Title: Autumn's Loss
Summary: Ororo finds herself dispirited when she receives no response to
her call for love in Remy. When Remy finally does find courage within
himself, Ororo's heart is lost in Autumn's cold.
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the constructive criticism in the reviews. I
didn't realize how vague the story was until you mentioned it. Hopefully,
this will answer those questions that are lingering.
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"Remy," I call to the Cajun as he looks over the cold, still pond. My red hair bounces behind me with no draft or wind to make it look like a fiery cloud under the moonlight. I know he won't turn around to face me. My voice was very soprano compared to the domineering power of Ororo's voice and I could gather that the only sound he wanted to hear was Ororo's words of forgiveness in his ears.
Now, I probably shouldn't be in their business, but I have too. My name is Jean Grey. Many people seem me as a prancing little prissy girl who thinks of herself too much. I guess it is partly my fault that they see me like this. But Ororo and Remy have interpreted me correctly. They are a few of the true friends I have, and it is a shame. I know they are my true friends because I can read their thoughts. And that is why I have the urge to help them now. Even though most people would see me as being nosey right now, I cannot stand to see both of them sad over a slight misunderstanding of silence.
I sigh as I walk behind him and stop as my feet reach only inches behind his back. He is still sitting on the grass where Ororo had left him before she walked off. His red eyes do not turn around to face me and I find it hard to speak now. But I do. "Remy, I know how you feel: hurt, broken, lost," I pause as I look down to the top of his head, brown hair sitting still on top of his still lifeless façade. "Remy, I know you love Ororo more than anything else in the world. But why couldn't you tell her that when she first spilled all her emotions to you on the balcony that night?"
He continues to sit there, manly posture, obviously trying to keep the cool of the Cajun. The last thing anyone could see was the champion of romance, Remy LeBeau, shed a tear because of a woman. "Jean, Remy dun feel like talkin right now. I see you tomorrow, chere. Remy goin to get some rest."
As he stands up I step back but I do not allow him to leave me before attempting again to make him open up. "Remy, why?"
"Look at me Jean! I'm a dirty Cajun!" he yells and his voice is carried across the wind currents as they pick up and the pond begins to display small ripples and waves. By the time he starts speaking again, there is sadness in his voice instead of anger and his tone is almost down to a whisper, "I'm a swamp rat and my Stormy be a goddess."
"Remy," I walk over to him and lift his head up with my hand against his rugged chin, "Ororo wants you to realize that she is not a goddess. She is a normal woman. She doesn't need or yearn for adoration or worship. She wants love. She wants your love."
"No she doesn't," he shakes his jaw away from my palm and pushes pass me as he makes his way up the sloping hill back towards the mansion.
"How can you say that?" I ask, still standing in the same position. Now our backs are to each other as he stops walking.
"Jean, she walked away from me. She not want Remy anymore."
"Yes she does," I turn around to face him, but he is still facing the red brick exterior of the mansion, which is covered by the nighttime shadows.
"No she doesn't Jean!" he is yelling again, and the same as before, his voice loses volume when he continues, "She left me. I tell her I love her and she walked away."
"And you didn't chase her."
"Remy chases nobody."
"You should chase her," I say, pausing as he finally turns around to face me, "She's the only woman you have ever loved this way. You can't allow her to squeeze out of your little kinetic fingers."
"She won't even let me call her Stormy no more! She dun want me!"
"Remy, listen to me!" I silence him and walk up the hill to look him eye to eye, although he is over 6 feet and I am not. "You know as well as I do that Ororo hides all her emotions deep inside of her. It's not because she wants to, but she has to. Having the ability to control the weather and manipulate it in anyway has to be one gruesome thing. Knowing exactly how every current of wind is moving everywhere on the planet. Hearing all the noises made by every single step in the hydrologic cycle. Feeling every bit of the pain that the skies endure when the electrons in the air charge static electricity into a lightning bolt. Remy, if she were to release her emotions the way you expect her to, imagine the devastation! It's not her job to let loose everything for you. You have to chase her down and run her over with your love and she'll open up as best she can."
He is staring in my eyes now; understand every bit of the words I am saying as my mental abilities connect Ororo's painful emotions to his heart. I continue, "By walking away she is not portraying the idea that she no longer loves you. She feels, by your rejection the first time, so much depression it is immeasurable. Now, you're overwhelming her with a sudden outburst of your affections after a week of flirting with Rogue. It is a bit uncanny to expect her to drop all her former emotions for new ones right away. She still loves you, Remy Lebeau. Chase her."
"Chase her..." he repeats as his thoughts trail off to all the possibilities. "T'ank you, Jean." He bends down and envelops me in a hug so tight I can feel the rushing pulse of blood through his arms. He hurries into the mansion, and I see Scott waiting for me at the door. I approach him with a slight smile on my face and I allow him to hold me.
"That's a good thing you did, honey," Scott says as we both walk back into the mansion, hand-in-hand. "Do you think it will work out, though?"
"Ororo is a puzzling woman, Scott. I can't begin to fathom what to expect when something involves her. But I know that she loves Remy, and Remy loves her."
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"Remy," I call to the Cajun as he looks over the cold, still pond. My red hair bounces behind me with no draft or wind to make it look like a fiery cloud under the moonlight. I know he won't turn around to face me. My voice was very soprano compared to the domineering power of Ororo's voice and I could gather that the only sound he wanted to hear was Ororo's words of forgiveness in his ears.
Now, I probably shouldn't be in their business, but I have too. My name is Jean Grey. Many people seem me as a prancing little prissy girl who thinks of herself too much. I guess it is partly my fault that they see me like this. But Ororo and Remy have interpreted me correctly. They are a few of the true friends I have, and it is a shame. I know they are my true friends because I can read their thoughts. And that is why I have the urge to help them now. Even though most people would see me as being nosey right now, I cannot stand to see both of them sad over a slight misunderstanding of silence.
I sigh as I walk behind him and stop as my feet reach only inches behind his back. He is still sitting on the grass where Ororo had left him before she walked off. His red eyes do not turn around to face me and I find it hard to speak now. But I do. "Remy, I know how you feel: hurt, broken, lost," I pause as I look down to the top of his head, brown hair sitting still on top of his still lifeless façade. "Remy, I know you love Ororo more than anything else in the world. But why couldn't you tell her that when she first spilled all her emotions to you on the balcony that night?"
He continues to sit there, manly posture, obviously trying to keep the cool of the Cajun. The last thing anyone could see was the champion of romance, Remy LeBeau, shed a tear because of a woman. "Jean, Remy dun feel like talkin right now. I see you tomorrow, chere. Remy goin to get some rest."
As he stands up I step back but I do not allow him to leave me before attempting again to make him open up. "Remy, why?"
"Look at me Jean! I'm a dirty Cajun!" he yells and his voice is carried across the wind currents as they pick up and the pond begins to display small ripples and waves. By the time he starts speaking again, there is sadness in his voice instead of anger and his tone is almost down to a whisper, "I'm a swamp rat and my Stormy be a goddess."
"Remy," I walk over to him and lift his head up with my hand against his rugged chin, "Ororo wants you to realize that she is not a goddess. She is a normal woman. She doesn't need or yearn for adoration or worship. She wants love. She wants your love."
"No she doesn't," he shakes his jaw away from my palm and pushes pass me as he makes his way up the sloping hill back towards the mansion.
"How can you say that?" I ask, still standing in the same position. Now our backs are to each other as he stops walking.
"Jean, she walked away from me. She not want Remy anymore."
"Yes she does," I turn around to face him, but he is still facing the red brick exterior of the mansion, which is covered by the nighttime shadows.
"No she doesn't Jean!" he is yelling again, and the same as before, his voice loses volume when he continues, "She left me. I tell her I love her and she walked away."
"And you didn't chase her."
"Remy chases nobody."
"You should chase her," I say, pausing as he finally turns around to face me, "She's the only woman you have ever loved this way. You can't allow her to squeeze out of your little kinetic fingers."
"She won't even let me call her Stormy no more! She dun want me!"
"Remy, listen to me!" I silence him and walk up the hill to look him eye to eye, although he is over 6 feet and I am not. "You know as well as I do that Ororo hides all her emotions deep inside of her. It's not because she wants to, but she has to. Having the ability to control the weather and manipulate it in anyway has to be one gruesome thing. Knowing exactly how every current of wind is moving everywhere on the planet. Hearing all the noises made by every single step in the hydrologic cycle. Feeling every bit of the pain that the skies endure when the electrons in the air charge static electricity into a lightning bolt. Remy, if she were to release her emotions the way you expect her to, imagine the devastation! It's not her job to let loose everything for you. You have to chase her down and run her over with your love and she'll open up as best she can."
He is staring in my eyes now; understand every bit of the words I am saying as my mental abilities connect Ororo's painful emotions to his heart. I continue, "By walking away she is not portraying the idea that she no longer loves you. She feels, by your rejection the first time, so much depression it is immeasurable. Now, you're overwhelming her with a sudden outburst of your affections after a week of flirting with Rogue. It is a bit uncanny to expect her to drop all her former emotions for new ones right away. She still loves you, Remy Lebeau. Chase her."
"Chase her..." he repeats as his thoughts trail off to all the possibilities. "T'ank you, Jean." He bends down and envelops me in a hug so tight I can feel the rushing pulse of blood through his arms. He hurries into the mansion, and I see Scott waiting for me at the door. I approach him with a slight smile on my face and I allow him to hold me.
"That's a good thing you did, honey," Scott says as we both walk back into the mansion, hand-in-hand. "Do you think it will work out, though?"
"Ororo is a puzzling woman, Scott. I can't begin to fathom what to expect when something involves her. But I know that she loves Remy, and Remy loves her."