A/N: I pondered long and hard about this one. I love crossovers; I love reading them; I love writing them. But they are one of the hardest things (at least in my opinion) to get right in a fanfiction. So often you see a crossover with great ideas, great foundation, and generally a great story as long as the fandoms involved are separate, but the point of the story where they merge seems awkward somehow. I'm really trying to avoid that so if you're getting impatient with me keeping Ororo away from the Fearun crowd, that's why. I really want to do this right. Oh, by the way we're going a little AU here (more than usual anyway) this is still after the first movie, but Logan is back at the mansion and X2 never happened. Anyway, here we go.
The dream began like any of the others, the mist, the voice, the inarticulate desire to find the woman. But Ororo soon realized that something was different. The mist seemed thinner somehow, everything was brighter, and the voice, it wasn't moving away. Ororo felt a surge of exhilaration, maybe this time, this time I'll reach her, she thought as she ran. This was the closest Storm had ever come, she wasn't going to loose now! Determined, she reached for her powers, the mist began to disperse. Ororo could see a shadow at the limits of her vision, not clear enough to make out details but sharpening with every second. Come on. She thought. Almost there, I'm almost there. Suddenly, something caught her foot and she fell, face first, onto the ground. She cried out in frustration, she had been so close! For a long time she just laid there, waiting to wake up as she always did. But the dream did not fade, and suddenly the voice was right in front of her. "Are you alright child?" Ororo slowly raised her head from the ground. The mist was gone now, and for the first time she could see where she was. She was lying in a forest clearing in the first days of autumn. The trees rose straight and strong, the moist breeze smelled of earth and fallen leaves, and kneeling before her in the damp grass was the most beautiful woman Ororo had ever seen.
Back in the mansion
Logan couldn't sleep; he was restless. It wasn't unusual. He was always a light sleeper but every so often he went through periods when he just couldn't sleep at all. Sometimes it was nightmares, other times (like now) it was just plain insomnia; Wolverine attributed it to his animalistic tendencies. In any case, it was the middle of the night, almost everyone had been in bed for hours, and Logan was wandering aimlessly through the halls. What I wouldn't give for a beer. He thought. Maybe he should head into town for few hours, play a few rounds of pool at that bar he liked, get a drink.
He was about to do just that when he heard Storm cry out from down the hall. He sprinted to her room. "Storm?" He called, pounding the door.
No answer.
That does it. He muttered silently before forcing the door open. He leapt into the room, claws extended. Ororo was in her bed, sheets twisted around her as she tossed and turned. She was covered in a cold sweat, her face a mask of anguish. The adamantium blades slid back under Logan's flesh. "Storm," He called again, shaking her shoulder gently. "Come on, wake up."
No response.
He repeated the process a bit more forcefully, still nothing. By now Logan was getting concerned, usually Ororo slept as lightly as he did. "Storm!" He almost shouted.
At that point he decided it was time to get help. Something was definitely wrong. He rushed down the hall to Scott and Jean's room, calling for them to wake up and knocking urgently. A very sleepy Scott opened the door. "It's Storm," Wolverine headed off anything Cyclops was about say. "Something's wrong. She screamed in her sleep and now I can't wake her up."
The three of them ran back to Ororo's room. Jean immediately went into doctor mode, checking the unconscious woman's vitals. "We need to get her to the med lab," Jean announced. "Logan, help me move her. Scott, go wake the Professor."
Within 10 minutes, Ororo was lying on a medical bed hooked up to various monitors. They had barely finished when the Professor rolled in. "What happened?" He demanded.
"We don't know," Jean replied. "I can't explain it, she just won't wake up. All her vitals are normal. Is it possible she's under some kind of psychic attack?"
The Professor considered. "It's possible, but how a telepath could do so without my knowledge I don't know." He looked into space for a moment. "But it is looking more and more likely all the time. I can't enter her mind. There is something blocking me."
"Blocking you?" Jean was incredulous. "How is that possible? They're not in this room. Blocking you from someone else's mind would be hard enough, doing it from a distance would take an astronomical amount of power."
"Yes it would." The Professor agreed. "But that is exactly what is happening. Keep her comfortable and notify me of any change. I'm going to try and locate this attacker with Cerebro."
He was about to leave when Logan spoke. "What's with her ears?"
Everyone approached the table to see what Wolverine was talking about. Jean blinked. Professor Xavier frowned. What had been perfectly normal ears only minutes before now ended with distinct points.
Inside Ororo's head
The figure smiled kindly down at her. "Well met Ororo, it's been a long time."
Storm seemed to find her voice. "Do I know you?"
The woman let out a peal of laughter. "Oh, yes Ororo, we know each other, though we met only once and I doubt you remember. You were very young." The woman rose gracefully to her feet while Storm scrambled to do the same. "But I have watched you for many years. You have grown so beautiful Ororo, your parents would be proud."
Something in Ororo's mind clicked, some long forgotten bit of information. "Mystra," She whispered. "Your name is Mystra."
"One of many things I am called." The woman confirmed with a warm smile. "I am the Goddess of Magic and we, Ororo Do'Urden, have much to talk about."
She led Storm to stone bench at the edge of the trees (Ororo could've sworn that wasn't there a second ago) and the two sat down. "What did you call me just now?" Storm asked suddenly. "What's 'Do'Urden'?"
Mystra was silent for a moment before she replied. "What is your earliest memory Ororo? Do you remember your parents?"
Ororo thought hard. "I remember, gray. A mass of swirling gray mist and purple eyes."
Mystra nodded. "You are different Ororo, more than you know, and you are destined for great things. But right now, you don't know who you are." She paused for a moment and seemed to collect her thoughts. "The gray you remember is the void between planes, and the eyes belong to your father. You were born on the world known as Fearun, to 2 great heroes. Your mother Cattie-Brie, was adopted by a dwarven King when she was young. Fierce and beautiful, she is a great swordsman and an incredible archer." Mystra smiled. "You have her eyes. And your father is a drow ranger by the name of Drizzt Do'Urden. There has seldom been one with more mastery of the blade than he. He abandoned his people long ago to live below the sky."
Mystra must have seen Ororo's look of confusion. "Your father is a dark elf," She clarified. "A subterranean race of extreme evil, though Drizzt is the exception to the rule. He and a few others of his kind have abandoned the evils of their people and live on the surface among the other goodly races." She leaned over to touch Ororo's face. "Your colour comes from him, as well as your hair and ears."
"What's different about my ears?" Ororo asked, perplexed.
"At the moment nothing," the goddess laughed. "While on Earth you have subconsciously put a glamour over them. It will be gone when you wake up. I think you'll like the change, human ears never looked right on you in my opinion."
Ororo was about to demand what exactly would be different about her ears, but Mysta held up a hand. "I'll let you be surprised. There are more important things to discuss."
Ororo nodded, then asked the first thing that came to her mind. "My parents…did they love me?"
The Lady's face turned sad. "More than anything in the world," She said somberly. "Remember when I said that your father's people are evil? Well, their deity is even worse. Your father slighted Lolth when he left and she wanted revenge. She tried to steal you. Your father's Goddess stopped her, but in the fight you were lost to the void between planes. You floated until you reached Earth." She looked at Ororo. "Those on Fearun with the ability to do so have searched for you for years, but I did not let them find you. You may be angry if you wish but know that I had good reasons. There are great things in store for you Ororo, these years you have spent on Earth are essential if that destiny is to come to pass. And I did not leave you without the means to protect yourself."
"You gave me my power." It was not a question.
"I did. I needed to make sure you would survive your years on this world, and you will learn why in time."
The forest seemed to be fading away. "Our time here is almost at its end, but we will meet again. When you wake you will know many things that you did not before. The time is soon coming for you to go home, you must understand the world you were born into."
The mists were creeping in, and suddenly Ororo was alone on the bench. The ground gave out beneath her and Mystra's voice drifted back as she fell. "Farewell for now Ororo Do'Urden."
A/N: All right, done! I wanted to make it longer, but it's late, I'm tired, I should've been working on school for the last few hours instead of writing, and it just seemed like the right place to end it. I like long chapters as much as the next person; I just can't write them. Quality, not quantity right? Right? I know I said in earlier chapters that Ororo always had slightly pointed ears, but I liked this way better. So just ignore that sentence back in chapter 4 or 5. I'll go back to change it if I have time. Anyway, tell me what you think. R&R Please!
