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Notes: The couple in this one are not canon - very not
canon - but you don't really need to know how they got together for
the story to work. Which is lucky, really, cos I haven't finished
the story where that happens. Or, um, started it, for that matter...
I've done my best to keep everyone in character, and I think
I did okay, especially since there's like, explainy stuff that's happened
in the prequel (convenient, that ;-)) but what do y'all think, huh?
I know the style is a little weird too, but I messed around, and this
just felt the way to do it. Hope it makes sense. If not - tell
me! It's okay. I don't know where you live.
Also, this is not in answer to any challenge whatsoever. Just thought
I'd say that.
Oh yeah, and I don't really see why Storm shouldn't use the occasional
contraction, on special occasions, so sometimes I let her. Neeners
if you don't like it. ;-P
That morning the sun had been shining like it was never going to
She'd said, "Our friends are probably going to be a little...
taken aback, by this turn of events, do you not think?"
He'd said, "Yeah. Well, I can deal with the death threats if
you can deal with the offers of therapy."
She'd thought he was joking.
"They are our friends, Robert. I know this is... unexpected,
in many ways, but they will be happy for us." He laughed and
shook his head.
"Me, they'll be happy for," he said without bitterness.
"You they'll commit." And he rolled, and kissed her with
a fierceness, that at the time, she'd thought was joy.
"It's not that he ain't a good kid, `Roro," She could hear
the `but' coming a mile off. "But you deserve someone..."
She wondered bleakly if there was any chance the missing word wouldn't
make her want to scream and spoke before she had to hear it.
"I have the someone I want. The someone I love. Be happy for
me Logan." She did her best not to make it sound like an order.
And it started to rain.
"Stormy, you wan' to tell me what's goin' on?" He sounded
"I'm not sure what you mean Remy. I have already told you -"
"Oui. You an' Drake. Ver' funny. Not your usual brand of humour,
"Remy ... it is not a joke."
"You got dat right. What you doin' wit' someone like dat?"
He sounded, she thought, almost indignant. "He ain't de one for
"... Really." And she, she sounded nothing but cold. Distant.
A woman upholding her reputation as a goddess. "And you speak
from experience, of-course, as one whose relationships have always
been so successful."
"Jus' cos my love life be a mess, don' mean I can't see when
you're making a mistake. Jus' like you did wit' Forge. Chere, don'
you see? You settling for second best, takin' whoever offers, jus'
not to be alone. You deserve better, Stormy -" Patience snapped.
"That is enough Remy."
And more than enough. And it rained.
"Hey Gambit." Bobby tilted his head back and breathed in,
eyes shut. "So, I guess `Ro's pretty upset, huh."
"...Oui. Looks like."
"She didn't actually tell me she was upset, ofcourse,
but -" he gestured at the heavy rain lacing the evening, "
- I took a wild intuitive leap." Remy made a small snort of amusement,
and shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm gonna take another wild intuitive leap, and assume the
reason she won't tell me what's up, is because it's about me. And
she doesn't want to hurt my feelings by telling me that all her friends
think she's making a major mistake. Am I right?"
"Look," Remy began awkwardly, "Drake,"
"Don't, LeBeau," Bobby said, perfectly calm, "You
don't have to defend yourself to me, and you don't need to apologise.
I mean, you're right." He shrugged, "I'm not good enough
for her. But for some reason she gets upset when people point that
out. So just tell her you're very sorry, and you'll never do it again,
and maybe it'll stop raining sometime this decade, okay?" He
paused, "Not that I really mind, to be honest. I kinda like the
rain. But those of us who like to sit on the roof and brood might
catch pneumonia. Y'know?" He looked down at the other man, and
shook his head, slightly disbelieving at the sheer amount of water
he'd absorbed. "Jesus, man, you look like shit." He hit
the other man companionably on the shoulder as turned towards the
door. "Just apologise, mon ami." He advised, sounding almost
cheerful. "I'm sure you can make it sound sincere."
Ororo moved away from the skylight slowly. It was not... dignified
to eavesdrop, and truly, she had not intended to, had been going to
go out and talk to Remy, try and clear the air but... I'm not good
enough for her... Her fingers itched for something to throw. Her
eyes itched to cry.
She controlled both impulses firmly.
But the rain did not stop.
"Did he do something to upset you already Ororo? You look mad."
"No. He did not."
"Uh huh. So why is it raining like this?"
"Did you want something in particular Katherine?"
"I guess I'm just... surprised." Surprised was acceptable,
Ororo thought tightly. Surprised was fine. Who would not be surprised?
She had been surprised. "I mean - Drake? He doesn't exactly
seem your type." She could deal with surprised.
"Indeed? I had not realised you had spend so much time getting
to know him. Or any time, for that matter."
"Ouch. But really Ororo... I just - I mean, I know you've been
friends for a while, but -"
"Kitten... I have been... careful, not to attempt any interference
between you and Peter -"
"Storm, that's hardly -"
"And I would appreciate it if you would do me the same courtesy."
And it rained.
"Hey Ororo." A quizzical stare that would not have bothered
her on any other day, today cut under her skin like a knife. "So...
"Wow." He blinked. "That's... well, I guess weirder
things have happened. Just don't ask me to name three..." She
did her best to smile.
"Ororo... are you... I mean, are you sure? Is he really
"Warren, he is your friend," and she could not contain
the horror in her voice, could not keep it from her face.
"Well of course he is." Surprise and self-evident truths
in his voice. "I guess I just don't understand what you -"
Oh Goddess, Warren, no, please, if he says `see in him', I will
never forgive him-
" - two can have in common." And if it was not quite the
betrayal she had feared, still, she felt nothing so much as grief.
"You - you might be surprised." She managed at length.
"Oh." And he seemed, thankfully, to sense the conversation
was at an end. "Sure, okay. I mean, I'm glad for you `Ro, if
he makes you happy." He smiled, and kissed her gently on the
forehead. "He's a very lucky guy." And she nodded numbly,
her face carefully blank.
As it rained.
He's a very lucky guy.
It was not the first time she'd been told that today.
A very lucky guy.
Not nearly the first time.
But no-one had told her she was a lucky woman.
Not good enough for her.
Why had no-one told her she was a lucky woman?
"I mean, I'm happy for you Ororo... really I am."
"Yes Kitten. You look happy."
Not good enough for her.
"Get OUT Remy. Now."
"But Stormy -"
Not good enough for *her*.
"Roro, c'mon, I was just tryin' ta -"
Not good enough?!
He's not good enough and a very lucky guy.
A very lucky guy and not good enough for her.
A very lucky guy.
Not good enough.
"Ororo...? Is everything all right?"
. . . .
"... Yes, Henry. I just... broke a favourite vase, that's all."
The wind swept up the pieces easily, and she funnelled them dismissively
into the bin, keeping her back to him. "Was there something I
could do for you?"
No. Please no. Please no, no, no, not Hank, please, Goddess, I
beg of you, I beg, I beg -
"I was just wondering if you were feeling quite well? Entirely
"Why would you ask that?" And she could not, could not
keep from snapping at him, as her heart turned to ice in her chest,
not Hank, but...
"Well, the weather has been unexpectedly tempestuous of late,
and it's not really the season for it." He waited for her to
say something, and when she did not, continued, "Ororo... I hate
to jump to conclusions, but I can't help getting the impression that
you're not entirely... shall we say, jubilant? Ecstatic? Delighted
with the state of the world and your place in it? And... I had rather
thought you'd be in a better mood...?" Another pause. "After
all, love is supposed to make you happy. Or so I've heard it
rumoured." And he peered at her anxiously, as if looking for
something he could fix.
Oh. She closed her eyes a moment, blinking back tears of relief.
Oh... thank you, bright lady.
"Hank." She turned to face him, and he smiled at her, happiness
warily mixing with concern. She smiled back, recalling to herself
the joy she had felt that morning.
"I," she said slowly and clearly, "I, am a very, lucky,
He blinked in surprise.
"Indeed," he said seriously, "You most certainly are,
Ororo." And he tilted his head at her slightly, a bemused smile
still on his lips, as if he did not understand why she was even stating
something so obvious, as if it was a joke he didn't get.
`I don't get it either,' she thought about saying, `Oh my friend,
ohh, my love, I don't get it,' and wrapped her arms about herself,
laughing until she cried, tears sliding down her face like rain, rain,
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