Ororo's Deathbed
Author's Notes: Yes! Questions are answered, but the story is not over. After some thinking, I decided to make the two custom characters a bit more involved in the story as well. It should help me to keep some continuity within the plot. Also, there will be another odd pairing [no slash]... sorry to those who find it disgusting.
...Continued
Wolverine walked outside onto the balcony as his extra-sensory hearing picked up the sound of Jean's whispering voice. When he walked out onto the balcony, he saw a red-haired woman sitting on the railing, contrasted with a background of bright stars and a full moon. "Red?" he said with his gruff voice as he closes the glass door leading from the room to the balcony.
"Yes Logan," she says as he turns around to greet her, "Before you say anything, I want to tell you a few things. I didn't put Iodine into Ororo's body. You know that I love her. The reason I acted to so odd was because Scott left so abruptly. I felt like he didn't love me. And well, Remy, he just came onto me so strong there was nothing I could do. My soul was calling out for someone to hold me, and Remy was the only one to answer. But it's you who I really want."
"Jean, I can't do this. I'm not gonna fool myself into thinkin' I still feel that way about you. It's 'Ro who I need," he answers without even thinking before speaking.
She stepped down from the balcony and her heels made a slight clatter on the balcony ceiling. "Yes, of course," Jean answered with her emerald green eyes that never took sight off of Logan's face. She then suddenly lifted her hands to his face and pulled him with force to her own and kissed him passionately. "Well, bub," she says, mockingly of his familiar word, "I am not going to let you fool yourself. You want me, and you'll realize it once Ororo denies you. Don't you think I've been in her mind? I've looked around and searched for who she wants. She doesn't want you. Why would she? Why should she?"
Logan growled and almost attacked Jean before silencing himself and speaking in a low tone, "Now you listen here Red-"
Jean cut him off when she placed a finger to his lips, "I didn't mean that to put you down. But why would she want you if she can't love you right? I'm the only one..." she says will seductively licking her lips, "...that can love you right."
Logan stood there, unable to respond as his icy blue eyes began to believe the words of Jean. "You'll find me, if you want me," she says as she lifts her body off of the balcony, "After all, you're the hunter."
Logan watched as Jean flew around the corner of the X-Men. He then walked back inside the room, just as Remy and Rogue walked outside of the mansion below the balcony. "Remy, what were you doin' with her?" Rogue yelled in her southern accent as the two began to follow a path that led around the entire mansion in a circle. The path was made of concrete and the boundary was covered with colorful flowers that were brightly lit by the clear skies.
"What do you care, Rogue?" he says with a slight attitude in his voice, "You dump me for Hank, remember?"
"Remy!" Rogue yells at him as they stop walking and face each other on the path, "This has nothing to do with our former relationship. This has to do with you and Ororo, sugah!"
"You t'ink I wanted to be wit' Jean? She controllin' my mind!"
"Then why would she tell on herself, swamp rat?" Rogue yells before calming herself and returning to her point, "When Ororo wakes up and finds out what happened and gets 'hold of the whole picture, she's gonna hit you so hard with a lightnin' bolt-"
Gambit cut her off abruptly, "Listen here Rogue! I told you I didn't want Jean!"
"You know what Remy, you're not hurting me by messin' with Jean. But to try and get back at me while puttin' Ororo's feelins' at risk is terrible!"
"I'm not gonna tell you again!"
"That's right, you're not; 'cause I'm outta here," the Rogue says as her hair snaps behind her with the wind and she takes flight back towards the mansion.
"Oh yeah Rogue?!" Gambit shouts at her, "Just 'cause Hank can't see it, I can tell you not Ms. Innocent!"
"Whateva swamp rat," she says as she continues to fly, a bit faster now.
Gambit slowly began to walk back towards the mansion, red eyes focused on the road below his feet as he thought of the events of the day. Although she had contracted the virus a few weeks ago, it had only been recently, namely the battle against the Friends of Humanity and the Sentinels, which had marked the beginning of Ororo's insanity.
As he walked over the lines that divided each separate block of concrete, he made sure not to step on them. It was a usual game he played with himself while walking on a concrete sidewalk or path, such as this. But soon his attention was drafted towards the sky as he could no longer see the lines and the surroundings had become pitch black except for the lights that shone bright through the un-curtained mansion windows. Looking to the sky he saw everything now covered with heavy, gray clouds.
"Stormy!" he exclaimed to himself as he began to run towards the door that he had exited with Rogue, the one just below Ororo's current balcony. A bolt of lightning blew off the glass doors to the balcony. He ran to the base of the balcony and extended his rod. Supporting his body on the flexible weapon, his body was flung into the air and he landed gently, neatly, and acrobatically onto the balcony. Just as he ran into the room, the sky began to clear and the light to the bedroom flickered on.
"I heard a big crash," Jean said as she lowered her hand from the light switch.
"Yeah sure you did!" Sierra said as she stood from a chair in the corner of the room, "It was your psychic abilities I felt. Good thing I interfered before you made Ms. Munroe kill herself! Stay out of her mind you psychotic witch!"
Ororo gasped for air and Remy ran to her side. "Stormy," he whispered as he grabbed her hand and petted it. She looked to Remy as she lifted her head and her hair was lifted in tangles with it.
"Logan!" she exclaimed when she looked down and noticed smoke flying from Logan's body. "Bright Lady! Logan I did not mean to hurt you!" she said as she apologized to the groaning mutant.
Suddenly Hank and Rogue barged into the room as well and were first drawn to the Logan's body, which was covered by smoke. "I'll take him downstairs," Hank said as he took Logan's body into his arms. "Ororo, Darè will be coming up to give you some antibiotics and herbs soon. Sierra I still want you to stay with Ororo and monitor everything; I'll be coming to see you soon to discuss what happened." He looked to Jean with fierce eyes before taking Logan out of the room.
"Where is Charles?" Ororo said as she let the cover drop off of the blouse she was wearing and moved her back against the head of the bead to support it.
"He's still unconscious, sugah," Rogue says as she sits on the bed, her legs dangling off the side as her gloved hand grabs Ororo's.
"Stormy, are you okay?" Remy answered as he reached out for her other hand once more.
But she had no time to answer as the teenage Sierra confronted Jean, "What did you think you were doing Ms. Grey?!" the Latina yelled. "Ms. Munroe was doing fine until I felt your mental presence in the room. You're the one that gave her the Iodine didn't you? You just better be glad I didn't get a chance to look around in that skull of yours, you-"
"Please, child," Ororo says as she beckons Sierra to her side, "If Jean was in my mind she must have been trying to help. The things that I see in my head could not be the craftsmanship of my loving sister. Jean and I have been through a lot in the past. The encounter with the Dark Phoenix has truly been an example of our sisterly love. As much as Jean loves me, I love her, and I would appreciate it very much if you allowed her the chance of innocence." Ororo then turns her face to Jean, "I trust you, if no one else does." She then smiles as she lifts her folded hands to her face and lets out a series of coughs.
"Thank you for your trust Ororo," Jean says as she walks over and gives Ororo a sisterly hug. "You always have the right words to say for a hurting soul."
Ororo smiles as Jean exits the room and then looks to those who are surrounding her. "Remy, Sierra, will you both excuse me while I speak to Rogue?"
"Sure thing Ms. Munroe," Sierra says as she returns to her seat. Remy bends down and plants a kiss on Ororo's forehead and his lips part slowly from her caramel skin and he walks out of the room without any words.
"Rogue," she says softly to Ororo to keep their conversation within their own ears and to not disturb Sierra as she wrote into a personal diary. "I thank you for allowing Hank to take charge of everything and to pay so much attention to me."
"It's okay Ororo," Rogue says as her green eyes refuse to make contact with Ororo's brown orbs, "Hank is a carin' guy and ah'm glad he's willin' to help you. You know you mah gal Ororo," she says with a smile.
"Rogue, do you think, also, that Jean has tried to poison me?" Ororo questions right after Rogue finishes. She lets out air from her nose and an expression of frustration is expressed on her face.
"Ororo, I have something to admit to you..." Rogue starts, but her words trail off into silence as Darè enters the room.
"Ms. Munroe," he says as he enters with a tin tray in his hands, "Mr. McCoy wanted me to give you some antibiotics and let you drink this herbal tea. Most of it is to get the Iodine outta ya system or whateva." He walked over to the bed and placed the tray down which had five pills and a large glass of water accompanied by a small mug of herbal tea. "Here, take the pills first," he says while handing her the glass of water and watching as she took the pills.
"Darè, could you call Remy in here for me?" Ororo asks.
"Eh yo, Gambit," the African American teen called from inside the room, "Ms. Munroe wunna see you." Darè then walked to the corner where Sierra was sitting and began to flirt.
As Remy entered the room, Rogue left, not wanting Ororo to pursue the conversation she had begun. Remy slowly made his way to Ororo. It seemed almost pathetic as if she were saying her last words to each of her friends. Red eyes looked down to Ororo as she turned to the other side of the bed and experienced another coughing tantrum. When she finally stopped, she took a drink of tea, and Remy felt to guilty to say anything. He felt, for the first time in a very long time, nervous to speak to Ororo. When Ororo finally turned her eyes to him, her eyes were foggy white again. "Remy, is there something wrong? You seem a bit tense."
"Stormy, you plannin' on leavin' de X-Men. Remy dun like that idea," he says softly while seeing the two giggling teens talk to each other from the corner of his eye. He then turns his attention back to Ororo, "But like de Cajun say before, if Stormy leave, so does Gambit."
"Remy, I thank you for your-" she started but her own words were cut off as she began to cough uncontrollably, this time worse than before. Her entire body rattled the bed and she could feel her stomach boiling from her digestive acids. Remy watched this happen like a helpless pawn at the mercy of a queen, bishop, and knight on a chessboard, all of them ready to take this piece out and claim another move of victory against the king.
When the coughing tantrum finally stopped he looked to Ororo and mumbled to her, "You need to get some sleep." He began to approach her for a kiss to the forehead but she turned away.
"Please, Remy, I have a hard enough time trying to figure out whether or not you are the one I am searching for. My heart desires a romantic genius, but one that did not find himself in the bed of Jean Grey," Ororo said with spite.
"What? You were just talkin' about how you trust her. Now you doubt?"
"Remy, that is not the only thing. I am very confused while both you and Logan have chosen to approach me at the same time, and I am very frustrated with the nature of this virus. My mind is in complete torrent in a mental warfare. Sierra knows, and she is helping to protect my mind from whoever is trying to pry inside; if it is Jean, then my doubts would be plausible.
However, I have also noticed that Rogue has gone completely out of her way to protect me and help me in my time of need. She is completely going out of her way to protect me, Remy. I do not understand her actions or whys he feels that she must watch over me so carefully. Could it be, perhaps, that Rogue is the one who is prying into my mind? After all, Xavier has been unconscious for time, and Rogue could have absorbed his abilities. I pray that she did not do this."
"Sleep on it, Stormy," he said, grabbing her cold hand inside his warm, gloved hand and looked down to her as she lay there.
"Remy, I am afraid to sleep," she says as tears finally fall down her face, and for the fourth time in her life, she has cried. She weeps uncontrollably as Remy sits down on the bed and allows her to lay her head on his chest as he wraps his arms around her.
"Lights out!" Rogue yells from outside in the hallway. The time must have been somewhere around 12am as usual. Now all that was heard in the halls weren't muffled voices, but closing doors, running feet, and teenagers kissing each other to sleep before parting.
Rogue continued to walk down the hall as doors continued to close. She made a routine check in both the boys dorm and the girls dorm. She purposely made the adult quarters her last stop. She made her way to Jean's room and turned the unlocked doorknob. She did not see the redhead inside. Instead, she mocked Jean from what she said earlier that day when she left the Medical Lab, 'I'm going to get some rest. I have to be ready to prepare breakfast tomorrow morning.' She made her way to the library quickly as she now flew through the halls. She could now fly because the halls were empty, and she found this a quicker way to travel anyway.
When she finally reached the library, she landed outside the large French doors and took a peak inside. There was Jean, on the computer looking at something. It was at times like these where she would pray to have extra sensory abilities so she could read from afar what Jean was plotting. She slowly made her way inside through a side entrance to the library, hovering just above the floor to avoid making the wooden floors creak. As she slowly made her way to a position where she could easily read the computer screen she saw a documentary about Iodine.
"It was you!" Rogue said, completely losing her temper as she flew down and grabbed Jean's neck, sending the redhead woman flying into a bookcase.
"Rogue! What do you think you're doing?!" Jean yelled as she broke her impact with the bookcase with a telekinetic forcefield and the books and shelves fell around her and onto the floor. "You had your methods and I had mine!"
To Be Continued...
Author's Notes: Yes! Questions are answered, but the story is not over. After some thinking, I decided to make the two custom characters a bit more involved in the story as well. It should help me to keep some continuity within the plot. Also, there will be another odd pairing [no slash]... sorry to those who find it disgusting.
...Continued
Wolverine walked outside onto the balcony as his extra-sensory hearing picked up the sound of Jean's whispering voice. When he walked out onto the balcony, he saw a red-haired woman sitting on the railing, contrasted with a background of bright stars and a full moon. "Red?" he said with his gruff voice as he closes the glass door leading from the room to the balcony.
"Yes Logan," she says as he turns around to greet her, "Before you say anything, I want to tell you a few things. I didn't put Iodine into Ororo's body. You know that I love her. The reason I acted to so odd was because Scott left so abruptly. I felt like he didn't love me. And well, Remy, he just came onto me so strong there was nothing I could do. My soul was calling out for someone to hold me, and Remy was the only one to answer. But it's you who I really want."
"Jean, I can't do this. I'm not gonna fool myself into thinkin' I still feel that way about you. It's 'Ro who I need," he answers without even thinking before speaking.
She stepped down from the balcony and her heels made a slight clatter on the balcony ceiling. "Yes, of course," Jean answered with her emerald green eyes that never took sight off of Logan's face. She then suddenly lifted her hands to his face and pulled him with force to her own and kissed him passionately. "Well, bub," she says, mockingly of his familiar word, "I am not going to let you fool yourself. You want me, and you'll realize it once Ororo denies you. Don't you think I've been in her mind? I've looked around and searched for who she wants. She doesn't want you. Why would she? Why should she?"
Logan growled and almost attacked Jean before silencing himself and speaking in a low tone, "Now you listen here Red-"
Jean cut him off when she placed a finger to his lips, "I didn't mean that to put you down. But why would she want you if she can't love you right? I'm the only one..." she says will seductively licking her lips, "...that can love you right."
Logan stood there, unable to respond as his icy blue eyes began to believe the words of Jean. "You'll find me, if you want me," she says as she lifts her body off of the balcony, "After all, you're the hunter."
Logan watched as Jean flew around the corner of the X-Men. He then walked back inside the room, just as Remy and Rogue walked outside of the mansion below the balcony. "Remy, what were you doin' with her?" Rogue yelled in her southern accent as the two began to follow a path that led around the entire mansion in a circle. The path was made of concrete and the boundary was covered with colorful flowers that were brightly lit by the clear skies.
"What do you care, Rogue?" he says with a slight attitude in his voice, "You dump me for Hank, remember?"
"Remy!" Rogue yells at him as they stop walking and face each other on the path, "This has nothing to do with our former relationship. This has to do with you and Ororo, sugah!"
"You t'ink I wanted to be wit' Jean? She controllin' my mind!"
"Then why would she tell on herself, swamp rat?" Rogue yells before calming herself and returning to her point, "When Ororo wakes up and finds out what happened and gets 'hold of the whole picture, she's gonna hit you so hard with a lightnin' bolt-"
Gambit cut her off abruptly, "Listen here Rogue! I told you I didn't want Jean!"
"You know what Remy, you're not hurting me by messin' with Jean. But to try and get back at me while puttin' Ororo's feelins' at risk is terrible!"
"I'm not gonna tell you again!"
"That's right, you're not; 'cause I'm outta here," the Rogue says as her hair snaps behind her with the wind and she takes flight back towards the mansion.
"Oh yeah Rogue?!" Gambit shouts at her, "Just 'cause Hank can't see it, I can tell you not Ms. Innocent!"
"Whateva swamp rat," she says as she continues to fly, a bit faster now.
Gambit slowly began to walk back towards the mansion, red eyes focused on the road below his feet as he thought of the events of the day. Although she had contracted the virus a few weeks ago, it had only been recently, namely the battle against the Friends of Humanity and the Sentinels, which had marked the beginning of Ororo's insanity.
As he walked over the lines that divided each separate block of concrete, he made sure not to step on them. It was a usual game he played with himself while walking on a concrete sidewalk or path, such as this. But soon his attention was drafted towards the sky as he could no longer see the lines and the surroundings had become pitch black except for the lights that shone bright through the un-curtained mansion windows. Looking to the sky he saw everything now covered with heavy, gray clouds.
"Stormy!" he exclaimed to himself as he began to run towards the door that he had exited with Rogue, the one just below Ororo's current balcony. A bolt of lightning blew off the glass doors to the balcony. He ran to the base of the balcony and extended his rod. Supporting his body on the flexible weapon, his body was flung into the air and he landed gently, neatly, and acrobatically onto the balcony. Just as he ran into the room, the sky began to clear and the light to the bedroom flickered on.
"I heard a big crash," Jean said as she lowered her hand from the light switch.
"Yeah sure you did!" Sierra said as she stood from a chair in the corner of the room, "It was your psychic abilities I felt. Good thing I interfered before you made Ms. Munroe kill herself! Stay out of her mind you psychotic witch!"
Ororo gasped for air and Remy ran to her side. "Stormy," he whispered as he grabbed her hand and petted it. She looked to Remy as she lifted her head and her hair was lifted in tangles with it.
"Logan!" she exclaimed when she looked down and noticed smoke flying from Logan's body. "Bright Lady! Logan I did not mean to hurt you!" she said as she apologized to the groaning mutant.
Suddenly Hank and Rogue barged into the room as well and were first drawn to the Logan's body, which was covered by smoke. "I'll take him downstairs," Hank said as he took Logan's body into his arms. "Ororo, Darè will be coming up to give you some antibiotics and herbs soon. Sierra I still want you to stay with Ororo and monitor everything; I'll be coming to see you soon to discuss what happened." He looked to Jean with fierce eyes before taking Logan out of the room.
"Where is Charles?" Ororo said as she let the cover drop off of the blouse she was wearing and moved her back against the head of the bead to support it.
"He's still unconscious, sugah," Rogue says as she sits on the bed, her legs dangling off the side as her gloved hand grabs Ororo's.
"Stormy, are you okay?" Remy answered as he reached out for her other hand once more.
But she had no time to answer as the teenage Sierra confronted Jean, "What did you think you were doing Ms. Grey?!" the Latina yelled. "Ms. Munroe was doing fine until I felt your mental presence in the room. You're the one that gave her the Iodine didn't you? You just better be glad I didn't get a chance to look around in that skull of yours, you-"
"Please, child," Ororo says as she beckons Sierra to her side, "If Jean was in my mind she must have been trying to help. The things that I see in my head could not be the craftsmanship of my loving sister. Jean and I have been through a lot in the past. The encounter with the Dark Phoenix has truly been an example of our sisterly love. As much as Jean loves me, I love her, and I would appreciate it very much if you allowed her the chance of innocence." Ororo then turns her face to Jean, "I trust you, if no one else does." She then smiles as she lifts her folded hands to her face and lets out a series of coughs.
"Thank you for your trust Ororo," Jean says as she walks over and gives Ororo a sisterly hug. "You always have the right words to say for a hurting soul."
Ororo smiles as Jean exits the room and then looks to those who are surrounding her. "Remy, Sierra, will you both excuse me while I speak to Rogue?"
"Sure thing Ms. Munroe," Sierra says as she returns to her seat. Remy bends down and plants a kiss on Ororo's forehead and his lips part slowly from her caramel skin and he walks out of the room without any words.
"Rogue," she says softly to Ororo to keep their conversation within their own ears and to not disturb Sierra as she wrote into a personal diary. "I thank you for allowing Hank to take charge of everything and to pay so much attention to me."
"It's okay Ororo," Rogue says as her green eyes refuse to make contact with Ororo's brown orbs, "Hank is a carin' guy and ah'm glad he's willin' to help you. You know you mah gal Ororo," she says with a smile.
"Rogue, do you think, also, that Jean has tried to poison me?" Ororo questions right after Rogue finishes. She lets out air from her nose and an expression of frustration is expressed on her face.
"Ororo, I have something to admit to you..." Rogue starts, but her words trail off into silence as Darè enters the room.
"Ms. Munroe," he says as he enters with a tin tray in his hands, "Mr. McCoy wanted me to give you some antibiotics and let you drink this herbal tea. Most of it is to get the Iodine outta ya system or whateva." He walked over to the bed and placed the tray down which had five pills and a large glass of water accompanied by a small mug of herbal tea. "Here, take the pills first," he says while handing her the glass of water and watching as she took the pills.
"Darè, could you call Remy in here for me?" Ororo asks.
"Eh yo, Gambit," the African American teen called from inside the room, "Ms. Munroe wunna see you." Darè then walked to the corner where Sierra was sitting and began to flirt.
As Remy entered the room, Rogue left, not wanting Ororo to pursue the conversation she had begun. Remy slowly made his way to Ororo. It seemed almost pathetic as if she were saying her last words to each of her friends. Red eyes looked down to Ororo as she turned to the other side of the bed and experienced another coughing tantrum. When she finally stopped, she took a drink of tea, and Remy felt to guilty to say anything. He felt, for the first time in a very long time, nervous to speak to Ororo. When Ororo finally turned her eyes to him, her eyes were foggy white again. "Remy, is there something wrong? You seem a bit tense."
"Stormy, you plannin' on leavin' de X-Men. Remy dun like that idea," he says softly while seeing the two giggling teens talk to each other from the corner of his eye. He then turns his attention back to Ororo, "But like de Cajun say before, if Stormy leave, so does Gambit."
"Remy, I thank you for your-" she started but her own words were cut off as she began to cough uncontrollably, this time worse than before. Her entire body rattled the bed and she could feel her stomach boiling from her digestive acids. Remy watched this happen like a helpless pawn at the mercy of a queen, bishop, and knight on a chessboard, all of them ready to take this piece out and claim another move of victory against the king.
When the coughing tantrum finally stopped he looked to Ororo and mumbled to her, "You need to get some sleep." He began to approach her for a kiss to the forehead but she turned away.
"Please, Remy, I have a hard enough time trying to figure out whether or not you are the one I am searching for. My heart desires a romantic genius, but one that did not find himself in the bed of Jean Grey," Ororo said with spite.
"What? You were just talkin' about how you trust her. Now you doubt?"
"Remy, that is not the only thing. I am very confused while both you and Logan have chosen to approach me at the same time, and I am very frustrated with the nature of this virus. My mind is in complete torrent in a mental warfare. Sierra knows, and she is helping to protect my mind from whoever is trying to pry inside; if it is Jean, then my doubts would be plausible.
However, I have also noticed that Rogue has gone completely out of her way to protect me and help me in my time of need. She is completely going out of her way to protect me, Remy. I do not understand her actions or whys he feels that she must watch over me so carefully. Could it be, perhaps, that Rogue is the one who is prying into my mind? After all, Xavier has been unconscious for time, and Rogue could have absorbed his abilities. I pray that she did not do this."
"Sleep on it, Stormy," he said, grabbing her cold hand inside his warm, gloved hand and looked down to her as she lay there.
"Remy, I am afraid to sleep," she says as tears finally fall down her face, and for the fourth time in her life, she has cried. She weeps uncontrollably as Remy sits down on the bed and allows her to lay her head on his chest as he wraps his arms around her.
"Lights out!" Rogue yells from outside in the hallway. The time must have been somewhere around 12am as usual. Now all that was heard in the halls weren't muffled voices, but closing doors, running feet, and teenagers kissing each other to sleep before parting.
Rogue continued to walk down the hall as doors continued to close. She made a routine check in both the boys dorm and the girls dorm. She purposely made the adult quarters her last stop. She made her way to Jean's room and turned the unlocked doorknob. She did not see the redhead inside. Instead, she mocked Jean from what she said earlier that day when she left the Medical Lab, 'I'm going to get some rest. I have to be ready to prepare breakfast tomorrow morning.' She made her way to the library quickly as she now flew through the halls. She could now fly because the halls were empty, and she found this a quicker way to travel anyway.
When she finally reached the library, she landed outside the large French doors and took a peak inside. There was Jean, on the computer looking at something. It was at times like these where she would pray to have extra sensory abilities so she could read from afar what Jean was plotting. She slowly made her way inside through a side entrance to the library, hovering just above the floor to avoid making the wooden floors creak. As she slowly made her way to a position where she could easily read the computer screen she saw a documentary about Iodine.
"It was you!" Rogue said, completely losing her temper as she flew down and grabbed Jean's neck, sending the redhead woman flying into a bookcase.
"Rogue! What do you think you're doing?!" Jean yelled as she broke her impact with the bookcase with a telekinetic forcefield and the books and shelves fell around her and onto the floor. "You had your methods and I had mine!"
To Be Continued...