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Only Time Will Tell
Chapter 6
Harsh realities
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)

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Disclaimer: Yes we have all heard this one many times before; I do not own anything having to do with the X-men. And as I said before in the first chapter, maybe I will bring in a few OC’s in later but until then. And yes they are all owned by whom?? Marvel!!
They are pure genius! As I have said before…That money could be raised…And we could…*ahem* Right anyways…

A/N: I know the last chapter was really…Yeah… But I hope you enjoy this chapter as much…

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Opening her heavy eyes, lights filled her sight. The room was bright and full of forms.
Lifting her body slowly from the bed she rubbed her aching eyes. Her body throbbed in pain, the memories filling her mind of last night. Turning to Logan she smiled, she could still feel his warm embrace.

“Good to see yer finally up darlin’.” Logan replied, getting up from his chair and standing at the end of the bed.

“Yes, how long have I been here?” She asked, looking to Xavier with sympathetic eyes.

“Let’s not get into that Ororo. The only important thing is that you’re alright….Right?” The Professor asked, worried for her health.

Ororo averted her eyes to the ground, not wanting to talk about anything having to do with how she was.

“I shall be fine.” Standing from the bed, she made her way to her garments, wanting to change as soon as possible.

“You’re awake!!” Rogue screamed as she threw open the door and wrapped her arms around Ororo. Ororo returned the embrace and laughed.

“Yes child, I am awake. Now come. Let me change, all of you.” She turned to the group and laughed. Scott walked up to her and hugged her tight, “Welcome back.” Bowing her head she smiled softly.

Jean kissed her forehead gently and walked out with Scott and the others.

“De Remy tink you shouldn’ be outta bed yet Stormy.” Remy replied, exiting with Rogue.

Ororo sighed, shaking her head and rubbing her ribs. Nodding her head to Xavier as he exited she turned back to the clothing, taking the night gown off.

“Painful?” Logan whispered, coming up from behind her.

Ororo jumped, forgetting Logan still remained in the room. Pulling the long cloth back to cover her body she smiled a fake smile.

“Ahem, whatever do you mean?” Her eyes strayed away from his, not wanting him to be able to see into her. His eyes studied her every movement. She squirmed under his watch, feeling like a painting of some sort.

Logan raised his chin to imply her ribs, “Your ribs, you seem to be in pain.” Looking away from her his face remained emotionless.

“How come you never told us of your past? How come you never came to us for help?” His voice sounded angry now, hurt. Like he was betrayed.

“Oh, kinda like you came right to me for help. I tried, remember?” Shaking her head she turned away from him.

“Don’t change the subject to me…’Ro we coulda prevented what happened!” Logan grabbed her arm gently and forced her to look at him. Looking to the ground she tried to resist. His hand lifted her chin slowly, bringing her eyes to his.

“You are really one to talk Logan! You know that, you never come to anyone for help!” Pulling her arm from his grasp she stepped back. “So why should I be any different?” Her voice was cold, cutting through the air like knives.

Logan growled, she was really beginning to test his patience. “Because, you’re better then me…You have many people who would die for you ‘Ro.” Looking away he shook his head. “I’m not used to having anyone at all…” His voice was quiet, he sounded like a little boy lost in the dark. Ororo brought her hand to her chest, how much she wanted to take him into her arms. Shaking her head she mentally slapped herself.

I will not let him do this. She told herself.

“Since when did you care anyways?!? Since when did you come out of your little ‘Jean’ reality, enough for one second to notice me?! You have never noticed or cared before? So why start now!?” Logan turned to her, tears streamed down her face. His breath seemed harder to maintain, clutching at the back of his throat. Her sobs became louder. She was right, when did he start caring? Had he ever noticed her before?

Grabbing her clothing she ran from the room, not looking back to him. Clutching his fist to his side he lowered his head.

What is wrong with me? He asked himself, exiting the room to look down the hall. She was no where in sight, long gone. Turning, his fist hit the wall with an impact so strong the noise echoed the halls.

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Ororo continued running the halls. Crying harder, she rubbed her eyes, stopping to throw the night gown back over her head. Pulling it down, she clutched her chest. Sliding down the wall, she hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed into her arms.

“Ororo??”

Ororo’s eyes shot up to meet Rogue’s. Wiping the tears from her eyes she sniffled trying to clear her nose. Rogue rubbed her arms softly and bit her lip, not knowing what to do.

“Sugah…Are ya al’ight?” Rogue slid down the wall to sit next to her, wrapping her arms around Ororo slowly and pulling her close.

Ororo dried her eyes and laid her head against Rogue’s shoulder.

“Marie…” She fought her sobs, slowly trying to end them.

“Awe, sugah…Shh it’ll be al’ight…What’s wrong?” Rogue rubbed her arms gently and tried to calm her.

Shaking her head she slowly stood. “Nothing, I am fine Rogue.” Staring at the ground she pulled every ounce of her energy together and continued to her room.

“For some odd reason sugah Ah’m not believin’ ya.” Standing, she wiped her hands along her clothing, wiping any dirt from where she sat.

“You have good reason not to Marie.” With that she opened her door and entered, closing it behind her.

Rogue shook her head, staring on in concern. “Poor gal…Wonder what could be eatin’ at her.” As if to answer her question, Logan swiftly made his way around the corner and stopped.

“Did ‘Ro happen ta come by here?” He asked, catching his breath. Rogue blinked a few times, piecing it together.

“Nah, Ah wouldn’ know…” Not wanting to face him she exited the hallway, leaving Logan standing there.
“De Remy tink monami did ah lit’le sumtin’ to tha Stromy…” Standing along the wall with his arms crossed, Remy took the piece of straw from his mouth and looked at Logan.

“Yeah well, I really don’ need yer opinion Cajun.” Logan growled towards Remy, not wanting to deal with anything he had to give. Turning around, choosing to forget about what happened, he entered his room and closed the door behind him.

Shrugging, Remy pushed himself from the wall. “Fine den…Remy jus’ keep his mouth shut…” Bringing his hands together he sighed and followed after Rogue.

“Chere! Is everyt’in al’ight?” He asked, catching her arm in his hand. Rogue turned around, meeting her gaze with his. His eyes were gentle, their normal dark red. He smiled to her, that normal handsome smile. Shaking her head she couldn’t help but smile too. She could never resist that smile.

“Ya know Remy…Every since tha day ya arrived. Ah have always believed Ah was never alone…And now, Ah know thaz true.” Rogue replied, her smile never leaving her face. Her eyes were full of unwanted tears. Remy brought his gloved hand to her face and wiped the falling tear from her eye.

“Chere, why ya cryin’?” Taking her into his arms, he held her close, laying his chin atop her head. Rogue sobbed into his chest, wondering to herself why she was crying.

“Remy say yer right to chere…You are neva alone. For De Remy will always be bah yer side.” Rogue giggled into his chest, wiping her eyes into his shirt. Taking her chin into his hand, he brought her eyes to his.

“De Remy neva thought it possible for ah girl to make De Remy feel like dis…Bu’ you did Chere…” Taking this one chance, he kissed her lips gently, barely touching her lips with his, pulling back she gasped. Nothing…nothing happened. Throwing her arms around his neck she laughed.

“Ah sugah…yer so sweet.” Putting her gloved hand over his lips she kissed it.


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Throwing her clothes down onto her bed she rubbed her stomach again. Her ribs pounding. Walking into her small bathroom her eyes met the mirror. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were still swollen from crying, and streams of dirt were mixed in with her dark flesh. Sighing she turned on the water faucet, removing her hair from the low pony tail it had been in. Flowing around her shoulders, it stunk of dampness.

Ororo shook her head and held back the tears that fought to break lose. The images filling her mind of the Shadow King and what had happened. Filling her hands with the warm water, she threw it against her face trying to clear everything of the week. Turning to the shower she quickly pushed back the curtains and turned the hot water on. Filling the tub, she didn’t even bother removing the little garments she wore. Climbing into the tub she confided herself into a small part of the tub, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back in forth as the water continued to run.

“Logan was right…I should have gone for help…But.” Images flashed through her mind of the struggles against the X-men. She had attacked the people she loved. Knowing she had no control, everything seemed so real. Seeing through her eyes but not being able to do anything, watching like a show on the television.

“Ororo, are you in here? Rogue told me…My god.” Jean replied entering her room and seeing her inside the bath tub. The sight tore at her. Running to the tub she twisted the knob of the faucet quickly stopping the water from flowing and grabbed a towel. Draining the water from the tub she sat down on the small step.

“Ororo…” Her voice trailed off as Ororo stopped herself from any further rocking or crying. Jean helped her friend stand, pulling her into the large towel she held in her hands.

“I am fine…I just needed to...” Jean stopped her from any further remarks, nodding her head in understanding she smiled.

“No need to explain.” Touching her forehead she smiled, “Telepath remember.” Ororo couldn’t help but smile a small smile at her remark knowing all to well of what she was.

“Come, let’s get you washed and into some dry clothes.”

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Tossing yet again, Logan tried to clear the events and images of ‘Ro from his head. Not working to well he finally shot up from the bed and slid his legs off the side. Pulling the sheets and other blankets along with him, he stood and made his way to the window. Hitting his head into the wall he growled. Releasing his claws from their aching resting place he grimaced, pain filling his senses. A low growl escaped from his throat as the rain began falling hard outside.

“’Ro…”

“What the hell is goin’ on with ya bub’? I wonder where Jean is…” Ororo’s words ran through his head like poison.

‘Since when did you care anyways?!? Since when did you come out of your little ‘Jean’ reality, enough for one second to notice me?! You have never noticed or cared before? So why start now!?’

Running his hand through his hair he hit the wall again. Could he even answer those questions? The answer seemed to be no…
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A/N: Bum bum bum…what did ya all think? I know it’s kinda depressing but I’m depressed and sick…deal with it ^_^Hehe but I still love ya all and hope ya liked it still!! ^_^





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