Chapter 3

Disclaimer I don't own Teen Titans…or The Justice League…sniff…or…tear… X-Men. I am not making any money off this fic. I am just a broke ass Otaku. The tears…so bitter. This goes for the whole fic so don't sue me! Dear god! I can't even afford new socks! Lmao…no seriously.

Author's Note: So…I'm back. I don't think I took as long to update this time…I don't think. But, sorry for the long update anyway. Hands you cookies of atonement.

AN2: Bow before The Mad Scientist! She is the almighty environmental scientist.
AN 3: "Lalala" Means talking.

'Lalala' Means thinking.

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October 1, 2007

"So Cumulus clouds…."

Ororo Monroe stopped mid stroke and mid sentence on the black board.

Bobby Drake's hand froze on Rogue's desk, and Jubilation Lee paused with her paper ball raised and ready to be thrown. The silence dawned on the class gradually as they all turned to stare at their teacher. John flicked his lighter nervously and sat up straighter in his chair.

"Ms. Monroe," Jubilee asked worriedly.

The kids looked around at each other questioningly before Kitty Pride slowly stood. "M…Ms. Monroe," she stuttered when she got to her feet.

Ororo's head snapped to the right and her eyes began going white. Soon the sky began to darken, and a deep rumbling could be heard on the horizon.

Kitty took a step back and nearly jumped out of her skin when the windows burst open, showering the students with small bits of glass. Several children screamed and leapt out of their seats, cautiously edging away from the white haired woman.

Piotr stared at Ororo and something struck him. He followed her line of vision to the window and his eyes widened. The sky was covered with thick, almost black, rain clouds, and huge bolts of lightning began to strike the earth.

Quickly the children ran to the door, but when they reached it, it wouldn't open. Desks began flying, and the entire mansion shook as a massive tornado touched down only a few miles away from the school.

Through the screams and crashing sounds of furniture smashing against the walls, Ororo stood perfectly still. Her hand was still, raised against the chalk board, held at the first curve of the letter C. Her hair flew wildly around her head and face, and her eyes remained wide and unblinking at the blackened sky.

Suddenly, the door flew open.

"Jean quickly, put a field around the children," the professor ordered. Jean immediately complied as Gambit Cyclops and Rogue ushered the frantic children out of the maelstrom. The Professor, like one year ago, tried desperately to reach out to Ororo. But, again, he felt the searing pain and stopped.

Logan appeared in the doorway and looked on, stunned at the state of the room. "Professor," he yelled over the howling winds and smashing furniture. "What happened?"

'We don't know Logan. I felt the sudden slip of Storm's control barriers. Then I heard the children screaming.' He turned to Jean. 'Jean! Can you restrain her?'

'I don't know Professor!'

'Try Jean! You must try!'

Jean concentrated on Ororo's back, and for a moment the winds slowed, but then Ororo began to move. Her movements were broken, slow, like a sluggishly animating doll. She let go of the chalk and it immediately flew out of her hand to join the rest of the whipping debris. She turned and narrowed her pale eyes at Jean, who slowly began to stand.

When she got to her feet Ororo's face had morphed into a mask of anger, and Cyclops wheeled the Professor back. Ororo bared her teeth like a wild animal as Jeans eyes began to glow a bright fire-like orange red.

Lightning began visibly crackling from Ororo's eyes, and suddenly the wind in the room picked up exponentially. Three of the four walls, along with the ceiling, were ripped away as Jean was thrown back and through the adjacent wall.

"Jean," Logan and Cyclops yelled.

Soon the X-men were holding on to whatever was nailed down, and Logan could barely keep his eyes open as the wind battered his face. He rammed his claws into the floor and the door frame as he squinted trying to get a glimpse of Ororo. He was the first to see the child standing in the middle of the room.

Her bright red dress and shoes stood out against the earthen tones of what was left of the classroom. Her long auburn curls whipped, as if in slow motion, around her face. And when she looked back at him those large copper eyes seemed pained.

Logan looked again at Ororo as her feet slowly left the floor. Her hands were clenched in fists, held out at her sides, and large tears leapt into the wind as she gazed down at the scarlet child.

Allegra held back her own tears and stepped farther into the room. She raised her arms as if to embrace Ororo but the wind only picked up, completely blowing the roof off the mansion. Logan Scott and the Professor were finally thrown back, and the earth shook as three more tornadoes touched down around the campus.

And then Allegra spoke….

"Yetunde…Sora…."

The softly spoken words rippled through the room, visibly striking Ororo.

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Consciousness returned quickly to Logan, and he blinked the dust from his eyes. Abruptly he stood and shook himself. He looked around the crumbling mahogany colored hall and stumbled slightly towards what used to be a classroom. A few feet away from him lay the professor and Scott, covered in rubble, but Logan's eyes were glued to the sight directly in front of him.

Bright golden sunlight reflected off of silken white hair splayed across the floor. The small red child knelt before Storm's silent prone body, cradled in soft green arms. Logan cautiously came to stand behind the child, and watched somberly as a small stream of tears slid from Ororo's closed eyes.

Then his eyes fell on the glowing golden brown hair of the kneeling child. Again she held her arms out and, gently, the green boy laid the sleeping woman down to rest her head on the crimson lap.

Suddenly the strangeness of the bright green arms struck Logan, and he looked sharply at the boy bent to rest on one knee facing the child. He couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, but he was well muscled and seemed tall even bent so low. He had long waist length green hair, glowing jade eyes, and massive emerald and black wings. His features were soft and handsome, and the arch and tips of his wings were flame colored.

He knelt, staring at the little girl, as if Logan wasn't even there, and suddenly he too fainted. The red girl pulled him to her as best she could, until his head also rested in her lap. She pulled them both close and bent slowly to rest a gentle kiss on each of their heads. She lingered there a moment, breathing in their scent and nuzzling them like a mother cat, before sitting up and looking Logan in the eyes.

"Bring Jean to me."

Logan opened his mouth to speak but the words wouldn't come. He felt the command more than he heard it, and his body moved of its own accord to comply.

Quickly he braced himself over the rubble, and when he reached the giant gaping hole in the wall adjacent to the ruined classroom he stared wide-eyed. Jean lay half buried under ruble and dust, out cold.

Logan rushed to her side and as he bent to free her he noticed the slight red tinge at the roots of her hair.

Carefully he picked her up and carried her back into the classroom. When he came to a stop in front of the unknown child she again reached out her arms, and as he laid her head on the small remainder of the rose covered lap she began to silently cry. Again she bent to kiss and cuddle the three, but her shoulders shook terribly. Logan himself was near tears as he watched the small hands try to hug the three of them at once.

"I'm here now…Mommy's here now," she whispered between quiet sobs.

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"Beast Boy?"

"Yo BB, where you at man?"

"Ahhhhh," Robin yawned, scratching his stomach through puppy clad pajamas . "Hay Cyborg, what's for breakfast?"

When he didn't get an answer he rubbed his eyes through his mask and looked around.

"Beast Boy," Raven drawled questioningly.

"What's going on guys," Robin asked now fully alert.

Starfire lowered the sofa she'd been looking under. "Beast Boy! He is missing!"

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I can't believe how fast this update is! Wew Hoo!

Now, you know a review would be a great reward for a faster update. Onegai?! Either way this story will continue.

I hate when authors hold chapters for ransom! Oh, and Yetunde is Nigerian for "mother comes back". Ja ne!