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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 14: Woman, Goddess, Girl

Summary: Logan and Ororo's relationship kicked off the night before. This is the morning after.
What happens with Forge and Ororo's sudden realization are in this chapter. It is pivotal. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Marvel. I am not doing this to
make any money, so please do not sue me!!!


Logan had sprung to life as she slipped on a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. He kissed her
softly on the lips and she agreed to meet him for lunch that day. Silently, she crept out the door. It
was early, and she had not expected to meet anyone in the halls, but she did.
"Mornin' ma belle."
She cringed when she heard his voice. She knew exactly what was coming next. The
interrogation. Or the mockery. Or worse.
"Ah knew it, ya know."
She turned slowly and faced him. Her eyes met his an he stopped shuffling his deck of
cards so that he could stare right back into her eyes.
"Knew what, Remy?" she said in a calm voice.
"Thatcha loved 'im."
A smile broke out across her face and he hugged her friend. They were still as close as
ever and he just shook his head at her.
"You are one complicated femme. Don' know what I'd do with ya."
"I"M complicated," she laughed. "What about that Scarlett O'Hara you're in love with."
"Nobody said Remy was in love with her, belle."
"You are. Don't deny it!"
She shoved him aside and walked down the corridor. She was in a excellent mood and as
she climbed in the shower the thought dawned on her that she would have to let Forge go
somehow.
The scalding hot water rushed down her spine and gathered her hair into a silver mass
that ran sleekly down the center of her back. She inhaled deeply twice and turned her face to the
sprinkle.
She dressed in a fitted navy blue skirt and button up blouse, and pulled her still damp hair
back in a twist. She taught her first class for the day and as soon as her free period arrived she ran
to find Forge.
Solemnly and softly, she knocked on the door and entered Forge's room. His suitcase was
half packed and he was bustling about his room looking for all the things he would need upon
departure.
"Ah, Ororo!" he murmured when he saw her. "Are you almost ready to leave? Tonight's
the night."
"I am not coming with you Forge."
The air had seemed to have left his body and he could merely wheeze a faint, "What?"
"I am staying here."
He went to open his mouth but she stopped him again.
"Please. I've made my decision. Do not try to stop me. There are plenty of people to help
you, and right now, I cannot leave New York. I cannot leave the mansion. I cannot leave the X-
Men."
"You cannot bring yourself to leave Logan. Do not try and convince me otherwise, Storm.
I know you. I know the way your mind works. Any possibility at affection and you desperately
cling to that individual....."
"STOP!" a tortured cry burst from her lips and her eyes watered over as the met his. "You
can't do this to me. I need to live my own life. I need to be happy. You cannot control me. You
could at one point. And Logan was right, I almost let you again."
"You don't know....."
"I do. I finally do."
"Ororo, you cannot have the faintest idea of what it is that you want until you know who
you are. And my dear, you have no clue who Ororo Monroe is. Logan agrees with me."
A knife had twisted in her side. "He what?" the mere whisper escaped her lips.
"Late one night, when the threat of our relationship rekindling was in the air he told me
that I was manipulating you. And sadly enough Ororo, he was partially correct."
Her eyes widened and she hurriedly wiped the tears away from her eyes, smudging her
eye makeup.
"I'm sorry my dear. But what you need to realize is that I needed you, and there was no
other way to get you. And now, now that I have no chance of winning you, I will let my secret
slip. You have never known who you are. And at this rate, you never will. You are at a constant
battle with yourself. The woman, who wants love, and to be treated simply as a woman. But then
there is the Goddess, full of power and in dire need of respect. Finally, my favorite, the girl, who
does not know how to balance these two forces and struggles to discover what they mean when
meshed together in the same body. That is where you are weak, Ororo. That is your Achilles
heel. You're unsure. Adolescent."
The tears were coming in waves down her cheeks now. They fell hard and fast, because
she knew, he was completely right.
"Get over it, Ororo. Grow up already. You can't expect to truly know anybody else until
you know yourself. That's one of your boyfriend's quotes."
He snapped his suitcase shut and walked out the door. When he reached her he said
"Goodbye Goddess."
Ororo heard him close the front door. His room was excavated. She heard Logan's voice
calling her. Quickly, hiding her face from view she turned and ran up the stairs, leaving Logan at
the bottom. He called after her but she didn't respond. The tears poured down her cheeks as she
ran, past Remy, past Scott, into her room. Where she sat down on the ground and rested her head
against the locked door and sobbed into the warm wood.





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