Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or Excaliber, so don't sue me!
Author's Note: This story is connected to the events found in The Uncanny X-Men Annual #18 (1994). Also, I wrote this story a long time ago, so it's not as good as some of my more recent stories.
By Red Blaze 16
Salem Center, Westchester, the home to a band of mutants by the name of X-Men. It's night and thankfully enough, the team sleeps. But for some, it is not a restful nor comfortable sleep.
It the loft of the mansion, Storm, mistress of the elements tosses and turns. Instead of a peaceful dream, she is plagued by a nightmare. Finally, she wakes and sits up in her bed.
By the Goddess! Such a terrible nightmare, thinks Storm, as she slides out of her bed.
Putting on her housecoat, she leaves the loft and journeys downstairs to the kitchen. Noticing that there is a light on, she wonders who else is up. Entering the kitchen, she finds her fellow X-Men, Wolverine sitting at a table nursing a beer.
"Ororo, whatca doing up?" asks Logan, glancing up from his beer.
"I could ask you the same question, my friend," replies Ororo, as she sits next to him. "For myself? I couldn't sleep. I have such a terrible nightmare."
"You too?" asks Logan.
"You as well?" returns Storm, with a raised brow.
"Yeah," replies Logan with a nod. "Want to talk about it?"
"It may help," nods Ororo. "I was in a dark place and someone was standing next to me.." starts Ororo, but stops when Logan interrupts her.
"Then you heard someone calling your name and someone else's name too, but the only name you could understand was your own," says Logan.
"Yes," nods Ororo. "The calling intensifies and becomes a cry for help."
"You run to the person calling to you, but instead of helping them, you only get there in time to watch them by killed," says Logan.
"And the killer gets away," says Ororo.
"You kneel down to look at the person, but you woke up before you saw the face," finishes Logan and then takes a swig of his beer.
"Yes. How did you know?" asks Ororo.
"I had the same dream myself, darling," replies Logan.
"So, most likely, the person sharing the dream with me was you," deduces Ororo.
"And you for me," replies Logan.
"But what does the dream mean?" asks Ororo, with a shake of her head.
"Don't know, darling," replies Logan, before taking another swig of his beer. "I just don't know."