The Little Things
Authors Note: I finally figured out where to go with this story. Yay, go me!! This will be a long story, and I'm planning to finish it, eventually. I've considered adding a Rogue/Remy romance and maybe I will, but not in this chapter. Possibly in the next chapter.
I'd like to thank Wolviesfan, klucky, evilbon32, Me, Melissa Frost, & lilWolvie.
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Professor Xavier was in his office typing up a paper on the possibility of treating phobic patience by exposing them to their fear and making them deal with it. He knew some doctors used this approach, but most didn't approve or knew about this method. (AN: That was absolutely made up and had no basis in the real world. I figured Xavier had to do something to occupy his free time and this seemed like something he'd do.)
He was halfway done when the call came in. Actually it was more of a buzz.
It was from the front gate and a cab driver claimed he had "white haired black woman" that said to come here. Xavier did a quick mental sweep and discovered the driver was telling the truth.
Xavier opened the gate and sent a mental message to Logan.
~~Logan, Ororo has just arrived and I suspect that she forgot to bring money with her. Please pay the cab driver; he's at the front door. ~~
With that, Professor Charles Xavier ignored the rest of the world and went back to writing his article for the Medical Journal.
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Logan was just about to leave for a bar when Chuck's mental invasion told him to beeline for the front door.
He was surprised to find Ororo, still in a fetal position, fast asleep. He paid the cab driver his outrageous fee, and then gathered Ororo in his arms (making sure to grab her discarded boots in his right hand).
In her half-unconscious state (for she had began to wake up when he moved her), Logan got Ororo to put her arms around his neck. It surprised him that she snuggled closer to him.
Thinking nothing of it, but enjoying it nether the less, he took her to her room, all the while being mindful of the long cloak that dangled before him and touched the ground.
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Ororo Monroe woke up the next morning on her bed wearing her uniform from the day before.
It was bright and early, the usual time she woke up. Feeling the need for a refreshing shower, Ororo resisted the urge to call up a rain shower. Although she could have easily done so and gotten away with it, Ororo's training from when she first came to America told her that nudity in public places was a big no-no.
Ororo sighed wistfully before grabbing a change of clothes and heading for the shower.
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The shower had painfully woken up Ororo to her problems. Evan was still not found and apparently not coming back. All the while, Ororo couldn't get the overdosed teenager out of her head. The corpse's glossy eyes haunted her every moment.
Ororo slipped back into her routine unconsciously. From making the coffee and getting the newspaper for Logan, to fixing herself a breakfast of soft-boiled eggs.
It was after eating her breakfast and sipping her herbal tea that she realized she didn't want to get up. The normally energetic goddess was feeling as heavy as a rock and much to weary to get up. She was staring intently at the table as she methodically sipped her tea, not moving a muscle.
That's how Logan found her, half an hour later.
"Morning darlin'."
That startled Ororo out of her hypnotic state. At first she stared confusedly at Logan, but then the fog cleared and she found her voice again.
"Good morning Logan."
With that, Logan poured himself a cup of tea and sat down to read the newspaper. An easy silence ensured between the two of them.
"Logan?"
He grunted in response, his eyes didn't leave the page. Ororo stared down at the cup of tea in her hands.
"I don't know if I should look for Evan anymore. I looked yesterday and I couldn't find him. He obviously doesn't want to be found. My sister doesn't even know he's gone and…" here Ororo hesitated. She looked up and was surprised to find his hazel eyes were looking right at her.
Logan picked up on her hesitation and finished her sentence for her.
"And you want me to come with you while you."
"Well…yes. Would you?"
"Sure darlin', got nothin better to do."
Ororo gave him a small, yet sincere smile before replying.
"Thank you."
He only grunted in response.
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They arrived at six in the evening at the Daniels residence. Ororo had called ahead and told both parents a vague reason for her visit.
Logan insisted on staying in the car, as he didn't know the Daniels, and Ororo finally gave in when he told her that this was something that she and she alone must do.
Ororo rang on the doorbell and dreaded the moment when the door opened. And opened it did, to her utter dismay.
Her sister's husband greeted her and led her living room, not speaking outside of the customary hello. In the living room, on the love seat, sat Vi, Ororo's sister.
One look at Vi's puffy red eyes told her everything.
"You know." It was a statement of fact that was confirmed when Vi nodded her head and renewed her silent tears.
Ororo sat on the love seat beside her sister. Vi threw her arms around Ororo and gave her a hug. Both of them clung to the other tightly and wept. They sobbed over their mutual loss as the violent thunderstorm wreaked havoc outside.
When they grew coherent again, Ororo had to know.
"How do you…" She trailed off as Vi took out a crumpled, stained, and rough edged paper. Vi silently handed over the piece of paper to Ororo. Ororo looked at it and this is what the paper said:
Dear Mom and Dad,
I love both of you very much and miss you dearly. I have ran away from the institute and I'm not planning on going back. My mutation has made me ugly and I no longer can live under the guise of human. Please don't worry, I am where I belong.
Love you always,
Evan
Vi looked at Ororo's face as it became a picture of depression.
"So it really is true." It was her husband and it wasn't a question; it was a statement.
Ororo nodded anyway. Then she rose to leave.
"You're not staying?" The disappointment was clearly heard in Vi's voice.
Ororo shook her head.
"I can't. I'm needed at the institute…and I need to accept this on my own terms. At my own time."
With that, the sisters hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. Then Vi's husband embraced Ororo.
With a final good bye, Ororo left the Daniels residence and walked back to the car.
Logan didn't ask why it took so long. He didn't ask how it went. Instead, he gunned the engine and made his way to the mansion. He never spoke a word.
Ororo was grateful.
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Author's Note: Okay, okay, maybe it's not as long as it could have been, but it's still good right?
Right?
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