Title: The Shock of You

Author: Casandra

Disclaimer: I don't own em unfortunately. That right belongs to Tribune, Fireworks, Marvel, and a host of other people that aren't me.

Rating: Nothing higher than PG-13

Warning: If the idea of two consenting adult women lusting after each other or anything of the like bugs you, grow up and go learn some tolerance.

Distribution: My work finds it's way to my site, No Other Way, and Realm of the Shadow. Anyone else, ask me first and I'm sure I'll say yes

Feedback: Feed me Seymour, feed me!

Pairing: Emma/Shalimar

Summary: Slightly ALT, what if Shal and Emma had met before the events of 'Shock of the New'.

Author's Note: This idea popped into my head while watching my Mutant X DVD's at 5am when I should have been studying for an early civ mid-term. Based solely on the look Shalimar gives Emma when dropping off her new identity materials at the safe house in the pilot episode. Told in Emma's POV.


I never thought I'd see her again. We had admitted that while we both felt a deep connection during those three memorable days together, that it was best for both of us if we just let things be. No commitments, no complications. And while saying goodbye to her that night, just after the sun had set below the horizon, was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, I didn't ask her to stay, to change her mind about our deal, the way I had. I knew better than to let emotions rule me. I knew that more so than most people. Besides the fact, I couldn't seriously have fallen in love with the woman after spending just three days with her, it was inconceivable to me.

Six months.

Six months spent wondering if I had made the right choice, letting her walk out of my life that night, disappearing into the darkness, her elegant grace never leaving my memories of my time with her. I spent my days folding shirts and handing out changing room tags to trust fund brats and my nights roaming around one club to the next, hoping that I would catch even just a glimpse of her sun kissed golden locks. Every night I'd go home disappointed. Equal parts shared between letting myself chase hopes that were never there to begin with and the fact that those hopes were dashed. Eventually I realized that I was never going to lay eyes on my golden goddess again, and I'd just have to learn to accept the fact that I had made a huge mistake in letting her walk out of my life.

Until tonight.

Irony is a funny thing. I hadn't been to Club Verona in months. It was the place we had met, the music roaring around us, the mesh of bodies grinding together on the dance floor. And then there was just the two of us. Two lost souls found in each other, not paying any mind to the people around us, eyes only for each other. We danced the night away there, wrapped tightly in each other's arms, not even noticing the fact that we were completely out of sync with the music and the rest of the club goers. It didn't matter though. Nothing else mattered. As we walked back to my apartment after last call, fingers threaded together, no words spoken between us, I knew then that I would never know anyone like this woman. My future and my life were forever changed the moment I melted into her embrace on that dance floor.

I just didn't realize how much she would change me. I came here tonight to say goodbye. To finally let go of those three remarkably amazing days spent with her, and to try and move on. Fate seemed to want me to hang on just a little longer though.

TBC....

I was originally only going to make this a short snippet one off piece. But I kind of got into writing it, so this is only going to be the first part. It's not going to be epic by any means, but I do want to at least finish up with the episode, Em/Shal style. Or should I just leave it as is?