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sweetandshortTitle: Lighthouse
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: No matter what they thought, he wasn't alone.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Sweet and Short: Picture Prompt Fun:
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Everybody had said it was a bad idea, but Logan had never been good at taking advice, even when he knew it was sage. He'd always been too stubborn for his own good, powers or not. He was still a force to be reckoned with, but the villagers had drugged his drink and taken him by surprise. Now they were all clobbering him, a dozen weapons beating him at once. It had been a bad idea to come to Madripoor, but he'd come anyway.
He wasn't going to die here, no matter how many clubs broke his bones or swords cut into his flesh. Even without his healing factor, he could take a pummeling, and he wasn't alone. He'd always preferred working alone; it had taken every bit of persuasion from the Professor, Jeannie, 'Ro, and more to convince him to stay and give the school a chance. But in the end, he was glad he had. He hadn't learned much in the way of what the school itself offered, granted, but he had learned much about what it meant to never be alone, to always have someone at your back, even when you growled and threatened everybody to stay away.
And he knew what it meant to be thankful those people never gave up on him. He spat his own blood onto the shoes of his nearest tormentor, a kid with a blade looking to make a name for himself. He'd spotted the lightning bolt in the sky and felt the rising wind.
"What're you smiling about, old man?"
"You know how much they're gonna give us to finish your hide?"
"Not enough," Logan growled, licking blood from his cracked lip, as Storm descended, like a lighthouse of safety in the storm. He smiled. She'd rarely looked more beautiful.
The End
Fandom: X-Men
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: No matter what they thought, he wasn't alone.
Word Count: 300
Written For: Sweet and Short: Picture Prompt Fun:
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Everybody had said it was a bad idea, but Logan had never been good at taking advice, even when he knew it was sage. He'd always been too stubborn for his own good, powers or not. He was still a force to be reckoned with, but the villagers had drugged his drink and taken him by surprise. Now they were all clobbering him, a dozen weapons beating him at once. It had been a bad idea to come to Madripoor, but he'd come anyway.
He wasn't going to die here, no matter how many clubs broke his bones or swords cut into his flesh. Even without his healing factor, he could take a pummeling, and he wasn't alone. He'd always preferred working alone; it had taken every bit of persuasion from the Professor, Jeannie, 'Ro, and more to convince him to stay and give the school a chance. But in the end, he was glad he had. He hadn't learned much in the way of what the school itself offered, granted, but he had learned much about what it meant to never be alone, to always have someone at your back, even when you growled and threatened everybody to stay away.
And he knew what it meant to be thankful those people never gave up on him. He spat his own blood onto the shoes of his nearest tormentor, a kid with a blade looking to make a name for himself. He'd spotted the lightning bolt in the sky and felt the rising wind.
"What're you smiling about, old man?"
"You know how much they're gonna give us to finish your hide?"
"Not enough," Logan growled, licking blood from his cracked lip, as Storm descended, like a lighthouse of safety in the storm. He smiled. She'd rarely looked more beautiful.
The End
