CLEAN
by Micaela
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(Disclaimer: The concept of the Marvel Universe is sole property of Marvel itself, not me, and I hold no claim and make no profit for it.)
(Challenge: A response to Kielle's TCP challenge.)
(Archiving and Feedback: Oooh, yes please! Either one (or both!) is fine, just tell me where you're putting it if you archive it.)
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This can't happen to me.
Not to *me*.
This sort of condition doesn't happen to people like me. It just doesn't. It's not possible. There must be some sort of mistake!
Oh, God, what if it's *true*?!
No! It's not true! It can't be! I'm safe, aren't I? I've been a good girl all my life; never smoked, never drank, never took drugs. Okay, there was that one instance with Jimmy DuFrane in the back of his pick-up after prom night, but surely God wouldn't punish me for that! We were careful! We used condoms!
Oh God -- I can't tell my mother. I can just hear her now: "Oh, Sarah! What *will* the nieghbors think?!"
I can't tell her.
What am I saying! There's nothing to tell her! This doesn't happen to people like me -- I have nothing to worry about! I'm *safe*.
I'm *clean*.
They had me tested as soon as I was born! After mom had that miscarriage the first time, they were so careful and excited when they had me. They had me tested right there, in the hospital, and I was clean.
Perfectly clean.
Perfectly normal.
Perfectly -- perfect.
This doesn't happen to clean people. I'm safe. I'm clean. I'm. Not. A. Mutant.
Only mutants get this.
Only mutants aren't clean.
I'm safe.
I'm protected.
I'm not a mutant.
I'm a human being.
I'm clean.
Or, at least, I *was*.
Because the hospital sent back the results of my test today. They were positive.
I'm not a mutant.
But I'm not clean either.
I've got the Legacy Virus.
Oh, God, what will my mother think?!
by Micaela
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(Disclaimer: The concept of the Marvel Universe is sole property of Marvel itself, not me, and I hold no claim and make no profit for it.)
(Challenge: A response to Kielle's TCP challenge.)
(Archiving and Feedback: Oooh, yes please! Either one (or both!) is fine, just tell me where you're putting it if you archive it.)
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This can't happen to me.
Not to *me*.
This sort of condition doesn't happen to people like me. It just doesn't. It's not possible. There must be some sort of mistake!
Oh, God, what if it's *true*?!
No! It's not true! It can't be! I'm safe, aren't I? I've been a good girl all my life; never smoked, never drank, never took drugs. Okay, there was that one instance with Jimmy DuFrane in the back of his pick-up after prom night, but surely God wouldn't punish me for that! We were careful! We used condoms!
Oh God -- I can't tell my mother. I can just hear her now: "Oh, Sarah! What *will* the nieghbors think?!"
I can't tell her.
What am I saying! There's nothing to tell her! This doesn't happen to people like me -- I have nothing to worry about! I'm *safe*.
I'm *clean*.
They had me tested as soon as I was born! After mom had that miscarriage the first time, they were so careful and excited when they had me. They had me tested right there, in the hospital, and I was clean.
Perfectly clean.
Perfectly normal.
Perfectly -- perfect.
This doesn't happen to clean people. I'm safe. I'm clean. I'm. Not. A. Mutant.
Only mutants get this.
Only mutants aren't clean.
I'm safe.
I'm protected.
I'm not a mutant.
I'm a human being.
I'm clean.
Or, at least, I *was*.
Because the hospital sent back the results of my test today. They were positive.
I'm not a mutant.
But I'm not clean either.
I've got the Legacy Virus.
Oh, God, what will my mother think?!