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Chapter 3: When Reality Sets In.

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." ~Albert Einstein

"It's quite here," I whispered as I stared out into the whiteness that seemed to cover every inch of Alaska's terrain.

"That's the whole point," Scott replied to me from across the room. It's early morning and he's drinking coffee and reading the paper. I am leaning haphazardly across one of the yellow printed window seats playing with some of the condensation left on one of the many windows in this old house.

"What are we going to do out here?" I asked turning my slumped body to him. I know I am acting like a whinny teenage brat. But I can't seem to help it, I am bored. And when I mean I am bored, I mean I am bored with a capital B.

"We're going to move on with our lives Marie," he stated simple and I groaned in protest. "We came out here so we wouldn't be looked down upon for what has happened to us. I mean look on the bright side. You get to be normal now."

"Scott," I said as I straightened my back up a little and looked straight at him, "we are never going to be normal. Even when we had our mutations we were not normal. Well, okay, I wasn't ever normal and you were just so normal that it was almost creepy but that's beside the point. I mean you haven't even removed your sunglasses since we got here yesterday." I pointed out to him in a somewhat condescending voice.

The corners of his mouth moved into a frown with my observation and the middle of his brow furrowed together as my words began to take root. With a hesitant lift of his hand Scott removed the offending glasses as if apart of him was being forcibly removed. It gave me food for thought as I realized that a part of him had already been removed, apart of him that he would never get back.

"Blue is a good color on you," I stated as I looked at his deep blue eyes. They were so dark they seemed to be tiny dark pools of water only seen in the middle of an ocean. You could get lost in eyes like that.

"Yeah and pink is a good color on you too," he stated and I looked at him in confusion for a whole minute before I realized he was talking about my nail polish. I stared down at my uncovered hands and sighed in contempt. The paleness of my flesh seemed to make the pale pink of my nails stand out even more so.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked as I looked up from my hands and into those deep pools again. I sighed inwardly, they were so beautiful.

"Get jobs I guess," he admitted with a shrug and I nodded my head in understanding. Getting jobs was the most logical step in reassessing ourselves back into human society. Now I sounded like an alien. Great.

"What do people do around here?" I asked as I stood up from the window seat and moved over to take one of the chairs that occupied the little breakfast table that Scott sat at.

"There's a dinner, a library and a bar here," Scott replied to me.

"So you're saying you're going to be a bartender or a librarian?" I asked him with a wiry smile. He sat his paper down on that one and gave me a skeptical look. I couldn't help but let out a small string of giggles.

"I'll just be a logger probably," he told me with a shrug and then picked his paper back up.

"So you're going from being a teacher/superhero to become a logger?"

"It's not that big of a down grade Marie. Being a logger is hard work and more time and effort is put in to that job than being a teacher could ever do." He explained to me and I frowned at his statement. "I mean do you think being a librarian or being a barmaid is a down grade?" He asked me and my frown deepened further.

"I've never been anything Scott," I explained a little sadly. I let my eyes look up at him, my eyes staring straight into his.

"You're something to me," he replied firmly and I could feel tears gathering up at the corner of my eyes.

"Than a waitress it is," I told him just as firmly and he gave me a light smile.

In that moment I knew everything would be okay with us. Because I knew I might not have been enough for everyone in this world, but I was enough for him and that was more than enough for me.

A/N: Again sorry for the shortness but well…it's all I could get out today.