This was prompted by victoria's wedding challenge on the X-Men movie fanfic
discussion list, although I'm not quite sure it fulfills the criteria. I
really can't do floofy to save my life, and I don't even like weddings :).
But still, here you have it.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to Marvel Comics and Fox. For once, no-one
swears at all and I can rate my story a family-safe G. Feedback gratefully
accepted on the list or at andraste@...
It turns out that Jubilation Lee is in imminent danger of starvation and,
no, she cannot *possibly* last the entire thirty minute drive to the
reception, she has to have food *now*. Ororo Munroe, who is in the grip of
one of her intermittent cravings for Coca Cola, hasn't got the strength to
argue; even though she kicked off her stilettos to drive, her feet hurt, her
gown itches and her head aches under its elaborate coiffure. So she pulls
the bus over into the parking lot of the nearest 7-11, tells Kitty to grab
her a drink and rests her forehead against the steering wheel while the kids
Very slowly, she let go of the weather patterns that she'd been holding
since before dawn. No-one would care if it rained at the wedding
*reception*, after all, and she was simply too tired to delay the brewing
showers any longer. Usually, she refrained from manipulating the natural
cycles for trivial human purposes, but Jean's friendship was far from
trivial, and the other woman would never have forgiven her if her gown got
Ororo was aware that most teachers didn't spend the day of their best friend
's wedding playing shepherd to two dozen excited teenagers, but Xavier's
school was a tight knit family as well as an educational institution. There
had been no question of leaving the older students out of the ceremony, and
for all their muttering about work intruding into their personal lives Storm
knew that Scott and Jean would miss their surrogate children while they were
Usually, the presence of their headmaster in the bus would have calmed the
kids down even in on a blue moon day like this, but Ororo had noticed some
time ago that Charles Xavier wasn't *really* in the bus. All the important
parts of his psyche had done a mental disappearing act sometime between the
vows and the signing, and now he was staring blankly out the window. She
wondered where he'd gone.
The bus was a desert island of calm in a difficult day, and Ororo let
herself relax for the first time in hours, reaching up to brush the tips of
her tortured hair. She wondered if she could now safely find a mirror and
dismantle the edifice without offending the bride. "When this is all over,
remind me to sleep for a month or two" she said, watching the students
through the greasy plastic windows of the convenience store as they
demolished the careful stacks and displays like a barbarian horde.
Charles Xavier turned his head and smiled at her sympathetically. "Ororo,
my dear, if you ever happen to find yourself with child, I want you to
promise me that you'll elope in order to preserve what's left of my bank
balance and my sanity." He sounded exhausted but happy, and she couldn't
help smiling back in spite of her own tiredness.
"I swear, the past couple of weeks have put me off marriage for life. I had
no idea that organising a simple ceremony would be so complicated - I can't
imagine how out of hand things would have gotten if it *hadn't* been a
Xavier chuckled. "I believe that Scott at least had some inkling of the
impending chaos, and used the baby as an excuse to get it over with less
than a year's preparation. It makes me grateful that I only *almost* got
married - I can't imagine surviving the process intact."
The allusion to the professor's failed engagement might have been sad on an
ordinary day, but right now Ororo could see the funny side. "I can imagine
Moira McTaggert running a wedding the same way she rules her laboratory.
You would have been lucky to escape with your life."
"There was talk of me wearing a kilt," Charles said, voice filled with only
Storm laughed. "The things we do for love."
"Yes, indeed." Then the sparkle of humor in his eyes disappeared, and he
looked serious again. "Tell me, Ororo, *have* you ever considered getting
"Do I look four months pregnant?" she asked, trying to keep the
light-hearted tone of the moment before - she didn't want to have that
conversation now. He just watched her, silently, until she relented. "Not
really. I'm so busy with the school, the X-Men . . ." her voice trailed
off. Even busier now, with Scott and Jean disappearing and a child on the
way. No free time except for the random minutes that she needed to save for
herself; with no room for anyone else's disturbances.
"I just . . ." he paused, uncharacteristically lost for words, and turned to
look at the kids, lined up now in front of a bewildered clerk who looked
like he wanted to hide under the desk to escape the gown-and-tuxedo-clad
mob. She wondered if the place Charles vanished to was an alternate
universe where the auburn-haired woman he took down the aisle was Moira
Xavier's daughter, and the eagerly awaited baby was his biological
"I suppose I believe that this job is important," Ororo said thoughtfully,
breaking the silence. "Sometimes I think about putting it all behind me,
finding someone to spend my life with, but I feel like I already *have*
enough children, enough responsibilities. And right now those
responsibilities involve going to a wedding reception with a bunch of
teenagers who are about to be on a sugar high, much as I'd like to be
elsewhere." Sometimes, love was the thing that *stopped* you from getting
married. "Mind you, if anyone asks me to do the chicken dance they may find
themselves the victim of a very localized thunderstorm."
Charles smiled again. "We *could* just leave them stranded in the car park
and drive to Mexico."
For a second, she considered it seriously - she would put her foot on the
gas and get the hell out of here. They'd stop somewhere before dark to eat
a meal that involved real food instead of champagne and bite-sized morsels
on trays, and buy some clothes that didn't make her itch . . .
The moment hangs in the air until Jubilee brakes it by slamming the door
back and rocketing into her favourite seat, clutching and armload of junk
food, and John casually tosses a can of cola straight at Ororo's head.
Storm hears Charles Xavier sigh while she's yelling at them all to settle
down, and by the time she's done, the telepath has slipped away into his
state of grace again. Which is probably much further away than Mexico.
Ororo sighs too, and steels herself to see the evening through. She reaches
out and switches the wipers on a second before the first drop of rain hits
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