Ororo's Deathbed
Disclaimer: I don't own Storm or any of the other X-Men. This is purely a non-profit story used to express the admiration a fan and his try at creativity. This is my first fan fiction in a long time, so we'll see how it turns out. There's a hint of romance, a bit of action, and a different type of story.
"Storm, are you sure you can take on this responsibility? Lately you have seemed a bit weary and physically ill," Professor Charles Xavier asked Storm with concerned blue eyes. This crippled professor was now the home chief commander of the greatest fighter for mutants and the peaceful coexistence between both homosapiens and homosuperiors.
"Yes, I can do this. Thank you for your concern Charles, but my duties call me to lead the team. While Scott is on his leave of absence from the team I must take control. Who else would be readily equipped? Trust me," Ororo said with brown eyes just as focused on Xavier as his were on her. Her caramel brown skin was not at all its normal color; it seemed a bit red but her heat did not give any clue of illness. Perhaps it was her mutant abilities, which not only included control of the weather, but also immunity to extreme heat and cold.
"Ororo, I am well aware that you are capable of leading the team to victory, but I am not so confident in your judgment. You should be getting rest," Xavier said as he came from behind his oak desk in his electrically controlled wheelchair. "But I know I will not be able to deter you from your convictions as the field commander of the X-Men, so I will grant you what you ask for. Just be careful and don't over exhaust yourself."
Storm stands in response to the Professor's comments and her white hair flings up behind her in one, long ponytail. "Thank you, Charles. You will be pleased with the team's success on the field. When shall you be calling the team to the war room?"
"I'll give you five minutes to prepare yourself," he answers, still with concerned eyes looking to Storm who is towering above him now while she stands.
She leaves the office with a nod and closes the door behind her. She walks towards the elevator in a quick stride, bypassing many people without saying a word. The Institute was extremely large but was becoming quite crowded with all the new recruits and successes of Xavier. She still kept her integrity and mother-like qualities and watched over the younger mutants, but stayed with the core group most of the time.
Now in her upper twenties, she began to think more and more about her future. She was also sure that Xavier was looking around her mind once she began to doubt her role in the X-Men and if it was her destiny to remain with them. But now she excused herself from those thoughts as she prepared to lead the X-Men into yet another battle. Stepping into the empty elevator she pushed the button to the 2nd floor, not feeling the ambition to take the staircase. Not realizing how severe it was, Ororo let out a strong sneeze followed by a whim of coughs, spewing mucus onto her hands. She looked down to it with disgust against her formerly clean display of beauty and pulls a prepared tissue from her jean-skirt pocket and wiped away the disgusting nose product.
Making her way quickly to her bedroom, she releases her tight tank top shirt before noticing that Gambit was laying on her bed reading a series of Storm's personal diary entries. "Remy!" she yells to the red-eyed Cajun as he looks up to her with that familiar smirk on his face. Out of instinct a gust of wind blows him off her bed with a lamp, pillows, and a coffee table.
Gambit lands with a thud, then slowly pokes his head above the mattress. "You act like Remy never been in yo'r bed befo', chere," he jokes with Storm. Her shirt is now covering her upper body as she watches him with anger in her white eyes. "De Cajun just jokin', beau."
"Gambit, you have never been invited in my room! Why are you here?" Storm fumes as a feel of static begins to fill the room.
The smirk leaves his face as he stands and walks towards Storm, "I'm worried about you, Stormy. De deif know when you sick. And de way it look, you leave de X-Men like Scott too?"
"Gambit, get out! You have no business here and in my personal writings! Get out!" Storm yells, never having to show such anger at her own teammate before.
"I sorry, Stormy," he says as he kisses her upon her forehead. As before, her body temperature does not match the way her skin is turning red under the caramel color and the constant coughing and sneezing. This was the first time Storm had ever felt the lips of Gambit on her, and she was almost willing to kiss him back. Feeling a steamy hint of intimacy, she looked into his red eyes and slowly her face etched towards his.
Storm, Wolverine, Jean, Gambit, Rogue, and Beast report to the war room and prepare to suit up Xavier says over the intercom with urgency in his voice. This was the only thing that took Storm's mind off of the sensual taste, the luring red eyes, and romantic charm of Gambit as she dodged his lips and walked around him, now facing his back and the door.
"Please leave, Gambit. I must prepare myself," she says as he walks out and closes the door behind him with no words to say.
She sits at the vanity in her private bathroom and applies lip-gloss to her lips and redoes her ponytail. She notices the gray look in her eyes, while she is not in use of her abilities. Perhaps Xavier was right about her being sick. She remembered only getting this color in her eyes when she was experience the flu or a cold such as that. Nothing major should happen and the possibilities of disturbing her on the battlefield were extremely minimal. She completed her glamour with putting on her first, original X- Men costume. Many of the core group of X-Men were throwing away the new attire style and using their originals to stay intact. These new changes and new recruits came in like a flash flood, and the family feeling was escaping the team quickly.
Storm completes her preparation as she leaves the room with a locked door behind her and a run towards the elevator as she saw the doors closing. Reaching the elevator doors, finally, the passengers were already down to the first floor. "Ororo, need a ride to the sub-basement?" Kitty Pryde says as she comes behind Storm with happy blue eyes.
"Thank you, Kitty," Ororo says as she places her hands on Kitty's shoulders and the two phase through the floors in the speed of the elevator and slowly phase in on the sub-basement level.
"Anytime," Kitty says with a smile and Storm gives her a warm hug before making her way towards the war room. By the time she reached the war room, Jean and Beast were already there and suited up. Only seconds behind her follow Gambit, Rogue, and Wolverine.
Xavier looks to everyone as all are seated around the circular table, "Storm will be first in command, followed by Jean in second command. Obviously, the sentinel conspirators are having a problem understanding that creating Sentinels is now illegal and in alliance with the Friends of Humanity they are planning on attacking a shelter for mutants. I need you to get there as quickly as possible and prevent them from ever harming anyone inside. There are helpless mutants inside who could die from this hatred."
"Team, report to the Blackbird immediately," Ororo commands as the team exits quickly and she looks to Xavier, "I shall be fine." Storm joins the team and takes the pilot seat with Beast at her side as the co-pilot. Although small, the team was more than capable of handling the sentinels and a bunch of close-minded men. Almost immediately the team is in the air and moments later are landed in a clearing only a few yards away from the shelter.
As usual, Gambit joked the entire way there, Wolverine grunted in annoyance, Rogue threatened Gambit's existence, Jean kept her mind open for messages from Xavier, and Beast made observation remarks of the group. But unusually, Storm did not join in any conversation. She instead flew by the side of Rogue with white eyes and thoughts on her future once more.
And to add more unusual history to the situation, a heavy sneeze blew from Storm's knows which was accompanied by a roll of thunder and Storm doing a front-flip in the air and nearly tumbling into the ground if not caught by Beast. "Ororo, you seem a bit ill. Are you sure you can handle this?"
"Yes, I am positive in my capabilities. Thank you for your concern Hank," Storm answers as she takes flight once more. After those events the team remains quiet until they reach the shelter.
Once they reach the entrance, "I shall remain aloft in the clouds with Rogue. Jean and Hank shall find a hiding place in a nearby tree. Gambit and Wolverine, you two may find hiding in the shrubbery around the building. We do not want to arouse suspicion before they arrive. Remember, this is an ambush," Ororo commands before taking flight and laying on the rifts of the air above the heavy, white clouds.
"Storm, now ya know ah been fightin' along ya side for a long time. Ah don't doubt yah abilities tah handle this, but ah don't think ya should be out here, sugah. Ah never seen ya so sick where ya can't even control yah powers right," Rogue says as they wait in the air for the first sign of threat to the shelter.
"With Scott gone, it is my responsibility to lead the team. I cannot sacrifice my responsibilities and discard them, easily. The team is depending on me while Scott is on his leave of absence," Storm says with confidence.
"Yeah, of course we're countin' on ya. Countin' on ya to be in good health," Rogue follows-up.
"Now is no longer the time to discuss this," Storm says as she points to the approaching black objects coming from the direction of the sun. She tapped the communicator, which was now on her waist, X-Men, the sentinels are no arriving from the West and there is a swarm of motorbikes coming from the East. We must not let them near the shelter for a battle anywhere near would also be devastating. Take them down now and drive them toward the clearing.
Storm, Rogue, and Gambit direct themselves in the direction of the sentinels, as the metal monstrosities began to lose altitude. A bolt of lightning is the first attack of many before a number of cards are flung in the air at the sentinels. Rogue rams her armor-covered body into a Sentinel as its peaces fall onto the traffic below and people below point upwards at the lightshow that the lightning was now creating.
"Follow the bait," Rogue says in her southern tune as the sentinel's identify the three as mutants and follow them towards the clearing.
Meanwhile, Jean has taking the bolts out of the motorcycles and the wheels on every bike has fallen apart. Now, merely dealing with the threat of high energy weapons, the F.O.H. members have also been drawn into the clearing as well.
Storm remains aloft in the air through most of the battle as lightning surrounds her body and sentinels malfunction and fall from the sky in a repeated frenzy. In a moment of pause she lets out a heavy sneeze, which again is accompanied by a loud thunder, but this time her body is sent flinging through the air like a rag doll and into a large oak tree.
"STORM!" Wolverine yells with worried blue eyes as his science-generated claws slice through a rifle and he runs towards the tree where Storm has crash-landed.
Storm shakes her head after her short lacuna, and regains composure as she notices Wolverine running towards him. "I am fine, Logan," she says with white eyes. Just then her eyes widen as a gust of wind knocks Wolverine to the ground and a bullet just misses the blue-haired runt.
Wolverine gets back with a growl as he runs towards his would-be assailant with lashing claws. Storm once again takes flight towards the sentinels as they prepare their energy weapons to fire at an unsuspecting Beast. But her plants are not followed due to a series of coughs, hives on her skin, and another sneeze, which is muffled by a thunder and a tornado that hangs in the air but never touches the ground. The Windrider is sent falling out of the sky, once more, but this time more devastating than before. Her eyes are closed and her ponytail is loosened and her hair is now lashing out in every direction. Landing in a pile of thorn-covered shrubbery her body begins to shiver and a series of hives began to cover her caramel skin.
"Stormy!" Gambit yells as he runs towards her in fear of the worse. Wolverine follows just as quickly while the other X-men are left to deal with the over-powering menace of the sentinels. "Ororo!"
To be continued.
Disclaimer: I don't own Storm or any of the other X-Men. This is purely a non-profit story used to express the admiration a fan and his try at creativity. This is my first fan fiction in a long time, so we'll see how it turns out. There's a hint of romance, a bit of action, and a different type of story.
"Storm, are you sure you can take on this responsibility? Lately you have seemed a bit weary and physically ill," Professor Charles Xavier asked Storm with concerned blue eyes. This crippled professor was now the home chief commander of the greatest fighter for mutants and the peaceful coexistence between both homosapiens and homosuperiors.
"Yes, I can do this. Thank you for your concern Charles, but my duties call me to lead the team. While Scott is on his leave of absence from the team I must take control. Who else would be readily equipped? Trust me," Ororo said with brown eyes just as focused on Xavier as his were on her. Her caramel brown skin was not at all its normal color; it seemed a bit red but her heat did not give any clue of illness. Perhaps it was her mutant abilities, which not only included control of the weather, but also immunity to extreme heat and cold.
"Ororo, I am well aware that you are capable of leading the team to victory, but I am not so confident in your judgment. You should be getting rest," Xavier said as he came from behind his oak desk in his electrically controlled wheelchair. "But I know I will not be able to deter you from your convictions as the field commander of the X-Men, so I will grant you what you ask for. Just be careful and don't over exhaust yourself."
Storm stands in response to the Professor's comments and her white hair flings up behind her in one, long ponytail. "Thank you, Charles. You will be pleased with the team's success on the field. When shall you be calling the team to the war room?"
"I'll give you five minutes to prepare yourself," he answers, still with concerned eyes looking to Storm who is towering above him now while she stands.
She leaves the office with a nod and closes the door behind her. She walks towards the elevator in a quick stride, bypassing many people without saying a word. The Institute was extremely large but was becoming quite crowded with all the new recruits and successes of Xavier. She still kept her integrity and mother-like qualities and watched over the younger mutants, but stayed with the core group most of the time.
Now in her upper twenties, she began to think more and more about her future. She was also sure that Xavier was looking around her mind once she began to doubt her role in the X-Men and if it was her destiny to remain with them. But now she excused herself from those thoughts as she prepared to lead the X-Men into yet another battle. Stepping into the empty elevator she pushed the button to the 2nd floor, not feeling the ambition to take the staircase. Not realizing how severe it was, Ororo let out a strong sneeze followed by a whim of coughs, spewing mucus onto her hands. She looked down to it with disgust against her formerly clean display of beauty and pulls a prepared tissue from her jean-skirt pocket and wiped away the disgusting nose product.
Making her way quickly to her bedroom, she releases her tight tank top shirt before noticing that Gambit was laying on her bed reading a series of Storm's personal diary entries. "Remy!" she yells to the red-eyed Cajun as he looks up to her with that familiar smirk on his face. Out of instinct a gust of wind blows him off her bed with a lamp, pillows, and a coffee table.
Gambit lands with a thud, then slowly pokes his head above the mattress. "You act like Remy never been in yo'r bed befo', chere," he jokes with Storm. Her shirt is now covering her upper body as she watches him with anger in her white eyes. "De Cajun just jokin', beau."
"Gambit, you have never been invited in my room! Why are you here?" Storm fumes as a feel of static begins to fill the room.
The smirk leaves his face as he stands and walks towards Storm, "I'm worried about you, Stormy. De deif know when you sick. And de way it look, you leave de X-Men like Scott too?"
"Gambit, get out! You have no business here and in my personal writings! Get out!" Storm yells, never having to show such anger at her own teammate before.
"I sorry, Stormy," he says as he kisses her upon her forehead. As before, her body temperature does not match the way her skin is turning red under the caramel color and the constant coughing and sneezing. This was the first time Storm had ever felt the lips of Gambit on her, and she was almost willing to kiss him back. Feeling a steamy hint of intimacy, she looked into his red eyes and slowly her face etched towards his.
Storm, Wolverine, Jean, Gambit, Rogue, and Beast report to the war room and prepare to suit up Xavier says over the intercom with urgency in his voice. This was the only thing that took Storm's mind off of the sensual taste, the luring red eyes, and romantic charm of Gambit as she dodged his lips and walked around him, now facing his back and the door.
"Please leave, Gambit. I must prepare myself," she says as he walks out and closes the door behind him with no words to say.
She sits at the vanity in her private bathroom and applies lip-gloss to her lips and redoes her ponytail. She notices the gray look in her eyes, while she is not in use of her abilities. Perhaps Xavier was right about her being sick. She remembered only getting this color in her eyes when she was experience the flu or a cold such as that. Nothing major should happen and the possibilities of disturbing her on the battlefield were extremely minimal. She completed her glamour with putting on her first, original X- Men costume. Many of the core group of X-Men were throwing away the new attire style and using their originals to stay intact. These new changes and new recruits came in like a flash flood, and the family feeling was escaping the team quickly.
Storm completes her preparation as she leaves the room with a locked door behind her and a run towards the elevator as she saw the doors closing. Reaching the elevator doors, finally, the passengers were already down to the first floor. "Ororo, need a ride to the sub-basement?" Kitty Pryde says as she comes behind Storm with happy blue eyes.
"Thank you, Kitty," Ororo says as she places her hands on Kitty's shoulders and the two phase through the floors in the speed of the elevator and slowly phase in on the sub-basement level.
"Anytime," Kitty says with a smile and Storm gives her a warm hug before making her way towards the war room. By the time she reached the war room, Jean and Beast were already there and suited up. Only seconds behind her follow Gambit, Rogue, and Wolverine.
Xavier looks to everyone as all are seated around the circular table, "Storm will be first in command, followed by Jean in second command. Obviously, the sentinel conspirators are having a problem understanding that creating Sentinels is now illegal and in alliance with the Friends of Humanity they are planning on attacking a shelter for mutants. I need you to get there as quickly as possible and prevent them from ever harming anyone inside. There are helpless mutants inside who could die from this hatred."
"Team, report to the Blackbird immediately," Ororo commands as the team exits quickly and she looks to Xavier, "I shall be fine." Storm joins the team and takes the pilot seat with Beast at her side as the co-pilot. Although small, the team was more than capable of handling the sentinels and a bunch of close-minded men. Almost immediately the team is in the air and moments later are landed in a clearing only a few yards away from the shelter.
As usual, Gambit joked the entire way there, Wolverine grunted in annoyance, Rogue threatened Gambit's existence, Jean kept her mind open for messages from Xavier, and Beast made observation remarks of the group. But unusually, Storm did not join in any conversation. She instead flew by the side of Rogue with white eyes and thoughts on her future once more.
And to add more unusual history to the situation, a heavy sneeze blew from Storm's knows which was accompanied by a roll of thunder and Storm doing a front-flip in the air and nearly tumbling into the ground if not caught by Beast. "Ororo, you seem a bit ill. Are you sure you can handle this?"
"Yes, I am positive in my capabilities. Thank you for your concern Hank," Storm answers as she takes flight once more. After those events the team remains quiet until they reach the shelter.
Once they reach the entrance, "I shall remain aloft in the clouds with Rogue. Jean and Hank shall find a hiding place in a nearby tree. Gambit and Wolverine, you two may find hiding in the shrubbery around the building. We do not want to arouse suspicion before they arrive. Remember, this is an ambush," Ororo commands before taking flight and laying on the rifts of the air above the heavy, white clouds.
"Storm, now ya know ah been fightin' along ya side for a long time. Ah don't doubt yah abilities tah handle this, but ah don't think ya should be out here, sugah. Ah never seen ya so sick where ya can't even control yah powers right," Rogue says as they wait in the air for the first sign of threat to the shelter.
"With Scott gone, it is my responsibility to lead the team. I cannot sacrifice my responsibilities and discard them, easily. The team is depending on me while Scott is on his leave of absence," Storm says with confidence.
"Yeah, of course we're countin' on ya. Countin' on ya to be in good health," Rogue follows-up.
"Now is no longer the time to discuss this," Storm says as she points to the approaching black objects coming from the direction of the sun. She tapped the communicator, which was now on her waist, X-Men, the sentinels are no arriving from the West and there is a swarm of motorbikes coming from the East. We must not let them near the shelter for a battle anywhere near would also be devastating. Take them down now and drive them toward the clearing.
Storm, Rogue, and Gambit direct themselves in the direction of the sentinels, as the metal monstrosities began to lose altitude. A bolt of lightning is the first attack of many before a number of cards are flung in the air at the sentinels. Rogue rams her armor-covered body into a Sentinel as its peaces fall onto the traffic below and people below point upwards at the lightshow that the lightning was now creating.
"Follow the bait," Rogue says in her southern tune as the sentinel's identify the three as mutants and follow them towards the clearing.
Meanwhile, Jean has taking the bolts out of the motorcycles and the wheels on every bike has fallen apart. Now, merely dealing with the threat of high energy weapons, the F.O.H. members have also been drawn into the clearing as well.
Storm remains aloft in the air through most of the battle as lightning surrounds her body and sentinels malfunction and fall from the sky in a repeated frenzy. In a moment of pause she lets out a heavy sneeze, which again is accompanied by a loud thunder, but this time her body is sent flinging through the air like a rag doll and into a large oak tree.
"STORM!" Wolverine yells with worried blue eyes as his science-generated claws slice through a rifle and he runs towards the tree where Storm has crash-landed.
Storm shakes her head after her short lacuna, and regains composure as she notices Wolverine running towards him. "I am fine, Logan," she says with white eyes. Just then her eyes widen as a gust of wind knocks Wolverine to the ground and a bullet just misses the blue-haired runt.
Wolverine gets back with a growl as he runs towards his would-be assailant with lashing claws. Storm once again takes flight towards the sentinels as they prepare their energy weapons to fire at an unsuspecting Beast. But her plants are not followed due to a series of coughs, hives on her skin, and another sneeze, which is muffled by a thunder and a tornado that hangs in the air but never touches the ground. The Windrider is sent falling out of the sky, once more, but this time more devastating than before. Her eyes are closed and her ponytail is loosened and her hair is now lashing out in every direction. Landing in a pile of thorn-covered shrubbery her body begins to shiver and a series of hives began to cover her caramel skin.
"Stormy!" Gambit yells as he runs towards her in fear of the worse. Wolverine follows just as quickly while the other X-men are left to deal with the over-powering menace of the sentinels. "Ororo!"
To be continued.