Disclaimer: I dun own no one but Oyre and a few other as of yet unknown mutants. Jessie owns herself…This story kind of follows after the first X-Men movie, but be warned, some things are quite different and I am writting this as if the second movie doesn't exist.I may not own Toad, but he lives IN MY PANTS!
Running. Can't stop running. Chest hurts, my head aches, I can't see through my tears. Lightning flashing, the storm raging. Must make it in time, cannot fail. His life is depending on it, I must stop her. No, stop! I love him don't take him from me! I'm too late, he's gone… he's gone. I failed and now he's gone… The pain, it's great. Too great! It's consuming me and I'm falling, why am I falling? I can't hold on… Need him to hold on… Hold on…
"Oyre, Oyre, you need to wake up." A soft, familiar voice broke through the troubled dreams of the young mutant named Oyre Sheldon. A lightly gloved hand rested firmly on her shoulder, shaking her with a slight timidness yet a knowing of what must be done. Cat like eyes as green as an emerald bay flickered open tiredly and confusedly to lock onto soft, familiar brown eyes full of concern.
"Jessie... I-I'm sorry…. Was I, talking again?" Oyre sat up, her shoulder length red hair maneuvering itself messily around two brown cat ears protruding from the top of her head.
Jessie smiled; a soft assurance. Her hair was a golden brown, cut short and fluffed out in an attractive manner. She was a few years younger then Oyre and much more slender. They had only recently met, but had become close friends.
"Don't worry about it. I just didn't want her to hear you and come see what was wrong." She rolled her eyes, pointing with her thumb to the door leading from Oyre's dorm room to the hallway. "It's her turn to keep watch tonight. I just thought it would be awkward if she heard what you were saying in your sleep." Jessie often saved her from embarrassing moments caused by her tendency to talk in her sleep, on the rare occasion that she did sleep.
Oyre nodded, looking down to the bed, her cat eyes easily picking up every detail, every stitch and fold of her comforter in the almost pitch blackness of her room. She studied the sheets and blankets, the curves and folds, the way it moved when she twitched her tail different ways. She didn't want to think about him, her Mort, and how she, Storm, some one who was supposed to be a friend, had taken him away from her.
"The dreams are getting worse Jess. Before I was able to keep myself from reaching the end, and now they go so far I find myself falling…Just, falling…" She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut in a failed attempt to keep back tears. "I miss him so much… He was everything I had. Everything I wanted or could ever want and just like that he's gone…" Her voice was racked with sorrow that had been held in far too long. She fell into her friend, face buried deep into her shoulder, ears flattened back against her head. She accepted the warm touch, the soft nothings of comfort whispered to her.
It was six months since that horrible night, and every moment, ever breath taking, heart-wrenching moment of it was imprinted upon the heart and mind of the 17 year old Oyre. She was a member of the Brotherhood then, faithfully following Magneto, begging him to send her anywhere her beloved Mortimer Toynbee, her Toad, was sent. She would have done anything for either of them, finding the extra attention and the willingness to listen in Magneto that she couldn't find in Professor Xavier, and the love and devotion in Toad that she had always dreamed of. But what she never dreamed of was that she would lose them both in the same night, and by people she knew and had been raised by.
"I just don't know how I'm going to get through this… I'm never going to be able to look at any of them in the same way again…" She sighed softly, a small purr escaping her throat as she felt gentle fingers scratching behind one of her ears. "And none of them act the same way around me either… They talk to me as if they suspect that any moment I'll turn on them and revert back to my brotherhood ways."
Jessie found this very hard to believe, despite the fact that she had only known this cat-girl for a little less the five months. She knew Oyre as a kind girl that perhaps felt more deeply and cared more about others then she did for herself. She had always been willing to give Jessie a hug when she needed one, no matter how dangerous it might have been. Like Rogue, Jessie had a mutation that made it almost impossible for anyone to touch her. She had electricity running through her body, and when physical contact is made with anything solid, the electricity is involuntarily shot through that object or person, giving the 14 year old the nickname Fire Fly.
"Oyre, don't. You know that every one here cares about you. Storm does too, she just can't control that temper of hers." She shook her head, knowing exactly what to say after so many nights of comforting her friend. The words were well received with a warm smile and a tender 'thank you' shining in the older mutant's emerald eyes.
A soft sigh escaped Oyre's lips as she pulled her knees to her well-developed chest, wrapping her arms tightly around them. Her head was turned towards Jessie Storrs, resting lightly on her knees as she studied her friend.
"You don't have to stay here all night." The feline said after a long period of silence.
Jessie shrugged; a look of indifference across her face. "I'm here as long as you need me."
A smile was shared between them and Jessie reached her hand to Oyre's, giving it an encouraging, comforting squeeze. They sat there like that for nearly an hour, Oyre's hand in Jessie's; taking the support that was offered her. Neither one looked away from the other, though a smile was exchanged every so often. This was true friendship, as true as either girl had ever experienced before. They shared everything with the other: their hopes, their fears, their problems. One could scarcely imagine life with out the other, and so had vowed always to be in contact, no matter what.
Nearing the hour of three, Oyre slipped her hand out of Jessie's, straightening her legs out on her bed. "You should really be heading back to your room now. As much as I enjoy you being here, we could both get in a heap of trouble."
"Alright, you win." Jessie stood up, stretching her arms and legs, urging the blood to hurry and resume the course she had made hard by sitting in such a position for so long. "Just remember that if you need me, you can always just bang on the wall."
Their rooms were adjacent to each other, their beds up against the wall separating them. As a result, whenever one felt the need of the other, whether from boredom, sadness, or just wanting to talk, they could just hit the wall and the other would come see what was wanted.
"Good night Oyre." Jessie gave one last hug to her, allowing Oyre to give her quick, quiet farewell. Quietly, Jessie left her friends room, not even making a sound as the door opened and closed.
Oyre leaned back in her bed, once again surrounded by the comfortable and familiar darkness of her room. She turned towards her window, imagining that if she wished hard enough, her Mortimer would appear, clinging to the glass. She knew it wouldn't happen though. She had already wished for him once and had her wish granted, why would she be granted that again? But nonetheless, she stayed staring out her window for a little more then half an hour before she finally fell into a dreamless sleep.