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Title: Goddess By: Satine16

Chapter 5: Return to the Mind's Graveyard

Summary: An old acquaintance returns to Ororo's life and thoroughly shakes the foundations she
had started to build.

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


"Forge."
"May I come in?" he asked her, the usual bright smile spreading across his face.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, yes," she stammered and cleared the doorway so he could enter.
"Ah, hello, Logan," Forge extended his hand in a very friendly gesture. Logan, being the
kind and mature individual that the was, glared and growled at him.
Ororo showed Forge to a guestroom and let him organize his suitcase and dry off. She
then headed to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.
"Why are ya welcoming that goddam SOB right back in here? Ya shoulda slammed the
door in his face."
First she gasped at the sound of the voice hidden in the dark. After flipping the light
switch she responded, "Two wrongs don't make a right."
"Oh, very original."
"Logan, it's pouring out. I will not send him away."
"No, ya should knee 'em in the nuts, then kick his sorry ass out."
"Logan--"
"If yer gonna play housemaid ta that fucker, I'm outta here."
Having said that, he grabbed his coat and slammed the front door.
"Where did Logan go?" Forge's still crooning voice reached her ears. The ponytail that
used to stream jet black was now streaked with silver. He had grown a longer mustache, the same
shade as his hair. He was fifty-four years old now and he was showing it, even though his
elongated figure was not at all effected.
"I never know with him. I never try to know. Tea?"
"Yes. Please."
" So how long has it been? A decade?" she asked as though she had actually forgotten.
"Yes. And might I say, Ororo, you are more beautiful now than when I left you."
The teenager tucked away in the back of her mind blushed at his compliment. Although
she hated to say it, part of her still cared for him.
"What have you been doing for ten years?" she asked earnestly. Her curiosity had gotten
the better of her.
" After I left New York I traveled to Arizona, where I worked in a Treatment Center for
mutants. When hospital wouldn't take them in they would come to us and we would do the best
we could for them. My background and abilities as a Medicine Man truly developed in that year.
It was so revitalizing to tap into my heritage again. After leaving the clinic I took a three year trip
through all of Mexico, helping those when possible. After that I spent two years in Switzerland
studying with some of the greatest men of our time. Biology, Chemistry, Physics, you name it,
we analyzed it. Then, for two years, I lived on a ranch in Texas. It was miles from anyone else
and I wrote long into the nights. It is amazing what you find out about yourself when they only
living beings within twenty miles are horses. I was then informed that the clinic I was originally
employed at had gone into underground hiding and returned to help them for those last two years.
I swear to you, Ororo, that we are vividly reliving the Salem Witch Trials."
After Forge had finished his explanation of the last decade Ororo filled him in on what
her life had been like without him in it for the last ten years. She conveniently forgot to mention
her significant relationships with the men of the mansion, specifically Logan.
"Take my advice, Ororo, there is no better way to discover oneself, than to take time off
and see what you want to see of the world. Do what you've been waiting to do. I know exactly
who I am now, and that is a rare thing amongst people like us. Take the time to find yourself."
Ororo headed to bed, his statement churning over and over in her head. Self discovery?
Arizona? Switzerland? Had Forge always been so inflated and boring and she had never noticed
it?





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