Title: Sessions Part 7

Author: Jozzy

see disclaimers in parts 1-5

Part 7

Why do you always have to bring him into this doc.

Dame and I were just friends. We hung out together, end of story.

Well I don't give a damn what they want to know. If the Xmen want to know what happened to me, let them have the balls to ask me.

Volatile, me? I can't even spell the word.

Don't I answer all your questions? Don't I participate? I write in that stupid notebook of yours every night. I do my school work. I stay out of trouble. Is it so much to ask that I don't have to talk about this one little thing?

I just don't want to talk about it.

Look I know how they are. If they find out about Dame, they'll track him down. And in some misguided attempt to revenge my honor or whatever, probably hurt him severely.

I didn't say that he did anything wrong doc. I said they would think he had.

No! Dame never took advantage of me. Besides like I told you before he's gay.

Dame was my friend. When I needed somebody and the rest of the world had left me to die, he was there.

I didn't mean anything buy it doc. You read to much into shit.

It is not a defense mechi...maka...mechanism.

Look I was out of money and out of food. Pick pocketing isn't easy, especially in New York. Everyone is hypersensitive to their money. I needed cash. I don't have that many talents. So I was going to...do what I needed to do.

I was gong to hook, there are you happy! I said it. I was going to sell my body to some greasy guys with things for little girls. But I met Dame instead. He took me in and cleaned me up. It was the first time in like ever that some one treated me like a human being.

No I didn't live with him doc. Not the entire time I was gone anyway. He got me back on my feet, gave me a job, somewhere to live.

I was a waitress slash bartender at this club he owned.

Yeah the one where they found me.

I just waited tables doc, nothing else.

No. I mean we were still friends, but he had a business to run. And I was pretty paranoid. We saw each other for about two or three hours a day. We talked and everything, but I never got to know him really well. Hell I don't even know his last name.

Doc I had just run away from home, I wasn't looking to form any emotional bonds. I just wanted to have a friend.

A friend is someone who will listen to you bitch for hours about stuff that doesn't really matters.

No I guess I don't. But then friendship is a highly misunderstood concept these days.

I used to have a friend in the X. But he, just like everyone else, turned his back on me.

They forgot me and I forgot them. If their need to save any and every thing that moves hadn't gotten the better of them I'd still be out their.

Freedom. I got my freedom.

No one there knew me, they still don't. Everyone had this idea of who I was. When I met Dame, he had no expectations of me. I could be myself around him. He gave me the tools to find who that person underneath my skin really was. Something no one ever did for me before that.

Its different with the team doc. They all have this ideal of humanity, its what they fight and sometimes die for. But they can't see that the world isn't like they want it to be. That some things don't fit exactly into their hope for the new world.

I don't fit doc. That's why everyone ignored me. I was the ideal superhero. I was wild and I made mistakes and I didn't follow orders. I wasn't what they were trying to mold me into. So they dumped me as far away from their eyes as possible and let other people handle me.

That's never going to go away doc. I'll never be Jean or even Rouge. I'll never be what they want me to be. And soon they wont want to be reminded of 'the one that went astray' and they'll send me away.

I don't delude myself doc. You shouldn't either.