Is anyone else interested in the fact that Ororo grew up with a *sister*? Doesn't seem like much, but I think that this seemingly tiny fact would make an impact on her childhood, considering comics canon. I have no idea how often I am going to update this, um. Chapter one is half-written but I'm also trying to finish this other oneshot (and about five hundred papers for various classes-)... But, I couldn't resist putting up this little teaser. I should really stop posting unfinished things, but I can promise I won't forget about this one. :)
"Are you sure you don't want me to come over there and help you pack, Ororo?"
Ororo carefully moved about her small apartment with a box in her arms, wireless phone propped between an ear and a shoulder. "For the last time, dear sister, I am managing just fine. Why you insist on helping me with this every time I move is beyond me."
"Because that is what older sisters do, Ororo. It's our duty to boss and nag baby sisters around, you know?"
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, settling instead for a faint smile of amusement. "I think I do know. You do an exceptionally good job of it."
"That's good, then." A pause. "Still, if you need anything, anything at all..."
"I know how to reach you. For Goddess' sake, Vi, I am not a child..."
Her sister's laugh is soft, a rich contralto that is not unlike her own. "No, but you will always be little 'Roro to me. And I am only making sure; this seems like such a... a permanent move. Bayville is the furthest you've been from me in a long time; even the university hadn't been as far... I can't help it if I worry."
Ororo set the half-full box down on a larger, sealed one, so she can shift the phone on her shoulder to a free hand. Her other hand goes to rest on her hip. "Vivian..."
"I am only saying, Ororo, it's not everyday that my little sister tells me she's moving halfway across the state to live with some man with a dream she met not a month ago. Tell me, how am I supposed to react to that?" Vivian Daniels' tone is playfully exasperated and makes the corners of Ororo's mouth curve slightly upward. But even Ororo can detect the worry that lace her sister's words. She maneuvers her way between boxes to sit on the wicker chair she keeps in her small living room.
"Charles Xavier is a good, respected man," She begins, choosing her words carefully. "And you know as well as I do that he is the first to make sense of what I've been able to do all these years. The first, Vi. It seemed a little farfetched, I will admit, but... I believe him."
"And if he says that I can help others like us learn about their abilities... It would be an honor, moreso because I know firsthand what it is like to be lost and confused, to wake up one morning with abilities that I do not understand..."
She trails off, pausing and trying to collect her thoughts. There is silence on both ends of the line, both sisters taken a dozen years back, to the streets of Cairo and the hot desert plains of the Serengeti, the land of their mother's people.
"Ororo..."
"I was lucky to have an understanding sister, Vivian. One who didn't turn me away in fear as most in her place would."
There is a sigh on the other side of the phone.
"And how could I, Ororo? You and I were all we had left."
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