Title: Letters
Author: dark angel
Summary: A series of letter sent over enemy lines.
Pairing: Kitty 'Shadowcat'/'Pyro' John
Rating: PG – Character Death
Author's Notes: Kinda short, but I don't think they'd be able to write much. Lyrics credited to The Wilkinsons.
Letters
&
"…does a whole lot of nothing taped to an old wrinkled note"
John,
Professors are panicking. Storm is sick.
Kitty
Kitty,
Mageto's worried. We aren't supposed to leave camp.
John
John,
Storm died. Logan doesn't know what to do.
Kitty
Kitty,
There's not even half of us left. State of emergency declared.
John
John,
Logan disappeared. The kids are starting to worry.
Kitty.
Kitty
They think Remy's sick. I don't know anymore.
John
John
People are starting to leave. Piotr's sick now.
Kitty
Kitty
Remy isn't sick. It was a fluke. I miss you guys, even popsicle boy.
John
John
I miss you too. There's not many of us left and most are sick.
Kitty
Kitty
Hang in there, Kitten. Don't need you sick, too.
John
John
Haven't heard that in while. We're still losing people.
Kitty
Kitty
I wish things were the same. No virus or anything.
John
John
It's so quiet and empty. It's a little creepy here.
Kitty
Kitty
I wish I was there. It would beat being here.
John
John
I wish I could see you. No one's sick right now. There's new hope.
Kitty
Kitty
I want to see you too. I think I'm still in love with you.
John
John
I never stopped loving you. Things seem to be getting better here.
Love you, Kitty
Kitty
You have no idea how happy that statement made me.
Loving you, John
John
The virus is back again. It all of the sudden hit. Warren's sick now.
Love me, Kitty
Kitty
Things are getting better here it seems. Stay strong, Kitten.
Missing you, John
John,
I'm sick.
Love always, Kitty.
Kitty,
Hang on, Kitten. I'm coming tonight.
Love you, John.
John,
It's too late. She's gone. Sorry.
Bobby
Bobby,
No. Not her. She's stronger than that. Always has been.
John
John,
I'm sorry. It's true.
Bobby
Bobby,
John's dead. He killed himself. Je suis desole.
Remy
They were buried next to each other under the old oak tree. A flame was always kept burning between them. A symbol of what always was.