Praise The Goddess
English
is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to Marvel , 20 Century
Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I
make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the
author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without
permission of the author.
Timeline: Set a little after the movie
Universe: Set in the movie universe. Only the movie NOT the book that goes with
it!
Romance: Scott/Jean, Scott/Ororo, Jean/ Logan, Angel/ Psylocke
Summary: Ororo finds Scott and helps him cope
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is nadjalee2000@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Series: Part three in the "Everything Changes" series
Thanks to Cristina for the Beta. You're the best.
Part 1:
It had been two months since Scott had left Los Angeles with Remy. Since then
he had tried countless doctors and used almost all his money in search of
someone who could help Remy but to no use. He just won't wake up. Scott had
heard rumours of a psychic woman in Manhattan with the power of healing who had
healed the rich playboy Warren III. It was probably nothing but by now Scott
was desperate enough to try anything. Even if it meant going back to what he
had left behind. He had found an alright hotel some 100 miles outside Manhattan
where he had stopped with Remy. Now with Remy safely in his room upstairs in
one of the two beds, he sat in the bar. He was still amazed that Remy's body
did not die but it didn't. It was as if he only slept. If only he would wake
up. Gods, it was all his fault. As always when he had just a few minutes to
himself the awful moment where he had wounded Remy came back to him and he
relived one of the worst moments in his life; the moment where he knew that he
may had permanently comatosed a young man who was as a brother to him. First
now did he fully understand the agony that Rogue had to live with, always
afraid of even the slightest touch of fear she would permanently cripple
someone who came too close. Well, it seemed Rogue was not the only one with
powers which always ended up hurting the once they cared
for.
"What shall it be, handsome?" The young female bartender asked him with a
wink.
" Bourbon, straight" Scott answered.
Once, it seemed a lifetime ago he had rarely touched alcohol, now it was all that helped him through the night to live yet another lifeless day. As the days ran past he needed more and more alcohol to silence the ever-present voice that kept whispering 'It is your fault. You did this to him.'
After five glasses it was beginning to quiet down,
after ten he was getting there and long into the night he felt neither remorse
nor much of anything else. He was feeling sleepy and his eyes were in his drink
when a shadow fell over him and a faintly familiar voice said;
" Scott! Scott. It is you!"
Part 2:
Scott slowly turned his head and looked down and up at the owner of the voice.
Long nice brown legs, a white T-shirt and white hair: Ororo.
" Oroooooooooro," Scott said drunkenly and tried to reach out to her but almost
fell down from the chair, which he found very funny.
" Scott. What in the name of the Goddess have you been doing to yourself?" She
asked dismayed and looked at his crumpled clothes and hair and the several
weeks old stubble of beard on his cheeks. He looked several years older than
last she had seen him even though it had only been little over 10
months.
" Why, Bright Lady, I have been working and then I killed my best friend," he said drunkenly and smiled stupidly at her.
Then pain returned to his eyes and he took a big
swallow of his drink before he fell down on the floor.
" Oh, Scott," Ororo said softly and tried to pull him
up.
" Here, let me help you," the bartender said and together they got Scott to his room and on the free bed.
" If I were you I would take better care of my man," the other woman said and disappeared.
" He is not my man," Ororo whispered into the silence and she almost felt her own words mocking her.
Part 3:
" Ugh, my head," Scott moaned and took his hands to his thumping
head.
" Here."
Ororo handed him two pills and a glass of water.
" Thanks," he said and swallowed the pills. Then he looked more closely at
Ororo.
" What are you doing here?" He asked her and carefully sat up in bed.
He still wore the same clothes as the day before and
tiptoeing he went into the bathroom. Ororo stayed out of sight on the other
side of the door.
" I wanted to find you."
" And now you have so you can leave again," Scott said harshly.
" Very well. If that's what you want."
Scott could hear the hurt in her voice and quickly grabbed
her by the arm before she got out.
" No, wait. I ….I didn't mean it like that. It is just…." He ran a hand through
his hair.
" It has been some hard months," he said softly. Ororo laid a comforting hand
on his cheek.
" I know."
Scott opened his eyes wide beneath the glasses and
looked shocked at her.
" How did you know?"
" The professor was worried for you. He just picked up some confused and hurt
feelings and he guided me here," Ororo explained. She lowed her eyes, a little
shy because she feared he would see her coming as intruding in his privacy and
her cheeks reddened. Scott was only wearing a small white towel around his
waist and nothing else.
" Oh…. I will let you get dressed," she got out, blushing. Scott smiled faintly at her. She was a very beautiful woman and blushing became her.
Part 4:
" ….so we came here," Scott ended his tell of his life these past months. He
and Ororo sat on Remy's bedside and Ororo stroked the boy in a calming manner
over the forehead.
"How does his illness work?" Ororo asked concerned.
"It's like he's sleeping. He doesn't need food or water. The doctor said it was like his body was in static, no change in it of any kind," Scott explained, his voice sad.
"He's a mutant?" Ororo guessed.
"He hasn't told me but yes I'm sure he is. That must
be why he reacts like this to….." he couldn't bring himself to say it. Couldn't
say 'he reacts like this to the wound I gave him'.
" It wasn't your fault, Scott. You tried to save him. You had no other choice,"
she said gently, her eyes catching his.
" I know," he answered softly but she could see that months alone with his
thoughts and guilt had convinced him otherwise. "Thanks, Ororo."
" You're welcome, my friend. You know that."
Ororo looked at Remy again.
" Come, let's get him to that doctor you have heard off."
Part 5:
" Look, I don't know what you are talking about and I don't even know who let
you in," Warren said from behind his deck where he sat and looked at Scott and
Ororo. Warren was a nice handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes,
which at the moment was staring with irritation at his two uninvited visitors.
" But I have heard of this psychic woman who saved you," Scott insisted.
" You have read too many magazines. Mutants are not real. Now remove yourselves
from this office."
" Now look here, mister. I didn't drive half way across the country for…" Scott
began angrily but a gesture from Ororo stopped him.
" We have a very sick child with us. Please help us," she said and Scott could
see Warren battling against himself and a part of him understood. To admit to
being a mutant was dangerous in this time and age.
" I am sorry. Truly I am but I can't help you," Warren said sadly.
" You may not have to tell Ororo where this woman is but you WILL tell Storm, Mistress
of the Elements," Ororo said and with a thought a great wind appeared inside
Warren's office.
" What the…" Warren began as the wind made paper and pictures fall to the
ground. The wind began to tear at his clothes and before Ororo and Scott's eyes
they saw wings unfold from behind the man's back. Just like an Angel.
" What is going on here?" A woman's voice demanded to know and Ororo's wind
settled down.
" Angel, are you alright?" She asked concerned and ran to him, taking up a protective position in front of Warren.
" Who are you? What do you want?" The beautiful
woman, Chinese with an English accent, demanded of them.
" We mean you no harm. We came looking for the psychic woman with healing
powers who is rumoured to have saved your…. friend here," Scott nodded towards
Warren who she still stood protectively in front of.
"You have found her. I am Betsy, called Psylocke. Now what do you want of me
and my husband?"
Part 6:
" I can't promise this will work," Betsy warned as she looked down at Remy who
lay on Warren's desk which had been cleared for the purpose.
" You are my last hope," Scott said desperately.
" Gee, thanks. Just what I needed to hear. It did my nerves a world of
good," she complained. Angel came to her and took her hand in his and gave it a
comforting squeeze.
" Here goes," Betsy mumbled and lay her left hand on
Remy's forehead while still holding on to Angel's with her right one. For
a moment is seemed as if nothing happened. Then Scott felt and saw the
power in Betsy going through her and into Remy. With a small cry the power left
her and she fell unconscious to the floor.
" Betsy," Warren cried and gathered her safely in his arms.
" Is she ok?" Scott asked.
" She will be. She is just exhausted," Warren answered softly and looked at his
wife with love in his eyes. A moan made Scott look towards Remy. He was moving.
He was coming around. Remy blinked and sat up.
" Scott? Est-ce que c'est vous?[1]" he asked disorientated, still groggy and
looked at him.
" Yes. You're alive!" Scott said happily and gathered him in his arms.
" Hey, I need to breathe," Remy complained with a smile.
" Sorry," Scott said sheepishly.
" `S ok."
" Remy, your hand. It's glowing," Ororo said shocked.
" Hmm?" Remy said and looked down at his hand with which he held onto the desk.
" Oh, no." Remy quickly jumped down from the table.
" Down, everyone," Scott yelled and pulled Remy and Ororo behind a big chair
where he laid himself protectively over them. Soon a blow sounded and when
Scott looked at the table again there was nothing but firewood left of it.
" Did I forget to mention that I'm a mutant, mes amis[2]?" Remy asked Scott
sheepishly.
Part 7:
" Thanks for all your help. If there is anything at all I can do…" Scott said
as he, Ororo and Remy bid Warren and Betsy farewell the next day much to Remy's
dismay as they had been staying as guests in Warren's rich home.
" I know," Betsy cut him off. With a last grateful look on the happy couple
Scott got into the car where Remy and Ororo already waited for him and drove
away.
" I have a feeling we are going to see a lot more to those two," Ororo said as
she waved at them.
" I hope so," Scott answered " They are…" He stopped himself.
" Good for the cause? I thought you said you have lost your faith. Don't tell
me you are getting it back?"
Scott half smiled at her.
" Not just yet but I'm getting there."
Ororo looked sympathetically at him.
" I know it will be hard for you to see Jean and Logan again but it had to
happen sooner or later. You can't run forever."
She looked at Remy who had fallen asleep on the back seat. " Besides, Remy needs guidance with his mutant powers and the best place to do that is with Xavier."
Scott nodded. That was true but still... How could he face Jean again? How could he face any of them after the way he had just taken off? He should have stayed, he knew that now.
" You needed your space. Now is the time to go back and bury your ghosts," Ororo said softly, guessing his thoughts.
Scott smiled nervously at her.
" I will be with you all the way. You can do it. I
know you can as long as you keep remembering that you aren't just the leader of
the X-men but also a man," Ororo said softly and laid her hand over his. Now
his smile was real for the first time in many months.
" I don't know what the future will bring but we will face it together," he
stated determined and with his eyes he gathered Remy in his statement.
" That we will. That we will," Ororo said softly. They were going home. Finally,
the future seemed bright. For a Cajun, a Goddess and a Leader there just may be
a hope for a future. Together.
End part 3. Continues in "A New Beginning"
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Translations from French:
[1] French for " Is that you?"
[2] French for "My friends"
