Title: Stormy Forecast

Author: Viral

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men. This is fan fiction; a fan's version of expression in which he/she wishes to portray character(s) aside from the creator's original concepts and/or ideas.

Author's Note: I'm in the process of writing another fan fiction, so I will be alternating between the two.

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Normally at this time of night Ororo would be resting in bed, but instead she was on ground level of Xavier's Mansion in the kitchen. Her blue eyes were focused outside on the snowy ground as she drank her small mug of hot chocolate. She was dressed in a tight cotton robe and a pair of typical slippers. Her hair was pinned up loosely and her composure was restless. Only when she heard a gruff clearing from a man's throat did she turn around to notice Remy had come to join her in the kitchen. She gave one solid look to his black-on-red eyes, until she turned back around to face the window and the dark night.

"Stormy, what be de matta?" Remy asked, and walked over to her. He lifted his warm hands to her shoulder and began to give her a relaxing massage.

She placed her mug of hot chocolate down on the kitchen counter to prevent a spilling. "There is nothing wrong," she said lightly as she enjoyed the massage.

"Dun be lyin to Remy," he warned as he continued the massage, "Remy may not be Logan, but he can smell when somethin wrong." Remy's Cajun accent and vernacular was not exactly correct English, but he made his point and the sincerity was in his voice.

"It is nothing important that I cannot deal with by myself," she said with a sigh.

"Now dat you be Remy's woman, you dun have the right to deal with things by yourself."

Ororo cocked her head to the side, removed her shoulders from under Remy's hand, and turned her neck to face him. "That is absurd. You do not own me, and you surely do not have the privilege of telling me what I am able to do. Is it truly necessary that we have this conversation, again?"

"Remy is only trying to help, chere. But he not going to sit her and be told what to do," Remy noted, stabbing back in response.

"Remy, the last time we had this conversation you promised not to try and take dominion over me," Ororo began and then paused.

"But now we are right back at square one. How many more times must we go through this?"

"Maybe none. Dis not workin out," Remy said with a low tone in his voice.

"Then maybe we should end this relationship. I appreciate your kindness, but you are demanding me to be your woman-servant, not your girlfriend," Ororo responded.

She stood from the chair, and thus ended the romantic relationship between Ororo Munroe and Remy Lebeau. Taking her hot chocolate in her hand, she made her way out of the kitchen. Just as she was about pass through the threshold, Remy called out to her, "Have a good night, Stormy."

"If I were not nearly as tired as I am, I would tackle you for calling me that foolish name," Ororo smiled back at him.

Remy smiled as he watched Ororo continue to walk off. At least the break-up had not been dramatic and at least it did not damage their friendship. But Ororo was that kind of woman: always quick to the think and slow to wrath.

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Ororo was now in the attic of the Xavier's Mansion, which was known to everyone as Ororo's large bedroom. There, she lay in her cozy bed, silent as a baby and physically at peace. Though her dreams were a different story:

Ororo stood in complete darkness, seeing nothing but the glow of her own eyes. She breathed heavily as she frantically turned around in all different directions, trying to figure out where she was and where to go. She heard whispers and footsteps as if someone was getting close to her. She strained her ears, trying to hear who or what it was. She even began to hold her breath, to make silent everything else except the approaching body.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Ororo shouted as she kicked her feet out in different directions only to end up falling as a hand pushed up on her back. She landed in a pile of sharp bones, but she couldn't tell what it was because of the darkness.

"You weren't worthy enough to lead us!" a harsh female voice yelled as it approached Ororo and stabbed a sharp object into the Windrider's chest.

"AH!" Ororo shouted, accompanied by a roll of thunder from the sky. She breathed heavily and put her right hand against her chest as she sat up from her bed. She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as she attempted to catch her breath. She attempted to find the voice from her memory, but the dream was too vague already. Perhaps she should have told Remy what was wrong; at least he would have been able to hold her.

A light snow fell on the ground and Ororo found it hard to go back to sleep. She watched her alarm clock progress from 12:30am to 1:30am as she attempted to remember as much as possible about the recurring dream. Every time she attempted to close her eyes over the past five days, she received the same dream. But when she woke up, she could hardly remember a thing except that she had felt pain in her chest and the harsh voice.

Ororo felt a shiver run down her back as her telephone rang. Who would be calling this time of night?, she asked herself, puzzled and nearly frightened. She picked up the receiver and cautiously spoke, "Hello?"

"Hey Ororo. What's really good? I've been expecting a call from you, chica, and I haven't heard anything." An American born Hispanic spoke over the phone, without an accent. He sounded almost Bachelor's degree professional, except when including Hispanic phrases into the middle of his sentences.

Ororo had met him while attempting to save his life from the Acolytes, and he had pursued her without faltering until he got her name and a phone number. Ororo had been reluctant to speak to him for two reasons: a. her relationship with Remy, and b. her caution towards homo sapiens. Apparently, he was not as reluctant.

"My apologies, Miguel," Ororo answered, bluntly.

"Come on now, baby. Don't try and run me away like that. You know I won't hang up that easily," he chuckled over the phone.

Ororo sighed in response, not able to find any words to say to him.

"What's wrong?"

"I do not know, Miguel. To be honest with you, I have recently removed myself from the relationship with Remy. We are no longer dating, and I suppose I feel alone," Ororo answered, and then sighed once more.

"You know you don't have to feel lonely," he began, the compassion in his voice evident. He soon noticed the passionate side of him showing and covered it up with something more masculine, "I mean after all, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't really have a hard time finding a date."

"Finding a date is not a problem," she answered with another sigh. The sighs were becoming, more-or-less, a part of the communication itself. "Finding someone I would want to be with is most definitely the problem."

"What's wrong with me?" Miguel said, smiling on the other side of the phone line.

"I am a mutant..." Ororo quickly answered with no caution of thought, "And you are a normal human."

"So? It's not like you're a different species or something. And beautiful people deserve to give each other the chance."

"So you think you are beautiful?" Ororo laughed.

"Some things are just undeniable," Miguel answered slyly.

Their conversation continued for quite some time until Miguel wore Ororo down into a date. He would love to see her face again, and find out what was truly worrying her. Meanwhile, Ororo continued to fight sleep. In the morning she would consult Xavier about her nightmares.

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Ororo rose into the air, as her paradise seemed to turn against her. The sky began to grow dark with gray clouds, and the silent air was now blowing with fog. Her breaths became heavy once more as she looked upward, attempting to find the silhouette of the culprit who was responsible for her anguish.