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Yesterdays & Tomorrows
01. Family Ties
Author: Batman_Wolverine (a.k.a. Bruce Logan)
Summary: “How long before they
destroy each other.” (Summary may change) (AU Movieverse)
“Dearly beloved….”
Anything that begins with those words usually meant
a happy event and from the looks on the faces of all
the gathered guests, the priest and especially the
two people standing before him, this was most
definitely a happy event, the happiest for both the
beautiful bride and dressed in a tuxedo groom.
Dressed in a simple yet exquisitely designed
lavender and white, wedding gown, the dazzling
bride, Ororo Munroe, Storm of the X-Men, turned her
gaze towards her lover, father of her daughter and
soon to be husband, Logan, the supposedly
quintessential commitment phobic and ever reluctant
X-Men Wolverine.
‘Commitment Phobic,’ Ororo would have chuckled had
the butterflies flying around in her stomach and her
heart calmed down a bit. She was the one who
deserved this title and not Logan. He, he had done
his part by proposing to her two years and three
months ago, soon after they came to know that she
was expecting. The pregnancy, although not planned
was welcomed by both parents, even more so by
Wolverine. Having found not a single shred of any
possible family from his past forgotten life, he was
ecstatic over the news, his ready acceptance and
subsequent celebration effectively ending all of
Ororo’s fears.
When he proposed a week later, some of those fears
and doubts rose again. Was he just marrying her
because of the baby? Was it an obligation to him?
The fact that even a week later, the usually sulking
Wolverine could not seem to wipe the half grin (a
lot for him) from his face. The students had been
avoiding him completely, even more so than before.
None of them wanted to be in his immediate vicinity
if and when the spell broke….that is what they
thought he was under. Either that or Professor
Xavier finally running out of patience over his
smoking inside the mansion habit had finally made
some improvements in him.
Once again, her fears proved baseless as after hours
of arguing Logan finally got fed up and trashed his
private section of their twin room suite, to find
and thrust at her the receipt for the engagement
ring he had bought three months before.
It took Ororo almost two and a half years, over a
dozen arguments, and one mini-separation to finally
get here. The worst had been on the two-year
anniversary of their engagement. Instead of the way
he had greeted her the year before, Ororo woke up to
find Logan packing his and their infant daughter
Kendall’s bags. He was moving back into his old room
and taking Kendall with him. That in itself had led
to an argument which resulted in over a foot rain
falling over the entire Westchester county and some
serious business for both Scott, Henry and the
various hospitals in the New York City area. Such
had been his rage that the Danger Room remained out
of commission for three whole days.
----
That was all in the past. This was now, the present
and here they were, listening to those oft repeated
and almost always welcomed words, albeit with
different names.
“Do you Logan take thee Ororo to be your lawfully
wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in
health, forsaking all others, as long as you both
shell live.”
‘You bet your ass,’ would have been Logan’s usual
reply. Instead, given the sappiness of the moment,
he settled on a simple, I do.
“And do you Ororo,” the raven haired, blue skinned,
tail and three finger on each hand sporting priest,
Father Kurt Wagner, patent priest and de-facto
spiritual counselor of all the residents of the
X-Mansion turned towards the blushing bride. “Do you
take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to
have and to hold, forsaking all others? As long as
you both shall live.”
“I do.” Ororo answered evenly, heaving a sigh of
relief at the words. She had been afraid of getting
cold feet and refusing to say the two important
words.
“By power vested in me I now pronounce you, man and
wife,” Kurt smiled at the newly married couple. “You
may kiss the…..bride,” the two people in question
were all over each other in the blink of an eye,
oblivious to the cheers, whistles and clapping going
around them.
Only when they heard a squeaked mama did they break
apart, Logan reaching down to lift his official
flower-girl daughter.
----
Later that night, well, early next morning in fact,
lying in a pool of sweat, whipped cream, sexual body
fluids and tattered sheets, mattress and pillows,
Logan turned to his thoroughly ravaged, tired and
more than slightly sore bride. Kendall was spending
the night with her youngest and probably favorite
sister-aunts, Jubilee, Kitty and Rogue.
“’Ro,” Logan’s chest rumbled sending a vibratory
wave down Ororo’s still tingling body. “Hey ‘Ro,” he
whispered again, gently cupping and lifting Ororo’s
face towards him, her head resting on the shoulder
as the rest of her lay half draped over him.
“Hmmm,” Ororo looked up through shaded eyes, her
lips smiling a smug satisfied languid smile.
“Now that we’ve done the deed an’ got hitched an’
everything,” even as he spoke a calmness seemed to
wash over Logan, his fingers caressing Ororo’s
ringed finger. “I was wonderin’ maybe we could….”
‘Uh oh,’ Ororo wasn’t sure she liked the sound of
that. Kendall hadn’t even started potty training
yet.
“Maybe we could arrange for another sister for….”
“Logan its too soon,” Ororo didn’t even let him
finish. She knew that Logan wanted a good-sized
family, at least two kids he had told her, after
that its yer wish. Although it had been said in a
seemingly light way, Ororo had sensed the hidden
depth in it, both for the man who wanted family of
his own and for the animal, the Wolverine who wanted
to spread it seed.
“Hey, that’s not what I meant,” Logan blurted out.
“I know its too soon to have another kid. You ain’t
a baby making machine.”
“Oh, thanks for noticing,” Ororo replied with
levity, lightly punching Logan’s chest.
“Ororo,” his saying her proper name and his serious
tone made Ororo intently look up at him.
“What is it Logan?” She asked, caressing Logan’s
mutton-chopped sideburns with her slender hand,
running her fingers through the soft yet bristly
hair.
“Ororo, I want to make Jubes legal too…..I want us
to adopt her.”
----
Any question regarding Ororo’s response were lost as
Ororo practically leapt up and captured his lips
with her own. She knew Logan’s feelings towards the
teenaged girl he had rescued a couple of years ago.
Unlike Rogue, who had hitched a ride in his trailer,
Jubilee had tried to filch with a bag of her mall
shopping. Logan had tracked her and found her hours
later fighting a group of anti-mutant supporters,
who after getting information about a mutie girl
hiding in the mall had taken it upon themselves to
put her down for the betterment of humanity and for
god, uh, king and country.
Ever since then, she had become a sort of surrogate
daughter to them, instantly hitting it off with the
other members of the X-family, especially with Kitty
and Rogue with whom she now shared a room.
Logan would have adopted Rogue too, except ever
since her old man kicked the bucket, she and her
mother had made a sort of tentative peace and were
progressing with each passing day. That and the fact
that Rogue was less of a daughter and more like a
younger sister to him. If there was one person who
probably knew him better than Ororo, maybe even
better than he knew himself, that was Rogue. He had
tentatively broached the subject with the southern
girl too and she had whole-heartedly given her
support to him. She also joked that if he and Ororo
adopted her that would create a whole lot of twisted
relations, given that she had a crush on him when
they first came to the mansion and her boyfriend
Remy had crushed on the then free although older
Ororo. The sister-brother kind of thing worked just
fine for her.
‘It would also give meh pull over Jubilee,’ she
added with a wink.
----
“So, I take its fine with you,” Logan chuckled once
Ororo finally let go of him.
“Fine?” Ororo grinned back. “It’s more than fine.
It’s amazing.”
A contented sigh escaped Logan’s lips as that
answer. It was as if a load had been lifted from his
chest.
“Thanks ‘Ro,” his said planting a chaste kiss
against her forehead. “Thanks for everythin’….love
you.”
“Thank you Logan,” Ororo whispered back. “I love you
too….I’ll always love you.”
“Forever.”
-----
Present day,
The rhythmic thumping of the Harley-Davidson engine
had not even faded when another sound echoed through
the halls of the Xavier Mansion.
“I hate you,” the nine-year-old girl yelled at the
woman standing before her….at her mother.
“Kendall Munroe,” Ororo spoke in her teacher voice,
her words stopping the retreating form of her
daughter, but not for the reason she hoped for.
“My name is Kendall Logan,” the feral glow in her
child’s eyes was strongly reminiscent of her father.
“Your name is Kendall Munroe,” Ororo reiterated,
emphasizing on the Munroe. “And you will write it as
such. I don’t want to hear the same complain from
your teachers…again.”
“Or what?” Kendall demanded. “You’ll fry me
too…..just like you fried daddy.”
That being said, the young girl stormed away, not
paying any attention to any of the observing eyes
she could sense on her.
----
“She’s her father daughter,” a male voice drew
Ororo’s attention from the window she had been
staring out of for the last fifteen minutes, just as
long as the man in question had been observing her.
“No,” Ororo shook her head vehemently. “She’s not.
She’s my daughter. She has nothing to do with
him…..not anymore.”
“Ororo….” The man stepped to her side, his arm
supportively resting on her shoulder.
“No,” Ororo turned away and then towards him. “She’s
my daughter
….and soon she’ll be ours.”
Note: Hmm, well, not too much
originality going into this, and not too big a cast.
Just your run of the mill RoLo story….with something
to make things interesting of course.
An’ go on about going me grief about using Kendall
repeatedly. I happen to like the kid and it saves on
thinking of names every time.
Hope you liked it and will say so with your
reviews!!
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