Title: Like a Tiny Porcelian Doll
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Marvel Comics, the WB and whoever has dibs on them.
Summary: An insight into certain character's thoughts as they say goodbye to the comatose Kitty Pryde
Logan's turn this time. Boy has this one been hard to right :)
Life. For being such a tiny word it holds so much meaning, a bit like this one lying here in front of me right now. Her body's so small and fragile looking, from the moment i walked in here i could tell she was ready to go. Pity i'm not ready to let go of her though, she'll be the first person i know -that i ever really cared about- to die. I wish i'd spent more time with her while she was still in the land of the living. I wish i'd had more time to sit here by her bedside instead of chasing the near-suicidal Porcupine 'round NYC. I think waking-up in the local hospital with umpteen sitiches on his wrists suddenly put everything into perspective. That and my fist.
Anyway, i'm not here to spend our last few minutes together talking about Evan. I'm here to talk about you and me...us. Not that there ever really was an "us" eh Half-pint? Sure, we had a few bonding trips every now and again. Like the time you and the Elf stole away in the back of the Blackbird and nearly had your head's sliced off. I never did get to ground the two of you for that. Or for the time you, Rogue and the Porcupine played bait for Sabertooth. Oh sure, i *said* you were all grounded but then you had to give me those puppy-dog eyes of yours and...well you know what happened. Those eyes worked wonders on all males over the age of fifteen. And don't try to tell me you don't know what i'm talking about, some mornings i'd see you making the Elf carry your books out to the car without him expecting anything in return...then again you didn't exactly need to use that look of yours. Poor kid was smitten with you right from the start. Hell, he got so desperate he started coming to *me* for advice.
You know, you always reminded me of of someone. Their face has been lost too long in the murkey depths of my mind, if you can even call it that. It's been subjected to too many things to make much sense anymore. Don't worry Half-pint, i promise i won't let your memory get lost too. I've still got a picture of you anyway, so i can remind myself every now and again. It's of that time you and the rest of the kids made me drive you all down to the beach cause the Elf was grounded cause of the blonde spunky kid. You're standing there grinning into the camera with an unhappy Rogue and a beaming Jubilee. That picture holds is the key to everything that's you. The cheeky grin, the large green eyes filled with excitement, slightly tanned skin glittering in the afternoon sun. You looked so happy that day, full of life. Not like you look now. The image you portray now is one of an extremely pale, unmoving, fragile looking little girl. And i'm scared to touch you in case you break. Right now i can only think of one thing when i look at you. And you know what that is?
That your like a tiny porcelian doll.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Marvel Comics, the WB and whoever has dibs on them.
Summary: An insight into certain character's thoughts as they say goodbye to the comatose Kitty Pryde
Logan's turn this time. Boy has this one been hard to right :)
Life. For being such a tiny word it holds so much meaning, a bit like this one lying here in front of me right now. Her body's so small and fragile looking, from the moment i walked in here i could tell she was ready to go. Pity i'm not ready to let go of her though, she'll be the first person i know -that i ever really cared about- to die. I wish i'd spent more time with her while she was still in the land of the living. I wish i'd had more time to sit here by her bedside instead of chasing the near-suicidal Porcupine 'round NYC. I think waking-up in the local hospital with umpteen sitiches on his wrists suddenly put everything into perspective. That and my fist.
Anyway, i'm not here to spend our last few minutes together talking about Evan. I'm here to talk about you and me...us. Not that there ever really was an "us" eh Half-pint? Sure, we had a few bonding trips every now and again. Like the time you and the Elf stole away in the back of the Blackbird and nearly had your head's sliced off. I never did get to ground the two of you for that. Or for the time you, Rogue and the Porcupine played bait for Sabertooth. Oh sure, i *said* you were all grounded but then you had to give me those puppy-dog eyes of yours and...well you know what happened. Those eyes worked wonders on all males over the age of fifteen. And don't try to tell me you don't know what i'm talking about, some mornings i'd see you making the Elf carry your books out to the car without him expecting anything in return...then again you didn't exactly need to use that look of yours. Poor kid was smitten with you right from the start. Hell, he got so desperate he started coming to *me* for advice.
You know, you always reminded me of of someone. Their face has been lost too long in the murkey depths of my mind, if you can even call it that. It's been subjected to too many things to make much sense anymore. Don't worry Half-pint, i promise i won't let your memory get lost too. I've still got a picture of you anyway, so i can remind myself every now and again. It's of that time you and the rest of the kids made me drive you all down to the beach cause the Elf was grounded cause of the blonde spunky kid. You're standing there grinning into the camera with an unhappy Rogue and a beaming Jubilee. That picture holds is the key to everything that's you. The cheeky grin, the large green eyes filled with excitement, slightly tanned skin glittering in the afternoon sun. You looked so happy that day, full of life. Not like you look now. The image you portray now is one of an extremely pale, unmoving, fragile looking little girl. And i'm scared to touch you in case you break. Right now i can only think of one thing when i look at you. And you know what that is?
That your like a tiny porcelian doll.
