This story, makes no sense. It all came to me. It is all Ororo's thoughts. Ten years after the movie. It is written as if she is telling the story to someone. I wrote this whole thing, under the time frame of two hours (I wrote for an hour, then stopped, then finished)

If it sucks, I'm sorry..But Hey, I figured I should try and write a one shot sooner or later

Each time there is a paragraph break, it's entering a new thought. She jumps around a lot. But hey, you ever talk to some one when they are upset?

Me Not Own X-men = You not sue me! I make no money..whether its through this, or other means!



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There's a time, in every girls life, when she meets the wrong guy. That guy who, no matter how much you hate him. you can only love him ten times more. That no matter how much of an ass he is on the outside, you know that inside he's just a big teddy bear. That guy, that for every second he's not around, you think about him..

I met that guy. And I fell in love with him. And Goddess help me, it has been ten years and I still love him...

It all happened a long time ago. The year was 1999, and there was this mutant registration act going on. Magneto had been planning a major attack on the world leaders. Hoping that this act wouldn't pass because of it. After creating a machine in which turns normal people, into mutants. He had had the machine ready for a few months. I knew.because..well....

I had been sleeping with his right hand man...

Victor Creed. Goddess, every part of my body chills when I think of him. But it is always in that good way. Some called him a monster, and that he would kill anything if it came near him. but I knew the truth. He was an assassin, it was his job to kill people. And just as he was made to kill. I was made to protect. We had been together long before he ever hooked up with the brotherhood. We had even planned to be married. He told me that this job coming up, would be his last. That we cold both retire and just. Be alone. Little did I know we would be fighting each other....

I remember the day I saw him attacking that truck. I felt my entire being go numb. Scott told me to freeze him, to whip up some sleet that would bury him. I couldn't, all I could do was rustle up some snow. Scott yelled at me to take him out, but I couldn't. I loved him. Next thing I know he's shooting at Victor. Luckily, he jumped out of the way.... Scott must have yelled at me the rest of the trip home. Marie, the young girl we saved, gave me this look. As if she knew anything then, she was still a child. ..

I told Scott I panicked. But he knew I was lying. Hopefully, Jean hadn't told him about my mystery man. And if she had..well, I had hoped he hadn't connected the two...

I went to his apartment that night. And asked him what it was he was being paid for. He told me he had to get some girl. That was it. but because he had failed he had to stay on longer.......

As we laid together that night. He told me, that after this was all over. He was going to get a real job. An honest job. Not that he would need to. The both of us had saved for years. We could live care free for the next ten. Victor swore to me, as we made love, that he was turning over a new leaf. And he was doing it just for me.....

The next two days were a blur. Apparently Logan, the man Scott and I had saved, and Xavier believe it was Logan who Magneto was after. But they were wrong. I told Xavier what I felt.but he.began to ask how I knew, I simply told him it was my intuition. Next thing I know, Marie runs off. I was there when she was stabbed. I tried to comfort her, but she ran. She ran, right into Magneto's hands. I was at the ticket agent, when Victor grabbed me, and held me above the ground. He whispered one of his favorite things to say to me while we were together, "Scream for Me". It was his version of I Love You. He could have killed me then. A simple flick of his wrist, and I would have been gone. But he was putting on a show. And so, I retaliated. The lightening bolt wasn't enough to kill him. Oh, it would hurt like a bitch. But he would survive. A part of me knew that I would be punished for it later that night. But I Victor is the only one I had ever been with, who knew how to make pain, pleasurable. I get so excited when I think of the things he and I would do..Anyway. He never got to teach me that lesson. ....

Later that night, after Marie had been caught. We found Senator Kelly. Or rather he found us. He had apparently been Magneto's test subject. He.had seemed to be leaking, as I talked to him. he told me, right before he died. That I had one les human to fear. I wasn't sure if he meant that he had turned over a new leaf. Or, because he was dying. I'll never know, he died just as he said those words...

I ran and told the others what happened. And we were ready to go. But..Xavier. he, someone had meddled with Cerebro. That someone, probably being Mystique. Scott, Jean and I were terrified. Xavier had practically raised Scott and Ororo. And he had brought me here, to America. We all owed him a lot...

But we had work to do. And as we prepared for take off, I couldn't help but feel as if this one last mission for Victor. Would not be as simple as he made it out to be....

When we arrived. We had many things to contend with. First there was Mystique. A woman I was never particularly found of. After all, she and Victor had had some affair many years ago. She always holds it over his head, she even told him there was a child. A boy she named Graydon. That woman and her lies. Then there was Toad. A man who..well.hardly a man at all! He is more accurately described by the codename he chose. A Toad....

After we got passed the two of them (Oh, you should have heard me, I said the corniest line in all of X-men history..i can not even bring myself to repeat it!) We made our way up. Once there, we found we had walked right into a trap. Magneto came down, after he had strapped us to the wall. And who should follow him? Victor....

Victor cast a look my way as he, removed Scott's glasses. I almost laughed at Scott's request to "fry" them. Even if were not in a copper conductor, I do not know if I could handle, striking my soon to be husband, one more time....

I had never liked Logan. Well. That is a lie. But after that night, I could never look him in the face. The two, had fought. I can not remember exactly how Logan got free. But the next thing I know the two of them are above us. I heard a noise down the side of the room. I saw those three claws jut into the room, barely missing Jean. I wanted to cry out! I wanted to warn Victor! As Victor came back to me I almost cried, I was afraid to speak and at the same time afraid not to. To this day, the others think My tears were of fear. As he stroked my cheek, I could help look straight into those beautiful black eyes, I gestured with mine for him to turn around. But it was to late. Logan landed. And he held out Scott's Goggles, something that confused me, just as it did Victor. Only when it had been to late did I realize what had happened. I cried out as Victor flew from the statue....

Why did I not cry out? What would it have cost? My friends? My family? With one simple word of warning, My life could be full right now. This nursery, in which I am writing this paper, could be my own! But No! it is Scott and Jean's! Their third child is sleeping peacefully. As his parents go out and paint the town red. His brother and sister just down the hall....

I remember, after the incident, I cried myself to sleep each night. Victor was dead. I knew he was. Why? Because he would have come for me. Sooner or later he would have come. The first week, I cried simply because he could be dead. The next, I did not shed a tear. I hoped and I prayed to the Goddess, that he would be safe. I also prayed, that I was with child. My period had been a week late. I was so hopeful, that if victor couldn't come back to me, at least his child would remain with me. But no. I was not pregnant. I went to the doctors. And found that not only was I not pregnant. But I could probably never conceive a child.....

I hoped for so long. I prayed and I cried. But Victor never returned to me. I can not help, but feel, that it is my fault. One simple phrase, "He's not dead." Or :"Look Out!".....

He could be here. And I could be happy. If I could only hear his voice one last time! If only I could feel his touch. If only he would appear to make me sream with pleasure one more time...

I still owe him so much. He gave me so much hope. No one, ever treated me the way Victor did. ..

Jean and Scott, were so nervous. After the whole thing. They thought.well truthfully, I don't know what they thought. I told em, that I had not heard from my mystery guy..Jean tried to comfort me. But How could she? The man she has loved her whole life, is with her! The man who is the father of her children! He was the first man she ever fell in love with, and it is a perfect tale.

Ten years have passed. Tonight is the night that he died ten years ago. I would have though that the pain would have gone by now. Or that it would have lessoned. But each time I close my eyes..I see him, stroking my cheek, telling me, that I owe him a scream. I can feel him, I can feel the heat of his body, like when he used to wrap me in his arms, and make my body come alive.

It is not fair, it is not fair that I can hear his voice, I can feel him, I can remember everything about him. But he is not here.

And he never will be.