A Plane Crash
Author's Notes: Sorry it has taken so long to get chapter 2 written and published onto fanfiction.net. I took a week's vacation and with fan fiction's downtime recently, things were a little hectic. But here is Chapter 2.
April 17, 2002 7:27am EST Westchester, NY
With everything finally in place in and order, Bishop and Storm begin their venture to the current home of Forge. Forge had been known for his inventions, especially the time machine that had allowed Bishop to enter and stay in the current time period away from his future. His mutant abilities were quite unusual - to excessively comprehend computers and the like.
Sitting in the driver's seat of a Ford Expedition, Bishop rested one hand on the steering wheel with shades over his eyes. The windows were down slightly, letting the springtime air pass by with comfort. With music lowly playing through the stereo, everything seemed to be running smoothly until Bishop let out a heavy sigh.
"Is there something wrong, dear?" Storm asked as she looked over towards him. Prior to the sudden sound of Bishop yawning, Storm had been thinking to herself. Her elbow had been propped against the door handle and her palm had been supporting her chin.
"Ororo, I've been thinking about this," he said, with another sigh as they drove along the mildly trafficked road. "Do you think this is a good idea? I know you have to be having second thoughts. I mean you're going back in time and save your parents and yourself from the plane crash. Do you understand the risks? You could end up never being an X-Man, never having the friends that you have now, and..." he paused.
But before he was allowed to continue, Ororo finished his thoughts for him, "And never being able to fall in love with you?"
"Yes," he said, almost so low that it could have been mistaken for a whisper.
"The reason I am willing to make that sacrifice is because I believe that if our love was meant to be then there is nothing I can ever do to prevent that," she says as she lays a gentle kiss on his cheek while he continues to drive. She knew that changing her past would mean a lot of things. But all those things weren't as bad as they seemed when compared with relief from her claustrophobia, living a childhood of thefts, and the trauma of losing her parents. Surely Bishop could understand her.
April 17, 2002 8:30am EST Newark, NJ
Making their way into the driveway of a large complex, it could easily be recognized that Forge was the maintainer of all mechanics: when arriving in the driveway and passing a security pole, they heard a mechanical voice say, "Welcome Ororo Munroe and time traveler Bishop."
"Now, explain to me again how you're going to persuade Forge to send you back in time," Bishop asked in confusion.
"I never made a plan to persuade him, Bishop. I feel that he owes me this favor for the heartbreak he has caused me. And if he does not feel the same way there is always the threat of a lightning strike into that bionic arm of his!" Storm said. Bishop took his eyes off the driveway as they slowed to a stop. He was used to Storm becoming brute and sometimes irrational when remembering the pain Forge caused her.
After opening his door and placing a foot on the asphalt-paved ground, Bishop put the SUV in parking gear and removed his key from the ignition. He then fully stood outside of the car and closed the door behind him. He and Storm met in front of the SUV and walked side-by-side towards the entrance of the complex. Being the militaristic man that he is, Bishop moved his massive body in front of Ororo's fit figure and knocked against the door with gloved hands.
"Please enter," a mechanical voice said. Both Storm and Bishop had expected to have a hard time getting in with Forge, but things seemed well.
"What brings you hear, friends?" Forge asked as he approached them in the foyer of the dark building.
Storm was upset that he had referred to them as 'friends'. Was he able to forget all that he had done to her? He made the proposition to marry her and then via 'he say, she say' he had withdrawn and the proposition and left her life in shambles.
When noticing that Storm couldn't respond to the question without raging in Forge's face, Bishop spoke up, "Ever hear of lights, Forge?" Only two wall sconces lit the large, empty foyer and three small windows that hardly let in light.
Forge shrugged and turned towards the hallway that he had come from, "I noticed you two coming to the driveway so I thought I'd make my way down to greet you. I must admit though, I am rather busy. So if this is X-Men business you are here to discuss, you must know that I am currently not going to help you with any requests."
"This is not X-Men business as you suggest," Ororo says with anger pitted deep in her voice.
"I was hoping you'd say something," Forge said as he turned to face Storm, "I've longed to hear your voice again. I don't know how many times I can apologize to you for--"
"Enough babble Forge. I am here to ask a favor of you. I need to use your time machine to go into my past in Cairo, Egypt," Storm said, cutting off Forge's apology.
"Didn't I say I wasn't being apart of X-Men bus--"
"This is not X-Men related. This is a personal journey," Storm said, cutting off Forge again.
"Well, what is it about?"
"Its content need not concern you," Storm said, losing her patience.
"Well then, I'm not going to waste my time on this. Sorry, but I won't help you."
"But--"
"I said NO!" Forge yelled.
"You watch your tone of voice, Forge!" Bishop yelled as he took a step closer to the old friend. "You'll watch your respect towards this woman! You owe her everything you have for hurting her!"
"I owe her nothing anymore!" Forge yelled back at Bishop.
"Please, just stop it!" Storm yelled from under Bishop's large shadow. "All I am asking is the courtesy of your expertise with mechanics to take me back in time to my years as a child in Cairo, Egypt - or if possible, during a child in New York City before my father took an assignment in Egypt."
"I get it," Forge said, looking pass Bishop, as if ignoring he was there, "You want to save your parents from the--"
"Yes, you are correct. Now please--"
"So what is Bishop's business here?" Forge asked in disgust.
"He will be assisting me in my venture," Storm said, much calmer than she had been only a minute ago.
"Follow me," Forge finally said after turning towards the dim hallway again and beginning a pace towards his large laboratory.
April 17, 2002 9:07am EST Newark, NJ
"By the heavens," Storm finally asked through the silence, "How many procedures must we go through to prepare for this?"
"You're ready now," Forge said as he pointed towards the vertical standing machine. It was 9 feet high, almost scratching the ceiling. It was wide enough for the accompaniment of 10 muscular men. The exterior of the machine was finished with a chrome glaze. Wires flowed to a machine where Forge stood.
Bishop and Storm walked under the ceiling of the time machine and onto the heated floor. "I hope this works..." Forge mumbled his insecurities to himself. A whirring sound began as the machine displayed a number of blinding lights. "I'm sorry for ever mistreating you, Ororo," Forge spoke softly as Bishop and Storm disappeared under the lights of the machine and soon vanished.
Author's Notes: Sorry it has taken so long to get chapter 2 written and published onto fanfiction.net. I took a week's vacation and with fan fiction's downtime recently, things were a little hectic. But here is Chapter 2.
April 17, 2002 7:27am EST Westchester, NY
With everything finally in place in and order, Bishop and Storm begin their venture to the current home of Forge. Forge had been known for his inventions, especially the time machine that had allowed Bishop to enter and stay in the current time period away from his future. His mutant abilities were quite unusual - to excessively comprehend computers and the like.
Sitting in the driver's seat of a Ford Expedition, Bishop rested one hand on the steering wheel with shades over his eyes. The windows were down slightly, letting the springtime air pass by with comfort. With music lowly playing through the stereo, everything seemed to be running smoothly until Bishop let out a heavy sigh.
"Is there something wrong, dear?" Storm asked as she looked over towards him. Prior to the sudden sound of Bishop yawning, Storm had been thinking to herself. Her elbow had been propped against the door handle and her palm had been supporting her chin.
"Ororo, I've been thinking about this," he said, with another sigh as they drove along the mildly trafficked road. "Do you think this is a good idea? I know you have to be having second thoughts. I mean you're going back in time and save your parents and yourself from the plane crash. Do you understand the risks? You could end up never being an X-Man, never having the friends that you have now, and..." he paused.
But before he was allowed to continue, Ororo finished his thoughts for him, "And never being able to fall in love with you?"
"Yes," he said, almost so low that it could have been mistaken for a whisper.
"The reason I am willing to make that sacrifice is because I believe that if our love was meant to be then there is nothing I can ever do to prevent that," she says as she lays a gentle kiss on his cheek while he continues to drive. She knew that changing her past would mean a lot of things. But all those things weren't as bad as they seemed when compared with relief from her claustrophobia, living a childhood of thefts, and the trauma of losing her parents. Surely Bishop could understand her.
April 17, 2002 8:30am EST Newark, NJ
Making their way into the driveway of a large complex, it could easily be recognized that Forge was the maintainer of all mechanics: when arriving in the driveway and passing a security pole, they heard a mechanical voice say, "Welcome Ororo Munroe and time traveler Bishop."
"Now, explain to me again how you're going to persuade Forge to send you back in time," Bishop asked in confusion.
"I never made a plan to persuade him, Bishop. I feel that he owes me this favor for the heartbreak he has caused me. And if he does not feel the same way there is always the threat of a lightning strike into that bionic arm of his!" Storm said. Bishop took his eyes off the driveway as they slowed to a stop. He was used to Storm becoming brute and sometimes irrational when remembering the pain Forge caused her.
After opening his door and placing a foot on the asphalt-paved ground, Bishop put the SUV in parking gear and removed his key from the ignition. He then fully stood outside of the car and closed the door behind him. He and Storm met in front of the SUV and walked side-by-side towards the entrance of the complex. Being the militaristic man that he is, Bishop moved his massive body in front of Ororo's fit figure and knocked against the door with gloved hands.
"Please enter," a mechanical voice said. Both Storm and Bishop had expected to have a hard time getting in with Forge, but things seemed well.
"What brings you hear, friends?" Forge asked as he approached them in the foyer of the dark building.
Storm was upset that he had referred to them as 'friends'. Was he able to forget all that he had done to her? He made the proposition to marry her and then via 'he say, she say' he had withdrawn and the proposition and left her life in shambles.
When noticing that Storm couldn't respond to the question without raging in Forge's face, Bishop spoke up, "Ever hear of lights, Forge?" Only two wall sconces lit the large, empty foyer and three small windows that hardly let in light.
Forge shrugged and turned towards the hallway that he had come from, "I noticed you two coming to the driveway so I thought I'd make my way down to greet you. I must admit though, I am rather busy. So if this is X-Men business you are here to discuss, you must know that I am currently not going to help you with any requests."
"This is not X-Men business as you suggest," Ororo says with anger pitted deep in her voice.
"I was hoping you'd say something," Forge said as he turned to face Storm, "I've longed to hear your voice again. I don't know how many times I can apologize to you for--"
"Enough babble Forge. I am here to ask a favor of you. I need to use your time machine to go into my past in Cairo, Egypt," Storm said, cutting off Forge's apology.
"Didn't I say I wasn't being apart of X-Men bus--"
"This is not X-Men related. This is a personal journey," Storm said, cutting off Forge again.
"Well, what is it about?"
"Its content need not concern you," Storm said, losing her patience.
"Well then, I'm not going to waste my time on this. Sorry, but I won't help you."
"But--"
"I said NO!" Forge yelled.
"You watch your tone of voice, Forge!" Bishop yelled as he took a step closer to the old friend. "You'll watch your respect towards this woman! You owe her everything you have for hurting her!"
"I owe her nothing anymore!" Forge yelled back at Bishop.
"Please, just stop it!" Storm yelled from under Bishop's large shadow. "All I am asking is the courtesy of your expertise with mechanics to take me back in time to my years as a child in Cairo, Egypt - or if possible, during a child in New York City before my father took an assignment in Egypt."
"I get it," Forge said, looking pass Bishop, as if ignoring he was there, "You want to save your parents from the--"
"Yes, you are correct. Now please--"
"So what is Bishop's business here?" Forge asked in disgust.
"He will be assisting me in my venture," Storm said, much calmer than she had been only a minute ago.
"Follow me," Forge finally said after turning towards the dim hallway again and beginning a pace towards his large laboratory.
April 17, 2002 9:07am EST Newark, NJ
"By the heavens," Storm finally asked through the silence, "How many procedures must we go through to prepare for this?"
"You're ready now," Forge said as he pointed towards the vertical standing machine. It was 9 feet high, almost scratching the ceiling. It was wide enough for the accompaniment of 10 muscular men. The exterior of the machine was finished with a chrome glaze. Wires flowed to a machine where Forge stood.
Bishop and Storm walked under the ceiling of the time machine and onto the heated floor. "I hope this works..." Forge mumbled his insecurities to himself. A whirring sound began as the machine displayed a number of blinding lights. "I'm sorry for ever mistreating you, Ororo," Forge spoke softly as Bishop and Storm disappeared under the lights of the machine and soon vanished.
