Bad title? I know. Trying to think of a better one.
The why of this story? Cause I love OreO and I adore Storm.
You know, I love the friendship/relationship of Storm and Gambit. So while I watched some eps that involved Gambit, my mind just kept imaging some stories that also involved Storm, and this is one of those. It's set during Under Lock and Key. This is gonna be probably a Two or Three-Shot.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THEIR STORIES, THEY BELONG TO MARVEL COMICS AND THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS! : '(
I DO THIS JUST FOR FUN AND NOT FOR COMMERCIAL REASONS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT…
Chapter one: Reecounter
Among the darkness of night and the dense clouds, a person's thin and tall form descended from the sky and landed gracefully right on the roof of the huge mansion. It stayed still for a few seconds, recognizing silently the surroundings and after decided it was safe, it descended until the ground. It was quiet. Not too quiet, but perfect for a theft. If it were completely silent, then it meant trouble. If not, there was obviously trouble. It was a simple logic, and being Ororo beyond simple, it was something she could definitely handle.
She stood right in front of a window on the floor, and though she was centered on her goal, she allowed herself a confident and almost cocky smile as she kneeled and put one finger in middle of the window, letting a little electricity sparkle go through it until it crashed and broke the lock.
People always thought that by closing the windows and doors –no matter where these were–they achieved security. Well, they did – partly. She figured they thought the fence would be an enough good measure against intruders, and that was somehow naïve considering whose Mansion she was in. But it hadn't been, not against a person who could fly, or who could've blown it up or simple jump above it.
But it didn't matter, nor did she want to go deep into it. She had a goal to achieve and she had to do it. It wasn't a way to encourage herself, no, she perfectly knew she had been good, and despite the time she had been retired from this business, she was still very good.
It was a sort of command, though. Why? From who? She didn't know either, and suddenly didn't want to.
She was pulled back to work. While she was thinking, her eyes had glowed white as she'd made a slight fog covered the floor. Undoubtedly, she'd done it out of a routine she used to have from old times.
She'd known of course the exact location of the object she had to get, and had chosen the fastest and more accessible way. The object was in a room down the first floor, though it wasn't the basement. The room had been designed with some exhibitions purposes and it, as any exhibition, had to be well guarded – that's why she created a fog in the first place. It was plagued with lasers.
But the space, the enough space around the thin little column that held the emerald object wasn't into the lasers field. She removed the fog as she flew and landed right in that space, grabbing the article.
She heard a little crash hit the ground in front of her, in the middle of the article and the door. She didn't raise her look to find out what it was, she didn't have to be worried about being discovered, not only because she was sure she hadn't been followed or even seen, but because no one of security blew up a piece of concrete floor and entered through the ceiling. So it had to be someone who wanted the emerald object, but she was leaving – with it. And it was a fact. She'd make sure of it, if necessary.
She caught sight of a pair of stunning red eyes. Deep, deep inside her mind she wondered if she had that bad luck. But being her mind's depths not in control, she ignored him and limited herself to try and finish the work.
"Mon Dieu, what a surprise!" Said the auburn haired, red eyed guy she knew very well "Long time no see, Stormy."
She glared at him at using that foolish nickname, and while she packed the object she snapped,
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh, jus' som' business, no big deal." He replied naturally with a smirk on his face. He had too, intentionally and wisely, landed on the space that was lacked of lasers. "And you?" He leaned forwards, resting his elbows on the now empty column.
"Likewise" Ororo said flatly and turned around about to take flight. But stopped when she heard Remy's voice again, this time –and though it still carried his natural hoarse, sexy tone– it was softer.
"Isn't dis awesome ...Jus' like de old times." He said with a cheerless smile, fixing his eyes on hers as she turned around again. The intensity of his gaze not only made her look back at him, but sigh subtly too.
"We're not on same side anymore." She stated as an undesirable matter of fact, a reminder of something to both of them. Even though he knew Ororo, and therefore the way she'd meant her statements, her voice had been talked so mechanically that almost bothered him.
"Who said we're not? I've always been on your side, chére" She knew that despite the usual little mock he always seemed to have, he'd said it seriously. She just didn't want to accept it, because they both knew they were in totally different sides, and it didn't matter if it was so because they'd wanted or not. It didn't matter and especially didn't at all in her present state.
"Quite a concept you have about being on someone's side."
He smiled "Trust moi, dat concept has worked pretty well."
"Yeah, don't doubt it. I've got some business to attend, too."
There was still an object to deliver, and the thief in front of her–or even herself had somehow awakened their indirect host. Being Gambit's back facing the door, he didn't see it opening but he sensed it. She obviously had also referred to that when she said she had some business to attend, but he paid no attention. Everything was going according the plan.
"See something you like?" Warren Worthington said, standing shirtless and demanding in the doorway.
I'm using a new method now. If you didn't know, my first language isn't English, so I wrote my others stories in Spanish first and then traslated them. It was sort of a practice.
Now I'm doing it on the contrary; write in English first, then traslate into Spanish-which is easier. And I think it's a better way to practice, I mean, coz it's different the way you talk and write in one language that in another one.
Back to the story...So what do you say? Any OreO fans out there too? If yes, let me know what you think, if not, let me know what you think. It's more in a story than just the pairing, I mean, like Am I a bad writer?
Read ya next chap…
