A/N: Sorry for the delay, but work has been a bitch, real life is just too real and I had to go back to the gym. But enough about my half assed excuses, this little number was inspired by two songs. Now, I know what you're thinking, "two completely different songs inspired you to write one story?" well, yes they did. Should I explain the sources of my inspiration? Is it unclear? Review and tell me.
For example, I always thought Moira was a great character who didn't get a real part in the movie, she was always an outsider, a mellow outsider who didn't really contribute anything beside informing Charles about Shaw and stand in the background. It also occurred to me, what if Charles couldn't erase all of her memories, thus making Moira seem insane to normal people. Combine all of that with David and Panic and you get this little AU ending.
Title: Magical
Rating: k+
Inspiration: "Life on Mars?" by David Bowie and "Do You Know What I'm Seeing?" by Panic! At The Disco.
Genre: mild angst
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Magical
It was almost magical in a way.
She had seen the most magical individuals and at that time, didn't think twice about it.
She could still remember bits and pieces of the good old times. Some trees, the kids, a beach, Charles. Oh how she remembered the man. He might have wiped her memory clean, or so she claims, but HIS was the only name she couldn't forget.
They were training, you see, trying to better themselves. All of them, except for her. She wasn't magical. But that's ok, she thought, they were magical enough.
The sky was almost as blue as that man's eyes, fluffy clouds sailed silently, almost provoking fate to try and ruin the peace. And even though she couldn't remember why, she felt at peace.
It was when she closed her eyes that she saw the magic.
She saw a man shuttering glass with his voice.
She saw a woman with wings, flying.
She saw a man controlling metal.
She saw a woman made of diamonds.
She saw a red man with a tail vanishing and then reappearing from thin air.
She saw a man throwing hurricanes from his hands.
She saw a man shooting red hoops from his body
She saw a man with blue fur.
She saw a woman who changes her appearance.
And she saw Charles. He was inside her head, whispering words she couldn't remember.
She had told her higher ups all she remembered. Fragments of feelings and magic. A kiss. They frowned.
It's been almost six months since she first came to the mental hospital, and she insisted she wasn't crazy.
Shaw existed! Charles existed! They were aiming their guns at their own people! She screamed to the walls.
They left her behind because she wasn't magical.
But that's ok, Moira thought, they were magical enough.