doing that!" she yelled.
"Sorry, it's a habit," he said, smiling.
A wicked smile grew on Ororo's lips. This was the one, and he was going to get it now that he deserved it. The only thing was how was she supposed to get Logan outside in the snow? How does anyone get the Wolverine outside?
"What were you smiling about Storm?" he asked. He knew she was thinking about something, but he didn't know what.
"Oh just a little something. Come on Logan," Ororo cooed, walking over to Logan and wrapping her arm, through one of his. She walked him over to the front door and reached for her jacket that hung on the coat rack. Logan was a little surprised by what was happening and then he remembered her wicked smile.
"Where are we goin' Storm?" he asked cautiously.
"Why are we being so formal here? Call me by my name," she said innocently.
Logan watched her as she buttoned up her coat. "Okay, Ro."
Ororo looked over at him, one cloud-colored eyebrow raised itself. She grabbed for his arm again and then she opened the door and walked outside with him. They walked in silence for a while and then Ororo walked ahead of Logan. She put out her palm to stop him and spoke up with her Goddess voice. "You have had this coming for a long time my friend," Ororo said raising off the ground and gathering snow in a little ball. It hurled itself at Logan's form.
Logan grinned wolfishly and then dodging her incoming snowball, he grabbed his own snowball. He threw it, but Ororo being the weather goddess, stopped it and then, floating on the wind, it went straight back at Logan.
"That's not fair Ro! Everyone knows you're the weather witch!" he yelled dodging another snowball.
"Is Logan actually turning down a challenge?" she asked amazed.
"Don't bet on it," he said softly, jumping up at Ororo's form. She screamed, hitting the cold snow. She and Logan went tumbling across the yard, snow gathering all over themselves. Ororo screamed again, the coldness hitting her face.
"Logan! Logan let go of me," she pleaded when they finally came to a stop. Snow was everywhere. It was in her hair, one her face, settling around her jacket and against her clothes.
"Give up Goddess?" he asked. She wiggled even harder trying to get away. "You're not going anywhere, so you mind as well just stop struggling. It'll save you a lot of time if ya do," Logan stated. He was right of course, but Ororo would not let him win her over even if it was inevitable.
"Okay, okay," she finally said. She was tired, wet, and mad because Logan was supposed to be the won begging her to stop. "I give up," she whispered.
"What was that Storm?" Logan asked again, putting his hand to his ear, letting go of one of Ororo's arms. This was her perfect opportunity.
"I said," she began. It was so fast, Logan didn't even see her do it. Ororo grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at Logan. "Do you surrender?"
He shook his head vigorously, returning his hand to her arm. "I don't thing so darlin'," he replied. Suddenly, there was nothing but silence and Ororo and Logan were looking deeply in each other's eyes. Both were looking for the other to stand down, to give in. But neither would. If Logan hadn't done what he did, they would have been outside all night.
His kissed me! And I think I kissed him back! Oh no! What am I going to do now?
Logan gently pressed his warms lips to hers. You could have sworn that there was steam coming from the two. Ororo was afraid at first, but then she relaxed and gave into Logan. This wasn't a joke to get Ororo to give in, but if it were, Logan would have won the game.
I did not know what to do. Maybe I wanted Logan to kiss me, and that is why I wrapped my arms around his neck. Well, you're right there Ororo. You did want this remember? Oh no, Logan was the one who started this! But then again he was the one who finished it.
Logan opened his eyes and saw Ororo. Her mocha colored skin, long eyelashes, and beautiful hair that was plastered to the sides of her head. He pulled away and saw her beautiful blue eyes and pouty pink lips, as well. She was so embarrassed that she got up quickly and ran back inside, leaving Logan to be by himself.
Oh, why did he have to stop? If it was not him, it would have been me sooner or later. Things are so confusing now; I hope that we can at least still be friends. Oh Goddess, help me again…
That next morning, Ororo woke up about a couple hours later than usual. She touched her head and fall gently back onto her bed. She wanted sleep again. Her bed was so soft and warm and safe…
"Ororo! Are you all right in there? You've slept until twelve!" Jean called from the other side of the door.
"Twelve?!" Ororo shouted. "Oh Goddess…"
"Are you all right? Are you sick?" Jean asked.
"No, I am fine. I will be right down Jean," she called back. Ororo heard her friend's heels hitting the wooden floor and was thankful. For some strange reason, all she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and sleep. She didn't go to bed until one o'clock in the morning, and she was still tired.
The snow stopped falling and the sun shone in its place. It was strange to see that the Christmas snow was already melting. Finally, after some persuasion, Ororo rose from her bedroom. She immediately seeked out Remy. Ororo searched everywhere, not finding her old friend.
"Hey Ro," Logan called. She turned to see him when suddenly the room began swirling. Her hand went straight to her head, trying to stop the spinning. "Ororo!" Logan shouted, catching her around the waist. "Are you okay?" He sounded worried and his face even showed it.
"I feel unbalanced this morning that is all. I do not understand it at all," she whispered in his ear. Her voice was weak and her skin felt hot.
"Stormy!" Remy yelled, coming through the backdoor. Marie followed close behind. They had apparently been walking in the garden, admiring the sun's warmth and the blossoming flowers that sprung out from under the melting snow. "Wha's wrong chere?" he asked concerned.
"Nothing Remy, I am fine."
"She told me that this morning too," Jean said. "Let me examine you Ororo just to make sure that you are all right."
"Oh Goddess, all right Jean," she answered. Logan's hand came under Ororo's leg and pulled her close to him. His other hand remained around her waist. She did nothing to stop him and snuggled closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you Logan," she whispered.
"Do ya think that she'll be alright Remy?" Rogue asked standing close to him.
"Stormy is a strong girl petite, she be fine. C'mon, chere let's finish our walk in da garden. I can't believe dat it's dis sunny outside," Remy said grabbing Rogue's hand. She blushed and giggled, holding his hand. Christmas was suddenly getting better by the minute.
December 24, 2002
This morning I was dizzy and sick. Oh Goddess, I do not want to be sick on Christmas Eve! I am getting better though. With Rogue's soup and Remy's hot chocolate, who wouldn't get better? Jean said she thinks it is the sudden change in weather that has caused me to become dizzy and sick all of a sudden. I felt fine last night, but then again, snow was falling, as it should have been. It is a little weird that, especially in Manhattan, the snow has stopped falling so early. Charles is working with Cerebro right now trying to figure out why the weather has changed. Hopefully it is nothing. Knowing our luck, it will not be…
"Hey Ororo, how are ya doing?" Logan asked stepping into the infirmary.
"Oh fine. How is Charles coming along with Cerebro?" she asked.
"Nothing yet. It was probably just another one of those freak things. It does seem a little strange though that the snow stopped fallin'," Logan replied. He sat down next to her on the infirmary bed, and it looked as though he was going to put his hand over hers, but he pulled it back quickly.
"So can I leave?" Ororo asked hopefully.
"Yea, Jean told me to come and tell ya," Logan answered.
"There is one piece of good news," Ororo replied. She proceeded to step out of her bed and look around for her regular clothes.
"Right here darlin'," Logan said.
Ororo blushed. "Oh thank you Logan," she replied reaching for her clothes. Instead of getting her clothes, she got something more from Logan. He moved closer and pressed his lips to her warm ones, the clothes falling softly to the floor, allowing his arms to come around her waist. She was shocked at first, but answered him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What was that for Logan?" Ororo asked, pressing her forehead to his.
"I was confused about what happened last night, and I didn't know what ta do. So, I followed my instincts. I thought that maybe you could decide for me," he answered. He smiled and she saw it. "Looks like you did."
"Logan! You sneaky little…" she said hitting him gently across his chest. She acted as though she was enraged, but she was glad what he did; it saved her the embarrassment if he didn't like her that way. It was somehow decided that they cared greatly for each other, even though they hadn't said a word.
"I wanna be with ya Ro. I really do," Logan whispered. Ororo's heart jumped up and down in her chest. She held onto Logan and wouldn't let him go.
"I know," she whispered. He laughed and looked her in the eye. He kissed her again and again. The only thing that interrupted them was someone clearing their throat and Logan swore he was going to kill whoever did it, but once he saw the it was Marie who was standing in the doorway with flowers, he smiled and kissed Ororo once more on the nose, before exiting the infirmary.