First and foremost, this was uploaded before for a different fandom with different names. I didn't like it that way, and changed it to this. I will now be continuing in writing a series of X-men oneshots or 'songfics' (see next paragraph). For now, they'll probably revolve around pairings, especially the ones mentioned on my homepage. I'll take requests, though, and will probably end up doing some family or friendship oneshots.
I'm not generally a huge fan of songfics. So instead of wrapping the story around the lyrics these fics will just be based off certain songs. The lyrics are not included. You can go look them up, if you wish, or better yet, just listen to the song.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything used in any one of these chapters.
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Brielle - Sky Sailing
Pairing - Lancitty
It was the action of a complete coward, but he wasn't strong enough to tell her in person. Insteafd he chose for the news to come from a handwritten note. The paper was aged and wrinkled. The writing (a blue pen) was of poor quality. There were stains from drops of water. Not that it was from tears.
Life is tricky and sometimes downright cruel. Because, as it turns out, she wasn't home that day that he left the scrap of paper stuck in her screen door. She was gone somewhere and still gone by the following day. By the day following the following day it was too late.
He looks out and sees the sharp blades of water cutting at the boat, the same way his actions are cutting into his heart. He doesn't count what he did as ever really saying goodbye.
When she arrives home the next day she reads the note and rushes to the harbor as fast as her feet can carry her. Obviously, though, the ship's a day long gone. So she just stands with her toes facing the ocean and an expressionless look on her face. It rains. It's a good thing because no one can really tell if she's crying or not.
She doesn't know that there's a picture of her that he keeps in his pocket.
He starts his first night at sea by showing the picture of her to the other sailors. They all look at him like he's crazy. "You left her?" So they all assume that she's a homicidal maniac, and other things along those lines, or else he would have had to have been a fool to leave her.
All his other sailor friends ever had was false love, failed relationships, and broken marriages. His foolishness begins to weigh at him more and more each day, until he starts waking up in the middle of the night with a crushing sense of regret on his heart.
The January is freezing and no matter where he goes or how thick his socks, his feet are always numb of cold. His fingertips barely function.
"I'm cold," he complains, and usually he's handed some article of excess clothing to wrap around his frail body. The only problem is that he's not really cold because of the weather. Clothes will fix nothing. He wants to go home.
"Goodbye, Kitty. I can't explain it, but I need to be on the ocean."
That's what his stupid, stupid letter told her. She angrily throws it in the fireplace and goes about her day, because she doesn't need him to be happy. He apparently doesn't need her.
For the next few weeks, that steadily melt into months, she lives her day by day life with her head held high as if to prove to someone that she has better things to worry about. Until she meets a man named Bobby in town. They are married before those months can melt into years.
She doesn't realize it, but sometimes she murmurs his name into the muggy air, sometimes screams it into the dead of night as she's half asleep, because she really doesn't want Bobby beside her. She wants a man named Lance.
But Bobby's there; and Lance isn't. So she tries again.
They're counting down the days in the ship log now, but none more so than is Lance. The other men have their families, which is all fine and good, except that they left on good terms. But he has to see Kitty. He loves her. She needs to know.
"You signing up again?" someone asks him at the dock but he doesn't answer because he's off down the winding cobblestone path. He's off to the cottage buried in the woods where she lives. But he arrives to find she's no longer alone.
She's the same but different and she has a man...a boyfriend, maybe even a husband, the technicalities don't matter...it's the fact that they're together that stings. Or maybe it's the fact that they're together and she looks so happy.
He may be a coward, but he is no liar. He saw the pair through a window looking into their house. He never even went to the door. Instead he walked back to the harbor and signed on once more. This time for good.
Bobby loves her and she loves him. Even as old and gray haired as he's become, he's still there on the porch swing with her, holding her own wrinkled hand.
Children; the children of their own children, are playing in front of the old pair. But she's not watching them, not entirely. For some reason her blue eyes insist on staring at the trees as if she's expecting someone, a man actually, to emerge through them at any moment, a man who has not aged a day in his many years.
She realizes that she is waiting for one man in particular to emerge. Twenty year old Lance will step out. He'll say, "I missed you Kitty." And as mad as she is-or she used to be. She's not mad anymore-a twenty year old Kitty will fly across the grass and into his arms.
And she'll say, "I love you." Because he needs to know.
Please, suggest a pairing and/or a song for the next installment of this fic! Thank you! Hope you liked it!
