Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Wolverine/Storm, Nightcrawler
Challenge/Prompt: dove_drabbles 68: Spring has sprung. and enchanted_jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge 147: Hang/Hold On
Warning(s): Cannon Character Death, Spoilers
Word Count: 459
Date Written: 8 May 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Spring has sprung. Its evidence is crystal clear all around her. The children laugh, run, and play as though they no longer remember the harshness of the true world around them. The sky stretches on in an endless blue, lying of similarly endless possibilities. The grass is green and fresh beneath her bare feet. All around her birds are singing and plants are coming to life, a reminder that everything that dies eventually comes back again.
But if that is the case, where is her Logan? Where is the man with whom she was supposed to share this world, this school, her life? Where is her best friend; why has she still not risen from the ashes like her namesake? Where is her mentor, with whom she may not have always agreed but who had always had the advice she’d needed?
Life is all around her, but Ororo still feels death circling her. She still wants to cry out as the foul Reaper why it has not claimed her. She would have gladly given her life for any of the others who have been taken; she still would if given the opportunity. She pauses as a fresh rose suddenly appears in front of her, held out by a fuzzy, blue hand.
“He vould not vant us to grieve so, mein freund,” Kurt says softly, and Ororo knows he is right. Besides, is he not living proof that dead does not hold a final claim? Is he not proof that those taken from her can be returned? Is he not proof that death is not the end?
She looks at him and bats away the tears in her eyes. Kurt smiles calmly, places the rose into her ivory hair, tucking it behind her ear, and caresses her cheek softly. “He vould not vish you so sad on such a joyous day. Besides, ve are only vaiting,” he adds with a shrug meant to make him look careless, which she knows he is not. “He is ze Wolverine. He vill return to us.”
“You’re right,” she whispers and steps into his open arms. As they embrace, she knows he is right. They are only waiting. Logan will return to them, and when he does, Spring will truly begin. This dreaded, seemingly never-ending Winter will at last be over. He will be home with her, and with them all, where he belongs, and life will at last be able to truly begin again. She smiles through her tears, and for the first time that season, actually listens to the birds’ songs. Spring has finally come when people had all but given up the hope that it would chase away the Winter. So, too, will come the Wolverine. They have only to wait.