When Worlds Collide

By: Orionstorm04

Disclaimer: I do not own Storm or any of the other X-Men that belongs to marvel. All I own is the original idea, and any OC.

A/N: Time for another update! Aren't you guys excited? I'll admit, I've been gone for a month now, but that's the standard time it takes me to cycle through all of my stories for updates. When I posted the first chapter, I said that I would only continue the story if there was a want for it. Well here we are, a month down the line and nine reviews in the hole, so I would call that a want. A heads up to everyone who reads, this will not be a five chapter post type story, oh no, not in the less. As with all of the stories that I post, they are extensive and very plot driven.

Over the Rainbow

The blaring sounds of sirens could be heard, as an ambulance raced down the congested streets. Traffic was backed up for miles down Lexington Ave, and the ambulance had to navigate through abandoned, sidewalks just to make it the few feet to Mercy Hospital. As the paramedics wheeled the newly arrived patient through the halls, a doctor who looked to be in his mid forties approached the gurney carrying the patient.

"What have we got here?" he asked the paramedic.

"African American female, she has a concussion, and also some abrasions on her face and skull." He answered, slightly unnerved by her appearance.

"Where did you find her?" the doctor was slightly shocked when he got closer towards the woman.

"Call came in about twenty minutes ago from down on Parks St. A couple of neighbors called in, claiming that something sounding like a bomb had gone off in the ally. When we got there, all we found was her." He said, motioning towards the unconscious woman.

"Did she have any id on her?" the doctor asked as he began to check her vital signs. They were still strong, but he didn't want to take any chances.

"Nothing and trust me, you'd be hard pressed to find anything on an outfit like that."

"She is rather peculiar. I want you to place her in the detain ward…"

"Sure Dr. Mullikan." The paramedic said, happy to finally be able to get as far away from this woman as possible.

"Oh and Steven…" Dr. Mullikan waited until the paramedic turned back around before he continued. "Contact the League. She's either one of theirs, or a serious problem waiting to happen, either way, I don't want to be caught unprepared."

"You got it."

When Ororo Munroe's mind finally began to arouse from unconsciousness, the first thing her eyes were greeted with was the harsh light that was placed directly above her. Instinctively she began to lift her arm to block the light, and was caught off guard when her left arm only went a certain length. Looking down at her wrist, she saw what it was that held her hands in place, handcuffs. Immediately her mind went into overdrive. Where was she, how did she get here, and most importantly, how would she get out?

She had to stay calm, getting nervous would only lead to her getting in deeper troubles than she was already in, she needed to think. What was the last thing that she could remember before waking up here? When she tried to recall what it was that brought her here, her mind began to ache. Pushing through the pain and cloud that rested heavily over her memories, Ororo dug deeper, until she was finally able to remember.

The last thing she recalled was waking up in a world that was so much like her own, but so different none the less. The Scarlet Witch had altered reality, and inadvertently set in motions a chain of events that would ultimately destroy all of existence. She remembered fighting alongside of her teammates, and rag tag members of heroes who were desperate to put an end to Wanda's mess.

She could remember trying to convince Wanda to let it all go, to let go of the illusion and return everything to the way it was, but that was too little too late. Wanda had gone mad with the loss of her children, and no amount of reasoning was going to change that. What was that old saying? It's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all? Ororo was able to see the pain in Wanda's eyes, she was able to hear it in her voice, and no words have ever been as hollow.

Ororo listened as the Scarlet Witch bore her soul about the recent loss of her sons. Wanda had had enough, she was tired of all the fighting and the never ending struggle she faced as homo superior. She didn't want to go on anymore, and if her sons could live to see another day, then neither would anyone else. The next thing Ororo remembered was a blinding flash, then noting. There was the welcoming embrace of oblivion that met her after the flash, but before she could find peace within it, she was ripped away and sent spiraling into chaos.

And now she was here, handcuffed to a bed in an unfamiliar place and more than slightly confused. She tried once again to open her eyes, this time more slowly, giving them a chance to adjust to the light. Her eyes feel upon what looked to be a sterile room… a hospital room to be exact. Looking around, she could see that she was alone, most likely kept away from the general population. But why would she be in a hospital room?

Looking at herself, she noticed she was now in her costume. She was certain that she hadn't had it on during the fight, so how was it now that she was dressed in it? There were too many questions to answer, and not enough time at the moment to do so. First she needed to get out of this room, after that, she could try and figure out what's happened since she's been out. There was no one guarding her in the room, and from what she could see, there were no cameras either. All she had to do was pick the lock, and get out as quietly as possible.

Her time spent on the streets of Cairo still served her well, long into adult her. Achmed would be proud that his teachings did not die with him. It was easy for her to pick the locks of the handcuff and free herself from her bed. Next she had to get out of this room unnoticed, and that was normally easier said than done. Opening the door slightly, she peered into the hallway, careful not draw any attention to her or the door. When no one noticed that the door had opened, she opened it further to reveal a long corridor. One side of the corridor lead to a dead end, but the sign hanging in the distance said elevator. The other end of the hall held what looked like a receptionist desk.

She was certain now that she was in a hospital, but the question still remained, where was this hospital. There weren't too many of them that were friendly enough to help a mutant, and she was sure that her appearance alone would be enough to identify her. Maybe that was the reason they locked her away from all the other patients, they were keeping her quarantined, probably waiting for the authorities, or worse, the Friends of Humanity to arrive. Well she wasn't going to wait and find out, all she had to do now was make it to the elevator and then she was home free.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror that was resting on the far wall, she knew she couldn't just walk out there the way she was. She would be spotted almost immediately, and gunned down without hesitation. He room offered little in the way of a disguise, other than a baseball cap that was left in the stand next to her bed. She would just have to use what she had on. She closed her eyes and began to concentrate, and when she opened her eyes once more, they were engulfed in white lightning.

Electricity crackled in her eyes, while her platinum white hair waved in a breeze of her own making. Small bolt of lightning licked across her body and the unstable molecule of her costume began to shift and alter into something entirely different. Her cape had morphed into a long overcoat, the tips of it brushing the floor. The top portion of her costume reshaped into a black corset with silver trim, which resembled leather. All and all, it looked less conspicuous than her X-Men uniform, or enough that she would be able to slip out unnoticed. Using the baseball cap she found in the stand, she checked her looks in the mirror, before heading once again to the door. Slipping out of her room quietly, Ororo made her way towards the elevator. She hadn't gotten more than ten steps when the voice of the woman sitting at the receptionist desk sounded.

"Green Lantern… we're glad you could come on such short notice. We know how busy the League is these days."

That was a peculiar name to call a person, Ororo thought. As she waited for the elevator to reach her floor, she took a glance over her shoulder to get a better view at who the receptionist was talking to. Trying to be inconspicuous, she tilted her hat farther over her brow, but was still able to see the three costume clad individuals. An African American male stood in front of the desk, he couldn't have been no older than her twenty-five years, or at the least a year older than her. His head was shaven bald, with a stylish goatee on his face. His uniform was somewhat peculiar, but who was she to judge on his choice of fashion. The dark black costume was in stark contrast to his emerald green gloves and boots. His posture was extremely ridged, most likely from years of service. For some bizarre reason, he reminded her a lot of Scott.

There was another male standing on the right side of the first, but he was white. His jet black hair reached just a few inches beyond his shoulders. She couldn't really see much of his face, since he wore a mask that concealed his eyes and nose. His costume was the same color of his hair, with a brilliant sky blue bird symbol on his chest, extending to his broad shoulders and down his arms. Unlike the other man, this guy looked to be a year of two younger than her. His demeanor was more relaxed, not as if he expected trouble at any moment. That was a luxury that Ororo hadn't indulged in much during her tenor as an X-Man.

The lone female looked slightly agitated rather than committed to being there. She wasn't dressed like the other two, though she wasn't dressed like someone from off the streets either. Her clothing more resembled something off the strip in Las Vegas. She wore a black one piece bathing suit and fishnet stockings. Her black leather stilettos added an extra inch to her petite height, and a magician's hat sat atop her raven colored hair.

"Not a problem ma'am. Where's the patient?" Green Lantern said businesslike.

"She's in room 347, right down the hall, and to your right. We weren't sure if she was one of your members, or maybe some kind of wack job plotting to destroy the city, so we thought it best to restrain her. I hope that wasn't a problem." The nurse said. She had been slightly worried that the Justice League would be upset that they had locked away one of their members.

"No that's fine, better safe than sorry. We'll take it from here." Lantern lead the group down the hall and towards the room Ororo just vacated.

"Why is this elevator taking so long?!" Ororo screamed mentally.

She had never liked elevators all that much, her Claustrophobia barely allowed her to endure the short trips. She much preferred to take the stairs, but seeing as that wasn't an option, she was forced to squash her growing panic and wait for the 'coffin' like box to take her to the ground floor. With each step of the individuals, who she now knew was here to claim her; her heart began to beat faster. She pushed the button several more times, in the vain hope that it would cause the door to open faster. They were so close in fact, that she could hear the female mumbling angrily to the other two.

"I don't see what I had to come. It's not like you and the Boy Wonder here couldn't handle this without me. And you didn't have to pull me off stage, you know."

"Hey, the name's Nightwing, toots…" the man with the face mask said, slightly peeved that she couldn't even call him by his name, albeit, it wasn't he real name.

"I heard you the first hundred times Zatanna, so crying about it now won't change a thing. You're a member of the Justice League, so start acting like one." Lantern ordered in his gruff tone.

Just when Ororo was beginning to think that the infernal elevator door would never open, the soft ding, that signified its arrival chimed in. Ororo hastily shuffled in, conscious to keep her head down and her face concealed. Just as the door was closing, the three League members were reaching her door, none of them paying attention to the person who just entered the elevator, none that is except Zatanna. Being acutely attune the mystic arts, she was able to sense the subtle shift in the environment whenever someone of massive power was close by. Though she shouldn't have been surprised, since Green Lantern was directly on side of her, but this presence was different than what she normally got when around GL.

The ding from the elevator covered the soft sigh released from the windrider's lip. She rushed into the small box, forgetting her fear of small spaces, in lieu of a quick escape. When she was inside the elevator, Ororo gave one final look at the three costumed individual. While the door was closing, she saw the female, the one the African American man call Zatanna, look in her direction a split second before the doors sealed.

That nagging feeling that had crept up on Zatanna flared when they got closer towards the room, but the source seemed to be coming from a area outside the hospital room. It seemed to be coming from everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. Her suspicions began to grow, and her uneasiness regarding it caused her defenses to rise. Something about all of this wasn't right, her instincts were telling her that something, or someone very powerful was close by, and she didn't think the three of them would have enough power to stop it. With her senses going wild, Zatanna scanned the immediate area, just in case a threat was around the corner.

The ding of the elevator drew her attention farther down the hall, and right before the doors of the elevator closed, she caught a glimpse of a woman wearing a baseball cap. She couldn't be sure, but she sensed something about the woman, but chalked it up to all the interference in the vicinity. She only vaguely heard Green Lantern say something about keeping their guard up and be prepared for anything; her attention was all on the elevator that just left the floor.

Lantern cautiously opened the door, his ring at the ready, just in case the occupant decided to do things the hard way. Nightwing was just as cautious, years of fighting alongside Batman would do that to a person. So it came to a surprise to both men, that the room was empty, the only thing remaining was a pair of handcuffs. Using his ring, John searched for any hidden exits, or temporal anomalies showing that the person had help getting out undetected. Stratified that the person hadn't used any unusual methods to elude them, he figured that the person must still be inside the building.

"They're gone, but my ring didn't detect any abnormalities, so that means they didn't teleport out. Whoever they are, they must still be in the building. I want us to split up, but if you find anything suspicious, radio in. I don't want to take any chances, we don't know what this person is capable of." He ordered.

"The elevator…" Zatanna could kick herself for not following up on her suspicions.

"What?" Nightwing said.

"The woman in the elevator, I knew I was getting a vibe from her, I just thought it was coming from the person we were her to take in."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?!" Green Lantern asked, before rushing out of the room. "Call the front desk; tell them not to let anyone in or out of the building before we get down there." He yelled to the woman as he flew into the stairway leading to the first floor. The room they were sent to was on the twelfth floor, and her hoped he wasn't to late to catch they're perp.

When Ororo finally made it to the first floor, she was feeling a little bit more at ease. She had made it this far, all she needed to do was take a few more steps and she would be home free. She passed the front desk, where a security guard was busy watching some game or another on his portable television, when the phone beside him rang. As Ororo passed him, she noticed him double take before setting the phone back on the receiver and called out.

"Hey, you there…" when she didn't stop, he called out again. "Hey! You in the overcoat and hat, stop right there. The league wants to have a talk with you." The guard said as he walked around the counter and towards Ororo. He was careful not to get to close, and had his hand resting securely on his gun.

"I knew it was too easy." Ororo mumbled to herself.

At this point she had no way out, if she attacked the guard hand to hand, it would only slow her down and she would run the risk of getting shot. There wasn't sufficient air in the cramped waiting room for her to create more than a breeze, and if she were to use her lightening innocent people could be hurt. It was only by chance that the front doors to the hospital opened, admitting and elderly man. It was at that moment that the opportunity Ororo had been wishing for presented itself. With a quick twitch of her wrist, and a mental summons to the winds outside, a gale force wind lifted the unsuspecting guard off his feet and into the nearby wall. Without a moment to spare, Ororo ran out of the building into the crushing crowed of people milling about in the city streets, and disappearing amongst their numbers.

When the members of the Justice League finally made it down stairs, they were greeted with the sight of nurses picking up loose pieces of paper, and the security guarded nursing a large lump on his head.

"What happen down here?" Green Lantern asked as he walked over towards the guard.

"I-I don't know. One minute I was trying to stop your perp, and the next; I'm being thrown into a wall."

"Wait, he threw you into a wall?" said Nightwing.

"No, she did. I don't even know how, she was nowhere near me." The guard was not only trying to stave off a massive headache, but confused as to how the woman managed to get away.

"We may be dealing with a telekinetic. We should contact the rest of the League, and let them know what's going on." Zatanna wasn't quite sure that her assessment was right. Whoever this woman was, she would be a lot harder to handle than what GL thought.

Ororo had been walking for well over an hour, and while she knew she wasn't in Westchester anymore, she couldn't identify where exactly she was. None of the surrounding landmark was familiar to her, and when she looked at a local paper, the title read Blüdhaven. None of this made any sense, she had never heard of a city by the name of Blüdhaven or any of the others listed in the paper. There was no way that she could simply ask question without causing suspicions.

She needed answer, or at the very least a way to contact the mansion. Thinking about the mansion made her pause for a moment. Why hadn't any member of her team come to retrieve from the hospital? Surely the admissions desk would have put her in the system or at the very least her description. Something defiantly wasn't right, and she intended to get to the bottom of it. Looking at her risk, she remembered her information retrievals unit. It was a device designed and created by Hank McCoy, affectionately known as Beast. The unit was to operate as a standard information gathering unit, which gave its user access to any computer network on the planet. Hank had named the device Sage, in honor of the X-Man member who inspired its creation. It also doubled as a mini Cerebro unit, capable of listing and naming any mutant that Charles Xavier had ever come across.

All she needed was a place to be alone, and what better place could there be but her natural element? As she came upon a deserted ally, she summoned the winds to her and shot above the skyline and into the clear night air. Once she reached the overhanging clouds, she was able to get her first look at the city below. Even from this distance, she still couldn't recall the city or any of its surrounding areas.

"Sage…" she spoke to her wrist band. At her vocal command, a holographic image of the woman whom Ororo had gotten to know so well during their time together as members of the splinter group X-Treme X-Men. The details between the hologram and the original were uncanny, right down to the stoic expression on her face.

"Yes Storm?" the hologram asked. During its creation, Beast, along with the help of Professor Xavier, had managed to imprint the personalities of any of the people it had stored. Only a few programs had been placed on the device, such as the data unit that was accessed now. Also included was the Cerebro unit, which had been implemented with Xavier's own personality. The Medical unit, which Beast took particular pride in, and used his own charming personality to fit the bill. The one program that wasn't as cut and dry was the mini danger room program. Of course Scott would be the perfect candidate to have as the AI of the program, but Ororo thought it would be best to add Logan to the system as well. At first this had irked Scott far more than he was willing to admit, but he had begrudgingly admitted that it could be beneficial.

"I need you to see if you can contact the mansion." Ororo waited the few scant seconds for the image to respond.

"I'm sorry, but it seems as though the mansion isn't within range for me to contact." Came the monotone response.

"That's peculiar; the range on this device should be able to reach from coast to coast. Access all database within range, and see if you can get a fix on our location." As Sage carried out her request, Ororo took the time to scan the city below her. If she wasn't in any part of the United States, then when in the goddess' name could she be?

"According to local archives, we are in a city called Blüdhaven, located fifty four kilometers from Gotham."

"Neither of those names ring a bell. We must not be in the United States any longer…"

"That is incorrect; we are in the United States."

"But why don't I recall this place? And you said that we were out of range to contact the mansion. How far are we from New York then?"

"We are approximately three hundred and seventy four miles away from New York City."

"What, but how can that be? I want you to do a comprehensive scan of every database you can access. I want you to see if you can locate any member of the X-Men, active or inactive, or if the X-Men even exist." Ororo began to grow more confused as time went on. If she was still in the U.S, the why wasn't she able to get in contact with the Institute? The only explanation she could come up with was that she was transported to another time line. Perhaps in his time line, the X-Men were never formed, and if so, then she wouldn't have any help from them.

"I have scanned all local, state and federal databases and there are no mentions of the X-Men. I have also done as requested and did a full spectral search for any member of the team and all efforts yielded no results. There is no mention of any mutant who is registered in the Cerebro files either." Sage's voiced cut through Ororo's silent wondering.

"There are no mutants?" maybe this stretched farther than she realized. If there were no mutants in this reality, then who were the costumed individuals that were in the hospital? Maybe they were the key that she needed to solve her dilemma. She recalled the female calling the black man Green Lantern, of which she was sure wasn't his real name.

"See if you can find anything about a man called Green Lantern."

"Green Lantern, aka John Stewart, is a member of a group of superheroes called the Justice League. According to records, John Stewart was a soldier in the U.S Marines, before joining the ranks of the Justice League. There is little information regarding his superhero origins, but according to archives, his ring is the source of his powers."

"So there are mutants here?" Ororo asked.

"They do not term them mutants, but rather metahumans."

Ororo began to wonder what exactly it was that she had stumbled across or how she came to be here. The only excuse was that Wanda's reality warping powers must have somehow sent her into an alternate dimension, one where mutants didn't even exist. But why and why did she send her fully outfitted in her uniform. Casting her questions aside, Ororo snapped into leader mode. This was no different than any other scenario, and the first rule was to access the situation. She had to gain every bit of information that she could gather of her location, and those who lived there, and the first place she was going to start was with this so called Justice League.

To be continued…

A/N: Well if you haven't gathered as much so far, this will be a crossover with Justice League. I didn't want to give away the big secret, so I kinda held off on a few things last chapter. I know a few of you will be disappointed that this won't be your standard X-Men fanfic, but I just thought I would throw a little flare in the story. I got the idea after I read the Amalgam comic book where DC and Marvel teamed up and pitted their heroes against one another. I always wondered what it would be like if Ororo stayed a part of the DC universe; of course there was that comic that depicted Ororo as Wonder Woman. I also want to ask that you forgive any mistakes that I have made in this posting, seeing as I don't have a beta and that I'm writing this at like 2:00 am. And as always, please read and review, and until next time, peace out people.