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 a character(s) aside from or in addition to the creator's original concepts and/or ideas.

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Remy angrily walked away from Ororo's room, failure in his demon-like eyes as he rushed down the attic steps, the main staircase, and through the empty halls of the Institute. By now the automatic lighting had come on and the darkness of the sky no longer gave any natural light to the rooms. Needless to say, as Remy stepped into the kitchen and noticed Miguel inside, he scoffed in disgust. Looking to the man who had successfully won Ororo's heart, Remy made his way to the refrigerator.

"Red-on-black eyes," Miguel noted out loud, "You must me Remy." He stood up and walked to the refrigerator where Remy stubbornly acted as if he weren't there. Extending a hand, Miguel expected Remy to be curious like the rest of them were. It was not often they had a human in the Institute, and never had Miguel lived with mutants. He was just as curious as they were, like a child discovering the world.

"Look, Miguel," Gambit said, stressing Miguel's name as if he wanted to spit on it and burn the man. "Remy don play games wit people. When Remy don like you, he tell you, and Remy don like you."

"Ah, this is about Ro, right?" Miguel laughed as he turned away and walked back to where he was sitting when Remy first came in. He resumed eating his mix of vanilla and chocolate ice cream with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, dis be about my Stormy," Remy said with a canned soda in his hand as he kicked the refrigerator door closed. "I dun trust you."

"Why don't you, or anyone else for that matter, trust me?" Miguel asked, curious as he dropped his spoon into the bowl of ice cream and gave Remy a daring look.

"Y—," Remy tried to say before he was cut off by Miguel standing up.

"Aren't you the one they call Gambit on the field?" Miguel asked with antagonizing threat as he walked to the counter and now stood directly across from Remy. "You're the one who needs to be questioned on matters of trust – or so I hear when the rest of the X-Men talk. You should be more concerned with telling the truth to your own friends rather than trying to mess up with me and my beautiful Ororo have together, hijo."

Gambit gritted his teeth in anger they stared at each other from across the kitchen counter. There was nothing left to be said; all was said and done. With a flick of his wrist, a kinetically charged card was sent from Gambit's fingers and with accuracy towards Miguel's position. Miguel's eyes widened as the card came at him and quickly ducked under the counter. The card exploded behind his head as it crashed into the table where he had been previously sitting. The sprinkler system immediately came on in the kitchen as the table burst into flames.

With Gambit preoccupied by the flames Miguel made his move. Pressing his palms on the countertop he pressed his body upward and flipped over the entire counter and pressed his feet into Gambit's body armor, sending the mutant flying backward onto the floor. Before Miguel could even settle on his feet again, a kinetically charged soda can hit the ceiling above his head and a whole in the ceiling formed as the debris crashed onto his body.

"C'mon tough guy," Gambit said as he stood up with anger raging in his hands, which shook violently.

Miguel grunted as he fought the debris off his back and stood up, soaking wet with the sprinkler system still pouring water into the kitchen causing the floor to flood. "Wimp!" Miguel shouted as he finally stood up, clothes tattered but not many cuts or bruises. His brown eyes squinted at Remy's tall stature before he jumped into the air and sent a roundhouse kick to the Cajun's jaw.

Gambit quickly reacted by grabbing Miguel's foot and twisting the human's leg before thrusting him into the counter. Miguel, forced at the counter, placed his hands on the surface before crashing, and supported himself on a handstand before landing on the water-covered floor again. Miguel looked down and kicked open one of the cabinets under the counter. He bent down and quickly threw numerous pots and pans at Gambit who dodged them but could not see pass them as they came at him ruthlessly. Then, once again taking this preoccupation to his advantage, Miguel ran up to Remy and sent a nasty punch into the bridge of his nose and then a harsh kick the back of his knees. Gambit fell to the floor in pain and became immersed in the water as the sprinklers continued to poor out water.

Finally Gambit looked up at Miguel who breathing hard in a fighting stance with water running down his face and eyes of fury. Just by looking at the man, Gambit kinetically charged Miguel's body and was prepared to blow him up. To Miguel's advantage, Ororo finally made it to the kitchen. Noticing the charge of energy on Miguel's body, Ororo's eyes widened and her hands raised to her mouth in a gasp. She closed her eyes and focused her mutant abilities to react inside Gambit's body. As quickly as she thought it, it manifested. A small shock of electrical energy sent Gambit's brain into alarm and temporary stasis, removing charge from Miguel's body and putting Gambit to sleep.

"Miguel! What has happened here?" Ororo asked as her eyes opened and the sprinkler turned off.

"I would also like to know the answer to this question," Xavier noted as his wheelchair rolled behind Ororo and he looked at the kitchen, which was now in full disarray.

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"The Professor has permitted you to stay here for tonight, but has stressed your departure tomorrow morning," Ororo said as she walked out onto the balcony where Miguel was standing.

"I guess one night is better than none," Miguel said, lifelessly. He then turned around and his voice became filled with emotion,

"Look Tormenta, Remy and I got out of hand. I'm sure things would've worked out, with my staying her, if we hadn't provoked each other in that kitchen."

"Charles is also requesting that you make monetary or labor payments to help repair the kitchen to its original condition," Ororo noted.

"He'll get the money," Miguel said, turning back to the railing and placing his hands on it.

"Miguel," Ororo said, her voice changing into that of fright. "Will you stay with me in my room tonight? I am worried that my assailants are coming closer and closer to getting me."

"Sure I will," Miguel said as he turned around and opened his muscular arms to Ororo's shivering body. "But can you answer me a question?"

Ororo wrapped herself in his arms and laid her head on his chest, "Yes."

"How can someone that controls the weather be scared of anything?" he asked, honestly not understanding how she could be frightened.

"It amazes me as well," Ororo said. "I control the very elements of nature! Yet, I am frightened of someone who probably cannot match my abilities – very few can. But it is more than the physical threat."

"Then what is it?"

"My mind… my emotions are fragile. My assailants began their assault by attacking my mind with angry words and threats. My past is not spotless. I have become so paranoid that I have frightened myself, actually," Ororo explained and a few things finally came into the light, even for her.

"Then why be scared? You know the truth of what's plaguing you. You shouldn't be worried," he says, looking down onto her white hair as he rubs her back gently.

"Stay with me, please," Ororo said, wrapping her arms around Miguel's torso.

"Of course," Miguel whispered as the wind began to rustle with more speed and the loose, white strands of Ororo wiped across his face like silk. There they stood on the balcony, two shadowed figures against the lights of the Xavier's Institute.

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"I've got you right where I want you, Windrider!" a woman said as she came from under the shadows and her face was finally revealed.

"It was you!" Storm yelled in shock. "How? Why?"

"I've always hated you!" she yelled. "I said it before, and I'll say it again: As leader of the Morlocks, you let me down… let all of us down! Look at what your weakness created. You held my life in your hands, bright lady, and you destroyed it!"