WARNING: I love Logan; Really I do. But I wasn't very nice to him in
DISCLAIMER: The X-Men aren't mine. Boo-hoo. I only get to take them
out and play with them if I promise I won't break them. I won't be
making any money from this either.
RATING: PG (Pretty tame stuff from what I usually do.)
SUMMARY: Wolverine has a little black cloud following him. You can
just guess who put it there-- but why?
UNIVERSE/TIMELINE: both are non-specific
FEEDBACK: Like I said, I won't be making any money from this, so
feedback is the only thing I can get out of it.
THE LITTLE BLACK CLOUD
By Linda J.
Logan ignored the stares and pointing fingers as he rode his Harley
Even though he was used to having people give him strange looks
because they suspected he was a mutant, he was not used to having
people literally pull their cars over and gawk at him with open
He pulled up to the red light, patiently waiting for it to change,
when yet another well-meaning moron rolled her window down.
" the lady said only to have the feral completely ignore
her. "Sir!" she spoke up.
Logan sighed to himself and turned his head to look across the way.
"Um, did you know you have a black cloud hanging right above your
Logan paused for a moment to pull the sopping wet, dripping hair that
normally flared out on the sides of his face out of his eyes, and
wiped the droplets of water from his facial hair.
"Thanks for the newsflash, lady. I would have never guessed that on
The woman huffed, offended by Logan's remarks, and rolled up her
window as she muttered to herself about never understanding why some
people have to be so rude.
When the light changed, Logan went his way and pulled into the gas
station while, strangely, the little black cloud actually moved along
with him, constantly hovering above the feral's head.
He pulled up to the gas pumps and got off his bike, his wet hair back
in his eyes as the little cloud endlessly showered away.
Two young boys in the SUV parked at the island across from Logan
stared and pointed at him and his little black cloud.
There's a little black cloud hanging over your head," the
older of the two kept repeating to Logan from his window.
Only because Logan didn't feel comfortable using the words he was
thinking of in front of children their age, he ignored them
completely and quietly filled up his tank. He then walked to the door
of the store, with his cloud never leaving its post. Logan opened the
door and dashed inside, quickly closing the door behind. For a moment
the cloud hovered outside as if it was lost and confused. Then
suddenly it squeezed its way through the top crack of the door, and
like a heat seeking missile, the little black cloud found its target.
The rain poured freely and it seemed to rumble a happy greeting as it
made its way back to Logan and resumed its position above his head.
Logan sighed, moved over to the candy aisle, and picked up a small
box of imported chocolates. He then went to the counter to pay for
his gas and candy when he saw a small selection of flower bouquets
for sale as well. He picked out a rose, a beautiful white one, and
set everything on the counter.
Parke, the store clerk who had waited on the mutant often and was
somewhat familiar with Logan, glanced up to not only see his
customer, but that his customer had a cloud hanging over his head,
and that the cloud was getting water everywhere!
" the clerk used his best professional courtesy. "Normally
I don't allow customers to bring weather phenomena into the store."
Logan grumbled and glared but said nothing as he tried to ever so
calmly to hand the man the money that was due. "Sorry about the mess
Parke; just one of those things."
"Yeah, I've had a few nights like that myself," Parke sympathized
with Logan's ordeal as he quickly bagged the bought items and handed
them back to Logan.
"But next time you'll have to leave your cloud outside the store,"
Parke said as he reached over for a handful of napkins and started to
wipe up the fresh rain water from his front counter.
"Like I had any damned choice about it this time," Logan growled
under his breath as he stepped outside and headed back to his bike.
He returned to the X-Mansion with his little black cloud tagging
Logan walked up to the mansion's front door with bag in hand as Rogue
opened the door, only to see him standing outside, soaked to the bone
as the rain continued to pour down on him.
"You look like a drowned rat!" she half way joked with her favorite
He growled menacingly at her as he walked inside, black cloud and all.
" He handed the bagged rose and candy to Rogue. "Give this to
"She doesn't want your trinkets, Logan. She wants an apology!" Rogue
"I ain't making no apologies and that's final." Logan
insisted. "Where's Chuck? He can put a stop to this."
"In his study." Rogue shook her head as she answered his
question. "Why do you guys find it so hard to apologize?" she
"'Cause I don't owe her one!" he yelled back at her as he made his
way down the hall toward Charles' study, still carrying the bag he
brought in with him.
Before he could knock on the door, however, Charles called to him to
come inside. Logan opened the door to the study just as the little
black cloud seemed to darken and rumble as if it were angry at him.
Charles blinked a few times as if even he was taken by the odd sight
of seeing a tiny cloud about twelve inches in diameter hanging ever
so casually over Logan's sopping wet head.
" For a moment Charles wasn't sure if he could continue his
conversation with a straight face. "How long are you going to let
"I'm not the one you need to ask!" Logan angrily defended himself.
Charles tried to explain. "I understand it's very difficult for a
proud man like you to admit when he's wrong, but sometimes for the
sake of keeping peace, not to mention keeping the furniture and
carpeting dry, one must swallow his pride and do what he must do."
"Oh, so that's how it is?" Logan protested. "You're taking her side
on this; fine," he grumbled and walked away.
"She's upstairs in her room if you're interested," Charles thought to
tell him as he left.
"Well I'm not!" Logan insisted as he marched defiantly away and
headed for the danger room instead. The little black cloud (of
course) went along.
When he arrived, it was apparent that Jean and Scott had just
finished their exercise and were ready to leave. The two saw him
standing there, trying to act as if there was nothing extraordinary
about having a little black cloud raining and thundering above his
"It's a good thing you've got that healing factor," Scott
teased, "otherwise you'd be asking for one hell of a cold."
Logan merely glared at him while Jean offered her towel to Logan to
dry his face and hair. He took her towel and began wiping the water
away, for what good it did as the rain continued to pour down on him.
Jean gave him a sympathetic look and shook her head. "Just go
upstairs and apologize to her, Logan."
Logan rolled his eyes. "How many damned times do I have to repeat
myself? I didn't do anything I need to apologize for!"
" Scott offered some advice. "To women, it doesn't matter if
you did anything wrong or not. They just like to hear men say they're
Jean didn't hesitate to give him a nice punch on the arm for that
"Ouch." Scott rubbed where she had hit him. "Sorry Jean."
After a moment went by, Scott added, "See what I mean?"
Jean huffed. "I think I just might see if Storm wouldn't mind putting
a cloud over your head, Scott," she said as she walked away.
"See what you started?" Scott chastised Logan.
Logan was speechless as he watched Scott catch up with Jean and try
to talk her out of this very bad idea.
"But I DIDN'T start this!" he finally yelled at Scott and Jean just
as the two turned the corner at the end of the hall.
Once more he tried again to slam the door on his new wet shadow as he
entered the danger room, only to have it squeeze its way through an
air vent and make its way back to him; once more Logan tried his best
to endure the constant gentle rain that poured down on his head. When
he finished, for whatever reason, the workout just didn't perk him up
like it normally did; Logan was starting to feel depressed.
About that time, Kurt showed up to do his daily workout routine, as
well as get a look at Logan's very own personalized thunderstorm for
"I didn't believe what I was hearing," the German openly
admitted. "Surely making one simple apology could not be worse than
what you must be going through now, my friend," Kurt gently offered
his advice. But Logan wasn't hearing any of it.
"For the last time
" The feral felt his rage coming frightfully out
of control. "I'm not going to apologize when I did nothing wrong!"
And with that he stormed off with his little black cloud storming as
Solemnly Logan opened the door to his bedroom and looked up at the
cloud as it softly rumbled to him. "Well c'mon, Dripalong." He
finally decided to give it a name as he began to accept the idea that
it was going to stay with him for good.
He thought maybe a nice hot shower would help lift his spirits, so he
tried to take one only to have the little cloud follow him into the
shower stall as well! Even when he sat down on the commode, the black
cloud never left its post.
"For crying out loud!" He was even now starting to talk to it. "Can't
a guy get some privacy?"
As Logan got himself dressed, the cloud drenched his clothes before
he even had them on.
He went to the kitchen to get something to eat, with the cloud
faithfully hovering over head. He ate his soggy sandwich
He went to the parlor only to have everyone insist he should leave
before his "new buddy" shorted out the TV, and he should apologize to
Storm before she started having lightning bolts shoot out from the
little black cloud hanging over his head.
"Never!" he declared and went to bed early that night.
The little black cloud rained on over him as he lay in bed, slowly
soaking his sheets and mattress, but stubbornly the feral refused to
give in to the weather witch's demands for an apology as he tossed
and turned throughout the night until finally he could take no more.
With his skin soaked to the bone, Logan stomped his way to Storm's
BAM! BAM! BAM! Faces popped out of every room on the second floor as
everyone heard him pound on her door.
"Storm!" Logan furiously yelled out her name. "I know you're awake!
You can't control weather phenomena when you're sleeping!"
Once again he pounded his angry fist on her door. BAM! BAM! BAM!
Then calmly, coolly, Ororo opened her door with a placid look on her
face. She wore her modest white gown made of silk. She offered him no
greeting as she stood there waiting for him to say something first.
For a moment he huffed and puffed with his little black cloud still
overhead; although to him, it almost felt like the showering had
eased up a bit as he stood in her highness' presence.
Finally he spoke up. "Look Storm," Logan made his statement through
clenched teeth, . "this afternoon when I said you made the meanest
pot of chili I ever ate? It
Ororo's expression never changed as she considered what he just told
her. Then finally she looked up at the little black cloud and watched
"Good night Logan," she calmly said as she closed the door on him and
went back to bed.
Logan just stood there for a moment, trying to make sense of what had
just happened and of the whole day in general. Finally he turned to
leave and went back to his room to change into some dry clothes, and
quietly headed downstairs.
`I'm not even married and still a woman managed to kick me out of my
bed and onto the couch.' he thought to himself as he curled up and
closed his eyes for (at last) a good night's sleep.
(edited by "icemanofks"
.and yes, I WILL be charging Ororo double
next time I see her in the store