Pietro stared up at the mansion, though the steel fence, and at a certain
window. It would take him a matter of seconds to get there, then he would
say his goodbye, and he was gone. He was doing something that they'd only
spoken of in hushed whispers in the back of the class, he was running. He
knew he had to make this one farewell face-to-face. She wasn't someone you
could very well leave a note for saying, 'Sorry toots, but I'm gone,' like
he'd done to his 'family'. He already knew that they'd understand, or Lance
would at least. But, not her. Well, he reasoned, she might understand why
he was going, but not why he didn't talk to her. And besides that, he
didn't want to leave her like that. He cared about her, and he'd curse the
day she would shed a tear over him.
Okay, what was the plan again? Oh yeah, go up there, wake her up, say goodbye, and leave. Piece of cake, right?
He knew even before he started running that it wouldn't be that easy.
His heart wouldn't let it.
He reached her door in the amount of time it took normal people to snap their fingers, but for what seemed like the first time in his life; he hesitated to open the door. He knew deep down in his soul that if she asked him to stay, he would crumble and stay. However, he also knew that she wouldn't do that to him if he really wanted to go.
He swallowed hard and pushed the door open. Her scent reached him first, a gentle mix of lavender and vanilla, and he chuckled to himself. Such a soft aroma to go with such a hard girl, the irony.
He walked over to her bed and gingerly placed his hand on her shoulder. Just as he was going to nudge her awake, she shifted positions, and was now turned to face him. A small piece of snow-white hair fell into her eyes, and it happened.
The incredible Pietro Maximoff lost his nerve.
His knees buckled and his heart raced.
How could he leave her? She was so beautiful, she was *his* beautiful. And he was going to throw it away?
He cursed heavily under his breath, 'God I'm such a dumbfuck.'
His hand went unconsciously to brush the hair from her closed eyes, but he caught himself just millimeters from her skin. He pulled it away and flew to her dresser; the top left drawer held all her gloves. He picked a pair of black leather ones, and quickly caught the time on her dresser, he'd been here for three minutes.
Experience told him short, dark, and hairy would be here in at least five more minutes.
Experience he sorely wished he didn't have.
He remembered that night very well, she'd warned him, but he had just brushed it off, and said that he could handle anything, even Logan. She had laughed softly and asked whom he thought he was. He answered simply, Superman, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She had, of course, indulged him, telling him that Superman wasn't nearly as cute.
Then *he* came in, and had it not been for Kitty waking up and falling through the floor, he was sure Logan would have easily cut off his limbs, and marred his perfect face.
After that she'd been under extremely close observation and had double Danger Room Sessions for a month. It would have been worse, except Xavier had gotten in her mind and seen that all they'd done was talk about menial things, and as Rogue had pointed out, It not like could have done anything bad anyway.
Pietro shook his head and cut his trip down memory lane short.
He tucked all lose strands behind her ear, and lightly blew on her closed eyelids. They fluttered softly, while she batted blindly at him.
"Go way, Pietro," she mumbled.
"Wakey, wakey Sleeping Beauty, I need to talk to you," his voice was low and kind.
She took in a deep breath, and sat up slowly with her sliver-haired companion's help.
"What is it?"
"…"
"Pietro?"
His courage retreated at a speed not even he could catch.
"Take a walk with me."
If she was at all asleep earlier, then she was wide-awake now. "Walk? Pietro what's wrong?"
His mouth hung agape like a fish out of water for a moment. "I'm leaving," he whispered.
"Leavin'? Ta where?"
"I don't know."
"Are ya comin' back?"
"I don't know."
"Do ya know anythan'?"
"I know I want you to come with me."
"…"
"Please."
"Ah…Ah can't."
"I know."
"Do you…"
"Yes."
She left it at that, and Pietro thanked Gad and the angels that she didn't ask why.
"Ah'll miss ya."
"I'll miss you more."
He could see the tears glistening in the moonlight.
"Will you wait for me?"
"Fa as long as Ah can."
"Goodbye then," he stood to walk away.
"No. Ah'll see ya later."
He smiled, "Right, see you later."
His hand was on the door and it was already halfway open. When he turned back to her, to find she was already up and coming toward him. He caught her with open arms and kissed the top of he hair.
"Hey," she called into his shirt, "You're takin' mah gloves."
He smiled, "Can I keep 'em?"
"Ah guess."
"You know why I have to go don't you?"
She stepped back and nodded, "Take care of yourself?"
"You too."
"Hey Rogue?"
"Ya?"
"I love you."
"Ah love ya too."
With that he turned and left, tears streaking from his crystal blue eyes.
::Sniff, sniff:: So sad, I think I gonna cry.
Pietro: But why'd I leave?!
Rogue: Ya! Why'd he leave!?
BAZ: Honestly I dunno. But he had to leave to make the fic.
Pietro: But I don't wunna leave!
BAZ: Don't worry Petey, you'll be back in the next chapter.
Rogue: ::grumbling:: It bettah take place the next day.
BAZ: Actually it takes place ten years later.
Pietro & Rogue: WHAT!?
BAZ: heh heh, Gotta go.
Okay, what was the plan again? Oh yeah, go up there, wake her up, say goodbye, and leave. Piece of cake, right?
He knew even before he started running that it wouldn't be that easy.
His heart wouldn't let it.
He reached her door in the amount of time it took normal people to snap their fingers, but for what seemed like the first time in his life; he hesitated to open the door. He knew deep down in his soul that if she asked him to stay, he would crumble and stay. However, he also knew that she wouldn't do that to him if he really wanted to go.
He swallowed hard and pushed the door open. Her scent reached him first, a gentle mix of lavender and vanilla, and he chuckled to himself. Such a soft aroma to go with such a hard girl, the irony.
He walked over to her bed and gingerly placed his hand on her shoulder. Just as he was going to nudge her awake, she shifted positions, and was now turned to face him. A small piece of snow-white hair fell into her eyes, and it happened.
The incredible Pietro Maximoff lost his nerve.
His knees buckled and his heart raced.
How could he leave her? She was so beautiful, she was *his* beautiful. And he was going to throw it away?
He cursed heavily under his breath, 'God I'm such a dumbfuck.'
His hand went unconsciously to brush the hair from her closed eyes, but he caught himself just millimeters from her skin. He pulled it away and flew to her dresser; the top left drawer held all her gloves. He picked a pair of black leather ones, and quickly caught the time on her dresser, he'd been here for three minutes.
Experience told him short, dark, and hairy would be here in at least five more minutes.
Experience he sorely wished he didn't have.
He remembered that night very well, she'd warned him, but he had just brushed it off, and said that he could handle anything, even Logan. She had laughed softly and asked whom he thought he was. He answered simply, Superman, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She had, of course, indulged him, telling him that Superman wasn't nearly as cute.
Then *he* came in, and had it not been for Kitty waking up and falling through the floor, he was sure Logan would have easily cut off his limbs, and marred his perfect face.
After that she'd been under extremely close observation and had double Danger Room Sessions for a month. It would have been worse, except Xavier had gotten in her mind and seen that all they'd done was talk about menial things, and as Rogue had pointed out, It not like could have done anything bad anyway.
Pietro shook his head and cut his trip down memory lane short.
He tucked all lose strands behind her ear, and lightly blew on her closed eyelids. They fluttered softly, while she batted blindly at him.
"Go way, Pietro," she mumbled.
"Wakey, wakey Sleeping Beauty, I need to talk to you," his voice was low and kind.
She took in a deep breath, and sat up slowly with her sliver-haired companion's help.
"What is it?"
"…"
"Pietro?"
His courage retreated at a speed not even he could catch.
"Take a walk with me."
If she was at all asleep earlier, then she was wide-awake now. "Walk? Pietro what's wrong?"
His mouth hung agape like a fish out of water for a moment. "I'm leaving," he whispered.
"Leavin'? Ta where?"
"I don't know."
"Are ya comin' back?"
"I don't know."
"Do ya know anythan'?"
"I know I want you to come with me."
"…"
"Please."
"Ah…Ah can't."
"I know."
"Do you…"
"Yes."
She left it at that, and Pietro thanked Gad and the angels that she didn't ask why.
"Ah'll miss ya."
"I'll miss you more."
He could see the tears glistening in the moonlight.
"Will you wait for me?"
"Fa as long as Ah can."
"Goodbye then," he stood to walk away.
"No. Ah'll see ya later."
He smiled, "Right, see you later."
His hand was on the door and it was already halfway open. When he turned back to her, to find she was already up and coming toward him. He caught her with open arms and kissed the top of he hair.
"Hey," she called into his shirt, "You're takin' mah gloves."
He smiled, "Can I keep 'em?"
"Ah guess."
"You know why I have to go don't you?"
She stepped back and nodded, "Take care of yourself?"
"You too."
"Hey Rogue?"
"Ya?"
"I love you."
"Ah love ya too."
With that he turned and left, tears streaking from his crystal blue eyes.
::Sniff, sniff:: So sad, I think I gonna cry.
Pietro: But why'd I leave?!
Rogue: Ya! Why'd he leave!?
BAZ: Honestly I dunno. But he had to leave to make the fic.
Pietro: But I don't wunna leave!
BAZ: Don't worry Petey, you'll be back in the next chapter.
Rogue: ::grumbling:: It bettah take place the next day.
BAZ: Actually it takes place ten years later.
Pietro & Rogue: WHAT!?
BAZ: heh heh, Gotta go.