Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except SwitchBlade and her family. (So please ask when you want to use them!!) PLEASE do not sue me. I have no money. (Damn!) I wish I owned Gambit… I don't… (double damn!!) please don't hurt me for using him too much…
You wanna sequel you hafta teelll meee. And no flames about the ending… heehe hope that didn' give it away…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE BLACKBIRD, NOV 12, 9:45 AM
Every life dat I touch seems to die or ruin and dats my fault.
She's dead and I'm holding her to me, wishin' dat I had never met her. No one on the team tries ta comfort me, dey know it's not gonna help. Rogue and Jean are cryin' softly, while Stormy looks as if she's in shock. Logan's over by himself, and Nightcrawlers readin' stuff from de bible to Beast and Bobby.
It's all over and done with and it's my fault. Jub'lee will be so sad. Sad. Dat's an understatement.
I never wan' to go back 'gain. Dey'll hate me once dey learn it's my fault. I hate myself fo' dis. I finally find someone I... I love? Do I? Did I. I don' know. Now I'll never know.
Her face is perfect like she's 'sleep, dough I know she isn't and I wish I could have kissed those lips while they were still warm, while she was still alive. I kissed dem softly now, dey were cold. I wanted her brown eyes to open and her lips to move an' tell me everyting was fine. They weren't going to though.
Aphrodite knew what it felt like to be hurt by dose dat you love. She was like me. She didn' belong anywhere. 'Till she come wit me, an even den someone out ta kill her. She jumped in fron' of me witout a tought in her head. Did she love me?
I hoped not. I didn' really deserve to be loved. Tears ran down my cheeks and I wonder how long it been since I cried. Since I didn' have my poker face, since I couldn't pretend I didn' care.
I did and I could'n jus pretend it wasn' my fault. {Gambit…} *Get outta my head femme!* I shouted mentally.
No one could talk to me right now. 'Less dey were 'dite. And dat… A tear fell on her face and it looked beautiful. Dat's not gonna happen. Mon petite chere ain't gonna wake up.
New York, Oct 28, 12:36 AM, 2000
I hurt all over. I ached everywhere. My head felt like a bomb went off inside of it and I felt like I would never walk again.
"Remy?" I croaked, sitting up. I was on patch of wet grass. And when I looked around I noticed that I had been here before. It was the park. I was back in the year two thousand. I leapt up, forgetting all of my pain. "I'm back!" I yelled. And then I stopped.
"Remy?" I said looking around. I had saved him, he was alive, and I wasn't dead. This couldn't be happening. "Remy!" I screamed desperately, my voice hoarse.
*I'm back on the very night I left.* I thought as I walked home in the dark, staring at my watch, which was stuck on 12:35. "I left him…" I shook my head. *Maybe it was all a dream. I fell asleep on the ground and I had a weird dream.
That was it. A dream.
As I got into bed that night, my shoulder started to hurt, badly. I pulled up my sleeve to find a scar, the same tear that the bullet had made. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I had been to the future and back, fallen in… well anyway. I had done a lot in one night.
A tear slipped down my face as I thought of all the people I had left. *I couldn't have left! I was in the Xmen!* I thought wildly. I leapt out of bed and searched my pockets for some sort of proof I wasn't crazy. All I could find was a marble. Well, it looked like a marble, but it glowed red. I set it down on my chest of drawers and watched it light up my room as I cried myself to sleep.
New York, Dec 4, 11:57 PM
The man sat on the roof of the mansion, brooding. "My fault, my fault, my own damn fault." He cursed under his breath, throwing a card to send it fluttering over the edge to land in a pile of snow below him.
"You know it wasn't shugah." A voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts. "Rogue, I wan' ta be alone." He muttered.
"Remy, Hon, you cain't blame yehself fer her death. She leapt in front of you. You didn't make her. She chose to come with you. If you want to blame someone, blame her." She said, sitting down next to him.
"Remy, we know how much ya loved that girl. We loved her too. Jubilee is even done cryin' now though hon. She's still sad, but she's done with her mourning. You gonna wear youself out."
He shook his red head.
"Rogue, no one will ever know how much I loved dis femme. I never even kissed her an' still I know we were… we were meant fo' eachotha. And all Sinister could say is he lost a good science experiment." He said, his voice rising with every word until he was shouting.
"So what if she was from a different time!? The Professor explained dat to all o' us. The year two thousand. She ain't as young as she looks. So what. I loved her." Remy said, now alone, the woman named Rogue had left soon after his outburst at Sinister.
"Hear me? I loved you chere." He said, staring up at the sky dotted with stars.
"I loved you."
And in another time, a young woman was staring at a glowing marble, the key to another time, another world perhaps, and saying the same to him.
You wanna sequel you hafta teelll meee. And no flames about the ending… heehe hope that didn' give it away…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THE BLACKBIRD, NOV 12, 9:45 AM
Every life dat I touch seems to die or ruin and dats my fault.
She's dead and I'm holding her to me, wishin' dat I had never met her. No one on the team tries ta comfort me, dey know it's not gonna help. Rogue and Jean are cryin' softly, while Stormy looks as if she's in shock. Logan's over by himself, and Nightcrawlers readin' stuff from de bible to Beast and Bobby.
It's all over and done with and it's my fault. Jub'lee will be so sad. Sad. Dat's an understatement.
I never wan' to go back 'gain. Dey'll hate me once dey learn it's my fault. I hate myself fo' dis. I finally find someone I... I love? Do I? Did I. I don' know. Now I'll never know.
Her face is perfect like she's 'sleep, dough I know she isn't and I wish I could have kissed those lips while they were still warm, while she was still alive. I kissed dem softly now, dey were cold. I wanted her brown eyes to open and her lips to move an' tell me everyting was fine. They weren't going to though.
Aphrodite knew what it felt like to be hurt by dose dat you love. She was like me. She didn' belong anywhere. 'Till she come wit me, an even den someone out ta kill her. She jumped in fron' of me witout a tought in her head. Did she love me?
I hoped not. I didn' really deserve to be loved. Tears ran down my cheeks and I wonder how long it been since I cried. Since I didn' have my poker face, since I couldn't pretend I didn' care.
I did and I could'n jus pretend it wasn' my fault. {Gambit…} *Get outta my head femme!* I shouted mentally.
No one could talk to me right now. 'Less dey were 'dite. And dat… A tear fell on her face and it looked beautiful. Dat's not gonna happen. Mon petite chere ain't gonna wake up.
New York, Oct 28, 12:36 AM, 2000
I hurt all over. I ached everywhere. My head felt like a bomb went off inside of it and I felt like I would never walk again.
"Remy?" I croaked, sitting up. I was on patch of wet grass. And when I looked around I noticed that I had been here before. It was the park. I was back in the year two thousand. I leapt up, forgetting all of my pain. "I'm back!" I yelled. And then I stopped.
"Remy?" I said looking around. I had saved him, he was alive, and I wasn't dead. This couldn't be happening. "Remy!" I screamed desperately, my voice hoarse.
*I'm back on the very night I left.* I thought as I walked home in the dark, staring at my watch, which was stuck on 12:35. "I left him…" I shook my head. *Maybe it was all a dream. I fell asleep on the ground and I had a weird dream.
That was it. A dream.
As I got into bed that night, my shoulder started to hurt, badly. I pulled up my sleeve to find a scar, the same tear that the bullet had made. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
I had been to the future and back, fallen in… well anyway. I had done a lot in one night.
A tear slipped down my face as I thought of all the people I had left. *I couldn't have left! I was in the Xmen!* I thought wildly. I leapt out of bed and searched my pockets for some sort of proof I wasn't crazy. All I could find was a marble. Well, it looked like a marble, but it glowed red. I set it down on my chest of drawers and watched it light up my room as I cried myself to sleep.
New York, Dec 4, 11:57 PM
The man sat on the roof of the mansion, brooding. "My fault, my fault, my own damn fault." He cursed under his breath, throwing a card to send it fluttering over the edge to land in a pile of snow below him.
"You know it wasn't shugah." A voice from behind him interrupted his thoughts. "Rogue, I wan' ta be alone." He muttered.
"Remy, Hon, you cain't blame yehself fer her death. She leapt in front of you. You didn't make her. She chose to come with you. If you want to blame someone, blame her." She said, sitting down next to him.
"Remy, we know how much ya loved that girl. We loved her too. Jubilee is even done cryin' now though hon. She's still sad, but she's done with her mourning. You gonna wear youself out."
He shook his red head.
"Rogue, no one will ever know how much I loved dis femme. I never even kissed her an' still I know we were… we were meant fo' eachotha. And all Sinister could say is he lost a good science experiment." He said, his voice rising with every word until he was shouting.
"So what if she was from a different time!? The Professor explained dat to all o' us. The year two thousand. She ain't as young as she looks. So what. I loved her." Remy said, now alone, the woman named Rogue had left soon after his outburst at Sinister.
"Hear me? I loved you chere." He said, staring up at the sky dotted with stars.
"I loved you."
And in another time, a young woman was staring at a glowing marble, the key to another time, another world perhaps, and saying the same to him.