A/N: Ok. Before anyone freaks out completely about the pairing (which is OroroMunroe/CharlesXavier in case you weren't paying attention when you clicked on this), I have reasons for me seeing them as a couple. There are quite a few episodes where Ororo and Charles seem to be closer than just friends. However, so I don't scare anyone, the majority of these songs will not be explicit. Which gets to me to the Songbook. Basically, I decided that instead of writing a bunch of song fics or a full length novel story, I could put together little ficlets based on the songs that inspired me to write them. I am grouping them by relationships and therefore will be doing several at a time. I believe I am going to try and find 10 songs for each pairing while trying not to repeat any. Also, they will have nothing to do with each other. None of the chapters will be related and neither will the stories. The pairings and the links to the songs (as I post them) are on my homepage if you would like to listen to the song before/while/after you read my ficlet.
This one was inspired by Is it Raining at Your House by Brad Paisley. Remember. This is not a normal songfic (which is why I didn't include the words), and doesn't completely fit the song, but the song helped inspire the ficlet. Enjoy.
Ororo Munroe sat in her attic room watching the rain fall down outside the window. She knew her emotions were making it storm tonight, but to be honest, she really did not care, nor could she do anything about it. Her heart was breaking and the tears were flowing alongside the droplets on her window.
"Ororo?" She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Charles Xavier's voice in her head. "Is something wrong?"
"Charles, please let it be." Turning her attention back to the rain, Ororo could almost picture him sitting in bed just like her, frowning at her reply.
"It's raining."
"Really? I hadn't notice."
"I was just making an observation."
"So this is your attempt at conversation? Talking about the weather?" she thought with an audible sigh.
"Technically you are the weather, so we are really talking about you." Why did he have to be so concerned?
"Because I care, Ororo." She hated having mental conversations with him. It was hard to differentiate between what she meant for him to hear and what she meant to keep to herself.
"Stay out of my mind, Charles." She pulled the covers up over her head, settling into her pillow, all the while knowing he wasn't going to consent to her request.
"Don't shut me out. I'm scared, too. Scared for the world, scared for mutant kind, scared for the Institute, scared for the children…" he left her mind for a brief moment to collect his own thoughts. Tears continued to leak from her eyes as she remembered the fight they had. It wasn't anything noticeable to an outside party, just a small offsetting disagreement about they were living with their feelings for one another. Ororo wanted to just give up and give in to the emotions that flooded her every time he was around. Charles could not help but feel hesitant about forming a relationship with the younger woman. The argument had been brief, but at the same time heart wrenching.
"And what about me, Charles?"
"I have always been scared for you. I don't want to see you hurt." She threw back the covers in frustration.
"I am no child. You do not have to protect me."
"I quite agree you are not a child. But that doesn't mean I don't care for your well-being." Ororo wished he would drop the Professor act and be the man she knew he was.
"Then why won't you love me like you know you can?" She brushed away a tear from her face, not knowing he was wiping one from his eye at the same moment.
"Because I am scared."
"Well, suck it up," Ororo thought with a smile, knowing it would make him chuckle.
"You've been spending too much time with Logan."
"And not enough with you." He was silent for so long after she thought that, she was worried he had left her mind completely. A crack of thunder shook the mansion, reminding her to try and keep her emotions in check.
"I'm tired of the rain." Relief flooded her at the return of his voice.
"Me, too."
"I can't make you any promises, Ororo."
"Then don't. Just tell me how you feel for once." Her room lit up as the lightning struck somewhere in the distance.
"I love you, Ororo. And there is nothing I can do about it. I just have no idea what to do."
"Just let me love you back." She tucked her knees up to her chest, awaiting his reply.
"Will the rain stop? Because the kids are getting restless-"
"Charles!" she scolded.
"Just an honest question," came his laughing voice.
"How about honest feelings?"
"I still love you."
Charles looked out his window as the raging storm came to a soft drizzle outside. The one in his heart, however, grew stronger. He knew he shouldn't, but he could not help but lover her. He loved her and the rain.