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Rise of the Storm	By : Trinity Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Ororo Views: 5758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Teachers

Ororo Munroe/Storm
Logan/Wolverine
Henry McCoy/Hank
Warren Worthington lll/Angel
Peter Rasputin/Colossus
Remy Lebeau/Gambit
Xian Coy Manh/Karma
Jeanne-Marie Beaubier/Aurora
Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar
Alexander Summers/ Havok
Gabriel Summers/Vulcan

Students

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler
Bobby Drake/Iceman
Marie/Rogue
Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat
Jubiliation Lee/Jubilee
Megan Gwynn/Pixie
Amara Julianna Olivians Aquilla/Magma
Samuel Zachary Guthrie/ Cannonball
Evan Daniels/Spyke
Rahne sinclair/Wolsbane
Tabitha Smith/Boom-Boom
Ray Carter/Berzerker
Roberto Da Costa/Sunspot

Chapter 4

Rise of the Storm

Nightmares

As Ororo walked down the hall heels clicking on the hardwood and silent on the rugs that were spaced out. Thinking about what she would say to Rogue just to keep her mind off of what she had just done. Even though Rogue was 'cured' that didn't mean she wasn't still a mutant and it also didn't change the fact that she would reside here. Entering the rec room she looked over the students presiding there. Megan stood at the pool table, wings like a butterfly, although see through, sprouted from her back and they were a kaleidoscope of colors. Across from her stood Amara a powerful mutant or so Ororo had heard from Kitty. Rahne and Tabitha sat off to the side obviously playing in teams at the pool table. Bobby, Samuel, Evan, and Roberto were crowded around the TV watching some sports game. They all yelled at the same time making Ororo smile. Kitty, Jubiliation and Kurt were sitting at the table playing cards. She stepped over to the table and smiled at the three.

"Have any of you seen Rogue?" Jubilee looked up from her cards and then looked back down.

"Yep she is in the Library." Ororo nodded and left them to their card game throwing a thank you over her shoulder as she left.

The Library was right next to the new wing that they had added after the professor had died. They had many more kids this year and needed the space so the teachers were there because the rooms were bigger. Walking down the hall she wondered over what she could say to Rogue. Something had been troubling the young Mutant for a while now and with Jean gone there was no adult female for her to talk to at least until recently. Magneto had believed there was a war coming and Ororo was not too naive to believe that he was wrong. There was a war coming and the people who lived here were all that stood between a devastating war and possible peace. Taking a deep breath she turned the corner and saw Jeanne-Marie ahead of her having a conversation with Warren the closer she got the louder the conversation seemed to get.

"What do you mean your not interested?!" Warren took a step back.

"No offense I just don't think that peach, pecan and raisin ice cream sounds appetizing." Ororo stifled a giggle and turned into the library before she could get pulled into the conversation.

"You have no taste!" Jeanne-Marie voice raised to a new octave and Warren replied.

"Nope I'd just rather not torture my taste buds today." The rest of the conversation continued as she walked deeper into the library. She waved to Karma as she walked towards the window seats where Rogue was sitting engrossed in a book. Ororo sat across from her at the window seat and looked out the window. Admiring again the beauty of the grounds. Ororo respected Rogue to give her the same time she would expect from anyone to finish the paragraph or chapter. But Rogue must respect her as well because only a minute or two passed before Rogue closed the book.

"The Invention of Telepathy." Ororo looked back up at Rogue, the book was an old hardcover but it looked almost new. "Studying to be a telepath?" Rogue shook her head the strands of her hair whispering against her black tank top. Rogue had worn so many layers for so long that even in the middle of autumn she wore tank top and shorts.

"No the professor gave it to me. He believed that the limitations of my powers had to do with my mind and the memories of the people I absorbed." Ororo smiled softly whether she read the book because she missed Xavier or because she still held out some fear that her mutation would return, it didn't matter to Ororo.

"I have something I need to talk to you about." Rogue smiled an evil glint in her eye.

"You have my permission." For the first time in a long time Ororo was confused and after a moment Rogue just laughed. "Okay maybe you want to talk about something else first we can come back to that." Ororo cleared her throat and looked out the window sorting out her thoughts.

"You know that your home here will never change, with or without powers." Rogue nodded softly the smile disappearing from her lips. "I still don't believe that there was anything wrong with your powers. Although the decision you made was yours to make, I respect it. I would like to know if you would be interested in leading X-two." Ororo looked back at Rogue to gauge her reaction. A few emotions slipped over her face first was joy, fear and lastly a calm decisiveness. Inwardly Ororo had hope that even though Rogue would not have powers she could still be Rogue.

"Really? You want me to lead the second generation?"

"I can see no better choice. You flew the jet, you listen to orders but you also make your own choices. Not only that but you have seen things that the other students have yet to even dream of."

"What about Peter?"

"Peter will be apart of the X-men unless you choose not to lead." Ororo paused and took a deep breath looking around first before she spoke. "I need someone to keep an eye out with me. There is something off about the Summer brothers and," Ororo reached out and took Rogue's hand between her own. "I have come to trust you. You are one of the few people who saw what Jean did." Rogue knew that she was talking about when Jean closed the jet and saved everyone.

"What about Bobby or Kurt?" Ororo ran a hand through her hair and then leaned back releasing her hand.

"Bobby isn't the same anymore yes he is responsible and Kurt has not been here long enough to really lead a team. Maybe you haven't been either but I believe your experience speaks more volumes then anything else. Also dealing with your mutation has given you a more realistic view of the world." Rogue only nodded her hair swinging back and forth. Ororo tapped the book that Rogue had been reading.

"By the way if you'd have kept your mutation, I honestly believe that you would have figured out how to control it. Some day." Rogue smiled softly and looked out the window.

"I just didn't want to always worry about hurting someone if I got to close."

"I understand, Rogue you will always have a place with the X-Men even if the world would never accept you." Rogue smiled and hugged Ororo, she was surprised for a moment then hugged her back.

"I am sorry you lost your best friend but if you ever need a girl to talk to, I'm here."

"Thank you." Ororo hugged her a bit tighter but then pulled away.

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Wind whipped around her, her white hair spreading all around her. Slipping into her vision and she pushed it out of her eyes closing them for a moment. Nature. She had always been a force of nature. When her eyes opened she surveyed the destruction before her. X-men lay before her bloodied but alive, barely. Her eyes clouded to white and the winds kicked up. She rose above them but they were not her actions deep inside her heart clenched in terror.

"Storm, don't do this!" Rogue called laying on the ground her hand reaching out covered in blood. Next to her lay Remy his face drawn out and slack. Ororo lifted her hands as a tear slipped from her eyes. In her mind she was screaming 'It's not me! I wouldn't do this!' Then she heard a voice and she twirled looking at a man who swore to protect her.

"Storm!" His eyes pierced her "It's okay." Confusion flooded her face. How was this okay? There was no way that she would do this but the evidence was clear all around her. "It's okay."

"NO!" Her scream echoed as she sat bolt up in bed and came in contact with hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay." Ororo looked out at hazel eyes staring back at her seconds slipped into a minute before she realized who they belonged to and his voice slipped through the haze that her dream had left. "It was just a dream 'Ro." A few deep breaths and she could feel the dream fade slightly from her reality.

"Sorry." She breathed out but there were no other words that she could say. The dream seemed so real. Somehow Rogue taking Jean's place made it more real to her and then Remy... And Logan.

"Want to talk about it?" She glanced up at him pulling her knees up closer to her chest and then the sheet around her tank top and shorts. Ororo shook her head as her hair tickled her neck and back. Logan really looked at her his hazel eyes searching for a way in, a way to get her to open up.

Lately his sleep had been more peaceful, if the few hours he got every night could really be considered sleep. Tonight he had been roaming the mansion and something prickled at his senses just out of reach. So he kept going around the mansion until his feet brought him back to Ororo's door. He had been meaning to talk to her about the chaste kiss she had given him but in retro spec he wasn't sure it meant anything to her. While he was thinking of her, he heard her raised voice. "It's not me!" Within moments he was in her room and the soft skint and his claws were out before he heard her again. "I wouldn't do this!" Claws slipped back as he took the soft steps closer to her bed, his feet whispered along the floor and a few boards groaned in protest but otherwise the room was silent.

Next to the bed Logan rested a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay." Ororo shook in her sleep pulling the sheets closer so he spoke again trying to reach her in her slumber. "It's okay." The moment he finished speaking a scream ripped through her and she screamed her protest sitting up in fear.

Fear the room was thick with it and the beast within him it roared for blood. Wondering what could have scared the weather goddess so much that she was shaking with it for more then a few minutes.

"I could use a drink." Logan nodded at her words, slipped into the bathroom finding a glass on her sink and filling it. This gave Ororo the few precious moments she needed to collect herself when he returned to her side she felt slightly better. The water was cool and calming when it drifted to her stomach.

"You can tell me about it, might help." Ororo smiled softly placed the glass on her night stand.

"Just a nightmare." Logan raised an eyebrow Ororo's sleeping habits had never come up in conversation but he had never seen her so scared except for when Jean...

"I don't normally pry, but tell me." Ororo blinked her eyes she had forgotten who she was talking to.

"Long story short." The sigh that escaped her lips told Logan much more then her following words. "I was doing something that I just would have normally never done." A deep growl echoed over the room and she looked up into his hazel eyes to see the anger that rested there.

"Cut the crap." Logan inhaled through his nose as he spoke, he could smell the fear that lingered in the room and it was clear to him that this was not the first night she had woken to this 'nightmare'. "The stench in this room is thick with your fear. Besides If I am reading it right you have had this dream for almost a week, give or take a day or two." Logan's eyes focused back on Ororo and she squirmed beneath his gaze. The cold exterior she had so carefully built to keep her emotions under control started to slip and the fear that she had been feeling slammed into her. Thunder started to rumble outside and Logan glanced at the window seeing the first lightening strike flash right outside the window brightening the whole room in a few seconds. They were both blinded for a moment. Ororo was floored by how much Logan could smell.

"Everything was going so well I just pushed them off as dreams." Ororo's voice shook and as she spoke she was reliving them again. "At first I knew they couldn't be real I mean Jean's dead." It was only moments after the words left her mouth that the rain started. Whispering Ororo's secret fears to the world. "So I could write it off as just a dream." A deep breath and she continued after another set of thunder rumbled in the background. "But tonight... Tonight Rogue was there... She was wearing gloves again. Remy was there bleeding... everyone was there. And as I surveyed the destruction that..." Ororo shifted her eyes to the window talking more to the rain then to Logan it was the only way she could finish. "I had caused you called me, I turned to you and I knew that I didn't do it, but at the same time I did." Logan sat on the bed almost in front of her, his hand gently rested on her chin turning her to face him. White strands fell forward covering dark eyes, it was in this moment that Logan realized he had some sort of feelings for her. Pushing both the feelings and the strands of hair out of the way he looked deep in her eyes.

"I've told you I won't let that happen." Ororo took a deep breath. "Now although it is a wonderful night for a storm do you think you could quell that before someone gets suspicious and comes nosen about?" Just as sure as winter would come, eyes went white and as quickly as the thundering storm began it stopped. Closing her eyes she didn't see the look that crossed Logan's face but she did feel his hand resting on her knee. "I promise."

"Is there anything else you can remember?" Ororo leaned her head back and closed her eyes. This gave Logan a view of her chest that he had never had before. Specifically of her neck, the beast in him savagely clawed its way up trying to gain control. For a few tense moments he leaned forward, the weight on the bed shifting, if Ororo had noticed she didn't say anything or otherwise let it register. Finally gaining control he sat back waiting for her to answer. When she finally spoke it was so soft he almost missed it.

"I was crying and ready to kill everyone." As her head slid forward her hair cascaded down around her face, eyes opened and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Especially you." The look that rested in her eyes made him freeze and it was then that the beast slipped out. Logan leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear.

"You wouldn't be able to kill me." Before Logan could reign the beast in it took the opportunity to nibble on her ear. Just as Logan was ready to pull away he heard her soft moan again he froze and so did she. Inching back just enough to look into her eyes the surprise spread and was soon replaced by anger.

"Logan, thank you for your help but I think you should go." Had she slapped him it would have sat with him better. Pulling her legs over the edge of the bed she stood up, the cold seeping into her feet and it felt like her shields were renewed. Two steps and an arm slipped around her waist halting her trek to the bathroom. A muscled chest came to rest against her back and with a free hand he pulled her hair to her right shoulder. His hot breath caressed her neck and when he spoke it was like flames licking her skin. Desire swept through her in a way it hadn't in years.

"No." Leaning closer he laid his lips on her neck he took a deep breath through his nose. "Is that desire I smell?" Wrath spread through her smothering the desire as quickly as it arrived. Turning on her heel she used all her weight and pushed him as soon as she was facing him. Caught off guard he actually took a few steps back.

"Reign in your animal Logan! I am not one of those corner street whores that you can have on a whim!" Logan let a growl escape his lips but not because her words bothered him but because in her fury some of her powers had manifested and her hair was rising behind her. In this moment she looked like a goddess and it took all his control not to claim her in that moment. "Please leave we can talk about this more in the morning." The calm descended around her and Logan looked dejected that for a moment Ororo regretted saying things that harshly.

"No." Logan turned on his heel and walked to the door. "We don't need to talk about it ever again." As he walked out it felt as if a part of her went with him. A deep breath in and out, another one and then she felt the world tilt and righted again. Slipping into the bathroom she turned on the shower. There would be no more sleep for her tonight. Slipping under the spray of water, hot and caressing her like a lover. Normally the water put her fears to rest but not tonight.

Ororo emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel to find that it was 3 am. Today she did not feel the dresses she had been wearing of late. Pulling a tank top from her dresser that wrapped around her neck and left her shoulders bare it was light blue. Rummaging around she found a tan skirt that fell to her lower thigh. Braiding her hair was simple and before long she was slipping on low heals leaving her room behind.
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