AN: What a fine day for science! I've been on a roll with this story, but my other ones are leaving me cold…I just can't do Jailbait right now. Grah. Credit goes to Dave Barry for the airplane inspiration.
Snap! A branch was violently ripped off the tree as the winds vividly amplified to form gusts strong enough to remove shingling. On occasion, a small bolt of lightning would arc down and strike the surrounding snow-capped landscape. Unconcerned, Yukio stood, a smirk firmly set on her angular face. However, her friend was not so nonchalant.
"How dare you accuse me of such nonsense! And then stand there smiling! Give me one reason why I should not strike you down where you stand."
Shrugging, Yukio casually walked over to the lit up Windrider, and placed a finger on her chest, wincing a bit as she received a jolt from the built up electricity stored inside Storm. "Because you're acting like a foolish kid that gets angry every time things don't go your way. Something bad happens, it's your fault, you can't handle it, and so you pick up your toys and run home. You're no leader, you're a poser."
"What?" Energy exploded outward, causing Yukio to have to dig her hands into the snow to remain on the mountaintop. "You stand there and call me such things, and then say I am the spoiled child? Retract it now!" With the last word in her statement, a bolt of lightning struck close enough to give Yukio a slight proximity burn.
Yukio looked up, and held Storm's eyes for a tense moment. "Bitch."
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Logan had to wonder how people with IQs less than fifty managed to function. While trapped on the plane to Japan, the person next to him had not shut up, remarking no less than ten times how it was "so interesting that they were both going to Japan." No crap, Sherlock. That would be why they're both on a plane. And, to top it off, the idiot on the aisle was encouraging this behavior, by participating in the random neural firing session. Logan dearly wished to open the window, and throw them both out. Of course, the harder he tried to ignore it, the more of a traitor his brain was by focusing on their riveting conversation.
"And then, I found this great sale."
"Really? You never find peaches that price up North. Now, my son…"
Or maybe he would just jump out of the window himself.
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Ororo's struggle to hold back the tide of destruction was becoming harder and harder by the second. She was visibly shaking and sweating with the effort it took not to obliterate both the girl in front of her and the ground beneath their feet. "Yukio, I give you one last chance. I will end this." Her concentration was slipping, as a wandering bolt struck Storm in the back, the unexpected blow causing her to scream.
"Stop it." Without any sort of airs, Yukio replied as if this were a peaceful dinner conversation.
The pure white orbs widened. "What?"
"Stop it. Stop the light show."
"Oh, all right. I understand." Taking deep breaths, Storm began to quell her temper, bringing the raging weather into check with the action.
"No, I said stop it."
"What do you think I am doing?"
"Stopping yourself. Stop the weather, let yourself remain angry."
Instead of the concentrated anger the storm once had, Ororo's confusion made the patterns erratic. Hail fell next to snow, which was pierced with lightning. "But, they are connected. You know that! My emotions determine the weather!"
"They don't have to. Stop the weather."
Ororo closed her eyes, and began to organize the patterns before beginning the process to have them peter out. Yukio saw that her emotions were settling along with the freshly fallen snow, and yelled once again. "Do you not hear me, you pitiful excuse for a leader?"
Storm's eyes snapped open, but she continued to quell the hail and lightning. Anger was radiating off her, but the weather was no longer reflecting that. As Yukio and Storm's eyes locked, the errant climate calmed, and settled into a gentle snowfall. Ororo's eyes changed to their pure blue, and she collapsed into the white powder. Yukio rushed to her side, and cradled Ororo's head on her lap. "Good job, Windrider. I knew you could do it." Ororo smiled, and drifted off into a well-earned sleep.
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Getting off that plane proved to be a soothing balm for Wolverine. Free of the blather, he stalked over to the curb, and called for a taxi. Storm had been kind enough to provide Yukio's phone number, and a quick reverse lookup brought Logan Yukio's address. After telling the driver where to go, Logan settled back against the seat. His 'Ro had been gone for too long for him to stay still any longer.
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"Mon ami?" Remy knocked on the doorframe. "Wolverine?" When Remy received no answer, he swung open the door to find a note on Logan's dresser. He read it, and shook his head. "Remy hope Wolverine knows what he's doin'."
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AN2: If anyone can permanently keep that damned "Butt Ugly Martians" commercial off my television forever, I will break down and worship you. Oh well, sparks are gonna fly when Ororo, Yukio, and Logan all meet. And it ain't romantic sparks. ;)
Ninamonkey: Yeah, the sparks are gonna be hot. But, isn't lightning hot, anyway? ;)
Rhiannon: I worked hard on that hurricane part, so I'm very glad to hear it. You made my day!
Rhapsody: Thank you for sticking that song in my head! AHHH!!! I'm on the night train… :P
Nikita: Thanks!
Revelation and Scififreak: Yeah, but is he gonna like it when he sees her? ;)