SPOILERS FROM X2
Does it LOOK like I own X-Men?
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It rained for a month. Not just around the mansion, but everywhere, all over the world. The earth was soaked in the tears of those who didn't know to cry.
No one seemed to notice when I excused myself to the bathroom, whispering it, as if I said it any louder, the sobs would come, the tears. And they couldn't, because I was the strong one. Walking quickly, feet never touching the ground. And when I got there, slamming the door, turning on all the faucets, before finally, finally letting it out. The choked sobs, and angry weeping. But no one was supposed to hear, because I was the strong one, I couldn't cry. I have to make sure Scott woke up in the mornings, and the Professor get his cup of afternoon tea, and Logan doesn't run away again. No time for crying.
It shouldn't have been Jean. Jean was the pretty one. Jean was the smart one. I should've been the one down there in those waves. I could've blown the ship up with the wind, I could've held the water back, I could've even flown above it all, right? It shouldn't have been Jean.
No one talks much anymore. Everything's doing, doing without thinking, no thinking, or it'd hurt too much, hurt again.
Scott wants to cry for you, but he can't. It's just choking, gasping for air, frantic panting. Logan wants to cry for you too, but he won't. I think he's trying to be strong too.
I don't know what to do, so I train, the same tactics, over again over again. Harder, faster this time, maybe this time I can save you. Save my best friend from saving us. You shouldn't have, Jean, you idiot. We could've found another way, we always do. Sometimes, you're such a moron, Jeannie.
One day, I just broke down crying. I was hitting that punching bag, hitting it with all that I could, but it just wouldn't fuckin' come down. I was fighting with all I could, but at the wrong moment, which is just like me, when I should've fought for you, Jean, I could've, if I had just. And the tears came, and I kept hitting as hard as I could, tears stinging my eyes, salt on my lips. And I sank to the ground, and I couldn't, I just couldn't anymore. I cried and cried, and waited for you to come comfort me, and when you didn't I grew angry.
But another pair of arms wrapped around me, other fingers stroking my hair, another voice telling me it was okay. Another voice tinged with sadness. Logan lay with me there, against his chest, until it really was okay. Telling me we could be strong together.
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I mixed in some comic elements here: Ororo can fly and Scott can't cry because of his eye mutation. Sorry if it sucked major. Reviews greatly appreciated. Nice ones are even more so.
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It rained for a month. Not just around the mansion, but everywhere, all over the world. The earth was soaked in the tears of those who didn't know to cry.
No one seemed to notice when I excused myself to the bathroom, whispering it, as if I said it any louder, the sobs would come, the tears. And they couldn't, because I was the strong one. Walking quickly, feet never touching the ground. And when I got there, slamming the door, turning on all the faucets, before finally, finally letting it out. The choked sobs, and angry weeping. But no one was supposed to hear, because I was the strong one, I couldn't cry. I have to make sure Scott woke up in the mornings, and the Professor get his cup of afternoon tea, and Logan doesn't run away again. No time for crying.
It shouldn't have been Jean. Jean was the pretty one. Jean was the smart one. I should've been the one down there in those waves. I could've blown the ship up with the wind, I could've held the water back, I could've even flown above it all, right? It shouldn't have been Jean.
No one talks much anymore. Everything's doing, doing without thinking, no thinking, or it'd hurt too much, hurt again.
Scott wants to cry for you, but he can't. It's just choking, gasping for air, frantic panting. Logan wants to cry for you too, but he won't. I think he's trying to be strong too.
I don't know what to do, so I train, the same tactics, over again over again. Harder, faster this time, maybe this time I can save you. Save my best friend from saving us. You shouldn't have, Jean, you idiot. We could've found another way, we always do. Sometimes, you're such a moron, Jeannie.
One day, I just broke down crying. I was hitting that punching bag, hitting it with all that I could, but it just wouldn't fuckin' come down. I was fighting with all I could, but at the wrong moment, which is just like me, when I should've fought for you, Jean, I could've, if I had just. And the tears came, and I kept hitting as hard as I could, tears stinging my eyes, salt on my lips. And I sank to the ground, and I couldn't, I just couldn't anymore. I cried and cried, and waited for you to come comfort me, and when you didn't I grew angry.
But another pair of arms wrapped around me, other fingers stroking my hair, another voice telling me it was okay. Another voice tinged with sadness. Logan lay with me there, against his chest, until it really was okay. Telling me we could be strong together.
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I mixed in some comic elements here: Ororo can fly and Scott can't cry because of his eye mutation. Sorry if it sucked major. Reviews greatly appreciated. Nice ones are even more so.
