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A/N: This is a one-shot attempt at understanding Monet's POV (as demanded by my sister) and from reading way too many Frodo/Sam stories. Somehow it evolved into what it is now, so THERE ARE WARNINGS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STORY TO PREVENT SPOILAGE. The only warning now is that you keep an open mind.
Feedback: Please! It feeds the cravings :)
In A Lifetime
Of all of things I could have ever wanted, this one thing was taken away from me. Wrenched from my arms by unwitting and ungrateful pawns in Adrienne's games. Such games whose only rule was to hurt her elder sister. Surprisingly Emma lost the least of us that day.
It was such pure joy when he kissed me that first time, his gentle arms so firm and confident about me. My teammates would laugh at this account, claiming that I have no need for things like love and affection. What they do not know is that a childhood barren of kindness has made me self-sufficient to be without.
Why he didn't stay synched with me is a question only I know the answer to. In that instant the flames touched him, he knew that he would not survive. Telepaths bear burdens harder and longer than other mutants, and to share a death of a loved one is like reliving it for an eternity after. The yearn to follow becomes unbearable, the need to enter the brightness of hope beyond any craving found here on earth. In that instant of sacrifice he died alone so that I would not.
If I could have looked into the future, seen his children...our children laughing as they ran and played. If I knew that he was going to die before becoming a man. Even my strength could not save him. His greatest power being that he could connect with all of us, share the intimate parts of his being so that we could share it with each other. Sharing when I could not.
His blood still adorns the outfit I wore that day, a dark black patch that I am loathe to clean. Everytime I close my eyes I can see his face, feel the wounded flesh beneath my hands, smell the stench of burning rubble, and hear the screams that were my own. A telepath never forgets, each child I bear will have the remembrance of his face, and hint of laughter in their voices because he will not be forgotten. My very soul keeps a part of him, living each day so that he can see another. It is because of him I smile when someone makes a joke, it was his laughter that gave me joy and it was his life that gave me purpose.
Out of everyone that I've lost his death was the darkest. I was too young to remember my mother and the twins were returned to me.
It was because I kept his death so near to me that I was able to finally accept Jubilee's joy. For years she has managed to keep this spirit that I didn't think was possible after all that she had been through. Yes, I know of her pain, the nightmares that keep her screaming in the night. She may be shielded while awake but at night, when her defenses are down she allows them to slip.
The first night she came back after being held by Bastion, she smiled and talked as if she was glad to be back. I was deep asleep ,when my dreams grew dark and brooding. Even after I awoke, I could feel the fear like a dark presence in my mind and the taste of panic bitter in my mouth. There was no moon that night, as if it shunned the earth knowing the pain that was happening on it. It was Jubilee's soft sobbing that drew me to her room, the fear growing as I came closer and closer until it almost became too much to bear. Apparently Bastion's forays into torturing had unleashed Jubilee's latent telepathy, and she was sending out such strong emotions it was a wonder that Xavier himself did not feel it. A wonder, but no surprise since there is none so blind that those who do not want to see it. Which explains Emma's lack of appearance or comment on the matter.
I had never much liked the girl, she was far too exposed emotionally for my liking. It was only them that I realized she exposed only what she saw fit to share, and that was very little.
She looked so young, lying there in the dark crying as if her heart would break. My power was never subtle, never soft but in the darkness I gently took her pain away. I could not erase her memories, it would not be fair to her, to ignore the suffering she went through, but I could ease the sting of them. I didn't probe too deeply, for it was hers to share and not mine, but what I did see kept me up the rest of the night. Not even her beloved Wolverine could guess what she went through.
I never said anything, but night after night I strayed to her bedside to ease her sleep. She continued to laugh during the day and cry at night. Its amazing what the human heart suffers through in order to make other's happy.
It was not long after that Everett and I kissed, and less than a month later he was dead. For once, my emotions were raw and on edge as I struggle to get through each day, each hour without him. I understood what it was that drove other to kill, because for the longest time all I wanted was blood. I needed the sticky, dark red liquid from those boys that saw fit to torment Ev's last few days and then last hour. I would have killed Adrienne if Emma hadn't.
I would have slipped away if it hadn't been for Jubilee. Just two months after his death, she came to me offering nothing but a hug and someone to talk to. A simple offer of friendship that I lashed out at, belittling her. Jubilee is nothing if not surprising, and returned the next day with the same offer.
It was not easy, to speak of ...him. Speaking to someone who loved him as well, made it easier. She found me up on the roof one night, clutching a jersey of his that had gotten left behind in my room somehow. The fabric still smelled of his cologne, and the taint of sweat. Her eyes flickered with sadness as she saw the garment, but she said nothing as she climbed up beside me with an ease that suggested that I was not the only one who ventured up here.
Storms had thundered in the area earlier that morning, but as I looked up there were stars beyond number and the moon had decided to make an appearance. I suppose I should have felt grateful, but I could not bring a smile to my face. I found myself talking, speaking about his life and the way he was to the unjudging ear beside me. Unburdening my soul lasted until the sun began to creep up over the horizon, and I felt a wetness on my cheek. It appears the ice princess as I am called, is capable of tears after all. Jubilee said nothing, just embraced me until I stopped and then left me to the morning.
In the day that followed, I found myself watching her. Seeing the unadultrated joy she took and demanded from a life that felt little need to please her. I admit it was intoxicating to be around. It took a long time to open my heart again, to accept that there could be one other in this lifetime for me. When I finally went to her, shy for the first time in my life, and kissed her, I could feel her smile.
In the years that followed her nightmares became dreams, and my fears were worn away. My brother no longer plagued my thoughts and to the surprise of all I found I could laugh outloud. The sweetness of her arms chased away the anger and pain, and her laughter became real to those around her. Life is not perfect, but it is no longer bitter.
It is because of Everett I was able to feel joy, and it was because of him that I able to embrace Jubilee and her joy now. Perhaps there is such a thing as fate, and perhaps we are all meant to have someone out of the billions on this planet. I had one and was given another. Of all of things I could have ever wanted, this one thing was taken away from me and by some miracle I received it again.
-fin-
Warnings: Slash (although very G-rated) between Monet and a female character, which means in laymen's terms that there are implied sexual situations between two characters of the same sex. Got a problem with that and leave now. Flames will not be tolerated.
A/N: This is a one-shot attempt at understanding Monet's POV (as demanded by my sister) and from reading way too many Frodo/Sam stories. Somehow it evolved into what it is now, so THERE ARE WARNINGS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STORY TO PREVENT SPOILAGE. The only warning now is that you keep an open mind.
Feedback: Please! It feeds the cravings :)
In A Lifetime
Of all of things I could have ever wanted, this one thing was taken away from me. Wrenched from my arms by unwitting and ungrateful pawns in Adrienne's games. Such games whose only rule was to hurt her elder sister. Surprisingly Emma lost the least of us that day.
It was such pure joy when he kissed me that first time, his gentle arms so firm and confident about me. My teammates would laugh at this account, claiming that I have no need for things like love and affection. What they do not know is that a childhood barren of kindness has made me self-sufficient to be without.
Why he didn't stay synched with me is a question only I know the answer to. In that instant the flames touched him, he knew that he would not survive. Telepaths bear burdens harder and longer than other mutants, and to share a death of a loved one is like reliving it for an eternity after. The yearn to follow becomes unbearable, the need to enter the brightness of hope beyond any craving found here on earth. In that instant of sacrifice he died alone so that I would not.
If I could have looked into the future, seen his children...our children laughing as they ran and played. If I knew that he was going to die before becoming a man. Even my strength could not save him. His greatest power being that he could connect with all of us, share the intimate parts of his being so that we could share it with each other. Sharing when I could not.
His blood still adorns the outfit I wore that day, a dark black patch that I am loathe to clean. Everytime I close my eyes I can see his face, feel the wounded flesh beneath my hands, smell the stench of burning rubble, and hear the screams that were my own. A telepath never forgets, each child I bear will have the remembrance of his face, and hint of laughter in their voices because he will not be forgotten. My very soul keeps a part of him, living each day so that he can see another. It is because of him I smile when someone makes a joke, it was his laughter that gave me joy and it was his life that gave me purpose.
Out of everyone that I've lost his death was the darkest. I was too young to remember my mother and the twins were returned to me.
It was because I kept his death so near to me that I was able to finally accept Jubilee's joy. For years she has managed to keep this spirit that I didn't think was possible after all that she had been through. Yes, I know of her pain, the nightmares that keep her screaming in the night. She may be shielded while awake but at night, when her defenses are down she allows them to slip.
The first night she came back after being held by Bastion, she smiled and talked as if she was glad to be back. I was deep asleep ,when my dreams grew dark and brooding. Even after I awoke, I could feel the fear like a dark presence in my mind and the taste of panic bitter in my mouth. There was no moon that night, as if it shunned the earth knowing the pain that was happening on it. It was Jubilee's soft sobbing that drew me to her room, the fear growing as I came closer and closer until it almost became too much to bear. Apparently Bastion's forays into torturing had unleashed Jubilee's latent telepathy, and she was sending out such strong emotions it was a wonder that Xavier himself did not feel it. A wonder, but no surprise since there is none so blind that those who do not want to see it. Which explains Emma's lack of appearance or comment on the matter.
I had never much liked the girl, she was far too exposed emotionally for my liking. It was only them that I realized she exposed only what she saw fit to share, and that was very little.
She looked so young, lying there in the dark crying as if her heart would break. My power was never subtle, never soft but in the darkness I gently took her pain away. I could not erase her memories, it would not be fair to her, to ignore the suffering she went through, but I could ease the sting of them. I didn't probe too deeply, for it was hers to share and not mine, but what I did see kept me up the rest of the night. Not even her beloved Wolverine could guess what she went through.
I never said anything, but night after night I strayed to her bedside to ease her sleep. She continued to laugh during the day and cry at night. Its amazing what the human heart suffers through in order to make other's happy.
It was not long after that Everett and I kissed, and less than a month later he was dead. For once, my emotions were raw and on edge as I struggle to get through each day, each hour without him. I understood what it was that drove other to kill, because for the longest time all I wanted was blood. I needed the sticky, dark red liquid from those boys that saw fit to torment Ev's last few days and then last hour. I would have killed Adrienne if Emma hadn't.
I would have slipped away if it hadn't been for Jubilee. Just two months after his death, she came to me offering nothing but a hug and someone to talk to. A simple offer of friendship that I lashed out at, belittling her. Jubilee is nothing if not surprising, and returned the next day with the same offer.
It was not easy, to speak of ...him. Speaking to someone who loved him as well, made it easier. She found me up on the roof one night, clutching a jersey of his that had gotten left behind in my room somehow. The fabric still smelled of his cologne, and the taint of sweat. Her eyes flickered with sadness as she saw the garment, but she said nothing as she climbed up beside me with an ease that suggested that I was not the only one who ventured up here.
Storms had thundered in the area earlier that morning, but as I looked up there were stars beyond number and the moon had decided to make an appearance. I suppose I should have felt grateful, but I could not bring a smile to my face. I found myself talking, speaking about his life and the way he was to the unjudging ear beside me. Unburdening my soul lasted until the sun began to creep up over the horizon, and I felt a wetness on my cheek. It appears the ice princess as I am called, is capable of tears after all. Jubilee said nothing, just embraced me until I stopped and then left me to the morning.
In the day that followed, I found myself watching her. Seeing the unadultrated joy she took and demanded from a life that felt little need to please her. I admit it was intoxicating to be around. It took a long time to open my heart again, to accept that there could be one other in this lifetime for me. When I finally went to her, shy for the first time in my life, and kissed her, I could feel her smile.
In the years that followed her nightmares became dreams, and my fears were worn away. My brother no longer plagued my thoughts and to the surprise of all I found I could laugh outloud. The sweetness of her arms chased away the anger and pain, and her laughter became real to those around her. Life is not perfect, but it is no longer bitter.
It is because of Everett I was able to feel joy, and it was because of him that I able to embrace Jubilee and her joy now. Perhaps there is such a thing as fate, and perhaps we are all meant to have someone out of the billions on this planet. I had one and was given another. Of all of things I could have ever wanted, this one thing was taken away from me and by some miracle I received it again.
-fin-
Warnings: Slash (although very G-rated) between Monet and a female character, which means in laymen's terms that there are implied sexual situations between two characters of the same sex. Got a problem with that and leave now. Flames will not be tolerated.