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"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…"

Ororo woke up Sunday morning to the sound of Kioni tearing around the room like the Tasmanian devil. Her mouth felt like she had gargled with sand the night before and rolling over was a Herculean effort. She collided with Logan, dressed only in underwear and face down in her pillow. He groaned and moved his hand as though to swat a fly.

"One more hour," he mumbled without lifting his head.

Ro echoed his groan, holding her pounding head. She reached out for the curtain, jerking it back inch by inch to reveal Kioni running around, one pant leg on, trying to brush her teeth and pull her hair back at the same time. She barreled into the bathroom without bothering to shut the door. Curse words in Swahili reached Ororo's ears.

"Kioni, are you ok?" or at least that's what she meant to say. It sounded more like the grunts of a dying animal. Cursing Remy Lebeau and his bottle of vodka, Ro tried again.

"I'm so late!" she sounded panicked. She stepped back out of the bathroom fully dressed but fighting a losing battle against her wild hair.

"Hold on, hold on. Let me help." Ro stood up to help her roommate out and nearly fell to the floor. How much had she drunk last night?

A host of sticky shot glasses and an empty Grey Goose bottle covering the counter answered her question. Remy was curled up on his back on the loveseat with Rogue rolled into the fetal position on his stomach. Scott and Jean were absent.

"Shit," Kioni repeated. "I have work and my hair won't behave!" the long ebony ringlets were sticking up at all angles.

"You're just going to have to go for the Diana Ross look today," Ro mustered the strength to get up. "Here, use my stuff in the bathroom."

Kioni was already thanking her and hauling to the bathroom. Ro moved to follow her when a knock sounded at the door.

Stumbling over a pair of Logan's pants and Remy's shoes, she eventually reached the door. Assuming it was Jean, she swung it open without preamble.

"Where in the hell were you?" she questioned, rubbing her temples.

"Obviously not invited to a helluva party," 6D was in the doorway, giving her an amused look.

"Wade?" she raked her mind for his name.

"Whatever happened to neighborly hospitality?" Wade continued as though he hadn't heard her. "No invite last night. I had to listen to you guys having the time of your lives through the wall." He stepped into the kitchen and set a large plastic bag on the counter.

"Wade, what are you doing?" Ororo had way too much of a hangover for this. She vaguely recalled Jean and Scott leaving the night before and kicked herself for opening the door without looking first.

"Showing you that I don't hold grudges." He pulled a cup holder out of the bag and the smell of hot Starbucks filled the house. As if beckoned by the aroma, Remy and Marie woke up and directed their attention to the kitchen.

"Oh my God, is that coffee?" Marie pushed off of her boyfriend roughly, earning a string of French curse words from Remy.

"It is," Wade lifted a cup. "But it comes with a price." He glanced at Ro. "I get to be at future parties."

Before Ororo could even respond Remy was off of the couch. "Deal, homes." He snatched the cup from Wade's hand. Rogue was already seated on a barstool, sipping the coffee with a look of pleasure on her face. Wade sat down and began introducing himself to the couple. Successfully bought by his bribe of peppermint mochas, Remy and Marie were all smiles.

The curtain around Ororo's bed pulled back as Logan woke up. He blinked groggily at them and popped his muscles as he wandered to the counter in his boxer briefs.

"Darling, who's that?" he gestured to Wade.

"6D," Ro mumbled.

Wade turned to look at them. "Wade Wilson," he stuck his hand out. Logan shook it.

"I brought coffee," Wilson gestured to the bag. Grunting his appreciation, Logan moved toward it. Wade watched him intensely.

"Good for you, sweetheart," he complimented Ororo. She gaped at him. Before she could ponder whether or not her neighbor was gay or straight or maybe just insane, Kioni came out of the bathroom. She was dressed in dark skinny jeans and a belted purple blouse that showcased her shape. Wade was off the barstool and at her side in an instance.

"Just the girl I wanted to see," he beamed cheerfully at her. "Coffee?" he held up a cup. "You struck me as a pumpkin spice kind of girl."

"6D, right?" Kioni questioned. "Why are you in my apartment this morning?" she took the proffered cup.

"Wanted to introduce myself. Wade Wilson," he held out a hand.

"Kioni," she shook it wearily. "And I am very late for work, so thank you for the coffee, but I must go." She yanked on her knee high black boots.

"Need a ride?" Wade offered.

Kioni glanced up at him through her curtain of hair. She had coaxed it down into a giant pyramid of kinky curls. "Thank you, but no."

"Why not?" He followed her as she headed for the door, shrugging into her jacket.

"I don't know you," she said briskly, trying to evade him. The eyes of the whole apartment were on them now.

"Don't run away from your future, sweetheart!" Wade called to her as she moved quickly from the apartment, waving at Ororo.

"Bye," she said hastily, rushing down the stairs.

"We're already in love in the other story! It's only a matter of time!" Wade hollered at her down the stairwell.

Ro, Logan, Remy and Marie looked at one another around the counter, exchanging "we'll talk about this later" looks.

Wade returned, looking obliviously cheerful. "Who wants breakfast?" he asked.

Ororo spent much of Sunday recovering from the hangover from hell. After Remy and Rogue and Wade left (the latter assuring her that he would be back), Logan and Ro spent the day in their pajamas. Logan good-naturedly quizzed Ro on her lesson plans, pretending to be different types of students. It was comfortable being alone together.

"We're not going to have a lot of time for this after tomorrow," Ro told Logan regretfully. They were smashed together in her tiny shower. The hot spray of water made it difficult to be heard, but Logan leaned forward into her.

"Let's just make it till Christmas, darling." He shampooed her long hair, running his fingers through the snowy tresses. "You'll have two weeks off. We'll go somewhere special."

"Like where?" she leaned back into his hard body, relaxing.

"Maybe I've already got an idea in mind, darling. Maybe I want to keep it a secret." He kissed her softly above the ear.

"I look forward to being surprised." She spun around slowly, folding herself into his embrace. His slick skin was warm from the water. She pressed her body against his, feeling him stiffen against her.

"You're going to be great tomorrow, Ro," he whispered against her neck, his hands sliding to her waist.

"I'm nervous," she admitted quietly.

Logan lifted her chin, "I love you, Ororo. And those kids are going to love you too."

He kissed down her body, whispering encouragements with each peck. Ro fell backwards against the cool tile, her head rolling under the showerhead.

"I love you too, Logan," she gasped. They didn't talk anymore for a while, at least not in full sentences.

Ororo went to bed that night, snuggled against Logan and feeling completely at ease.

The next morning, however, was a different story.

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