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AN: Took me long enough, huh? Well, I really would love to thank Mik for helping me with yet another chapter! Love you kiddo! I warn you and I am aware that Ororo will be VERY OOC! It is because she's sick. It'll be later further explained. Enjoy! Let me know what you guys think! ;]

About an hour later, Logan managed to stand from the bathtub, though the weight of his soaked clothes pulled him down a bit. He sighed and, after making sure not to wake the now sleeping and warm beauty in his arms, he got out of the tub and walked slowly into her loft bedroom, leaving tracks of water with every move he made.

He gently laid her down on her bed and covered her up. He turned to walk out to change out of his sopping wet clothing and into something dry, but then he realized that Ororo was just as drenched as he was, if not more. He grumbled a bit under his breath and went down to his bedroom.

He quickly changed into his usual dark jeans, white wife-beater and boots before going back into Ororo's room to clean up the mess and check on her. He took a mop from the linen closet and headed toward her attic room. Once he entered her bedroom, he mopped up the excess water that had dripped on the floor, and cleaned up the bathroom as well, Logan looked at her wet, sleeping form and frowned, That don't look too comfortable... He uncovered her and watched her shiver a bit. He tapped her shoulder lightly, deciding that it would be best for her to dress herself. Ain't gonna have a repeat performance...He shook his head and whispered, "Ro... Ro, darlin', ya gotta wake up fer me fer a few minutes.."

Ororo groaned and muttered as she tossed in bed, "No... sleep...please?"

Logan shook her and replied, "Sleep later. Yer soakin' wet, Ro, c'mon, ya gotta get changed." He smirked and thought of something that would work, "Or do ya want me t'do it?"

She nodded, "...you...me...sleeps..." It was obvious that the Weather Goddess was not herself.

"Naw darlin'. I ain't riskin' a lightenin' bolt up my ass. So either ya get up, or yer sleepin' in wet clothes..." He sighed and shook his head, knowing that his argument didn't go very far.

"Lo...gan...Please..." She pouted, still asleep.

He grunted and went back into his bedroom and took an extra large shirt and socks before walking back up to her room. Logan gently took off her wet shirt and shorts. Slowly and rather hesitantly the semi-feral man, began remove her undergarments as well, however, his eyes were glued on the face of the African beauty he was undressing, as to not look at her completely naked body, not wanting to take advantage of her in any way. He slipped on her the long shirt that went down to her thighs and put some socks on her small feet; although it was no longer necessary, he continued staring at her beautiful, heart-shaped face in pure admiration.

She began to stir in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open slowly and she muttered lowly, "Why are.... you staring...at me.. Lo-gan?"

Logan caught himself and shook his head, "N-nothing Ro.. Uhh.. get back ta sleep, kay Ro?"

Subconsciously, he leaned in and kissed her forehead before walking out of the room.. Ororo nodded and snuggled into her pillow, and drawing the covers over her sick body.

***

About an hour and a half later, Logan sat in the rec room, having a beer and watching TV. Well, the thing was playing to someone, but it most certainly wasn't the Canadian man who was in deep thought about a particular friend and teammate. She was just your everyday elegant and far more beautiful than the word itself could ever do her justice, Snow white hair that went down to her lower back, gracefully. Baby blue eyes so blue and sparkling, they made the sky and the ocean feel ashamed. The way her dark skin made contrast with the rest of her features made her more stunning. The way-- None of that bub... She's a friend. Just a friend... Are we even friends? He pondered and blew out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

He had been in such deep thought, that he hadn't heard the soft padded foot steps behind him and didn't look up until he felt someone sit beside him. It was then that he heard her sweet voice, but it seemed weak and low, as if the life had been sucked out of it, "Are you alright? You seem frustrated; I hope it was nothing I did."

"Yer up. How are ya feelin' darlin'?" He asked and turned to her, changing the subject quickly.

She nodded, "I'm fine, really Logan." She rubbed her arms a bit and asked, "What's bothering you, Logan?"

He shook his head again, "Nothin'.. Ya haven't eaten anythin' Ro. Let me get ya something."

She nodded slowly, noting the second subject change and said, "I thin you left the tray of food in my room earlier.." She stood, "I'll go and get it, okay?"

Logan shook his head again and sat her down, "Stay. I'll get it."

Ororo rolled her eyes and sighed, "I'm not a dog. And I have the flu Logan, I'm not invalid." She chuckled a bit.

He smirked, "Ya have tha flu, that's enough of a reason fer me." He left the room without giving her a chance to retort.

A couple of minutes later, Logan came back after having reheated the soup and set it on the coffee table as a bored Ororo flipped through the channels. She looked up at him and pouted, "Logan.. I'm bored!!"

Logan instantly was able to note that the fever had returned, because that behavior was most definitely not one he'd seen is HIS usual Weather Goddess. He chuckled and then sarcastically deadpanned, "Eat,"

She crossed her arms and pouted again shaking her head, "Don't wanna."

"Well yer gonna!" replied Logan in the same whiny tone as her before handing her a bowl of steaming chicken noddle soup.

Ororo practically salivated and then shook her head, "No, no..."

He raised an eyebrow and took the bowl from her, "Want me ta feed ya?" he sat down in front of her on the coffee table.

She galred at him, "I am not hungry in the slightest...." Her stomach growled and she blushed deeply.

Logan rolled his eyes and took some soup into the deep, soupspoon and blew on it so that it wasn't so hot, "Open wide, Ro, I don't wanna burn ya..."

She shook her head and rolled her own eyes again, "Logan, you are so--"

She was cut off by a spoon in her mouth and Logan smirked, "Gotya!"

She closed her mouth around the spoon tightly after she swallowed and smirked triumphantly.

Logan sighed and tried to get the spoon out, but failed, "Ro, c'mon. Open up..."

Ororo shook her head haughtily, "Muh-uh."

He put the bowl down beside her and his fingers found her ribs and he began to tickle her, knowing she couldn't resist.

Ororo grinned widely and let out a loud laugh, "Shtoffit!! (Stop it!)" She giggled.

He slipped the spoon out of her mouth easily, "Ha! I win!" He moved quickly and got some more soup on the spoon, "C'mon Ro, just a bit more, darlin'.."

She huffed, "You can be such a---" Another spoonful.

"What was that?"

"I hate you." She muttered back.

He chuckled, "Love ya too." He fed her some more.

After a few minutes after they finished, Logan said to her as if she was talking to a child, "There ya go Ro.. That wasn't so bad."

She swatted him, "Shut up, I could've fed myself you know."

He smirked, "And I'm the prince of Egypt." He stood and kissed her forehead again, "Ya should go get some more rest, Ro."

She shook her head, "Not very tired yet. Maybe later.."

Logan nodded, "Kay.. Imma go work on one of the cars. Call if anything?"

She nodded, "Have fun... And Logan?"

He looked at her from where he was now standing by the door, "Yeah Ro?"

She smiled, "Thank you."

"No problem, darlin'." He turned and walked out.