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: Not much of a chapter here. Kind of like a plot intermission, if you will.
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"Stop apologizin, sugah," Rogue said with a slight smile. "Luckily you didn't use close to your full strength on meh. At least now Logan's healin abilities can help meh out."
Ororo sat at Rogue's side as she lay in one of the infirmary beds. Ever since she had departed from Xavier's study, she stayed by Rogue's side. She was unaware of the time because she never looked up to the clock and there were no windows in the sub-basement room. "You must understand, I was worried for you. Never before have I lost control of my mind in such a way. I only fear it can get worse from here."
"Yeah, sure. Get off the guilt trip. Ah'll be on my feet before you get home from your date," Rogue said with a wink and a smile.
"Date?" Ororo asked in confusion before her face exhibited absolute shock. "I completely forgot about Miguel!"
"Good thing Ah was listenin on the phone last night," Rogue giggled.
"You are still the sneaky Rogue I met when you first moved into the mansion, are you not?" Ororo said with a smile. She placed her hand atop of Rogue's gloved hand, lovingly. "I do not think I can leave, though, without knowing you are fine."
"If you don't leave, Ah'm gonna kick ya butt for standin up that hunk of a man," Rogue continued to giggle, then became serious. "Go enjoy yourself, Ororo. You deserve it."
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After showering once more, Ororo was putting the finishing touches on her outfit. The evening sky was completely dark, except for a few stars that periodically shone through the cloudy night. She decided not to get extremely dressed up for the first date, but would of course go out with class. She wore a blue jean front-slit skirt, which extended down to her designer leather boots. The boots themselves went up to the top of her shins under the skirt. She wore a long-sleeve denim western shirt, which only went an inch below her waist.
She looked into the mirror, blue eyes focusing as she applied lip-gloss to her upper lip. Only when her movements became light and gentle did she hear the sound of wood creaking. Suddenly, her mind drifted into her fears as remembered the sound of the homicidal voice. Ororo listened with anxiety, hearing the footsteps coming up the staircase. If this were to be her predator, how would she react? The voice spoke continually in her mind as the footsteps neared. Her breaths became uneven and her hands shaky. Finally, the doorknob rattled and slowly turned. A lightning bolt sat at her fingertips as the door opened.
"Ororo?" Jean said as she stepped inside the attic. Ororo left the vanity, and went to greet Jean. "Wow! You look beautiful, Ororo. You have to let me borrow those boots one day."
Ororo smiled shyly, then walked closer to Jean. "I am nervous, Jean. What shall I do on the date? What shall I say? How should I react when he arrives?"
"Oh yeah, that's what I came up to tell you," Jean laughed, "He's here."
"What? By the heavens, it is too early!" Ororo said nervously.
"That's what you don't have to worry about, girl," Jean smiled. "As the woman of the date, you are always allowed to get down the steps 5 minutes after the man has arrived."
"How does he look?" Ororo asked, calming down with a smile on her face.
"Let me put it to you like this," Jean started. "If I weren't dating Scott, I would have me some of papi!" Both Jean and Ororo laughed, though Ororo's was mostly from nervousness. "Don't worry, Ororo. You'll have fun."
"Thank you, Jean," Ororo said as both her and Jean exhaled in a hug of sisterhood.
"Now, let's see. Jewelry. I like the ring and earrings, but you need something else."
"More?" Ororo asked then pointed to her jewelry chest.
"When did you get this?" Jean asked, holding up a necklace with a silver cloud and sun inscription dangling at the end.
"A few years ago, when I went to visit my village in Africa," Ororo noted as she gently took the necklace from Jean's hand.
"It will go hott with this outfit girl. Believe me," Jean smiled as she turned back to close the jewelry chest. "Ow!"
Ororo looked up to Jean after she finished putting on the necklace, "What happened?"
"A piece of wood! Gosh, it hurts," Jean exclaimed, looking down to her index finger. She telekinetically pulled out the object and it dropped to the floor.
"That does not look like wood," Ororo said as she looked down to the floor at the shard.
"Ororo! Come on!" Katherine Pryde said as she arrived through the floor, literally, and now stood in front of Ororo. "Logan and Remy might end up killing your date if you don't hurry."
Ororo was pulled through the floor by Kitty and waved to Jean before she found herself gone through the second story, and now standing on the first.
"Woah! What an enterance!" Miguel said as he stood out of his seat and walked pass Logan and Remy who had been growling and staring at him ever since he arrived. Apparently, they had their minds set on protecting Ororo.
Ororo stood speechless, her eyes glued on Miguel's figure as he approached her. He was in a pair of black leather boots, loose dress pants, and a skin-tight shirt. Although Ororo found it foolish for him to be dressed like this during the winter, she didn't mind seeing the curves and cuts of his muscles.
"Stormy, you look beautiful as always," Remy said, being the ever-charming Cajun. He quickly zipped pass Miguel and kissed Ororo's soft hand.
"Ro knows she looks good." Logan growled, "Now step off, gumbo."
"You guys are hilarious," Scott said as he arrived in the room with Ororo's leather jacket. "Here you go, Ororo. Jean told me to bring this to you."
"Thank you, Scott," Ororo smiled as he put the jacket on her. She pulled her hair from beneath the collar of her jacket. "You all have a good night. And Logan?"
"Yeah Ro?" Logan answered.
"Do not come hunting my trail," she smiled as she left with her arm interlocked with Miguel's, out the front door.
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: Not much of a chapter here. Kind of like a plot intermission, if you will.
-=-=-=-
"Stop apologizin, sugah," Rogue said with a slight smile. "Luckily you didn't use close to your full strength on meh. At least now Logan's healin abilities can help meh out."
Ororo sat at Rogue's side as she lay in one of the infirmary beds. Ever since she had departed from Xavier's study, she stayed by Rogue's side. She was unaware of the time because she never looked up to the clock and there were no windows in the sub-basement room. "You must understand, I was worried for you. Never before have I lost control of my mind in such a way. I only fear it can get worse from here."
"Yeah, sure. Get off the guilt trip. Ah'll be on my feet before you get home from your date," Rogue said with a wink and a smile.
"Date?" Ororo asked in confusion before her face exhibited absolute shock. "I completely forgot about Miguel!"
"Good thing Ah was listenin on the phone last night," Rogue giggled.
"You are still the sneaky Rogue I met when you first moved into the mansion, are you not?" Ororo said with a smile. She placed her hand atop of Rogue's gloved hand, lovingly. "I do not think I can leave, though, without knowing you are fine."
"If you don't leave, Ah'm gonna kick ya butt for standin up that hunk of a man," Rogue continued to giggle, then became serious. "Go enjoy yourself, Ororo. You deserve it."
-=-=-
After showering once more, Ororo was putting the finishing touches on her outfit. The evening sky was completely dark, except for a few stars that periodically shone through the cloudy night. She decided not to get extremely dressed up for the first date, but would of course go out with class. She wore a blue jean front-slit skirt, which extended down to her designer leather boots. The boots themselves went up to the top of her shins under the skirt. She wore a long-sleeve denim western shirt, which only went an inch below her waist.
She looked into the mirror, blue eyes focusing as she applied lip-gloss to her upper lip. Only when her movements became light and gentle did she hear the sound of wood creaking. Suddenly, her mind drifted into her fears as remembered the sound of the homicidal voice. Ororo listened with anxiety, hearing the footsteps coming up the staircase. If this were to be her predator, how would she react? The voice spoke continually in her mind as the footsteps neared. Her breaths became uneven and her hands shaky. Finally, the doorknob rattled and slowly turned. A lightning bolt sat at her fingertips as the door opened.
"Ororo?" Jean said as she stepped inside the attic. Ororo left the vanity, and went to greet Jean. "Wow! You look beautiful, Ororo. You have to let me borrow those boots one day."
Ororo smiled shyly, then walked closer to Jean. "I am nervous, Jean. What shall I do on the date? What shall I say? How should I react when he arrives?"
"Oh yeah, that's what I came up to tell you," Jean laughed, "He's here."
"What? By the heavens, it is too early!" Ororo said nervously.
"That's what you don't have to worry about, girl," Jean smiled. "As the woman of the date, you are always allowed to get down the steps 5 minutes after the man has arrived."
"How does he look?" Ororo asked, calming down with a smile on her face.
"Let me put it to you like this," Jean started. "If I weren't dating Scott, I would have me some of papi!" Both Jean and Ororo laughed, though Ororo's was mostly from nervousness. "Don't worry, Ororo. You'll have fun."
"Thank you, Jean," Ororo said as both her and Jean exhaled in a hug of sisterhood.
"Now, let's see. Jewelry. I like the ring and earrings, but you need something else."
"More?" Ororo asked then pointed to her jewelry chest.
"When did you get this?" Jean asked, holding up a necklace with a silver cloud and sun inscription dangling at the end.
"A few years ago, when I went to visit my village in Africa," Ororo noted as she gently took the necklace from Jean's hand.
"It will go hott with this outfit girl. Believe me," Jean smiled as she turned back to close the jewelry chest. "Ow!"
Ororo looked up to Jean after she finished putting on the necklace, "What happened?"
"A piece of wood! Gosh, it hurts," Jean exclaimed, looking down to her index finger. She telekinetically pulled out the object and it dropped to the floor.
"That does not look like wood," Ororo said as she looked down to the floor at the shard.
"Ororo! Come on!" Katherine Pryde said as she arrived through the floor, literally, and now stood in front of Ororo. "Logan and Remy might end up killing your date if you don't hurry."
Ororo was pulled through the floor by Kitty and waved to Jean before she found herself gone through the second story, and now standing on the first.
"Woah! What an enterance!" Miguel said as he stood out of his seat and walked pass Logan and Remy who had been growling and staring at him ever since he arrived. Apparently, they had their minds set on protecting Ororo.
Ororo stood speechless, her eyes glued on Miguel's figure as he approached her. He was in a pair of black leather boots, loose dress pants, and a skin-tight shirt. Although Ororo found it foolish for him to be dressed like this during the winter, she didn't mind seeing the curves and cuts of his muscles.
"Stormy, you look beautiful as always," Remy said, being the ever-charming Cajun. He quickly zipped pass Miguel and kissed Ororo's soft hand.
"Ro knows she looks good." Logan growled, "Now step off, gumbo."
"You guys are hilarious," Scott said as he arrived in the room with Ororo's leather jacket. "Here you go, Ororo. Jean told me to bring this to you."
"Thank you, Scott," Ororo smiled as he put the jacket on her. She pulled her hair from beneath the collar of her jacket. "You all have a good night. And Logan?"
"Yeah Ro?" Logan answered.
"Do not come hunting my trail," she smiled as she left with her arm interlocked with Miguel's, out the front door.