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So I wrote a comicverse fic, and it will probably never happen again. Two things: 1) I haven't read the old X-Force or Domino comics, so I really know nothing about Milo; and 2) Most of this was written at three o'clock one morning, so if it isn't entirely coherent...
My favorite one is Cable's. Hope you enjoy!
Haec Meminisse (To Remember These Things)
Milo…
Her first love.
If they hadn't talked about it, if he hadn't told her that she could walk on without him, stop being his Beatrice, she wouldn't have. Happily. But he had, and so she did.
But she never forgot him.
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Nathan.
He had always cared more for her than she had for him. She'd told him, again and again, they were only friends. But he hadn't given in, so finally she was the one who did; because guys didn't chase Neena Thurman, and it was nice to be wanted. She offered him a corner of her heart, and for a while, she was happy.
He was the measurement to her rashness, the caution to her calm. She never had to worry about whether or not he would come back to her in one piece, because he always did.
But then there was Hope, and he was gone…he got married, and there was always Hope, and she wasn't the most important woman in his life anymore.
She didn't mind. She adored Hope.
She could see him standing before her, asking her to give them a shot; they would have luck on their side, after all. And she could see him standing before her again, so many years later, holding open the portal back home, sacrificing his own life for their team.
No one had seen her cry that night, but she had, once Laura was all healed up and she was alone with the San Francisco skyline. She cried for her friend.
And wherever he was now, she wished him well.
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Logan…
Her best friend. He didn't know it, but he probably was.
She hadn't intended to fall for him at all; he was dangerous, even more so than she was…But between the battles in Japan, between all the he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not's, she realized how she needed him to be happy, and that new sensation of her breath seizing up whenever he got too close to her wasn't, probably, a sudden case of asthma.
And then she couldn't think of a time she had ever loved anyone so deeply, so passionately. She would give him her whole life in a heartbeat, if he were to ask…
But to him, it was never more than a game.
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And so what was she left with? Sitting cross-legged on the rocky coast under a blazing sunset; two loaded guns at her side; a ratty old Bible she had picked up from a hotel room a while back flipped open on her lap.
And sometimes…it was enough.
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