Title: Broken
Disclaimer: The X-men are not mine…Review: Please!
Note: I'm Dutch so my grammar probably sucks…
Note 2: ****** = Change of time or place…….=Telepathic speech
Italics = Thoughts
~……~ = Dreams
*……* = Emphasis
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It started to get dark and the temperature was dropping. Both Jubilee and Gambit, not used to the cold, were shivering while they walked back to the jet. Logan and Ororo on the other hand weren't affected much by the low temperature. They walked in silence each occupied with his or her own thoughts, but Logan knew his outburst earlier was what all of them had on their mind. He was ashamed he showed so much weakness. Well nothing new there, bub. You've been a fuckin' weakling for some time now. Need to find out why… why all this is affecting me that much. Tomorrow I'll find some answers!
By the time they reached the jet it was completely dark and very cold. The hatch opened with a hiss and they were all grateful for the warmth that surrounded them as soon as they got in. After dropping their coats and wet shoes on the ground somewhere near the entrance they sat down at the small table in the back of the jet playing with the extra deck of cards that seemed to be permanently at Remy's side. The hot chocolate, which Jubilee insisted on having, spreading a sweet smell through the plane. Logan carefully avoided the subject of this mission and instead made sure Jubilee was enthusiastically relating some stories of her life in Massachusetts, most of the stuff she told them he heard for the third time by now, but everything was better than him being the subject of conversation. Ororo told her she should go to bed by half past ten and to everybody's surprise she went without even a bit of resistance. The adults stayed awake a little longer, but they were all tired of the earlier events and soon went to bed too.
Logan could hear their breathing slow down and knew they were fast asleep. He himself though was tired but couldn't get to sleep. He was tossing and turning, while thoughts ran through his head. Questions, memories they wouldn't leave him alone. He stared up at the ceiling and tried to relax, but nothing worked. Figuring that out himself, he got up and put his clothes on. He tried to move silently around in the small jet, but being a broad guy didn't help matters. He bumped his shoulder hard on some out sticking metal panel. He muttered a curse and checked if the others where still asleep. At first he heard nothing and continued his way to the door, but then he heard the faint rustle of blankets and saw a sleepy head looking his way. "Logan?"
"Yeah, it's me 'Ro, you can go back to sleep again."
"Why are you up?"
"Couldn't sleep."
Ororo sat up in her bed waiting for him to continue.
"Wanted to go outside, get some fresh air. Didn't want to wake ya, sorry."
"Oh, it's alright, I wasn't very tired anyway. Do you want me to join you?" Logan could tell that she actually was tired, but didn't comment on it.
"Well, it's pretty cold out there, are you sure?"
"I am not affected by cold Logan, you know that. If you don't want me to come with you, you can tell me."
"No, no…I mean it's okay, but…" Ororo cut him short.
"Alright then give me a moment to dress." He turned around while she put on her clothes and a few moments later they stood once again in the Canadian snow. They found a large fallen tree wiped the snow off of it and sat together in comfortable silence.
After a few minutes, Logan was the first to speak. "I'm sorry."
"I told you it was alright, I'm a light sleeper you couldn't help it."
"No not that…I meant sorry, for earlier. For yelling at you like that."
"You were upset, you…"
"No, 'Ro, it was wrong, sorry."
"Logan…" she saw the look in his eyes and realized he needed to apologize, to make sure she knew he truly was sorry. "Apology accepted."
He gave her a nod and looked up at the stars seemingly lost in thoughts. She watched him for awhile. He looked strangely vulnerable, something that not many people would say of him. Gruff, mean and angered was more like it. But did those people ever see through the mask? Did they see through the front he put up? Probably not, because they would have seen what she saw today; A troubled and confused man, with scars that don't show on the outside, but with wounds inside that will never heal by themselves, that are festering with self-loathing and fear of being hurt again. When she saw him losing it in the Weapon X building she vowed to help him, to heal every festering wound on his soul. That feeling grew stronger every minute and it was then she realized something. Something that made her feel happy and cheerful; she was in love. Not with the Wolverine, but with Logan, the man inside.
She spoke to him softly. "Everything will be alright Logan."
He looked at her intensely without saying something. First she thought she had angered him by saying something wrong and she quickly ran through everything she said. But before she knew he sat opposite her and raised his hands to her face, caressing her cheeks softly. His face came closer to her hers and she looked in his eyes with the same intensity he looked at hers. He inched forward and their lips met softly. Ororo leaned into him and kissed him back. After a moment he broke the kiss just as softly as he had started it and ran his hand through her hair. Resting his forehead against hers he whispered: "I know. Thank you."
He pulled back slowly. He looked at her and promised silently When this is all over, I'll be there for you 'Ro. I'll be there. I love you. She saw it in his eyes and sent a silent I love you too back. He let out a small smile and stood up, helping her to get up too. They walked slowly back to the jet and for once Logan's mind was clear of all the pain and anger and was filled with a great peace.
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I promise the next chap will be longer…..