A Plane Crash
July 10, 1982; 1:01 pm EST; Manhattan Island, New York, USA

Bishop stood in shock with Ororo wrapped in his arms. He did not know what to say. She had begun to tear up when she heard her father's voice, and he could understand why. Hearing the voice of someone you watched die over 20 years ago could be heart wrenching. He found it impossible to find the correct words to console the Windrider who had lost all forms of stern idealism in her eyes and actions.

"Bishop, I do not know if we should do this or not," she said looking down to the wristband that had been given to her by Forge. If desired, all she had to do was remove the wristband and she would return back to her normal time. She then looked up to Bishop with those natural blue eyes of her odd African priestess heritage with questions all over her face.

After thinking and sighing repeatedly Bishop finally answered her, "Ororo, do you really want to live with the grief that was caused by being in the wrong place at the wrong time for the rest of your life, or do you want to try and change it?"

"But Bishop, I am afraid," she said, turning away from him, trying to not allow him see the tears that were finally falling down her face.

"Don't be afraid," he said, spinning her around to face him. He lifted his massive hand to her face and gently wiped away the tears that were stretched down from her eyes to the bottom of her cheeks. "You're doing what you feel is right in your heart, babe, and you've lived too long with the pain of witnessing your parent's death. I think it's time you experience a little joy in your life," he said with a slight smile. It was unlike him to smile, just as much as it was unlike her to smile, but she responded with a slight smile as well.

It was a situation where it was almost impossible to resist the heat and romance that had risen between them. Bishop slowly bent down his head as Ororo involuntarily lifted herself up by standing on her toes and they both met with a kiss. Her arms draped around his neck as she pulled him down to her level. His large biceps moved around her back and his hands down to her waist. It seemed only to soon for Ororo that they parted with a little bit of each other left on their lips.

"Bishop, let us go find my family."

July 10, 1982; 2:30 pm EST; Manhattan Island, New York, USA

"Thank you," Ororo said as she paid the taxi cab driver and then exited, joining Bishop on the sidewalk.

"Tell me again why we didn't fly," Bishop asked with frustration. Sitting in the back of a maniac New York driver and then have to smell the stench of his cigarettes was enough to make him prefer fighting Apocalypse.

"Bishop, you know as well as I do that New York City and Northern Jersey do not need to see a white haired lady flying through skyscrapers with a large man hanging onto her waist," she said while nearly chuckling as the cab drove off. She took Bishop's hand and looked at the large airport in front of them.

"Newark airport," Bishop said to himself as he also looks at the airport. "How are we going to find them?"

"The information desk," she said with a bit of sarcasm. Maybe it was the anxiety or the hopefulness that she would be able to save her parents that was making Ororo come out of her controlling shell. She had constantly kept her emotions in check for the past years with Xavier to make sure her powers wouldn't rage out of control. It would only be seldom she would laugh, smile, become depressed, devastated, harsh, or even open about her feelings. Although it was unhealthy for her to keep all her feelings bottled up inside of her, it was healthy for everyone else around her, unless the ecosystem suffered her wrath.

Bishop did not know how to respond to this sudden change in Ororo so he did not say anything. He just began to walk towards the entrance of the large complex with Ororo's hand in his own.

As they approached the large desk they bypassed many of the people who were already in line to speak with the lady who was slowly working at the front. "Excuse me," Bishop said with ease in his voice as he propped his elbows onto the counter and looked at the lady who was gazing at the illuminated computer screen.

"To the back of the line," she said, not even looking up at him.

"No, you're playing games on this computer like an idiot. We don't have the time to sit here and wait for you to figure things out. You should've been trained for this already!" Bishop said, quickly becoming infuriated.

"Bishop, please calm down," Ororo said, placing an arm across his large triceps and calming him. "All we need is for you to tell us where the Munroe party is supposed to be taking off at."

The lady looked up from the computer and stared at Ororo. "You know you look just like their daughter, Ororo. Are you related to them?"

"Yes, I am," Ororo said with a confused look on her face. "Is there anyone in this entire area that does not know of them?"

"Maybe not. Everyone loves them. N'Dare is a sweet lady," she says while hitting a few keys on her keyboard. "I'm sorry, it looks like their flight has just taken off," she says, pointing at the screen and making an imaginary line across it to make sure she's correct. "They just left from Gate D25 to Cairo, Egypt."

"Thank you," Ororo said with a scratchy voice as Bishop released her hand and they both ran towards the D-section of the building.

"Ororo, maybe a thunderstorm would slow down the air traffic process!" Bishop yelled to her over the voices of the other people who are making their way through the airport.

"But my eyes," Ororo noted, "Someone will be sure to notice they are fully white."

"It doesn't matter. You want your parents right?" he asked as he knocked over a man who decided to position himself in the middle of the walkway.

Ororo grunted as a large roll of thunder rattled the airport and the sky grew extremely dark from bulky, gray clouds. Another grunt came from her throat as the sky field with lightning and then a second later the unexpected rain began to pelt against the windows and the ground outside.

"HEY YOU!" came a loud shout from a security guard who had been standing at his post when he saw Ororo and Bishop sprinting through the airport. "Stop running!" When he noticed they were not even listening to him, he walked in the middle of the walkway with his arms spread out, making himself into a roadblock.

"Ororo!" Bishop exclaimed to her and she knew immediately what he meant. A gust of wind came from nowhere, knocking down back the officer with force.

"Bishop!" Ororo yelled as she came to a completed stop and pointed at the D25 waiting area. It was completely empty, and outside of the large window, the plane was not there. "They must have departed shortly before the storm began. They must not be harmed in the storm's turbulence." Her eyes turned white again and the sky immediately cleared, leaving only the rain-washed windows and the soaked ground as any evident that there had been any type of precipitation in the area.

"What do we do now? We do not have nearly enough money of this time period to be able to pay for a flight and you do not trust me to fly us all the way to Cairo," Ororo asks, pouting, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Why don't we catch a ride on the plane?" Bishop asks.

"I just told you we do not have nearly enough money—."

"No, not in the plane," he says slyly with a dazzle in his eyes, "On the plane."

"You can fly us to the plane and buckle us down with your wind."

"Bishop, your idea would destroy the appropriate dynamics for the plane and cause it malfunction."

"So what do you suggest?" he asks, now finally realizing that his idea was foolish.

"I do not know."

"Hmm," Bishop ponders, putting his fist to his chin, "Wasn't Xavier in Egypt around this time?"

"Yes he was, but how could that possibly help us."

"We can fly one of his jets. You know the controls to all of his equipment like the back of your hand."

"That is true. Hopefully he has already based himself and the mansion in Westchester."

"Well, let's get going," Bishop said with haste.

I'm coming to save you father and mother, Ororo said within herself as she and Bishop made their way out of the airport. And I'm coming to save myself from the pain of never knowing you like I desire.