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Only Time Will Tell
Chapter 11
Fears
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)

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Disclaimer: The usual, you all should know by now! I do not own X-men or any of the characters from it, they are owned by the genius’s Marvel!

A/N: Oh my god! It has been a VERY long time….I am very ashamed of myself for how long it has been. I am so very sorry, I heard some people thought I just was going silent and was finished with the fics….NO!! Never, I would not leave them like this!! . So very sorry, but school has been keeping me so very busy. So little time for sleep, I sleep when I come home from school and always busy. But I’m taking the time now out of my sleeping period, to write more! Because even ‘I’ want to know what’s going to happen in here ^^” But thank you all so much for reading my writings and I hope you enjoy! Here is the next chapter that was loooooong over due for updating!

And now! Let the chapter begin! And thanks so much Evilbon!! ^^”

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“Will she be alright Sarah?” A voice asked. Ororo couldn’t quit hear everything, but enough. The words spoken were slurred as her head continued to spin. She didn’t dare to even try and open her eyes. It was painful enough to try to even breathe.

The girl named Sarah nodded her head towards her leader.

Shaking her head, the one known as their ‘leader’ scowled.

“Callisto no matter how much you despise her, she will always be one of us.” One known as Skids spoke.

Callisto turned her head and released a growl. She was right. No matter how much she despised the so called ‘Weather Witch’. She would always belong with the Morlocks. Every one of them if it came down to it would side with Storm. There was no point. So why should she continue her banter?

Callisto smiled coyly to herself, because it was fun. Her mind told her.

Ororo managed to cover her ears with her hands, but a wave of pain shot down throughout her small body.

“Hey, no moving!” Callisto yelled. Shaking her head, she moved to Storm’s side and dabbed her face with a dirty cloth. They had nothing else, but at least it was some what decent and wet.

“Stupid girl.” Her mutterings became unclear as Ororo’s hearing once more faded along with her sight. Her mind spun like a whirl wind or a tornado. Throbbing pains ached throughout her form. She couldn’t feel much, but from what she could, she knew there had to be a few broken bones.

“Don’t worry your safe now.” Sarah spoke softly. Ororo’s eyes fluttered open and stared up into the young girl’s eyes.

“Marrow…” Her voice was soft as she whispered the girl’s name she had gotten from her mutant ability.

Sarah smiled down at their goddess, “You returned…” She whispered.

“Psh! None of that nonsense here Sarah…Not in front of the others. She will not stay, you already know that, so don’t go telling everyone so ya get their hopes up…again.” Callisto spoke coldly.

Ororo recognized that voice. Her eyes closed as the memories of her past engulfed her. The Morlocks…she could still hear his voice faint in her mind, screaming for release.

“I must leave!” She screamed suddenly, she could feel him fighting to return. All she had done was subdue him for a short period of time. Ororo’s head ached. It’s not normal for two persons to be held within one mind.

“Ha!” Callisto chuckled loudly, “What did I tell ya?”

Skids shook her head, “Her place isn’t here Callisto. We do not hold that against her.”

Ororo’s body floated from its resting place as a gust of wind whirled within the emptiness of the sewers. There was nothing but dampness and darkness all around. Ororo’s mind screamed to be free, to be wild, and to be in the open. Her hands flew to her head as the walls began to close in on her mind.

“Must…get outside…” She sobbed back tears. Sarah stood there in awe at what was happening in front of her. One moment her Storm had been lying there unconscious and lifeless, but now. She was levitating within the air, her hair flying wildly. Her eyes were no longer their ever loving blue. But now a blinding white. Fresh tears streamed down her chocolate skin and mixed with the blood that had been spilt.

“She’s claustrophobic!” Marrow screamed. Other Morlocks ran for safety as strong winds threatned their homes and ripped at their clothing.

Before anyone could say anything, Ororo shot down a long narrow tunnel within the sewers and up a manhole. The cover flew off into the wide open area of a street. The form of Ororo Munroe flew out, revealing herself to mother natures loving grasp of sunlight. The sun didn’t shine long though; dark clouds quickly covered it like lions to fresh meat.

Sarah quickly ran down the tunnel after the ‘Weather Witch.’ Callisto and Skids yelling after her, “Sarah!!”

“Storm!!” She screamed. An ice cold chill shot down her spine as she reached the manhole. Her eyes gleamed up into the one place she feared, the surface. Gulping a deep breath of air, she decided she would go after her. Climbing quickly, she appeared at the surface to see Storm still there within the air. She looked no different.

“Storm! Your unwell! You must return underground with me!”

Ororo heard the scream from somewhere on the side of her. Her instincts couldn’t sense anything other than fresh air, clouds, land. She was free. Her eyes danced around the area searching.

“The mansion…” She spoke softly. “I must return.”

“No!” Sarah yelled. She had somehow made her way right underneath Storm’s floating form.

Ororo fought the urge to fly freely within the clouds, to unleash all of Mother Nature’s doings, once more. She managed to keep a small amount of control.

“Sarah, get back.” She said loud enough for the girl to hear her. With that, she shot up into the air and her form quickly disappeared heading towards the only home she knew anymore, Xavier’s Institute.

“Storm!!” Sarah’s eyes quickly filled in tears as the one person she had ever really trusted disappeared once more into the vastness of the surface. She quickly felt alone and unsafe. Her eyes danced around the grounds filled with fear. Should she follow?

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“Any news?” Scott questioned, his face was dark. Sleep hadn’t come in days, for none of the X-men.

“Other than him wantin ta destroy the world, kill all mutants for himself, and be yet anotha all mighty, nah.” Rogue spoke softly.

Scott’s eyes fell upon the one person he ever truly loved once more. Jean had still remained lifeless, her body laying there in a coma. It had been two days since Ororo took off.

Turning, he watched the others, his fellow X-men. Rogue was sitting there with Gambit, trying to find a small piece of information within her mind. Anything to help figure out where their Ororo was. Gambit was just there, his eyes no longer full of life, still red, but darker than usual.

Xavier was off in a corner, still trying to search for some way to wake Jean up.

Logan… Scott’s eyes glanced around the room. Where was Logan?

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Logan threw another can of Canadian’s best, that was now empty, into the large pile that had begun to form. There he sat, on the cliff he had been with Ororo a few weeks back. One of the last days he had seen her alright. His eyes fell to the cans and he couldn’t help but laugh. No matter how much he drank, his mutant ability enabled him to be affected by the alcohol in any way shape or form.

Closing his eyes, he continued to think about her. He couldn’t stop anymore. She was all he ever thought about. There was no point in sleeping, every time he closed his eyes, there was her. Every time he took in a breath of fresh air, her.

“’Ro darlin’ where are ya?” He whispered into the lifeless sky. The cliff hadn’t looked so dull that day. She had been there. But now, it was as if it was dead. Uncared for.

Suddenly, a familiar sent filled his nostrils. Taking in a deep sniff, he shot up from where he sat.

“’Ro…” His eyes flew around, looking everywhere. He was now on alert, every muscle ready for attack and ready for her. He wasn’t going to let her get away, not this time.

The clouds grew dark and Logan could feel the hairs on every inch of his body stand on in…cold winds were blowing.

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Ororo flew as fast as she could, gaining closer and closer to her destination. Her body was weak, she could feel open wounds open further and spill her blood out onto the earth’s surface. There wasn’t an inch of her that didn’t hurt. Her mind was losing control fast; she could feel the hunger to be free continuing to grow larger and larger.

“I won’t be taken for granted once more…” Her words were soft as she finally flew over her favorite spot. She couldn’t make it any further so she let her body descend down onto its cliff. Her eyes stayed white as she neared the ground. There he was.

“Logan?!” She took in a deep breath as the ground got nearer; she wasn’t going to make it.

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Logan jumped at what he saw. There she was. His eyes focused onto her form that made itself clear into the opening. She was hurt, badly. Suddenly, she began to fall closer and closer to the ground. Logan shot forward just as she spoke, “Logan?!”

Just to hear her, see her. His heart began beating faster as she fell into his arms, catching her with ease. She wore barely anything, the clothing had been ripped everywhere only covering her private parts. Her body was full of cuts and open wounds. Logan wanted to hurl at the strong stench of blood that emanated from her body.

“’Ro darlin’, look at me, honey keep yer eyes open.” He spoke to her, his mind racing. What if she didn’t make it?

Ororo felt his arms wrap around her as she fell towards the ground. She knew it was him, her body ached to be held by him and she didn’t even know why.

“Dead…” Her mind yelled, he was trying to surface.

She smiled into his chest as he held her close. She could feel the words rumble around as deep breaths were taken and he spoke.

She tried to keep her eyes open, but it became harder and harder. They had finally returned to their beautiful blue and were now locked with his.

“Logan…” She spoke softly, her hand whipping away a small piece of hair that had been in his face.

He shoed her softly as she spoke, “Save yer energy darlin’.”

She smiled once more at him, he was so beautiful. That’s all she could think about, her senses were now full of him.

“Logan…I…I…” She couldn’t finish. She wanted to scream right there that she loved him and she was sorry for everything. But all she could think of was Jean. Tears fell down her face, “I hurt her.” She cried.

Logan knew exactly who she was talking about. Tears fell from his eyes as his knees finally gave way and hit the ground.
He didn’t let her go though, he continued to hold onto her.

“Darlin’ that was not yer fault… Shh…” He whispered softly as his heart ached for her. He took a whiff of her hair and couldn’t help but smile. She was home…

Her sobs brought him back from his thoughts and he remembered that she was hurt, badly. He mentally smacked himself, how couldn’t he of remembered that, the smell of blood was so strong, it was enough to knock a normal man out.

“’C’mon darlin’ we gotta getcha back to Chuck.” He fought to stand, his body not wanting to. All he wanted to do was hold onto her and comfort her, never let her go and tell her how much he loved her. But there would be plenty of time for that later, he hoped.

Just as he stood, she fainted.

“’Ro?” He spoke softly. She was out. He quickly picked up the pace and ran towards the mansion screaming, “Chuck! Guys! Help!!”

TBC

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A/N: Well there! What did ya think? This chapter is a lil long but it needed it for you all! I’m so sorry it took me so long! Hope ya enjoyed!! ^^”





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