((don't own them. Marvel does.))
Ororo sat on the floor of her 'new' bedroom, the attic loft. She was staring down at the photograph in her trembling hands. It was a picture of herself, with her arms wrapped around the man called Forge. She'd found it in a drawer, covered in a black cloth, hidden away behind various books and papers. "Why was I hiding this? What. If he loves me, and I him, then why did I stash this picture away? Is he telling the full truth?" Ororo whispered to herself, running a hand through her snow-white hair. "Ororo?" A male voice asked quietly, knocking on the bedroom door. "Yes?" Ororo asked, quickly, shoving the picture under the bed. She glanced up as a tall man with brown hair and red glasses walked in. "Cyclops?" "Yeah. Scott." Scott walked over to her and sat down next to her. "How are you doing?" "I. Don't know. I don't remember much of this. life. I remember a few people, times, but not much." Ororo admitted. She attempted to change the subject. "You've yet to meet Remy?" "Uh. no. I just got back. I was visiting Alex for a few days." At Ororo's confusion, he extended his words. "Alex. Havoc. My little brother." "Oh. Okay." Ororo said, quite dumbfounded. It seemed neither of them knew how to behave around the other. "Remy ran out to the store. He should be back soon, if you'd like to meet him." "Alright. I think I'd like to see the man that captured our Windrider's heart." Scott said, falling back into their usual 'old' banter. Ororo laughed quietly. "Well, Forge seems to think that he's the one that 'captured my heart.'" Beat. "Do you know anything about him? He seems very awkward around Remy and I. I know that he loved me, but he doesn't seem very warm." "I don't know Forge very well. I know you've had a rough time with him in the past, relationship wise." Scott admitted, his turn to run a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. "I guess. In my opinion. You were never right for each other. I believe that you DID love each other. It was just one of those things that could never have lasted." "I see." "Do you remember how you met?" Scott asked. Ororo shook her head slightly. "I've no clue." She shrugged her shoulders. "Tell me." "Well." Scott began, taking a deep breath.
"Ororo?" Remy asked, fumbling for the light switch in her attic room. "Ro? Ya in here?" Remy walked about the room, over to the large window. He stuck his head out, hearing a sound of faint crying. He threw his cigarette down to the ground below and crawled out the window, onto the gray-shingled roof. "O?" "Remy.?" Ororo looked up quietly, slowly. Her normally bright blue eyes were a dull white, streaked with red. Tear marks stained her cheeks. "I. I did not hear you come in." "What's wrong?" Remy asked, carefully walking over to where Ororo sat on the roof. "This life. I had no idea how. complicated it was. Scott," Ororo whispered, hiccupping she was sobbing so hard. "told me about how I met Forge, and how that relationship was. It was HORRIBLE. I'd lost my powers, and it was his fault. We fought, tooth and nail, over that. For months. I'd stabbed him. Stabbed Him. And this is supposed to be a healthy way to live? I did this for years." Remy was silent for a moment. He simply took Ororo in his arms, holding her tightly, rocking her back and forth. He waited patiently for the sobs to subside. "I'm sorry, Ororo." He said simply. She looked up into his red on black eyes, her own back to their crystal blue hue. "Life ain't easy. We know this. But we can try t' make it better. Jus' cause you didn't have much luck wi' dat Forge guy don't mean dat you won't be happy here. You stayed here a long time b'fore all dis shit came down. "There had to be SOMETHIN' good about dis place." "You're right. I am sorry." Ororo said, her serene demeanor back in place. "I shall stay. For awhile." "Good." Remy said, simply. He took a deep breath, stretching out his lanky body on the roof. He pulled a pack of Camel's from the pocket of his duster, lighting one. The look Ororo gave him made him laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I'll quit t'morrow." "Sure, thief." Ororo laughed, slapping his arm lightly. "I love you." "Love you."
Remy and Ororo sat in the library, each flipping through a book. They sat on the floor, cuddling together by the fire. "I don' think these people keep our hours, chere." Remy joked. He glanced at Ororo's watch. "It be only t'ree in the mornin', and they're all asleep. Well, 'cept for Wolverine. I don' think he actually sleeps." Ororo just chuckled, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. Remy in turn took a drink from his can of beer. "Well, we don't exactly keep normal hours, love." Ororo winked at Remy. He smiled, kissing her deeply. They lay down by the fire, curled in each other's arms.
Jean passed by quietly, a glass of warm tea in her hand. She poked her head in, her long read hair falling in her face. She growled tiredly. The light snores coming from the spot by the fireplace caught her attention. 'Go, Windrider.' Jean thought with a chuckle. 'Christ, just don't let Forge find them that way in the morning.'
The kitchen was bustling with people filling their coffee cups and cereal bowls. The smell of bacon wafted through the house. Forge sat at the kitchen table with Jean, Scott, Hank, and Bobby. Logan stood by the stove. Jubilee and Kitty stood by the kitchen counter, each preparing their own breakfast. Betsy and Warren had gone to town for breakfast. "Have you seen Ororo this morning?" Forge asked, sipping quietly on a cup of coffee. "No." Scott. "No, sorry." Bobby. "I believe she's still asleep." Hank. "Just leave her be, Maker." The ever-tactful Logan. "She probably went to town with that Gambit guy." Jubilee. Forge sighed, rolling his eyes. He stood up, setting his now empty coffee cup in the sink. He walked out of the room, silent, and angry air to him. 'Hope he doesn't go in the library.' Jean thought, a small smirk forming on her face. She reached out in that direction with her telepathy. "What's so funny, Red?" Logan asked, sitting down in Forge's now empty seat. "WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE?!" Forge's voice bellowed through the hallways. "Nothing."
Ororo sat on the floor of her 'new' bedroom, the attic loft. She was staring down at the photograph in her trembling hands. It was a picture of herself, with her arms wrapped around the man called Forge. She'd found it in a drawer, covered in a black cloth, hidden away behind various books and papers. "Why was I hiding this? What. If he loves me, and I him, then why did I stash this picture away? Is he telling the full truth?" Ororo whispered to herself, running a hand through her snow-white hair. "Ororo?" A male voice asked quietly, knocking on the bedroom door. "Yes?" Ororo asked, quickly, shoving the picture under the bed. She glanced up as a tall man with brown hair and red glasses walked in. "Cyclops?" "Yeah. Scott." Scott walked over to her and sat down next to her. "How are you doing?" "I. Don't know. I don't remember much of this. life. I remember a few people, times, but not much." Ororo admitted. She attempted to change the subject. "You've yet to meet Remy?" "Uh. no. I just got back. I was visiting Alex for a few days." At Ororo's confusion, he extended his words. "Alex. Havoc. My little brother." "Oh. Okay." Ororo said, quite dumbfounded. It seemed neither of them knew how to behave around the other. "Remy ran out to the store. He should be back soon, if you'd like to meet him." "Alright. I think I'd like to see the man that captured our Windrider's heart." Scott said, falling back into their usual 'old' banter. Ororo laughed quietly. "Well, Forge seems to think that he's the one that 'captured my heart.'" Beat. "Do you know anything about him? He seems very awkward around Remy and I. I know that he loved me, but he doesn't seem very warm." "I don't know Forge very well. I know you've had a rough time with him in the past, relationship wise." Scott admitted, his turn to run a hand through his hair. He looked nervous. "I guess. In my opinion. You were never right for each other. I believe that you DID love each other. It was just one of those things that could never have lasted." "I see." "Do you remember how you met?" Scott asked. Ororo shook her head slightly. "I've no clue." She shrugged her shoulders. "Tell me." "Well." Scott began, taking a deep breath.
"Ororo?" Remy asked, fumbling for the light switch in her attic room. "Ro? Ya in here?" Remy walked about the room, over to the large window. He stuck his head out, hearing a sound of faint crying. He threw his cigarette down to the ground below and crawled out the window, onto the gray-shingled roof. "O?" "Remy.?" Ororo looked up quietly, slowly. Her normally bright blue eyes were a dull white, streaked with red. Tear marks stained her cheeks. "I. I did not hear you come in." "What's wrong?" Remy asked, carefully walking over to where Ororo sat on the roof. "This life. I had no idea how. complicated it was. Scott," Ororo whispered, hiccupping she was sobbing so hard. "told me about how I met Forge, and how that relationship was. It was HORRIBLE. I'd lost my powers, and it was his fault. We fought, tooth and nail, over that. For months. I'd stabbed him. Stabbed Him. And this is supposed to be a healthy way to live? I did this for years." Remy was silent for a moment. He simply took Ororo in his arms, holding her tightly, rocking her back and forth. He waited patiently for the sobs to subside. "I'm sorry, Ororo." He said simply. She looked up into his red on black eyes, her own back to their crystal blue hue. "Life ain't easy. We know this. But we can try t' make it better. Jus' cause you didn't have much luck wi' dat Forge guy don't mean dat you won't be happy here. You stayed here a long time b'fore all dis shit came down. "There had to be SOMETHIN' good about dis place." "You're right. I am sorry." Ororo said, her serene demeanor back in place. "I shall stay. For awhile." "Good." Remy said, simply. He took a deep breath, stretching out his lanky body on the roof. He pulled a pack of Camel's from the pocket of his duster, lighting one. The look Ororo gave him made him laugh. "Yeah, yeah. I'll quit t'morrow." "Sure, thief." Ororo laughed, slapping his arm lightly. "I love you." "Love you."
Remy and Ororo sat in the library, each flipping through a book. They sat on the floor, cuddling together by the fire. "I don' think these people keep our hours, chere." Remy joked. He glanced at Ororo's watch. "It be only t'ree in the mornin', and they're all asleep. Well, 'cept for Wolverine. I don' think he actually sleeps." Ororo just chuckled, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. Remy in turn took a drink from his can of beer. "Well, we don't exactly keep normal hours, love." Ororo winked at Remy. He smiled, kissing her deeply. They lay down by the fire, curled in each other's arms.
Jean passed by quietly, a glass of warm tea in her hand. She poked her head in, her long read hair falling in her face. She growled tiredly. The light snores coming from the spot by the fireplace caught her attention. 'Go, Windrider.' Jean thought with a chuckle. 'Christ, just don't let Forge find them that way in the morning.'
The kitchen was bustling with people filling their coffee cups and cereal bowls. The smell of bacon wafted through the house. Forge sat at the kitchen table with Jean, Scott, Hank, and Bobby. Logan stood by the stove. Jubilee and Kitty stood by the kitchen counter, each preparing their own breakfast. Betsy and Warren had gone to town for breakfast. "Have you seen Ororo this morning?" Forge asked, sipping quietly on a cup of coffee. "No." Scott. "No, sorry." Bobby. "I believe she's still asleep." Hank. "Just leave her be, Maker." The ever-tactful Logan. "She probably went to town with that Gambit guy." Jubilee. Forge sighed, rolling his eyes. He stood up, setting his now empty coffee cup in the sink. He walked out of the room, silent, and angry air to him. 'Hope he doesn't go in the library.' Jean thought, a small smirk forming on her face. She reached out in that direction with her telepathy. "What's so funny, Red?" Logan asked, sitting down in Forge's now empty seat. "WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE?!" Forge's voice bellowed through the hallways. "Nothing."
