Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words A to Z Challenge: N
Warning(s): Character Death
Word Count: 897
Date Written: 12 July, 2016
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
The winds have been whipping at him ever since he turned into the state. Thunder blasts over his head, and the rain that's already stuck his shirt to his skin continues to pour down. He keeps his head lowered and keeps gunning down the highway until he's at last able to speed into the school. He jumps off his bike just as the roaring wind would have sucked it out from underneath him and runs for the door.
Teenagers are clustering in the hallways, whispering loudly to each other and wondering what to do. The elder X-Men must all be away on a mission. How she got missed from it, he doesn't know, but if the others were here, some one else would have woke her by now.
Her door's locked; he kicks it down. The windows in her attic room have already been blasted through. Plants are overturned, and glass and soil litters her floor. He springs from the doorway to her bed in one single, fluid movement.
"'RO! ORORO! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!"
She can't hear him for the noise of the storm and her own cries. She isn't remembering the past, though. She's crying out . . . for him? He looks down at her in surprise. "I'M RIGHT HERE, DAMN IT, DARLIN'!" He grabs her head to hold her still and kisses her hard.
Slowly, the wind starts to calm. The thunder fades. One last lightning bolt streaks across the darkening sky. Her lips move underneath his, opening and welcoming him. His tongue sweeps into her mouth, but he keeps the kiss gentle, prying just enough to keep waking her up.
Finally, her blue eyes blink open. He sighs with relief into her mouth. She'd sit up, but he's still straddling her, one knee on either side of her hips. He kisses her for a moment longer, then gradually lifts his mouth from hers.
A cry of regret escapes her lips as he moves from her. He smirks -- he's still got it after all these years --, but then he looks at her, his smile fading, with true concern. His palms stroke down the sides of her beautiful, tear-streaked face. "'Ro, darlin'," he asks softly, "you wanna talk about it?"
She shakes her head. He rolls to her side and pulls her into his arms. Her head tucks underneath his whiskered chin. "It's okay," he murmurs. She doesn't have to talk about it. She doesn't have to tell him, or any one else, anything she doesn't choose to share. "But I'm here if you change your mind, baby."
She won't. The nightmare was too horrible, and it's impossible, besides. So many villains have already tried to kill him in practically every way imaginable, and he's walked away from every one of them. But that, she remembers with a soft shudder, was before he lost his healing factor. He's far too mortal now to walk away from at least half of the things that were did to him before.
"Just promise me one thing," she murmurs, nuzzling into his chest.
"Anything," he answers without hesitation, running his hands comfortingly through her long, ivory hair. Hers is truly the softest mane he's ever touched.
"Promise me I won't lose you?"
She senses him still beneath her, hears the hesitation in the heart beating in his chest, but when he moves to stroke her again, he makes the vow. "I promise," he says simply, but deep down, they both know it's a lie. They're too mortal, and this world that they fight daily to protect is far too dangerous a place for him to ever be able to keep such a promise without his healing factor.
But it was a dream, she tells herself as fresh tears slip silently down her regal, elegant cheeks. It was only a dream. Only a nightmare. But she has dreamed things before that have come to pass.
He crooks a finger underneath her dark chin and lifts her beautiful face so that their eyes meet. "Hey," he rumbles softly to her, "I'm an old, mean, son-of-a-bitch. Ain't nobody gonna take me out, darlin'." He hushes any further protests she might voice with his lips against hers. He rolls back over on top of her and slowly, gently proceeds to make love to her, his actions erasing the doubts from her mind and easing away all the thoughts that would scare her.
She is his Queen, and he pays homage to her in ecstasy that morning. He kisses away her tears. He laps the moisture from her cheeks. And every time she moves to speak, he silences her again with another sweetly passionate kiss. There are things they do not discuss, fears to which they do not add voice. There's nothing they can do about the future, but he can fill the present with such delight and passion that she forgets her fears.
And she does. But if a new hurricane brews far out to sea, there's no one there to witness it. Just as there's no one there to witness his death much, much later, and when the Queen breaks without her most loyal Knight, the only one to witness her suffering is a dear friend to them both. Hank waits as Ororo cries and sends shockwave after shockwave through the universe, and his heart breaks again for them both.