Epilogue
A
very sore Scott tracked Storm, flying through the air, on radar. There was
nothing they could do right now. Sipping some coffee while watching a blip fly
across the screen was the most they could manage.
"Look!
Something's wrong, Storm has lost altitude quickly." Psylocke said,
rushing to the screen. Storm's form plummeted, until its altitude was zero.
Beast
ran into the War Room, panting slightly. "Jean and the Professor are
awake. We must find Ororo. They said the area she landed in is in terrible
danger." The whole team ran to the Blackbird. "I've got her
coordinates in the computer! Let's go!" Scott said as Psylocke powered up
the jet.
Flying
out to a small patch of mountains, they suddenly ran into a maelstrom of
different weather. Hail whipped around the jet, propelled by the winds of a
hurricane. Snow was instantaneously made and melted as it fell into a patch of
hot weather. A tornado and a small flood raged beside each other.
Jean
levitated herself out of the jet, and landed in a small patch of good weather.
Using her TK shield, she walked through the many different weather patterns
until she saw the prone form of Ororo.
She
was lying on her side, her long silver hair, twisted and wet, covering her like
a blanket. A tormented look in her eyes, Jean pushed a mass of silvery hair
aside to reveal Ororo's slightly pale face.
"Ororo?"
No answer.
{Ororo?}
Yet again no answer.
Jean
searched for some sort of mental signal from her longtime friend. There! A
small, surely growing surge of Ororo's mind flooded through. Slowly but surely
the weather came under control.
"Jean?"
Ororo said slowly, trying to sit up.
"No,
Ororo, don't try it. You're going to need medical attention. It's over, and
we're going home." She smiled, and lifted Ororo into the air with her
telekinesis, and landed them both back inside the jet.
"She's
going to be all right... in time."
The End