Windrider - Chapter 5

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Windrider 5

Kitty Pryde coughed another disgusting lump into another soiled tissue. After throwing it out she swallowed dryly, trying to soothe her ragged throat. It felt like swallowing razor blades. She felt how warm her forehead was and pulled the plush comforter up to her chin.

Her illness had made Illyana retreat from their dorm room. She may not be scared of devils and demons but the thought of a heavy cold sends her packing. Kitty knew that for the next few days her roommate would be sleeping on the couch in the TV room.

She remembered Hank's words. "Rest up. Take plenty of fluids, stay warm, and try not to think about it, Kitty."

Take my mind off it, Kitty's sarcasm ebbed in whenever she was ill. How can I think about anything else?

 Still, it was sound advice and she would have to try. She put the earphones over her head and hit "play" on her walkman. Loreena McKennitt's Mummer's Dance played softly and soon she was on the edge of a bleary semblance of sleep.

She never heard the door open, never heard Ororo enter. Quietly the weather goddess closed the door behind her, balancing the steaming bowl of chicken soup in one hand. "Jewish Penicillin" Kitty called it. She remembered laughing at that when Kitty had brought a bowl to her when she was in a similar state. Kitty could always make her laugh.

Still new to western customs, Ororo had made a bowl and brought it up. It is only right to return the favor, she'd told herself.

No. That wasn't right.

Ororo felt a slight pang of guilt as she'd realized it was just and excuse.

Recently, their relationship had changed.

Not two weeks ago Kitty came to Ororo's room in the night. She was supposed to wake her, to help prepare the Professor's birthday breakfast. They'd ended up doing something completely different, something neither expected. Outside, high above the mansion, in the wind and rain they'd made love.

No. That wasn't right either.

They'd connected on a level Ororo only felt with the earth itself. For the briefest of moments they'd touched souls. They were one. Neither would ever be the same. Kitty was the most passionate and caring person she'd ever met. To see her like this...

It's probably my fault. Ororo chastised herself. My body adapts to the weather. Kitten has no such protection. She is in this horrible state because of me.

She didn't want to 'mother hen' Kitty but she loved her too much to stay away.

Ororo thought back to the difficult conversation they'd had. She remembers the tears in Kitty's eyes, and the ones that stung hers as well. "Ororo," she'd said, "We can't be like this. If my parents ever found out... the age difference..."

Ororo had tried to tell her that those things didn't matter, that their love was stronger than that.

"You don't understand, 'Ro. There are laws in this country. If my parents ever found out they'd press charges, put you in jail. The age difference... its statutory rape." The feeling of rejection hit her all over again.

Ororo had tried to argue. Peter was only a year younger than she was, but Kitty's big brown blood-shot eyes told her everything. "Peter's a boy. It's risky with him but I think they'd overlook it because he's a boy. If they knew about you..."

The dark cloud rolled over her. She hated the words, hated the feeling but knew it wasn't false. Kitty loved her, she returned that love, but it couldn't be. Damn this country, this cruel civilization.

As she watched Kitty fitfully sleep, none of that mattered. All the logic in the world couldn't change her feelings. Feelings that she knew were returned.

Ororo had been in the room when Hank gave his diagnosis. "Rest up. Take plenty of fluids, stay warm, and try not to think about it, Kitty." The words echoed in her head.

Ororo silently placed the soup bowl on the nightstand. Quietly she locked the door. She took the headdress from her white hair and dropped it onto Illyana's bed. Making every effort to be silent she began to undress.

I may not be able to heal you Kitten, but I can ease your suffering.

Her bare feet ruffled through the carpet as she crossed the room, pulled back the covers, and slipped into bed.

Kitty began to stir as Ororo snuggled up behind her.

"Shh..." Ororo whispered, "Don't fret, child. You must rest." She slipped her arms around the ailing girl and felt the soft cotton of the Cubs jersey Kitty wore as a nightshirt. "Let me warm you." After a few seconds, Kitty head laid back onto the pillow.

Ororo tenderly kissed her once on the cheek. "Sleep now, and know that I love you Kitten."

After a few moments Kitty's breathing became even. Ororo smelled the scent of her hair and smiled.

As one they slept.

As one they healed.