Title: Parallels
Fandom: Mutant X
Characters: Emma DeLauro, Brennan Mulwray
Prompt: Rain
Words: 496
Rating: PG
Summary: They are connected in more ways than either of them knows.
A/N: Death is unnerving, but it is real. Too real. Still, we all must deal with it. I do not own Mutant X. This is especially for Aurore, for the support she gave during this dark hour of my life. And Bren too. Thank you both.
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Everyone thought she was dead. And for a while, she really was.
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He lies on his bed, alone. Sleep won't come, and he finds himself tangled in his sheets, drenched in his own cold sweat. He sees her clearly in his mind, like the many times he did when she was still there.
Alive.
Outside, the rain pours down steadily.
He wishes that his tears can be like that.
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He had planned on telling her the truth after that mission. Admit the feelings he had kept hidden for a long time. The sole reason why he stayed with the team.
He never had the chance to do it.
She died. Just like that.
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Emma, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here. You saved my life and I will never forget that.
That voice. Such a familiar voice. It repeats itself over and over in her head. The only company she had for the past year. The sole reason why she desperately wants to go back.
She needs to find the owner of that voice.
Outside, the rain pours down steadily.
The eagerness in her soul is nothing compared to it.
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He walks aimlessly in the streets, the pitter-patter of raindrops his only melody. He knows Shalimar would be worried when she finds out that he had left without telling anyone, but he doesn't really care.
He doesn't care about anything anymore.
The void growing inside of him is starting to eat him whole. And not one, save from his soul mate, could save him.
Unfortunately, she's dead.
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She wanders around, confused. She doesn't know where she came from, and she doesn't know where she's going. Her bare feet are covered with mud, her white dress soaked with rain.
She has no memory other than that soothing voice inside her head.
And she needs to find him, whoever he is.
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He sees a young woman standing in front of the remains of Sanctuary. Her dress is dripping wet, her red hair soaked and tangled. Despite the rain he can see that tears are rolling down her pale cheeks, and his heart hammers wildly in his chest.
She's alive.
It can't be.
She's supposed to be dead.
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She turns around slowly, feeling a familiar presence behind her. A man stares, surprise and longing all over his handsome face. She has seen him from somewhere, she's sure of that. She just can't remember where, or when, or how.
She waits.
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He calls her name. It was the sweetest word he had ever tasted.
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She hears his voice. It was the gentlest voice she had ever heard.
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"Emma."
She waits for him to come nearer, for him to wrap his strong arms around her frail body, for him to hold her close.
She doesn't remember his name, or who he is, but she closes her eyes and lets his warmth fill her soul.
She knows she's home.
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