A/N:  I've had this idea for a little while now, it's just getting it down that's taken so long.  I know that a lot of people don't like oc's and I don't blame them, but I did include one in this story.  I hope no one just dismisses it because of that.  The story is not focused on her.  It is centered around something that she, Storm, and Rahne are going through but I plan on going more with Rahne and Storm, and how they are being affected.  Star's just there to help (more like a crutch for me - to help me from screwing up an already good character).  I ask again, please give this story a chance.  This first chapter is a stepping stone and I'm hoping to get better as I go (more focused, etc.).  By the way, I'm not good at writing accents so please forgive me.  Thanks.  Please read and review.

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Important Note:  Ororo is around the same age as everyone else (late teens).

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Disclaimer:  I do not own the X-Men.  If anyone does and would like to sell them to me, please leave the asking price in the reviews.  ^-^

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Have you ever had one of those days when everything just feels off?  Like there is something you forgot?  Or that something bad was going to happen?  You try and figure out what the heck it could be, but nothing comes to mind.  Rahne Sinclair's whole week has been like that.  She's been feeling restless and unable to get enough sleep.  Not wanting to alarm anyone, or seem like a fool, she hasn't said anything to anyone.  The Professor could probably help.  At least, he might be able to ease her mind enough for her to get more than a couple hours worth of sleep.  But she didn't want to bother him with it.  Tonight she would just sit in her room and look out the window and wonder what was going on in the world to make her feel like this.

Down the hall, Ororo Monroe was a in her bed tossing and turning, images flashing through her mind.  Images of destruction and disaster.  The more vivid they became the more violent her tossing.  Finally she set up, awake and eyes widened.  She looked over at the alarm clock on her nightstand.  It was only one in the morning.  What kept doing this to her?  Why night after night?  Her powers even seemed to be becoming effected.  The afternoon before, she accidentally caused lighting to strike during a training session.  Fortunately no one was hurt, but it came close to hitting Scott.  If stuff continued to happen, she would be forced to tell someone.  Why she hadn't already, she wasn't sure.

A couple of rooms down someone else was having a similar experience.  Star was also tossing and turning.  Nothing new for her, but the reason was.  She was having more than just visions; she felt suffering.  She shot up, unable to breath.  Another asthma attack.  Third one this week.  A bit panicked and with unintentionally meaning to, she telekinetically opened the window, curtains still down.  The glass shattered and fell to the floor.  "Shit!"  She got out of bed to clean up the mess.  The wind was blowing the curtains and her long dark hair around.  Within a few minutes the glass was in the trash and the window covered with a trash bag.  She stood back and looked at it.  "Man, that's ghetto!"  Disgusted she walked away.

Ororo dabbed herself dry, after washing her face, and looked in the mirror.  Physically she felt fine, with the exception of being tired.  But there was something wrong.  Something seriously wrong.  What the hell could it be?!   She sighed and decided to get something to drink.  She slipped on her robe and made her way to the kitchen.  When she got there Star was making hot tea.

"Wanna cup?"

"Please," Ororo said taking a seat at the table.  "Late night?"

"More like early morning."  She handed the other girl the drink.  "Another nightmare?"

"How did you—  dumb question," she had forgot about Star being a telepathic empath.

"I've been having them too."

"Anyone else?"

"Well I haven't really had nightmares, but I have had this odd feeling all week." Rahne said as she walked in and joined them.  "I haven't really slept, but come to think of it when I do…"  The girl stopped talking to think about it.

"From what I can tell what ever it is, is only effect the three of us…at the moment anyways."

"Is there a tie?  Like what the dreams are about and why it's only us?" Rahne asked as she made herself a cup of tea.

Star had been thinking about that.  And still was.

"Most of mine have had something to do with weather,"

"That has to be it.  I mean what else could it be?"

Ororo and Rahne looked over at the girl.

"Think about it.  Storm, you're a weather witch.  Rahne, a werewolf with the same sixth sense that other animals have.  Ya know the one that let them know when bad weather's coming.   And I…am not sure where I fit in this puzzle,"

 "You're an Enchantress," Rahne said.  "You have some connections with nature,"

Star could've slapped herself for not thinking of that.  "I need more caffeine," she got up and traded her empty mug for a cold can of pop.

"So you think that some bad ass weathers going to hit?"

"I don't know," Star shrugged.  "If the dreams are foresight then we're takin' about more than just a bad thunderstorm or blizzard,"

"What do we do?"

"It's the three of us for a reason, besides what we already know,"

"So we don't tell the Professor?  We try and figure it out on our own?"

"We might should," Rahne leaned over the table to reach the sugar.  "If we're meant to stop it, just us, than the less people that know the better,"

Ororo didn't say anything in reply to the answers Rahne gave her.  She just took a drink.

"Stop that!" Star slapped her on the arm.  "I have enough of my own bad thoughts I don't need yours!  Besides it's not your fault,"

"Storm, you shouldn't even think that way!"

"But my powers--"

"Are not causing it,"

Even with the two girls reinsurance Ororo still wasn't completely convinced.  If it had been her…if she was causing this….

"Stop it already!"

"So we don't tell?"

They all looked at each other.

"Not yet."  They were all in agreement.

"It's almost three in the morning.   We have a training session at seven," Ororo said looking at the clock.

"Well, that gives me time to take a four hour long shower,"

"I think I'll lay down for a bit.  I'm not going to get any sleep, but…" Rahne shrugged, than dropped her arms to her sides.

"I guess I'll catch up on some reading."

"I swear if I don't get any more sleep soon, someone's not going to survive."

"Ten bucks says Jean!"

"You're on! I say Amara,"

The three went on to their own rooms, seemingly eased. But they all had lingering thoughts of what was to come.  Deep down they each know it wasn't going to easy and that something bad was defiantly going to take place.

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A/N:  So, what'd ya think?  Please review.