X-Men: The Movie

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Title: Love Tale of the Past

Setting: Before Storm's time; before the meeting of her parents.

Genre: Comic/Romance/Drama

Author's Note: Here is the ending on this experiment, which I think went fairly well. I had a blast writing this fan fic. I loved being able to explore these characters.

I know it's pretty short, but it does wrap everything up.

And I do plan on writing a sequel. A plot is in the works, I just need to run it by my editor. The sequel is going to be a tad bit darker than this piece. I want Storm to really be in touch with her history; her heritage.

Summary: David Munroe's photography job takes him to a tribe in Kenya where he finds the High Priestess, N'Dare. The two fall into a forbidden love which is frowned upon the tribe. (R&R)

Epilogue

Near New York – Days Later

Twitching upon his lips was a small smile upon inhaling a breath of the salty sea air. His hands grasped the railing as he leaned his body weight forward. Dark brown eyes gazed on the water rushing past the boat, he couldn't' believe they were finally going home; back to the Big Apple. David lifted the camera that hanged around his neck, and brought it to his eye in order to take a picture of the sea. Through the lenses, David could see the New York coast; they had been sailing for days. He lowered the camera, they were going to pass the Statue of Liberty; N'Dare had to see this.

Amazingly, he still had the camera. It was a wonder he didn't loose it on their journey back. Of course, he would have been extremely upset if he lost it. Even if they had a very horrible experience, he still managed to get some decent photographs; photographs that he would try to sell, to try to earn some money. He wasn't going to lie, it was hard being a photographer, especially when the jobs weren't coming in and now that N'Dare would be with him, he would have to take up a real job on top of the photography – he didn't mind. He would finally be happy working whatever job he managed since he'd have N'Dare to come home to every single day.

David carefully placed his camera back into its case before heading to the rooms. Robert had done nothing better but sleep during the whole ride. A couple of times, David spotted his old friend on deck, catching a few rays, claiming it would be a pain in the ass to get a tan when they reached home; Robert would be piled with work for the paper. N'Dare, on the other hand, was very much the opposite. She was always, usually, on deck enjoying the view of the majestic sea, but at the moment he knew she was still resting in bed. Last night, they had been up late just talking to each other about random things.

Stepping inside the room they were assigned, he instantly noticed her spread out on the bed, just like he left her nearly an hour before. The blanket was tangled over her body as her head rested against the pillows. They weren't the softest of all pillows, but they did the job nonetheless. The smile on his face grew as he shuffled over to the edge of the bed. She turned herself over, curling up her body closer; he placed his hand gently on her slender shoulder, gently shaking her awake.

N'Dare inhaled deeply before squinting up towards David. The corners of her lips sneered slightly as she fought back a yawn before sitting up. Her long white hair fell over her shoulder, blending in with the white tank top she was currently wearing. "Are we at all close? This ship… Being on board makes me sick to my stomach. It's so… cramped."

"You don't like small spaces?" David questioned, raising an eyebrow at this new bit of information.

"No, that's not it." She shook her head, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, brushing back her hair. "I don't fear small spaces. I'm not claustrophobic, if that's what you're asking. I just don't enjoy being in such a cramped area for this long of time, which is why I spent my time on deck – there is more fresh air."

"I guess that makes sense." He shrugged his shoulders. "You grew up in the open wild… Small spaces really aren't your thing."

"But I can if I must. I just prefer to be outside." She stood up, pulling her hair together into a high pony tail. "How is it like in your home…?"

David stood as well, "Well… It's not… It's not really open and fresh air is a bit hard to come by, but the Big Apple does grow on you after time." He explained. "It's different from what you're use to, that's for sure, but you'll adjust." He stated, watching her pull a belt back onto her jean shorts. "We're going to be there really soon. That's why I came up here. You have to come on the deck and see the Statue of Liberty."

"Statue of Liberty?" She asked as he grabbed her hand and lead her out of the room; towards the deck.

"Yeah, the Statue of Liberty; Liberty Enlightening the World. It's a massive statue that was given to the United States by France in the 19th century. It represents freedom." He explained.

"Freedom." She beamed, stepping onto the deck. He guided her towards the railing and pointed towards the statue in the distance. N'Dare leaned against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

He placed a kiss on her cheek, "Freedom." He repeated. "You'll never have to deal with Hungan ever again; you're safe."

"I'm starting a new life." She murmured. "And I don't have any remote idea if I will enjoy it or not, nor do I have a chose anymore… I can't turn back anymore."

David turned her around so she was now facing him, "You left your homeland for me. You could have easily avoid any contact with me when you were High Priestess. You've already given up more than anything I could offer, but that doesn't mean I won't try either." He pointed out. "My apartment isn't big, but it's at a good location. The cafes are amazing…" He paused for a moment. "N'Dare, will you marry me?" He asked softly.

She raised an eyebrow. This wasn't how they normally purposed in the American culture now was it? She was told that the man knelt down on one knee with a small ring box and they would say the most wonderful thing. Honestly, what David just said… was a tad bit corny for her taste, but what the hell… Who was it going to hurt?

"Of course…" She replied.

New York – Munroes' Apartment – Two Years Later

"Sleep…" N'Dare spoke softly, leaning against the wooden railing of the crib that had been set up months before in the newly decorated nursery. A warm smile came to her face as she watched the small baby girl yawn in her slumber. It had taken a lot out of her… to get use to this new environment, but she didn't mind. Their apartment was located on the top floor of the building. It was easy to get on top of the roof for a bit of… fresh air.

They had married in a small ceremony; all of David's family members were there mostly. There really wasn't anyone she could possibly have her own family over. They were all dead, sadly, but it was still a great day nonetheless. Then she became pregnant nearly a year later with their beloved little daughter.

"Is Ororo already sleeping?" David whispered from the doorway.

N'Dare looked over her shoulder, "What do you expect? You came home late again," she said. "And Ororo needs all the sleep she can get."

David walked up behind her to place his hands on her shoulders. He gazed into the crib, "She's so beautiful…"

"And we are always going to be there for her." N'Dare pointed out. "My grandmother died when my mother was young… and my mother died when I was a child. I won't allow Ororo to have the same fate…"

The End