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Hope you've been entertained so far, after all that's what we're here for.
Once again thank-you to all my reviewers, you've been a great
encouragement.
Now for chapter four..
Ororo was sat on one of the chairs that adorned her balcony, chewing on
her fingernails absent-mindedly. She had been there for some time now,
she'd come back up to her room to change her clothing after the gardening.
She couldn't help but be somewhat relieved when she realised that Remy was
nowhere in sight.
Clouds gathered ominously over head, blocking out the stars that had
littered the sky when the evening began. Ororo still held the green
plastic watering can, that she had earlier been sprinkling her attic room
plants with, in her right hand. She didn't notice the spout beginning to
tip gradually in her slackening grip. The clear liquid within trickled in
a steady stream to the wooden decking at her feet. The water spread as it
pooled on the floor, making it's way to her bare feet. She jumped at the
coldness as the puddle met its destination, instantly she pulled the can
up straight and set it on the ground carefully.
"Goddess please tell me? What am I to do? Ororo whispered to the still
night sky as she stood up, walking slowly to the balconies wrought iron
railing. A shaking breath escaped her mouth as she felt tears of
frustration spring up behind her closed lids.
"Please---" She whispered again, the tears escaping from the corners of
her closed eyes, trailing down her smooth face and neck. Her delicate
hands gripped the railing tightly, so tight that her knuckles began to
turn white.
"Please what?" The deep and slightly slurred voice made Ororo cry out as
she span round to face the intruder.
Logan was leaning, well more supporting his weight on the doorframe of the
attic entrance. Ororo stared at him in shock, she'd never seen him look so
ghastly, so---broken. He appeared to be struggling to focus or even keep
his eyes open at all.
"Oh Logan!" The words came out thin and weak as her trembling hand shot
upwards to cover her mouth. More tears flowed, blurring her vision, making
it difficult to see him. She blinked them away and cleared her throat,
trying to compose herself for the conversation she'd been dreading every
minute of every day since this nightmare started.
Logan made his way unsteadily into the room, almost dragging his feet
along, visibly concentrating on the effort to keep upright. As he came
forwards Ororo took a small step back, she had no idea why. But she soon
realised as she felt cold iron pressing against her, that she was as far
back as she was going to go. She swallowed hard as a lump formed in her
throat, her hand coming to rest on her stomach where butterflies raged
inside.
She was terrified, not of Logan, she could never be scarred of him, but of
the situation. She couldn't see what was going to happen and it frightened
her, she was used to being in control.
"So?" Logan drawled as he collapsed down into a reading chair. His eyes
seemed clearer now, able to focus. He trained them on Ororo intently. Her
face was in shadow at present but her hair and creamy, knee-length summer
dress shone despite the dull light of the clouded night.
"So what?" She managed to reply, a little more sharply than she had
intended.
"Come in here." It sounded more like an order than a request and for a
moment Ororo stiffened, indignant at the tone of his voice. But then she
thought to herself that this was no time for pride and did as he said.
She walked at a steady pace over to the identical chair that was opposite
his, never looking at him once. She sat down, perching herself on the edge
of her seat, resting her forearms on her knees as she clasped her hands
together in front of her. Finally Ororo looked up at Logan who had never
taken his eyes off her. The intensity of his gaze started to unnerve her
but he wouldn't break it, a tense silence began to spread between them.
"Is. It. Mine." Logan spoke slowly and precisely, the seriousness of the
situation obviously helping to drain away at least some of the effects of
the alcohol. His face was set in a hard, unreadable expression as he
waited for his answer.
Ororo turned her face to the floor, her eyes screwed shut. She couldn't
take anymore of that look. Her head sank down to her balled up hands as
she started to shake it just barely from side to side. Her heart was
pounding erratically in her chest and she felt it would explode if it
didn't slow down soon.
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come from it. She had no
breath with which to speak. She drew in a large intake of air, it stung
the sides of her throat and when she released it her whole body shook.
Then she tried again.
"I do not know." She finally admitted, the words were barely audible but
she knew Logan would catch them. She didn't dare to look up.
"It's mine." Logan stated quite matter-of-factly.
Ororo's head shot up and she glared at him in confusion. For a moment the
thought that he could perhaps smell that it was his flashed through her
mind. But she dismissed that thought as soon as she had it, it was just
too ridiculous.
"How would you know?!" She shouted, surprising herself with the amount of
anger she heard in her voice.
He didn't reply he just kept on looking at her with that strange
expression still on his face.
"I'm-I'm sorry." She said, swallowing hard. "I did not mean to snap. It is
just that I do not know whose child I am carrying and I hate myself for
it." Ororo stood up swiftly, one hand resting on her hip, closing around
her lower back as the other went up to her forehead. She rubbed her
fingers across her knitted brow with a steady pressure. Still Logan said
nothing as Ororo began to pace back and forth as if in deep thought.
"How in the world did I let myself get into this horrid position?" The
question was directed more at herself than at Logan who was bringing
himself to the edge of his seat in order to sit up straight. The chair
groaned under his artificially enhanced weight. Finally he spoke.
"I don't know 'Ro. All I do know is that I can't---" He stopped abruptly,
his jaw tensing as he clenched both of his fists. His knuckles began to
itch. It was obvious he was trying to keep his anger in check, but she had
to ask.
"Can't what Logan?" Ororo prompted, feeling herself tense at the sight of
Logan's growing rage.
"I can't sit around here and watch some other fucker bring up my kid." He
ground the words out through gritted teeth, amazing himself that he
managed to keep control as he vocalised his greatest fear.
"But---" She started, but the sight of Logan springing from his chair
towards her stopped the words in her throat. She realised that there was
no point in protesting again. He'd clearly made up his mind that he was
the father.
Logan reached out for her, grabbing both her arms with strong hands and
pulled her to his broad chest.
"Leave him." He snarled.
"Wh-what?!"
" Leave him!" He repeated louder.
"Don't be so ridiculous Logan, I can't leave him!" She laughed nervously
in disbelief.
"Yes you can!" Logan shouted so loudly and so close that it hurt her ears,
making her grimace. The stench of cheap drink and stale cigar smoke
assaulting her nostrils.
"Do not do this to me Logan please! I beg of you, don't be difficult!"
Ororo couldn't stop herself from sobbing any longer as the situation span
rapidly out of control.
Logan released his grip on her arms only to wrap his powerful, muscular
arms around her body, pulling her closer to him.
"I'm not being difficult darlin'" His voice was calmer now but he could
still feel himself teetering on the edge. "I want you to be with me, I
want to be a father to my kid. I'm not giving this up Ororo, I won't!"
Ororo struggled in his grasp, the tears flowing freely now. She eventually
managed to escape from his arms, pushing herself backwards and away from
him.
"NO! I love Remy. I love him damn it and this is his child!" She smacked
her hand down roughly on her abdomen, clutching at the material that
covered it. "Why have you done this to me? Why couldn't you have kept your
mouth shut?!" Her voice was becoming a hysterical scream as panic gripped
her.
"It takes two to tango darlin'!" He spat the words out, his face flushed
was rage as once more he clenched his fists at his sides.
Ororo turned from him, wrapping her arms around herself, as her cries
became small whimpers.
"I'm sorry 'Ro. I---I didn't mean to shout at yer sweetheart, but do you
know how hard it's been for me? Hell it was bad enough before, that's why
I left. But this?! Fuck me! I didn't think it could get any worse." Logan
ran one had roughly over his face in a scrubbing motion as if washing it.
Washing away the pain. Pursing his lips, he breathed in deeply through his
nose.
Ororo turned just her head to face him, observing him from a sideways
glance, her thick hair obscuring her view somewhat.
"I'm sorry too. I am as much to blame for this mess as you." She turned
her head back away from him. Staring blankly into space she muttered,
"What are we going to do Logan?"
Logan shifted slightly on his feet and moved towards Ororo. As he came
near, close enough to touch he brought his hair covered right arm out in
front of him, surprised to see it shaking slightly as he placed the palm
of his hand on her back.
She shivered at the contact, her arms wrapped tighter around herself as
she bit down on her lower lip to stop the cry that was threatening to
break out. Logan's hand crept agonisingly slowly up her back, the material
that covered it bunching under the movement. As ha did this his left arm
made its way around her middle, his large hand coming to rest on her
currently flat stomach.
Ororo didn't know why but she couldn't stop her own hand from going down
to cover his, resting it over his gently. Logan moved closer to her, his
chest making physical contact. His right hand was now entangled in her
impossibly thick platinum hair. She could feel his hot breath on her back
and her head started to spin. She didn't know what she was feeling
anymore, her mind was all over the place. All she did know was that right
now she needed to be held.
"Ororo?" Logan's strangely tender voice cut through the still air like a
knife. "Leave here with me. Tonight. I'm beggin' yer darlin', please. I
can't go on without you."
* * *
As Remy made his way determinedly to the attic room one thought kept
running through his tortured mind.
# She don' wan' dis baby#
It was such an obvious reason for her odd behaviour that he couldn't
believe the thought hadn't come to him earlier. Maybe it had but he'd
ignored it like so much else.
He wanted this child so much that his heart nearly exploded with joy ever
time he thought about it. Finally a chance to redeem for past sins in a
way. All the blood that stained his hands would be somehow washed away
with the love, care and devotion he would give to this one mortal soul. He
didn't know if that were true but in his heart he felt it was and that was
enough for him right now. The thought that Ororo might not want his child
was too much for him to bear.
Here he was running down the darkened hallways of the X-mansion, his lungs
beginning to burn with the effort as he rounded the last corner. He came
to a sudden stop as he found himself at the foot of the attic stairwell.
He stood perfectly still, only the sound of his laboured breathing filling
his ears in the deathly silence that settled around him.
Now that he had reached his destination he was unsure of what his next
actions would be. Did he really want to confront her? What if he received
an answer that he did not want to hear?
These questions and a million others whizzed through his panicked mind.
His right hand stole up to his head, clutching at his hanging auburn
fringe. He was unable to stop a small tortured sound emanating from his
barely parted lips. His crimson on black eyes began to well up but he
blinked the tears back. He was determined to face whatever awaited him up
there with strength.
Remy loved her so much, she was his soul mate and he couldn't imagine
being without her now. Even after the way she had been treating him he
still couldn't feel badly towards her, not seriously anyway.
It had taken him a long while to realise that what he felt for Rogue was
nothing more than the temptation of 'wanting what one could not have',not to say that he hadn't felt some kind of love for her, but he was just too...immature at that point in his life.
He'd always been a self-confessed 'ladies man' his entire adult life so
falling in love with someone he didn't have to or couldn't commit to was
easy. But the way he felt about his Stormy ran so much deeper. She had
been the one to convince him that running away from real, tangible love
was futile. She was the one who had grounded him.
All Remy wanted now was to be with his wife and their growing child, to
hold her close. He couldn't comprehend the idea that his brightest dreams
and darkest nightmares were coming true at the same time.
He breathed in deeply, letting the air out in a steady stream.
"I gotta do dis." His voice was low and determined but his body was rigid
with tension. Taking yet another deep breath he proceeded to make his way
up the shadowy, curving stairwell.
-To Be Continued-
Getting excited yet? O.K to anyone who read this before the next chapter
will not be the conclusion as I said. Thanks goes out to Jubes for
encouraging me to extend the story.
Hope you've been entertained so far, after all that's what we're here for.
Once again thank-you to all my reviewers, you've been a great
encouragement.
Now for chapter four..
Ororo was sat on one of the chairs that adorned her balcony, chewing on
her fingernails absent-mindedly. She had been there for some time now,
she'd come back up to her room to change her clothing after the gardening.
She couldn't help but be somewhat relieved when she realised that Remy was
nowhere in sight.
Clouds gathered ominously over head, blocking out the stars that had
littered the sky when the evening began. Ororo still held the green
plastic watering can, that she had earlier been sprinkling her attic room
plants with, in her right hand. She didn't notice the spout beginning to
tip gradually in her slackening grip. The clear liquid within trickled in
a steady stream to the wooden decking at her feet. The water spread as it
pooled on the floor, making it's way to her bare feet. She jumped at the
coldness as the puddle met its destination, instantly she pulled the can
up straight and set it on the ground carefully.
"Goddess please tell me? What am I to do? Ororo whispered to the still
night sky as she stood up, walking slowly to the balconies wrought iron
railing. A shaking breath escaped her mouth as she felt tears of
frustration spring up behind her closed lids.
"Please---" She whispered again, the tears escaping from the corners of
her closed eyes, trailing down her smooth face and neck. Her delicate
hands gripped the railing tightly, so tight that her knuckles began to
turn white.
"Please what?" The deep and slightly slurred voice made Ororo cry out as
she span round to face the intruder.
Logan was leaning, well more supporting his weight on the doorframe of the
attic entrance. Ororo stared at him in shock, she'd never seen him look so
ghastly, so---broken. He appeared to be struggling to focus or even keep
his eyes open at all.
"Oh Logan!" The words came out thin and weak as her trembling hand shot
upwards to cover her mouth. More tears flowed, blurring her vision, making
it difficult to see him. She blinked them away and cleared her throat,
trying to compose herself for the conversation she'd been dreading every
minute of every day since this nightmare started.
Logan made his way unsteadily into the room, almost dragging his feet
along, visibly concentrating on the effort to keep upright. As he came
forwards Ororo took a small step back, she had no idea why. But she soon
realised as she felt cold iron pressing against her, that she was as far
back as she was going to go. She swallowed hard as a lump formed in her
throat, her hand coming to rest on her stomach where butterflies raged
inside.
She was terrified, not of Logan, she could never be scarred of him, but of
the situation. She couldn't see what was going to happen and it frightened
her, she was used to being in control.
"So?" Logan drawled as he collapsed down into a reading chair. His eyes
seemed clearer now, able to focus. He trained them on Ororo intently. Her
face was in shadow at present but her hair and creamy, knee-length summer
dress shone despite the dull light of the clouded night.
"So what?" She managed to reply, a little more sharply than she had
intended.
"Come in here." It sounded more like an order than a request and for a
moment Ororo stiffened, indignant at the tone of his voice. But then she
thought to herself that this was no time for pride and did as he said.
She walked at a steady pace over to the identical chair that was opposite
his, never looking at him once. She sat down, perching herself on the edge
of her seat, resting her forearms on her knees as she clasped her hands
together in front of her. Finally Ororo looked up at Logan who had never
taken his eyes off her. The intensity of his gaze started to unnerve her
but he wouldn't break it, a tense silence began to spread between them.
"Is. It. Mine." Logan spoke slowly and precisely, the seriousness of the
situation obviously helping to drain away at least some of the effects of
the alcohol. His face was set in a hard, unreadable expression as he
waited for his answer.
Ororo turned her face to the floor, her eyes screwed shut. She couldn't
take anymore of that look. Her head sank down to her balled up hands as
she started to shake it just barely from side to side. Her heart was
pounding erratically in her chest and she felt it would explode if it
didn't slow down soon.
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come from it. She had no
breath with which to speak. She drew in a large intake of air, it stung
the sides of her throat and when she released it her whole body shook.
Then she tried again.
"I do not know." She finally admitted, the words were barely audible but
she knew Logan would catch them. She didn't dare to look up.
"It's mine." Logan stated quite matter-of-factly.
Ororo's head shot up and she glared at him in confusion. For a moment the
thought that he could perhaps smell that it was his flashed through her
mind. But she dismissed that thought as soon as she had it, it was just
too ridiculous.
"How would you know?!" She shouted, surprising herself with the amount of
anger she heard in her voice.
He didn't reply he just kept on looking at her with that strange
expression still on his face.
"I'm-I'm sorry." She said, swallowing hard. "I did not mean to snap. It is
just that I do not know whose child I am carrying and I hate myself for
it." Ororo stood up swiftly, one hand resting on her hip, closing around
her lower back as the other went up to her forehead. She rubbed her
fingers across her knitted brow with a steady pressure. Still Logan said
nothing as Ororo began to pace back and forth as if in deep thought.
"How in the world did I let myself get into this horrid position?" The
question was directed more at herself than at Logan who was bringing
himself to the edge of his seat in order to sit up straight. The chair
groaned under his artificially enhanced weight. Finally he spoke.
"I don't know 'Ro. All I do know is that I can't---" He stopped abruptly,
his jaw tensing as he clenched both of his fists. His knuckles began to
itch. It was obvious he was trying to keep his anger in check, but she had
to ask.
"Can't what Logan?" Ororo prompted, feeling herself tense at the sight of
Logan's growing rage.
"I can't sit around here and watch some other fucker bring up my kid." He
ground the words out through gritted teeth, amazing himself that he
managed to keep control as he vocalised his greatest fear.
"But---" She started, but the sight of Logan springing from his chair
towards her stopped the words in her throat. She realised that there was
no point in protesting again. He'd clearly made up his mind that he was
the father.
Logan reached out for her, grabbing both her arms with strong hands and
pulled her to his broad chest.
"Leave him." He snarled.
"Wh-what?!"
" Leave him!" He repeated louder.
"Don't be so ridiculous Logan, I can't leave him!" She laughed nervously
in disbelief.
"Yes you can!" Logan shouted so loudly and so close that it hurt her ears,
making her grimace. The stench of cheap drink and stale cigar smoke
assaulting her nostrils.
"Do not do this to me Logan please! I beg of you, don't be difficult!"
Ororo couldn't stop herself from sobbing any longer as the situation span
rapidly out of control.
Logan released his grip on her arms only to wrap his powerful, muscular
arms around her body, pulling her closer to him.
"I'm not being difficult darlin'" His voice was calmer now but he could
still feel himself teetering on the edge. "I want you to be with me, I
want to be a father to my kid. I'm not giving this up Ororo, I won't!"
Ororo struggled in his grasp, the tears flowing freely now. She eventually
managed to escape from his arms, pushing herself backwards and away from
him.
"NO! I love Remy. I love him damn it and this is his child!" She smacked
her hand down roughly on her abdomen, clutching at the material that
covered it. "Why have you done this to me? Why couldn't you have kept your
mouth shut?!" Her voice was becoming a hysterical scream as panic gripped
her.
"It takes two to tango darlin'!" He spat the words out, his face flushed
was rage as once more he clenched his fists at his sides.
Ororo turned from him, wrapping her arms around herself, as her cries
became small whimpers.
"I'm sorry 'Ro. I---I didn't mean to shout at yer sweetheart, but do you
know how hard it's been for me? Hell it was bad enough before, that's why
I left. But this?! Fuck me! I didn't think it could get any worse." Logan
ran one had roughly over his face in a scrubbing motion as if washing it.
Washing away the pain. Pursing his lips, he breathed in deeply through his
nose.
Ororo turned just her head to face him, observing him from a sideways
glance, her thick hair obscuring her view somewhat.
"I'm sorry too. I am as much to blame for this mess as you." She turned
her head back away from him. Staring blankly into space she muttered,
"What are we going to do Logan?"
Logan shifted slightly on his feet and moved towards Ororo. As he came
near, close enough to touch he brought his hair covered right arm out in
front of him, surprised to see it shaking slightly as he placed the palm
of his hand on her back.
She shivered at the contact, her arms wrapped tighter around herself as
she bit down on her lower lip to stop the cry that was threatening to
break out. Logan's hand crept agonisingly slowly up her back, the material
that covered it bunching under the movement. As ha did this his left arm
made its way around her middle, his large hand coming to rest on her
currently flat stomach.
Ororo didn't know why but she couldn't stop her own hand from going down
to cover his, resting it over his gently. Logan moved closer to her, his
chest making physical contact. His right hand was now entangled in her
impossibly thick platinum hair. She could feel his hot breath on her back
and her head started to spin. She didn't know what she was feeling
anymore, her mind was all over the place. All she did know was that right
now she needed to be held.
"Ororo?" Logan's strangely tender voice cut through the still air like a
knife. "Leave here with me. Tonight. I'm beggin' yer darlin', please. I
can't go on without you."
* * *
As Remy made his way determinedly to the attic room one thought kept
running through his tortured mind.
# She don' wan' dis baby#
It was such an obvious reason for her odd behaviour that he couldn't
believe the thought hadn't come to him earlier. Maybe it had but he'd
ignored it like so much else.
He wanted this child so much that his heart nearly exploded with joy ever
time he thought about it. Finally a chance to redeem for past sins in a
way. All the blood that stained his hands would be somehow washed away
with the love, care and devotion he would give to this one mortal soul. He
didn't know if that were true but in his heart he felt it was and that was
enough for him right now. The thought that Ororo might not want his child
was too much for him to bear.
Here he was running down the darkened hallways of the X-mansion, his lungs
beginning to burn with the effort as he rounded the last corner. He came
to a sudden stop as he found himself at the foot of the attic stairwell.
He stood perfectly still, only the sound of his laboured breathing filling
his ears in the deathly silence that settled around him.
Now that he had reached his destination he was unsure of what his next
actions would be. Did he really want to confront her? What if he received
an answer that he did not want to hear?
These questions and a million others whizzed through his panicked mind.
His right hand stole up to his head, clutching at his hanging auburn
fringe. He was unable to stop a small tortured sound emanating from his
barely parted lips. His crimson on black eyes began to well up but he
blinked the tears back. He was determined to face whatever awaited him up
there with strength.
Remy loved her so much, she was his soul mate and he couldn't imagine
being without her now. Even after the way she had been treating him he
still couldn't feel badly towards her, not seriously anyway.
It had taken him a long while to realise that what he felt for Rogue was
nothing more than the temptation of 'wanting what one could not have',not to say that he hadn't felt some kind of love for her, but he was just too...immature at that point in his life.
He'd always been a self-confessed 'ladies man' his entire adult life so
falling in love with someone he didn't have to or couldn't commit to was
easy. But the way he felt about his Stormy ran so much deeper. She had
been the one to convince him that running away from real, tangible love
was futile. She was the one who had grounded him.
All Remy wanted now was to be with his wife and their growing child, to
hold her close. He couldn't comprehend the idea that his brightest dreams
and darkest nightmares were coming true at the same time.
He breathed in deeply, letting the air out in a steady stream.
"I gotta do dis." His voice was low and determined but his body was rigid
with tension. Taking yet another deep breath he proceeded to make his way
up the shadowy, curving stairwell.
-To Be Continued-
Getting excited yet? O.K to anyone who read this before the next chapter
will not be the conclusion as I said. Thanks goes out to Jubes for
encouraging me to extend the story.