X-Emotion
Disclaimer:I own none of the characters, just the situations.
A/N: A few short stories, and I mean short. Perspectives and couples.
Logan breathed smoke from his mouth and held his cigar by his leg. He stared around at the little bar he was in and grunted as another beer was brought to him. Thinking about feelings wasn't his strong point, but he knew what he felt and didn't feel. Just something about that woman that confused that.
Stretching and finishing the whole glass in one swig, he stood up and threw some money on the bar. Cracking his neck, no one bothered to question him as he walked out.
Revving up Cyclops' bike, he smirked wolfishly and started back toward the mansion.
The sky began to fall as he neared the home of the X-Men, crying as did the woman that was closest to it. Logan didn't think twice as he bolted indoors and almost flew upstairs. A few residents peered from their doorways. Professor Xavier smiled in his sleep.
Ororo sat on the roof, her head in her hands, her hair loose and all around her face. The storm above her wept, making her tears seem like raindrops. She tilted her head back and hugged herself, trying not to feel.
As the roof door slammed open, she jumped, and turned, only to be met with Logan's eyes.
"This aint the time nor place 'Ro." he said gruffly.
Hesitating, she nodded, her tears slowing. With a thought a wind lifted them both to the ground floor. Walking toward the lake, they stayed in silence until they reached the choppy waters.
Logan looked out and made no sound. Ororo sighed and watched the rain hit the surface.
"Yer wrong t' cry 'Ro."
She looked at him in surprise. "Why Logan? You don't even know the reason."
Meeting her eyes, Logan shook his head. "I know life aint no walk in the rain 'Roro, an' I know why yer cryin'."
Ororo opened her mouth in protest and was met by him speaking again. "Y' aint got no reason to. If I were half as loved as you are I'd be twice as unhappy."
Smiling at his words, the rain eased slightly. "Logan-?"
"An' I aint lettin' you pass me by neither."
The weather witch looked away and smiled. "You'd find it hard Logan. I don't think I'm going anywhere."
He turned away, back to the mansion. She had no choice but to follow. Their fingers were entwined and the rain finally stopped.
"Are you sure this-"
"It'll work 'Ro, don't analyse me."
Her laugh filled the air and they went back different than they came out. No longer alone.
