Two hours later

Ororo and Xavier were casually lounging in his room. Ororo turned to face the man whom she considers her father.

"Why didn't you come back, Charles?" She asked, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I was gone for about 2 months, Ororo. When I entered the mind of this man, I could not walk or anything. It took me another 2 months to learn to walk." Charles replied

"But why did you wait for almost a year to past. Why!" Ororo cried.

"Because, my dear Ororo, I have to clear much important stuff first."

Ororo looked down, shamefaced.

"Sorry…Dad." She replied hesitantly.

"er…Ororo, why do you call him dad just now?" Logan popped his head into the room.

Ororo looked at Logan in surprise. "What?" she asked.

"I just asked why you called Chuck dad. It's weird." Logan replied.

"oh that…. I don't know. It just came to me."

"Never mind then. You two have a good chat. I will be going to bed now." Logan then excused himself from the room

"Why Ororo, did you call me dad?" Xavier asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Ororo blushed a deep red.

"Its ok you know. From what I recall, you have been calling me dad since I adopted you."

Xavier replied.

Ororo eyes widened.

"I…you adopted me? When?"

"You didn't know? I thought I told you. I adopted you when you are 5. After your parents died, you are left in an orphanage. Then, I adopted you. Don't you remember?"

"So you ARE my dad after all." Ororo laughed like a child.

Xavier interrupted her.

"Where's Jean?" He asked.

Ororo's eyes became hooded. "She's…. dead."

"But how?" Xavier asked, bewildered.

"Logan killed her. She was the phoenix then."

Xavier bowed his head. "I suppose that's inevitable. How are you?"

"Fine." Ororo lied.

"Don't lie to me child. Tell me honestly."

"I… miss her." Ororo replied.

"I know. me too." Xavier replied, lowering his head a little.

A silence ensued.

"Do you still remember that summer when we first saw Eric?" Xavier asked, breaking the silence.

Ororo lifted her head. Of course she remembered. That summer when it all changed.

/flashback/

Ororo was a small child of 5 then. Barely reaching up to Xavier's waist. That summer was the summer of 1980. Ororo saw a tall man approaching her. She held on to Xavier's hand tightly. That man was carrying a child with him. "Who is it, papa?" she asked, gripping his hand tightly. Xavier leaned down and whispered. "Don't be afraid. Its my old friend, Eric."

Eric Lensherr bended down and looked at Ororo.

"She's young Charles."

"Yes I know." Charles replied. "She's only 5 after all."

Ororo didn't like they way both men were ignoring her. She walked over to Xavier and tugged his hand. "Who is the person beside Eric, dad?" She asked.

Xavier looked t the child standing beside Eric. "Who is she, Eric?" he asked.

"She's Jean, my friend. I found her when her parents threw her out." Eric replied.

Jean stirred in his arms.

"Where am I?"

/end flashback/

She could still remember that. Of course. It was then she met Jean. Jean. That sister she was so glad to have.

"I miss her Charles. I miss her." Ororo threw herself into Xavier's arms and sobbed.

"Me too. Ororo, me too." Xavier replied, smoothing down Ororo's hair, wishing that she was a child again. So he could just reassure her that everything was okay and it's all a bad dream.

Both of them lay in each others arms and slept through the night. Ororo, for once, did not have any nightmares.