A/N: Alright a second one shot within hours of my last post. I was on a writing kick last night so I decided to make the best of it. There is one more one shot coming out after this.
Now about the story. This is written from the POV of Ororo as an adult. It also puts her into the first class so that it's not the original five but rather the original 6. Other than that please enjoy.
I always had to be in costume for them. Everyone else could be someone else, have lives that existed beyond the leather uniforms but not me, of course not, they needed me as I always was. Storm.
Who the hell is Ororo Munroe any way? I didn't exist as far as they were concerned. The aunt, the sister, the friend...they didn't need that version of me. What they needed was Hurricane Ororo. They needed Storm to make tornados appear in seconds. Deadly lightening to strike twice maybe even three times in the same place. They needed me to put them in the eye of the perfect storm with a seconds notice. Did they think this shit was easy? Ha! Yeah, it was but that doesn't mean I want to be at their beckoning call all day everyday.
I mean, I grew up with these people...
The boys, oh heavens the boys! Bobby used to pull so many pranks on me and Hank and we would always come up with the best payback. Like scorching hot weather or hail the size of baseballs from me. Haha, we had so much fun.
Warren showed me the skies. It was with his encouragement and grace that, yes almost got me killed a couple of times, but eventually allowed me to really control the skies. We would race a lot. Sure he would always win but it wasn't about that. It was about being where no one could touch you, about really understanding nature.
And when Charles was first teaching me control it was meditating in the garden with Scott that I perfected it. Silent and surrounded by air and trees and beauty. I had a lot of great memories in that garden. And eventually our time spent together in that garden led to him talking about how he liked a certain red head. And then me talking to a certain red head, and well the rest is history.
But Jean, crazy and ill-tempered Jean. I remember being a teenager staying up for hours and hours with Jean. Talking about just complete nonsense. Laughing like the world was perfect and we were the only two people in it. She was my best friend, my sister. Jean felt like home even when home was a continent away. We had a lot of laughs together but there was also never a tear spilled that I wasn't around to catch, and Jean's shoulder was always there when I needed it.
Whenever I had ever been asked about family I didn't hesitate to talk about Warren, Bobby, Scott, Jean, and Hank. They were without a doubt in my mind my family. We had all seen the very best and the very worst of each other. Spent years together becoming the people that we are today. I love them all with all my heart...but all they can see is Storm.
All that matters is Storm, and what I can do and not who I am. Not anymore. I don't know when it changed, when the humanity in the weather witch vanished and all that was left was the witch. I don't know when I lost my family and ended up with just teammates. I don't know when Ororo stopped being good enough and they traded me in for something better. A machine that they didn't pay any attention to, and never noticed that they started to look at differently.
Maybe it was me.
Maybe I was the one that changed. Maybe I lost myself in my power, in my anger. So much so that all that was left was the storm. I guess it's always hurricane season, and Hurricane Ororo is always just raging through.
So fast that all you can do is look out over the coast and watch the storm go by...
A/N: Hope you enjoyed a short fic from me. Please let me know with a review.