~*~ Disclaimer ~*~ As much as I would like, I in no way fathomable own any of the X-men or anything that go with it. If I did, I definitely wouldn't be writing Fanfics. J

~Heylo all, this is your friendly fanfic author here. I've been searching lately for RoLo (Ororo/Logan) pairings in fanfics and I've not found many. Since I've noticed that there are quite a few people out there that don't support this pairing, I figured that I'd give my reasonings for putting the two together. First, it seems to me that Logan is driven purely on emotions, while Ororo has to keep her emotions in constant check. In my opinion, Logan would want the control that Ororo has, and she would want the ability to cut loose that Logan has. It makes sense that this would draw them together, and then, they're great friends as it is. And lets face it, most of us out there have seen great friendships grow into something more. Anywhoo, this sort of follows the comics. As best as I can anyway. My fiancé has a lot of older ones and none of the most recent ones, so if something is out of place, you'll have to forgive me. Anyway, enjoy and please R/R!

Ororo Munroe sat in the library of the Westchester mansion of Charles Xavier, known to outsiders as the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning, and known to the residents as the home of the X-men. She sat gazing out a window at the beautiful view of the grounds; her cup of coffee forgotten and cold sat on the table before her. With everyone out for the day and no other activities, she allowed her thoughts to wander. A choice she was now beginning to regret. Her mind seemed to continually focus on her mistakes…and on Forge. She sighed softly as she gazed out at the beautiful sunny day. Sometimes I am tempted to make the weather fit my mood, she thought, but it is not my place to ruin the small vacation they have earned.

"'Ro? Want some company?" a familiar gruff voice jolted her out of her reverie.

She turned to see the source of the voice, "Logan? I thought you had gone with the others."

He shrugged, "Wouldn'ta been any fun without ya."

She smiled and shook her head, "Come join me then, Logan. I would welcome the company."

He gave her a playful smirk, "I was gonna whether you invited me or not, darlin'."

She again shook her head as he sat down. She turned her gaze outside again and let out another sigh.

"What's on yer mind, 'Ro? You don't seem to be yourself today," Logan asked her.

"Just thinking about the past."

"Doesn't seem to be very many happy memories you're rememberin'."

"No…not many," she admitted.

"Listen, 'Ro, I've seen how lonely you've been since Forge left. At first I thought 'Eh, she's a big girl, she'll get over it.' But after all these years, you still think about him don'tcha?"

She nodded.

"If you need ta talk, I'm here for ya. You've been there enough for me, think I should return the favor."

"Thank you, Logan."

"Hey, anytime. You know I care about ya…"

She caught the odd tone in his voice and looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "In what way do you mean, Logan?"

"In all ways possible, 'Ro."

She stared at him, stunned for a moment, "Logan…I…"

He raised a hand to stop her, "You don't have to say anything right now, just think about it. Forge ain't the only one who can recognize a beautiful lady when she's around."

She watched after him as he got up and walked out without another word. Goddess, what has brought that on? she thought. She turned to stare out the window again, but this time her thoughts were focused completely on Logan.

~You're friendly author again. That's all I got for the first chapter, I know it's short, but hey, it's the first X-men fic I've wrote and I want some reviews. If there's a demand on more, then I'll write more. J