Me: Sorry, peoples for taking SO long, I wanted to do a couple chappies in my other story. You people are amazing if you can juggle two stories at once! Well, I'll make this short, so you can get to the chappie. BTW (by the way), I'd just like to give a shout-out to Princess of the High Lands, "HI! HOW ARE YA, BEIRII! MAKE SURE AND REVIEW (or else)! BYYEEEE!" (Yes, I know I'm crazy, I'm signing up for an asylum right now. . .you weren't supposed to know that. . .grr. . .)

Chapter Five: Another Reunion

"You're stuck?" Wolverine asks, a tad bit unbelieving, but still understandable, since she's not visible.

"Yes, you have a problem with that tough guy? I can drain the energy right out of you!" Omorose retorts.

"You can, but would you? If you're related to Storm, you have a taste for justice, which doesn't include harming whoever you please. Am I right?" Wolverine inquires of the hovering mass of energy.

". . .You've won this round hairy one," Omorose sadly admits. Wolverine growls at her remark, but he won, so it didn't matter. . .for now.

Storm lay down again upon the bed, continuing to clutch her elbow and occasionally scratch her neck, for the pain in both areas was immense, but she gallantly endured.

"We're almost there," Cyclops announcs as they near the mansion. He glanced back to see how Storm was holding up, who was beginning to wince a little more often. He also looked at Wolverine who was glaring at air, Omorose, who was supposedly glaring back. At this sight, Cyclops rolled his unseen eyes and goes back to keeping watch.

As the land the plane under the basketball court, Professor X commands, 'Bring Storm to the clinic, and bring her sister to me, I'm in my classroom.'

"And why wouldn't we take Storm to the clinic?" Wolverine wonders aloud. "And why would the professor want something with this mischievous girl."

"One, I'm not a girl, I'm Ororo's age! I'm a woman! Two, you're right, I'm mischievous," Omorose claims, she was getting pushed too far. At that, she apparently went through Wolverine, for he had a creeped out, disturbed and disgusted look on his face. Once he gains himself back, he picks up Storm and throws her over his bulky shoulder. He's so caring.

"Oof! Uh, thanks Logan," Storm sarcastically remarks painfully. "You'll live," was how sympathetic Wolverine proved to be.

They walked through the mansion to the clinic. Logan plopped Ororo down on one of the beds. "You'revery gentle, Logan," Scott smirks. "You gonna be okay, Ororo?"

"Just fine," Ororo semi-lies while she squints from the wounds.He hesitates before he walks away to the classroom. A few seconds go by when Ororo states, "Rose (RO-suh), you have to go to the classroom and converse with Professor X, he'll help you."

Omorose sniffs, "But what about you?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry. Now, scurry along, the professor's waiting for you," Ororo orders. Soon, she felt no more energy surrounding her, and at this, she sighs. Soon after, though, she is no longer alone and accompanied by Rogue, who gasps then rushes up to her.

"Uh-huh, now Omorose, you have to try and reverse the effect," Professor X suggests.

"What do you think I've been doing for the past, what, ten years? I've tried! The only thing that comes of it is a force shield! I'm telling you, I don't know how to turn back!" Omorose frustratingly exclaims.

"Well, if you don't know, than none of us know. All I can think of is try to have the same feelings, same emotions, same everything as the day you turned into energy. If that doesn't work, than think of the opposites," Charles tries to help.

You hear a sigh from the direction Omorose had been speaking. All of a sudden, the room had gotten excessively hot, and the lights were flickering, and everyone had started feeling ill, losing their energy. "IT'S NOT WORKING!" She irely screams. When she notices that they are terribly weak, she lets off the anger and returns everything back to normal.

"Sorry, I, it was, I didn't mean. . .sorry," Omorose shamefully apologizes.

"Apparently, that didn't work. I'm leaving before I puke or something," Logan claims as he exits the classroom.

Charles begins to speak, "It's okay, that's why you're here, to learn how to use your abilities. Now, what feelings did you have when you turned into this mass of energy?"

"I was confused, rageful, bereaved," she answered.

Scott spoke up from the corner, "And all of which seemed like what you were feeling just a minute ago?" Omorose confirms, "Yes."

Nobody had to tell Omorose what she had to feel since those negative feelings didn't work, everyone in that room knew she had to feel understanding, happy, ecstatic.

"I can't be happy with everything that's happening, sure understanding, but not. . ." Omorose starts to lament but is cut off when the doors are flung open and Rogue comes barging through.

"Ororo is gonna be just fine!" Rogue exclaims joyfully with a backpack around her shoulder.

"Marie!" Omorose shouts excitedly to Rogue, who freaks out looking for who was talking to her.

Then, Omorose gradually turned from energy to a solid human being. But before she became completely visible, Omorose questions embarrassed, "Does anyone have something I could wear, y'know, anything?" At that everyone looks away from that direction.

"I'll go get you a shirt," Scott states as he dashes off.

Rogue offers, "Well, are you a skirt person, 'cause I have a couple skirts, one size fits all, they're stretch."

"Sure, anything!" Omorose accepts. At that, Rogue digs through her backpack looking for any article of clothing, "Here!" She holds up a longwhite skirt of which Omorose snatched with a "Thank you!" and slipped it on. Omorose pulled it up as a strapless mini-dress while she waits for the shirt, because she was completely. . .there.

Scott cautiously opens the door. "It's okay, Scott. Come in," Rogue assures. He walks in and hands the shirt to the humiliated Omorose. She puts the shirt on, then pulls down the 'dress' as a skirt, like it's supposed to be used. The baby blue button up collared shirt corresponded with her aquamarine eyes, and the chalky skirt matched completely well with Omorose's knee-long ivory hair (being energy, she never had the chance to cut it).

"Could, uh, someone cut off this ton-pound thing on my head called hair?" Omorose wondered. Scott looked around then sighed, "How short do you want it?"

"Shorter than this, that's all. Cut it however you want, my hair could be buzzed for all I care, just get this nuisance off of me!" Omorose shouts. But, before Scott zaps off the hair, Ororo walks in. She was still in pain, but she was well enough after getting a pain reliever to waltz around the mansion, (maybe do a backflip or two).

"Omorose, you, you look great! That shirt looks familiar," Ororo trails off.

"Omorose? I knew an Omoro. . .no way. Omorose Munroe, she, you, was or is ten years older than me," Rogue confusingly whispered, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"How do you know her, Rogue?" Charles asks.

Rogue answers, "She was in the same orphanage as I was."

"I'd hate to be rude or anything, but this monster is killing my neck," Omorose pointed to her hair. Scott zapped her hair, but didn't think where the lasers would go after it cut through her hair. But, Omorose had that covered, it's called a force shield. He cut her hair at about chin-length, not very long. Then, his beams hit the shield. "Got it covered," she states.

"Uh, thanks. Sorry," Scott apologizes.

"Well, no rush or anything, but, we have to go and stop Magneto! They're releasing the 'Chaleenstrome' tomorrow," Ororo urges.

Me: I know, I know, you don't have to tell me: it's LAME! But, if you really want you I won't stop you from reviewing (actually I'd appreciate and prefer that you'd review). Reminder: Please no cussing or indication of cussing. And if you submit a flame, please explain your reason for thinking so (but, I think it's pretty obvious. . .THIS WHOLE STORY IS TERRIBLE! Yet, I continue. . .I told you I'm crazy). But, yea.

P.S. "HI AGAIN, BEIRII!"