Important notes:
*X-men and all their stuff belongs to Marvel.
*Josh belongs to me. ;) Ask nicely, and I'll probably let ya borrow him.
1 *Be a nice reader and please review.
2 Living with a past
Chapter 1
Josh met his own gaze in the mirror, and furrowed his brow a little. He didn't quite recognize himself. Jean had finally managed to drag him to have his hair cut, and even if he thought he looked quite cool in his new hairdo, he hadn't gotten used to it quite yet. Moving his gaze on to the clothes, he sighed and shruged. Black had always been a given favourite for him, the few times when he had a choice, and skyblue...? Well, if they wanted him to wear it, he sure would. At least once. His own, old and worn to threads, clothes were hidden securely in a shoebox in the wardrobe. Just in case he'd need them, or feel like wearing something he felt at home in...At least, that's what he told himself. That thought worried him. He was constantly worried, it felt like. He had found a home now, and he tried hard to fit in, just so that they wouldn't throw him out again. Not that they seemed like the kind who would, but he had been let down and betrayed more times than he could count...With another shrug of his shoulders, and a careful smile at himself in the mirror for some encouragement, and he headed towards the kitchen. Might aswell get something to eat before starting off that pile of homework.
In the stairs, he met Remy, and quickly stepped out of the way for the cajun thief. The weeks that had passed had done little to ease his discomfort about the man with the red eyes. He was always polite, but prefered not to spend to much time around him. Oddly enough, Remy didn't seem to notice. Josh took it as a good sign. Everything that had to do with the Thieves Guild was dangerous, no matter if it was buisness or its members. As they passed eachother, Remy just nodded, and continued up the stairs. With a feeling of once again have gotten away, Josh jumped the last few steps down and walked a little faster down the corridor towards the kitchen.
What Josh didn't notice, was that Remy stopped at the top of the stairs and looked after him, with something that might have been regret in his eyes. Jean joined him at the landing, and put a hand on his shoulder. 'You okay there, Remy?' The cajun nodded. 'Oui. Dat kid's got all de luck in the worl', no?' Jean quirked an eyebrow, and as she looked closer, she could have sworn that she saw a shadow of a sad smile play in the corner of his mouth. 'What do you mean?' she asked carefully. 'Oh, jus' thinkin' w'at would 'ave become o' me, if I'd come 'ere instead o' de Guild 's a kid..' Then he shruged her hand off, and turned to face the corridor, and headed down it with a short mumble of things to do before training, leaving her with a slightly confused frown and a load of unanswered questions.
Josh stepped into the quiet kitchen, and let go of his breath in a sigh. Remy had been nice enough, when he noticed him, but still...He just gave Josh the creeps. He ran his fingers through his hair before he took himself an apple. Then he felt that he wasn't alone anymore. He didn't move, or even stiffen, just said as casuall as he managed 'Good afternoon, Logan.' A quiet chuckle could be heard behind him, and he knew that he'd been right. Only Logan moved as a hunting animal, sneaking without a sound. And that without even trying. 'Good afternoon on yerself, Josh.' he replied and stepped over to the fridge, getting himself a can of beer.As always in the company of Logan, Josh felt like he was being measured and weighed according to a scale he couldn't see and didn't know. But he kept himself as calm as he could as he cleaned the apple in water, and sat down at the table to eat it. Another rule that he couldn't forget, he thought with a bitter twitch of his lips that could be mistaken for a smile. 'Eat at the table. No elbows on the table. Eat up everything on your plate. Oh Lord, are you going to eat us out of the house!? Mind your manners, boy! No talking at the table. Answer a simple question, boy, are you deaf?!' Clydes voice echoed in his mind. And no matter how hard he tried, he always managed to do things wrong, and mom would cry as Clyde...
'Hey, Josh, you still there?' His memories were interupted by a heavy hand landing on his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and looked up. Logan was standing behind him, with a nearly concerned look on his face. Josh could barely manage a thin smile at him, as he quickly shruged the hand of his shoulder and got up. 'I'm... I...I was just thinking, I'm fine...' he mumbled and put the untouched apple in the bin, before he fled.
Back in his room, he curled up on his bed, and fought the tears. It had gone so quick to return to his old role, to submit to memories...What would happen if he met Clyde for real again, or mom? He didn't dare thinking about it.
*X-men and all their stuff belongs to Marvel.
*Josh belongs to me. ;) Ask nicely, and I'll probably let ya borrow him.
1 *Be a nice reader and please review.
2 Living with a past
Chapter 1
Josh met his own gaze in the mirror, and furrowed his brow a little. He didn't quite recognize himself. Jean had finally managed to drag him to have his hair cut, and even if he thought he looked quite cool in his new hairdo, he hadn't gotten used to it quite yet. Moving his gaze on to the clothes, he sighed and shruged. Black had always been a given favourite for him, the few times when he had a choice, and skyblue...? Well, if they wanted him to wear it, he sure would. At least once. His own, old and worn to threads, clothes were hidden securely in a shoebox in the wardrobe. Just in case he'd need them, or feel like wearing something he felt at home in...At least, that's what he told himself. That thought worried him. He was constantly worried, it felt like. He had found a home now, and he tried hard to fit in, just so that they wouldn't throw him out again. Not that they seemed like the kind who would, but he had been let down and betrayed more times than he could count...With another shrug of his shoulders, and a careful smile at himself in the mirror for some encouragement, and he headed towards the kitchen. Might aswell get something to eat before starting off that pile of homework.
In the stairs, he met Remy, and quickly stepped out of the way for the cajun thief. The weeks that had passed had done little to ease his discomfort about the man with the red eyes. He was always polite, but prefered not to spend to much time around him. Oddly enough, Remy didn't seem to notice. Josh took it as a good sign. Everything that had to do with the Thieves Guild was dangerous, no matter if it was buisness or its members. As they passed eachother, Remy just nodded, and continued up the stairs. With a feeling of once again have gotten away, Josh jumped the last few steps down and walked a little faster down the corridor towards the kitchen.
What Josh didn't notice, was that Remy stopped at the top of the stairs and looked after him, with something that might have been regret in his eyes. Jean joined him at the landing, and put a hand on his shoulder. 'You okay there, Remy?' The cajun nodded. 'Oui. Dat kid's got all de luck in the worl', no?' Jean quirked an eyebrow, and as she looked closer, she could have sworn that she saw a shadow of a sad smile play in the corner of his mouth. 'What do you mean?' she asked carefully. 'Oh, jus' thinkin' w'at would 'ave become o' me, if I'd come 'ere instead o' de Guild 's a kid..' Then he shruged her hand off, and turned to face the corridor, and headed down it with a short mumble of things to do before training, leaving her with a slightly confused frown and a load of unanswered questions.
Josh stepped into the quiet kitchen, and let go of his breath in a sigh. Remy had been nice enough, when he noticed him, but still...He just gave Josh the creeps. He ran his fingers through his hair before he took himself an apple. Then he felt that he wasn't alone anymore. He didn't move, or even stiffen, just said as casuall as he managed 'Good afternoon, Logan.' A quiet chuckle could be heard behind him, and he knew that he'd been right. Only Logan moved as a hunting animal, sneaking without a sound. And that without even trying. 'Good afternoon on yerself, Josh.' he replied and stepped over to the fridge, getting himself a can of beer.As always in the company of Logan, Josh felt like he was being measured and weighed according to a scale he couldn't see and didn't know. But he kept himself as calm as he could as he cleaned the apple in water, and sat down at the table to eat it. Another rule that he couldn't forget, he thought with a bitter twitch of his lips that could be mistaken for a smile. 'Eat at the table. No elbows on the table. Eat up everything on your plate. Oh Lord, are you going to eat us out of the house!? Mind your manners, boy! No talking at the table. Answer a simple question, boy, are you deaf?!' Clydes voice echoed in his mind. And no matter how hard he tried, he always managed to do things wrong, and mom would cry as Clyde...
'Hey, Josh, you still there?' His memories were interupted by a heavy hand landing on his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and looked up. Logan was standing behind him, with a nearly concerned look on his face. Josh could barely manage a thin smile at him, as he quickly shruged the hand of his shoulder and got up. 'I'm... I...I was just thinking, I'm fine...' he mumbled and put the untouched apple in the bin, before he fled.
Back in his room, he curled up on his bed, and fought the tears. It had gone so quick to return to his old role, to submit to memories...What would happen if he met Clyde for real again, or mom? He didn't dare thinking about it.
