Author: Babychan

email. baby_chan1778@yahoo.com

Title: It started With a Nightmare

Series: Comic

Rating: R

Disclaimer: X-men and all its characters do NOT belong to me.

Summery: Scott's POV. A little story of how Scott and Ororo started their relationship and the years there after.

It Started With a Nightmare

Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you seen my last months Cosmo?"

"Yes. Yes I have." I answer without looking up from the work I am doing at my desk.

"You have? She asks brightly. "When?"

"Last month."

And with that, I get a pillow thrown at the back of my head. I fight back a chuckle as I turn around and give her a mock glare. She can't see my eyes but somehow she has the uncanny ability to know exactly what expressions my eyes are doing.

"Don't you give me that look . You deserved that! " She snaps playfully right before she flops on the bed and starts pouting. I quickly turn back around and return to what I was doing before I cave in and tell her where her magazine is. She knows that pitiful look is my ultimate weakness.

"Scooootttt!" Ororo whines after she realizes that her tactics aren't working. . "I know you know where it is. You know were everything is in here!"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But it's your own fault you can't find it." I chastise in an uncompassionate tone. "I told you to clean up your side of the room for over a week now."

It's so weird how right that feels when I say that 'Your side of the room'. If anyone would have told me that that I would be sharing my room with *anyone* 6 months ago, I would have told them that they were crazy. But here I am, exactly six months since Jean dumped me and I am still sharing my bed with Ororo.

Don't get me wrong, we are not lovers nor are we dating, but I can say she is the best friend I ever had. And I know for a fact she feels the same about me.

"Scott, you get on my NERVES!!"

Okay...she feels the same but expresses it differently

Ororo continues angrily. "I know you know where my zine is, so just tell me were it is!"

She's right I do know were it is, and she would have found it right away if I hadn't have moved it. Ororo's side of the room may be messy as hell but she has an order to her chaos, known only to her and her alone.

Now you're probably wondering why I just don't tell her where it is.

Well, I can't.

Why, you ask?

Because....

Because it had some sort of inane compatibility test that peaked my interest. I would have put it back where I found it after I was finished, but Ororo came into the room while I was in the middle of taking the stupid test!!!. So until she leaves to do something, I have to keep it hidden.

I'm just glad that she threw *her* pillow and not mine because I stupidly hid it that stupid magazine inside my pillow case.

So as she searches and re-searches through her stuff, I do my best to ignore her and continue working on my strategic plan for our rescue of a mutant in a weeks time. It's a big mission and I want to make extra sure that it goes without a hitch. This is also going to be Ro's first real mission since Project-X. I'm not sure if she's ready but...we have no choice, we need her talents if we are going to pull this rescue off successfully.

I glance back at her just in time to see her sifting through our rumpled bed sheets.

Fuck.

"I know it has to be in here somewhere!" She huffs as she comes up empty handed. Frustrated, she then gets up and walks into the bathroom, hoping that maybe it was taken in there as some..ahem.. reading material.

I have to admit that the bathroom situation is the most awkward part of rooming with someone. Before we officially became roommates, I used to make myself sick holding it in. Now, it still makes me embarrassed but who cares, its natural. I do it, she does it and we both light a match after we're done. It's no longer a big deal.

Whiles she's in the bathroom, I walk over to the bed, turn on the TV and rest the back of my head on my pillow.

I am trying to act as causal as possible because Ro is no dummy.

When she walks back into the room, empty handed ,she quirks a brow as she looks at me. But I pretend not to notice.

"Finished working already?"

"Yeah" I answer absently, my feigned focus is on the show that's on the tele. "I'm tired ,so I figured that I needed a break."

"Hmm..riiiight."

She doesn't believe me, I can tell. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her sit on her side of the bed and pulls her hair into a ponytail. It's longer than it was 6 months ago, but shorter than it was when she joined the X-men.

After the Project and in a fit of rage, she had hacked off all her extremely long hair, except for the bangs. Those she left alone and separated them into two long locks that framed her face and reached her knees.

I'll admit, I did look good on her, but I never mentioned that I liked it because I knew she wasn't trying to make a fashion statement.

I'm just glad she's letting her hair grow back. I am also glad that her hair grows back really fast. It's almost at the middle of her back already.

When I flip to the Movie Channel, she immediately forgets about the magazine. Much to my relief. Fate has allowed me to flip to a channel that was playing Romeo and Juliet. The one with Leonardo DiCaprio in it. She absolutely loves that movie. I bet she has seen it about 50 times. So as she sits cross-legged on the bed, I lay beside her and watch her watch the TV.

The way we are now is so comfortably domestic that can't imagine ever going back to the way it was before she moved in.

"What's so funny?"

"What?"

"You were laughing, Scott. What's so funny? I could use a good laugh right now."

"Oh..." I shake my head "I wasn't thinking about a joke or anything...But if you want I will tell you one."

"No thanks" She says waving me off and returning her attention to the TV. "You're jokes are too complicated."

"Well excuuuuuussse me." I laugh and return to my thoughts.

I was thinking about how she and I came to room together.

It started the night after Jean dumped me. Though I knew that as long as she was having terrible nightmares, we would probably be sleeping close to one another, if not together. However, I didn't expect for Ororo to return to my room that next night.

Especially since that training session we had that morning ,with what was left of the complete X-men team, was a complete bust!

Hank was still waiting for her in the lobby that morning. He was *furious* with her and with me because she stayed the night in my room. Ororo was furious that he waited like some kind of jealous ex boyfriend. However, neither one of them spoke to each other.

That's not entirely true.

The two ex's didn't talk until we were all in the danger room with Peter and Bobby. And that was when their suppressed feeling *exploded.*

Hank purposely left me without back up and I was almost killed!

It was during that training session did I realize the Ororo Munroe was my biggest advocated.

I don't know what the future holds but I know that she will always be by my side and *on* my side. And I wasn't the only one who found that out that day.

Everyone did.

However, I should have know this a long time ago. Ro was the only one who thought it was cool that I stole the blackbird when I ran away to join Magneto. When I came back, she told me privately that she understood why I left and that she didn't blame me for making sure that I was fighting on the right side.

At the time, I didn't appreciate her words. I accepted it, but I didn't appreciate it because I wanted for someone else to say them to me. I wanted Jean to be the voice of understanding. But she wasn't. Jean forgave me for what I did, but she didn't understand why I felt I had to do it. To this day, I don't think Jean understands why I felt the need to join Magneto.

For a telepath, she's not very empathic.

I don't think I would have ever realized how much Jean doesn't understand me if she didn't dump me. I *thought* she knew me better than anyone, but I was wrong. She knows more of my past, save professor Xavier, than anyone else does, but she doesn't *know* me. She doesn't *understand* me.

Ororo does.

That's why I'm glad that we have each other because I understand her too.

It's almost like fate brought us together.

It happened so smoothly that I really didn't notice it. As meticulous as I am, I didn't notice that little by little Ororo was moving her stuff into my room every time she stayed the night. The toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, makeup, body soap and other 'woman stuff,' all that I understood. The CDs and DVDs I appreciated; she has good taste. It's the *big* things that should have been a given and warned me that all was not the same in 'Scott Land'

Like when she rearranged the room to make space for the other million little things she brought in here. Or when my room became separated into her side and mine.

But nope, I didn't notice any of *this* stuff.

I guess it's because I was enjoying her company so much.

So it wasn't until I found my self reorganizing my closet so that I could get my clothes out did I finally realize that ...hey I have roommate.

You see, I only have about 6 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of shorts and at the most, 13 shirts. Ororo, on the other hand, has more clothes than the Queen of Sheba. Her stuff had pushed mine into the furthest and darkest reaches of the closet. It took me a good thirty minute to *find* my stuff, and after I found it, I realized that I couldn't *reach* it. So it was on that day, while I was trying to make space in *my* closet for *my* stuff did I decide to officially ask her to move in with me.

I have to admit, that the realization was strangely satisfying.

You want to know another strangely satisfying fact?

It's that even though Ro has more clothes than everyone else in the mansion, put together, she is always wearing my stuff. Like now, she is wearing my flannel pajama top while I wear the coordinating bottoms.

I glance at our reflection in the full length mirror, she had me nail to the wall, and I can't help notice how right we look. So comfortably domestic.

"Take a picture Scott, it last longer."

How does she always know where my eyes are looking?! It's so embarrassing to be caught staring! I try to play off my discomfort by sitting up a bit, turning toward my nightstand and delving in my drawer. When I pull out my camera, I turn back to her and say.

"Maybe I will."

"You better not!" She warns as she points a finger.

I snap a picture despite her protest and soon after she attacks me and tries to grab the camera. It's not in anger; It's a play fight. And believe it or not, we do this often.

Many will not believe this, but Ororo and I are very tactile people. We both like to touch and be touched. In public, however, we seem very standoffish, cold and anal even. Its just a way we learned how to survive. You can't be needy when living on the streets. And when you are a young as she was when she became a street rat or blind like myself, usually the touch you received on the street was unwanted. Believe us, we know. Then combine that with my inept people skills and introversion and Ororo's emotions being broadcasted in the weather.

She really hates that about her power. Don't get me wrong, she thinks its cool that she has the power to control the elements at the tips of her fingertips, but she hates that the weather is empathic to her feelings. If she is angry, sad, happy scared, nervous, it affects the weather. Every mood swing she has affects the weather around the mansion. I can't even imagine how violated she must feel because that. Makes me grateful that the only vice to my mutation is that I have to wear glasses or goggles.

So until she learns to control it, she keeps an arms reach distance from everyone, but me.

And this is not even taking ingto account what she lived through during Project X. I still don't know why she trust me more than anyone else. I'm just grateful that she does.

"Give it to me!" She laughs as she makes a half hearted grab for the camera.

I'm still laying on my back but I've manage to successful keep said item away from her and snap another picture of her while I'm at it. Its only after she straddles my stomach does she manage to get the camera from me. While she is laughing victoriously, she snaps a picture or two of me.

I on the other hand, am really trying to control my now raging hormones. I am trying to ignore the fact that I can feel of her bare leg on either side of my waist. I am also trying to ignore the fact that even though her most private region is covered by dainty white silk panties, I can still feel the delicious warmth of her body sitting on my bare stomach.

I may have an awesome self control, but I'm no eunuch. I am a red blooded heterosexual male and it is times like this that makes sharing a bed with the most gorgeous and compatible person I have ever met *hard.* I'm just glad that she is sitting on my stomach and not over my waist. Because if she was sitting a little bit lower...I shudder to think of what would happen. I would probably die of embarrassment.

"Well well well...What dooooo we have here?"

The look she is giving me...it looks pissed and makes my body tense with fear. I'm not sure if she has noticed how much my body appreciates her weight on top of me. I know for a fact that it would make her really uncomfortable if she did.

"Umm...?" I squeak out when she leans forward. But much to my surprise, relief *and* distress, It's not my rouge appendage that has caught her attention. It's the magazine she was looking for. Somehow, it slipped out of my pillowcase when we were wrestling.

"I knew you had it!" She seethes as she snatches it from behind my head. "Why were you keeping it from me?!"

Her eyes were white now and a violent breezed rustles the window.

"I..I wasn't.."

"Scott, its right here and I got it out of *your* pillow! I sure as hell didn't put it there, so it had to be you!" She rolls the zine and smacks me in the chest with it. "What were you doing? Trying to teach me a lesson so I would clean my side of the room?" Angrily, she hits me again.

"Ow!" I grab her wrists so she can't hit me again. "Ro, I didn't hide it...Don't give me that look! I didn't!"

"Scott! It was in *your* pillowcase!"

"Okay..." I admit sheepishly. "Maybe I did hide it, but it's not because I was trying to teach you a lesson..."

"Why then?"

Before I get to answer, there is a knock at the door.

It's a welcomed distraction. The last thing I want to do right now is admit that I was taking that love test. Especially since I went out of my way to complain how stupid I thought it was last month.

I look up at Ororo expectantly. "Are you gonna get it?"

She looks toward the door just as the person knocks again.

"*I'd* get it..." I offer, in my best innocent voice. "but I can't get up until *someone* gets off of my stomach." I laugh when she lets out a frustrated growl and glowers at me.

Ororo then gets up and stalks toward the door. "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook, Slim!"

"Of course not...That would be too easy. " When she is gone I happily notice that she has left the Cosmo. So when she turns into our little hall, I stealthily take out the sheet of notebook paper I was using to record my compatibility data.

"Scott."

I literally almost jumped out of my skin at the sound of Ro's voice and quickly hide the piece of paper in the only place I could think of.

I hide it in my pillowcase.

Stupid? Yes, I know.

"Umm yes, Ororo?" I call from the bed. When I turn from what I'm doing and look over in her general direction, my heart stops because I see her. She's standing in our short hallway that leads from the inner portion of our room to the door. But she's not staring at me, she's staring at my pillow with a quirked brow.

Shit.

I'm caught in the act.

"The door." She answers and point towards it with her thumb. Unfortunately for me, her blues eyes are still trained on my pillow.

Now I'm torn. If I leave now she will find my test results, but if I stay... she will probably find my test results anyway. But she would have to wrestle me for them. I don't mind another wrestling session, I really don't, but that part of our relationship is private and unfortunately, there is someone at the door.

So I decide to resign to my fate and get up an go answer the door.

I should have realized, by her tone, that whoever was at the door was someone she didn't want to see, but I didn't. I was too worried about her finding out my secret.

That's why I was really surprised when I saw

"Jean!?!"

"Hello, Scott." She says as she gives me a forced smile. "Surprised to see me?"

"Yeah" I admit and nod dumbly. "I didn't know you were coming back!"

"I told you I would." Jean reminds warmly. "I would never give up on our dream, Scott."

I smile and nod brightly. I'm sure I look happy to see her, but inside, I feel like Jean's presence here is suffocating me. I don't know what to say or do. And for some reason, I feel like I am betraying Ororo just by talking to her.

After a few uncomfortably quiet minutes, she speaks

"So I see... I was right."

I'm pulled out of my thoughts and stare at her dumbly. "Hmm?"

Jean points to me then flicks her wrist to point into the room. "I guess you've found your Misses Right after all...." She looks passed me and into the room. Her eyes narrow only slightly. "It didn't take you long considering that just a few months ago you were professing your undying love to me."

I'm not positive but I'm pretty sure I'm hearing a bit of anger in Jean's voice. "Who?Ororo?" I ask dumbly and turn around to see the woman in question. Of course, I couldn't see her, or my bed, from where we were standing, but the junk laying all around Ororo's side of the room is clearly visible. Her side is so different from mine, which is immaculately clean.

I return my attention to Jean and assure. "We're just friends"

"Right."

She then looks at my bare chest and pajama bottoms then skeptically back at my face. And that's when I remember that Ororo was *only* wearing the coordinating top.

Yeah, I guess considering the circumstances... I can see how she can get the wrong idea about my and Ororo's relationship.

I was going to try to convince Jean that my relationship with Ro was only platonic but she interrupts

"It doesn't matter, Scott. It's not like we are still involved... It's just that....I wish you would have told me." She looks away from me. A melancholy expression falls over her features. "It's...it's just kind of a shock."

"Jean.." I feel bad. I didn't tell her because...I just didn't. She used Ororo as an excuse to break up with me. So I never brought up Ro living with me because I didn't want to hear her tell me 'I told you so.'

Not that Ro and I are going out, but considering our close relationship, Jean would probably figure it was inevitable.

"It's okay." She says as she faces me again. She gives me another fake smile. "I just came up here to talk but I guess...you two are busy..."

She lets those words trail off, I guess in hopes for me to interrupt and say I wasn't busy, but I don't say the words. They are on the tip of my tongue, but the words just don't come out. I'm not exactly sure why not though. Before Jean left, I would have willing leaped off a bridge if I knew that she would be at the bottom and willing to give me some of her time. But now... I just don't feel comfortable around Jean right now.

I guess this is that awkward feeling you get when you run into your ex unexpectedly

Ugh. It feels terrible! I now wish I was more sympathetic to Hank.

I guess she picked up on my discomfort because she starts backing away from my door.

"Well... I guess I will see you two tomorrow then?"

I nod slowly at her words. "Yeah...we'll see you tomorrow...At breakfast. It's Peter's turn to cook ,so it should be something good."

A pained look graces her face at my words, but she nods and agrees.

I don't know why I included Ro in my statement. I understand why she did it. She was trying to make a point that Ro and I are a couple despite my protest. But why did I do it? I don't know.

I close the door once I see her reach the elevator at the end of the long corridor. Once I've walked down our short hall to get into our room, I stare are Ororo. She is sitting cross- legged, and crossed arms and waiting for me.

"Sooooo... what did *Marvel Girl* want?"

I roll my eyes at the sarcastic use of Jean's code name. It's no secret between us that Ororo doesn't like my ex. It's not that the doctor offended her personally. It's just that my bedmate hates they way Jean used her as an excuse to break my heart. She also hates the fact that Jean broke my heart.

Ro hates to see me hurt.

Once I crawl back into bed, I lay on my back I say. "Oh, she just wanted to talk."

"Talk hmm? So what stopped her?" Ororo asks as she returns to her previous position, which is sitting on my stomach.

We are picking up where we left off. It's a rule of ours. Much to my pleasure.

"*You* stopped her." Inform matter-a-factly.

"Me?" Ro asks mischievously. "Whadda I do?"

I give her a playful grin as I look up at her and grab her wrist, like I had them before we were interrupted.

"I guess not everyone is taken in by your charm and wit, Ms Munroe."

She tilts her head to the side and ponders on what I just said. "No..I suppose not" She laughs. "Was she upset?"

I shrug.

And Ororo laughs even harder. "I knew it! If you play this right....You just wait. Jean will be begging you back in no time!"

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out with total seriousness. "Who said I want her back?"

Ro stops laughing and looks me dead in my eyes. "But...you love her..."

I shrug. "I don't know.. Maybe Jean was right" I say still looking into beautiful blue eyes. "I was only fourteen when I met her and...until you moved in, she was the only female in the mansion. Maybe I just got my feelings confused with love like she said I did."

"Oh..." She looks away from me and down at the zine in her hand. "Is that why you were taking that love compatibly test?"

I immediately let her wrist go, grab my pillow and pull it over my face. I don't know why I am so embarrassed but I am. And right now, all I want is for the bed to swallow me up. It isn't long before I felt a laughing Ororo lean forward and start tugging on the pillow.

When I hold onto the pillow with a tighter grip she laughs even harder. "Scott, Let go!" She admonishes playfully. "You're going to suffocate yourself!"

I let yell out a muffled "So What!"

I feel like I am dieing of embarrassment anyway.

At that she almost chokes herself on her laughter. "You are so retarded! So what, if I found out that you took a love test! The worlds not going to stop spinning because of it!"

I take the pillow off of my face and glare at her, which only makes her laugh harder. Insulted by her total lack of sensitivity, I gently push her off of me and turn on my side, with my back facing her.

"Scoooootttt" She playfully pouts. "If I say I'm sorry, will you now stop acting like a butthole?"

I snort at her words and ignore her. When she doesn't call for me again, or even speak to me for about five minutes, I get worried that maybe I pushed things too far in my tantrum.

Diffidently, I turn to face her. She is laying on her side, facing me, with her head propped up in her hand. She is looking at me with a knowing smirk.

"You are such a drama queen."

"And you're nosey as hell." I retort back with a tone of being a bit put out.

She doesn't get mad at my words, instead she yawns then wraps her arms around my shoulders, nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck and snuggles close.

"Lets go to bed, Scott...I'm tired..and we have a big day tomorrow."

I'm surprised that she is ready for bed so early but grateful for the change of subject.

"Oh that reminds me... I told Jean that we would meet her at breakfast."

"I know." She yawns against my neck. "I heard. Why do you think I want to go to bed so early?"

"Are you mad?" I need to know. If she is, I can use this time tonight to think of a way to make it up to her. Ororo is not what people call a 'morning person' and she *never* wakes up in time to make it to breakfast.

"No..I'm not mad... but don't blame me for my actions tomorrow."

"What do you mean?" I ask nervously. "What are you going to do?"

She shrugs then presses up closer against me.

Her movements make my breath catch and make me forget all about my trepidation concerning tomorrows breakfast. And before I think about what I am doing, I find myself wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pulling so close to me that it feels like we are almost molded together.

Every muscle in her body tenses and immediately I regret my actions. This is the first time I've ever embraced her so aggressively.

Right when I am about to let her go, she relaxes in my embrace and snuggles impossibly closer.

I relax as well and revel in the act of being able to hold her like this and being held as well.

I love this.

We fit so perfectly together. It is almost as if God made her for me and me for her.

It takes about 15minutes until her breathing slows into tiny deep-sleep puffs. It is then when I pull back a little, gently brush back her hair and stare into her beautiful face.

I can't help but think about how ironic it is that Jean came back today. It felt weird seeing her. However, it cemented a fact that I already knew. The fact that I don't love her anymore. That's why I was taking that compatibility test. I wanted to find out what my 'Ms. Right' would be like.

Its stupid now that I think about it. I had my answer even before I finished the test. Actually, I had my answer before I even started taking the test.

How do I know this?

Because I am holding my 'Ms. Right' in my arms right now.

I think Ororo knew that I was describing her when I answered those questions. That's probably why she didn't press the issue. She probably didn't want to hurt my feelings and break my heart.

Fuck!

Now my heart is breaking anyway! I mean... I knew that she was in no way ready to start dating. That doesn't matter to me because I don't mind waiting. I would wait forever if I had too.

But now...just knowing that I *don't* have a chance at all!!!

Ohhhh... my heart...it feels like its collapsing!!!

This feels worse than when Jean dumped me.

This feels ..

Ororo shifts making me leave my depressing thoughts and roll onto my back. I don't pull her with me but she shifts herself until her top half is resting on my chest and her head is laying on my shoulder. She then brings up her hand up and lazily caresses the hair at the nape of my neck.

God that feels so good.

When I look down at her, she gives me a tired yet reassuring smile and whispers lovingly.

"Go to sleep, teddy bear."

I smile at her private nickname for me, close my eyes and relax.

She knows me so well.

Even in her sleep, she knows when I'm stressing myself for no reason at all.

She wasn't dismissing my affections after all. She's just not ready for that type of relationship.

"Beauty"

"Hmm?" She mummers as she answers my private nickname for her.

"Are you sure you're not telepathic?"

She lets out a tired chuckle. "You better hope not, Slim"

I laugh at that and start caressing her hair like she is doing to mine.

"Good night, Ro."

"Good night, Scott."

And now that my hopes are not crushed, I know I can wait until she is ready.

If I am not anything, I am a patient man.

tbc