A Dream is a Dream if Only believed as a Dream
By: BNY
Dedicated to N.L. Johnson A.K.A Artemisn. I promised this person that I would write a Lo/Ro story. I have to confess that this is my first Ro/Lo pairing story; so I hope it's all in the clear of satisfactory to this person and to all who read and review it. Hint hint people: review please. I took some great deal of time to think of how I was going to come up with a Ro/Lo story, and I must say that I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. I've never wrote a story that is like this. I can't say that it's a one of a kind, but it'll do. SO… on with the story!
Chapter One
Cairo, Egypt, South Africa: 1938
The sun blazed down on the unforgiving sands of this dry land, making the creatures of this desert plain run for shadows. Cairo, a great and beautiful city of it's own; where the pyramids rise in the back ground for all those who aren't accustomed to such a site gaze in awe and wonder.
A beautiful native of this country with long flowing white hair and coffee colored smooth skin sat down on one of the many benches as she looked at the pyramids. She raised her slender hand to shield her dark brown eyes from the harsh yet warm sun. She gazed and gazed, thinking of how those ancient people could've built such a wonder with primitive tools. She was an Egyptologist, a rare commodity of this society as she wasn't completely the "ideal" color. But her knowledge of the Ancient tongue, writing and reading abilities of the language gained her a decent place among the monarchy.
She was glad that her father was an English gentleman; for if he was a native as was her mother, she wouldn't have loved Egypt as much as she did, for if she did she wouldn't be able to obtain her station as of this day. It was due to her father that she loved Egypt; he loved it as much as she did, possibly more, and he himself was an Egyptologist and photographer. Without his position in England of the scholars, she wouldn't have been able to get any education higher than what was needed.
She smiled at herself as she was glad of who and what she was. She wasn't full blooded English, neither was she a full blooded African, but she didn't mind, she had the best of both worlds. She didn't consider herself white, or black, just what she felt like; herself. If she felt any different, she would be uncomfortable. So, to keep herself the way she was, she strived in her work and at her home; being content with who she was and doing what she loved to do. She never did anything she didn't like, she didn't say things she didn't like to say; the things that people do to help raise their status or whatever, the things that make them uncomfortable; they are declaring to the world that they don't know, don't care and don't like to be themselves.
"Sad." she whispered to herself as she continued to gaze at the site.
"What's so sad?" an American voice came from behind.
~oh no. ~ She thought as she turned around to see a rather tall man in her view.
~Americans are the worst to run into. ~ She thought as she looked up at him curiously.
"May I help you sir?" she asked politely; her semi strong African accent sounding clear as a bell in her voice.
"I was just wondering what was so sad." he said as politely as she did and sat down beside her.
She looked him over; her first notice was the large sideburns on his face. He looked, in short, like a shaved animal or something. He wasn't vicious looking, but he had the air that he didn't take anything from anyone. She found this interesting and decided to open up a little to him.
"I was just thinking to myself that most people don't really care who they are. They just try to stay like everyone else instead of themselves." she answered back, turning her head back around to view the pyramids once again.
"Yup, I guess that would be sad to realize." he said as he looked at the pyramids himself.
She turned her head back around after his reply and just looked at him.
She noticed that his hair was dark brown and skewed in a certain way that looked a little pointed, but not looking completely un normal. His white buttons up shirt's sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows, showing off strong lightly tanned lower arms. He wore light brown dressy sort of pants and had on medium brown boots.
She found that he was watching her and she turned her face away, feeling warmth rise quickly to her cheeks and ears.
"Sorry." she replied softly as she kept her head turned away.
"Sorry for what?" he asked as he gave a slight chuckle and turned a little more towards her.
"I didn't mean to stare at you. I've never met an American who is as polite as you." she said as she turned her gaze back to him.
"I know how you feel. I've never met someone that was from here as nice as you either. You're… different from everyone else. You don't dress like them; definitely don't talk like them. It's nice to see a change." he said honestly as he looked around at everyone else's garb of choice.
Some men wore turbans and tan colored over coats with white dirty button up shirts. The others, you could tell, were either rich and worked around here, or were tourists.
He looked over at her as he witnessed her gaze falling upon the pyramids. Her black ankle reaching flowing skirt and white elbow length blouse was really a pleasant difference. Especially her long hair, white like the purest clouds, not a single dirt spot in it as he noticed that it was held back by a lavender colored scarf that tied at the nape of her neck; it's ends reaching a little below her shoulders. He lowered his gaze to her face and realized that she was still gazing at the pyramids. He finally came to a conclusion that the loved Egypt with a passion.
"I think it's safe to say that you love this place huh?" he asked as he leaned back and lounged his left arm on the back of the bench, careful not to hit her in case she might jack slap him.
She turned her soft face back to him; brown eyes gleaming as if it were Christmas and she was a little girl opening her favorite toy.
"Yes. Am I that obvious?" she asked as she gave a bright smile.
He nodded his head and broke out in a lit laughter that made her smile even more.
"Well, I'm Logan…and you may be?" he asked as he held out his wide and gentle hand out to her.
"Ororo." she stated simply as she placed her soft and slender hand in his and shook.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Ororo… mind if I call you Ro?" he let out.
She had wondered if he was going to ask for a nickname as he slightly stumbled over her name.
Ororo gave a gentle smile and replied to him with a kind laugh.
"Yes you may." she said.
"Great." he let out in a sigh, receiving a laugh from her.
He had one more question though, and he hoped that she wouldn't mind it.
"I just have one more question." he said and watched her face turn from laughter to smiling as he stood up.
"Yes."
"Mind if I take you out for lunch. I'll pay…" he added that last part in hopes to bait her in, opening his arms in an innocent gesture to add to the affect.
Her smile widened and she blushed a way too noticeable red for comfort as she nodded.
He gave an equally bright smile as she gave him earlier and grabbed her hand and gently led her up.
"So, what's good here?" he said as he looked up and down the clean and semi busy street.
"Well, I really don't know. I usually cook at home." she said honestly as she followed his movements and started to look up and down the street herself.
"It looks like we have an adventure on our hands." he said as he smiled and she giggled.
"The Adventures of Logan and Ororo; Adventure: Seeking Food." she said and started to giggle even more.
"Hey, what can we say? We're hungry right?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.
All she could do was nod as she kept on giggling.
"We'll go… left, how 'bout that?" he asked, resting his own brown eyes on her five foot seven form.
"Sure." she said.
He grinned and started to walk in to the left, still holding her hand as they walked by the staring audiences.
(A/n)- So…is it any good? Leave a review…Leave a review…LEAVE A REVIEW!!!!! Tell me if it's good, bad, so-so. Press the 'go' button, you know you want to, so push it. I IMPLORE YOU!!!! I'm seriously begging here.
By: BNY
Dedicated to N.L. Johnson A.K.A Artemisn. I promised this person that I would write a Lo/Ro story. I have to confess that this is my first Ro/Lo pairing story; so I hope it's all in the clear of satisfactory to this person and to all who read and review it. Hint hint people: review please. I took some great deal of time to think of how I was going to come up with a Ro/Lo story, and I must say that I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. I've never wrote a story that is like this. I can't say that it's a one of a kind, but it'll do. SO… on with the story!
Chapter One
Cairo, Egypt, South Africa: 1938
The sun blazed down on the unforgiving sands of this dry land, making the creatures of this desert plain run for shadows. Cairo, a great and beautiful city of it's own; where the pyramids rise in the back ground for all those who aren't accustomed to such a site gaze in awe and wonder.
A beautiful native of this country with long flowing white hair and coffee colored smooth skin sat down on one of the many benches as she looked at the pyramids. She raised her slender hand to shield her dark brown eyes from the harsh yet warm sun. She gazed and gazed, thinking of how those ancient people could've built such a wonder with primitive tools. She was an Egyptologist, a rare commodity of this society as she wasn't completely the "ideal" color. But her knowledge of the Ancient tongue, writing and reading abilities of the language gained her a decent place among the monarchy.
She was glad that her father was an English gentleman; for if he was a native as was her mother, she wouldn't have loved Egypt as much as she did, for if she did she wouldn't be able to obtain her station as of this day. It was due to her father that she loved Egypt; he loved it as much as she did, possibly more, and he himself was an Egyptologist and photographer. Without his position in England of the scholars, she wouldn't have been able to get any education higher than what was needed.
She smiled at herself as she was glad of who and what she was. She wasn't full blooded English, neither was she a full blooded African, but she didn't mind, she had the best of both worlds. She didn't consider herself white, or black, just what she felt like; herself. If she felt any different, she would be uncomfortable. So, to keep herself the way she was, she strived in her work and at her home; being content with who she was and doing what she loved to do. She never did anything she didn't like, she didn't say things she didn't like to say; the things that people do to help raise their status or whatever, the things that make them uncomfortable; they are declaring to the world that they don't know, don't care and don't like to be themselves.
"Sad." she whispered to herself as she continued to gaze at the site.
"What's so sad?" an American voice came from behind.
~oh no. ~ She thought as she turned around to see a rather tall man in her view.
~Americans are the worst to run into. ~ She thought as she looked up at him curiously.
"May I help you sir?" she asked politely; her semi strong African accent sounding clear as a bell in her voice.
"I was just wondering what was so sad." he said as politely as she did and sat down beside her.
She looked him over; her first notice was the large sideburns on his face. He looked, in short, like a shaved animal or something. He wasn't vicious looking, but he had the air that he didn't take anything from anyone. She found this interesting and decided to open up a little to him.
"I was just thinking to myself that most people don't really care who they are. They just try to stay like everyone else instead of themselves." she answered back, turning her head back around to view the pyramids once again.
"Yup, I guess that would be sad to realize." he said as he looked at the pyramids himself.
She turned her head back around after his reply and just looked at him.
She noticed that his hair was dark brown and skewed in a certain way that looked a little pointed, but not looking completely un normal. His white buttons up shirt's sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows, showing off strong lightly tanned lower arms. He wore light brown dressy sort of pants and had on medium brown boots.
She found that he was watching her and she turned her face away, feeling warmth rise quickly to her cheeks and ears.
"Sorry." she replied softly as she kept her head turned away.
"Sorry for what?" he asked as he gave a slight chuckle and turned a little more towards her.
"I didn't mean to stare at you. I've never met an American who is as polite as you." she said as she turned her gaze back to him.
"I know how you feel. I've never met someone that was from here as nice as you either. You're… different from everyone else. You don't dress like them; definitely don't talk like them. It's nice to see a change." he said honestly as he looked around at everyone else's garb of choice.
Some men wore turbans and tan colored over coats with white dirty button up shirts. The others, you could tell, were either rich and worked around here, or were tourists.
He looked over at her as he witnessed her gaze falling upon the pyramids. Her black ankle reaching flowing skirt and white elbow length blouse was really a pleasant difference. Especially her long hair, white like the purest clouds, not a single dirt spot in it as he noticed that it was held back by a lavender colored scarf that tied at the nape of her neck; it's ends reaching a little below her shoulders. He lowered his gaze to her face and realized that she was still gazing at the pyramids. He finally came to a conclusion that the loved Egypt with a passion.
"I think it's safe to say that you love this place huh?" he asked as he leaned back and lounged his left arm on the back of the bench, careful not to hit her in case she might jack slap him.
She turned her soft face back to him; brown eyes gleaming as if it were Christmas and she was a little girl opening her favorite toy.
"Yes. Am I that obvious?" she asked as she gave a bright smile.
He nodded his head and broke out in a lit laughter that made her smile even more.
"Well, I'm Logan…and you may be?" he asked as he held out his wide and gentle hand out to her.
"Ororo." she stated simply as she placed her soft and slender hand in his and shook.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Ororo… mind if I call you Ro?" he let out.
She had wondered if he was going to ask for a nickname as he slightly stumbled over her name.
Ororo gave a gentle smile and replied to him with a kind laugh.
"Yes you may." she said.
"Great." he let out in a sigh, receiving a laugh from her.
He had one more question though, and he hoped that she wouldn't mind it.
"I just have one more question." he said and watched her face turn from laughter to smiling as he stood up.
"Yes."
"Mind if I take you out for lunch. I'll pay…" he added that last part in hopes to bait her in, opening his arms in an innocent gesture to add to the affect.
Her smile widened and she blushed a way too noticeable red for comfort as she nodded.
He gave an equally bright smile as she gave him earlier and grabbed her hand and gently led her up.
"So, what's good here?" he said as he looked up and down the clean and semi busy street.
"Well, I really don't know. I usually cook at home." she said honestly as she followed his movements and started to look up and down the street herself.
"It looks like we have an adventure on our hands." he said as he smiled and she giggled.
"The Adventures of Logan and Ororo; Adventure: Seeking Food." she said and started to giggle even more.
"Hey, what can we say? We're hungry right?" he asked with a shrug of his shoulders.
All she could do was nod as she kept on giggling.
"We'll go… left, how 'bout that?" he asked, resting his own brown eyes on her five foot seven form.
"Sure." she said.
He grinned and started to walk in to the left, still holding her hand as they walked by the staring audiences.
(A/n)- So…is it any good? Leave a review…Leave a review…LEAVE A REVIEW!!!!! Tell me if it's good, bad, so-so. Press the 'go' button, you know you want to, so push it. I IMPLORE YOU!!!! I'm seriously begging here.