A change in the air
By Todd fan
Disclaimer: "Who wouldn't want to be an X-Man it's sooo Fullfulling".
As you can tell from the quote, i saw Joyride for the first time on Sunday. What a great eppy!.
So THATS where i heard ps118, it sounded familiar. Don't worry, i'm not going to neglect the X-men. It's just that most of the stuff that happens in this fic is in the 'Hood house.
Okay, a quick note, if you haven't read my first fic 'I turn to you' most of this chapter won't make a dolop of sense. Those that HAVE read it may gleefully point out that i have contradicted some things, turst me, i haven't all will be revealed. I have had to put the rating up on the fic a wee bit 'cause of the content of this chapter, you have been warned.
Chapter 15 - Past hurts.
The woman sat on the couch, trembling with fear. She twisted her wedding ring around on her finger. Her golden eyes looked up nervously at the clock. A door banging announced her fears, he husband had arrived home. The man walked into the the plush living room and put his briefcase down. Neither of them noticed a todler hiding behind the door. He smiled at the woman.
"Hello Lucy", he said with an English accent, taking off his jacket, "did you have a good day?".
"Yes...i suppose", said Lucy with a sigh, her own accent Italian, watching her husband warily.
"Good", he said, walking over to a table and pouring a brandy into a glass, "i'm sure those investors will put their money into our next project".
"Thats nice", said Lucy, forcing a smile, "your son is asleep. You can go say goodnight to him if you like".
The man gave a shudder.
"What have i said about calling that...that...THING my son?", he said, narrowing his steely blue eyes.
"Well he IS your son, like it or not", said Lucy, feeling brave, she stood up and looked eye to eye with the man, "you can't disown him Daniel!".
"I can and will", said Daniel, a slight edge to his voice, "he's a freak. And it came from YOUR genes, not mine!".
"He's still your son!", said Lucy angrily, "you can't change that!".
"I have already decided that i will", said Daniel, "he's going to an orphanage in the morning".
"No!", shouted Lucy, "you can't take my child away from me!".
She slapped Daniel across the face. He narrowed his eyes at her. Lucy gave a squeak of fright and started to back away.
"Daniel...i..i", she stammed.
Daniel gave a shout of rage and threw the glass across the room, it smashed against the wall, spreading glass everywhere.
"How DARE you!", snarled Daniel, his steely blue eyes flashing dangerously, "you are my wife and you will do as i say!. You understand?".
"I....i....No!", said Lucy, standing straight, "i am not your property. And neither is our son. I...i want a divorce. And if i go, i'm taking him with me".
"You want a divorce?", said Daniel, then burst out laughing, "thats rich!. How do you expect to pay your way?. Unless you want to put that abomination in a freak show.. that should make some money".
Lucy narrowed her eyes.
"Va fa napoli!", she said, spitting on her husband's shoes.
"You little wrech!", said Daniel.
He raised a hand and smacked her to the ground. She gave a yelp of pain, but still stared angrily at her husband.
"Go ahead, beat me up!", she said, "i've been waiting for it all night. You might as well get it over with".
Daniel gave a shout of rage and grabbed his wife off the floor, he shook her then threw her against the wall. The sickening sound of bones breaking filled the room. Lucy slumped down on the floor and started coughing up blood. Daniel narrowed his eyes at her and grabbed his coat.
"I'm going out", he said, "and when i come back, you and that...that freak better be gone".
With that he marched out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Lucy winced in pain and brought herself up to a sitting position. She wiped the blood from around her mouth and a few drops on her bautiful blonde hair that was hanging down her face, tears starting to run from her eyes.
"Mamma?".
Lucy looked up to see a small boy, her son, only three years old, standing by the door. He was in his pajamas, his golden eyes so much like her own looked at her worriedly.
"Hi honey", said Lucy, smiling, despite the pain, "i thought you were asleep?".
"I heard shouting", said her son, "did daddy hit you again?.".
Lucy sighed and closed her eyes. Her child had inherited her perception, he wasn't easy to fool. She truly wished he didn't know about this though.She started to sob. Her son toddled over and gave her a hug.
"Don't cry mamma", he said, his tiny hands wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry sweetheart", she said with a sigh, running a hand through his dusty blonde hair, "listen...what do you say me and you get out of here huh?. Go out into the world?".
"Away from daddy and all the fighting?", he asked, his face lighting up.
"Yeah, away from all that", said Lucy.
"But...how will we live?", he asked, cocking his head to the side in puzzlement, "i mean, we don't have that much money. And what if daddy comes after us?".
"You ask too many questions", said Lucy with a chuckle, "and don't you worry, we'll get by. Hey you'll get to go to a real neat school and i'll make sure you have the best education. You're pretty smart for a three year old you know?".
"I know", said the boy with a chuckle, he then frowned, "but..but what if the other kids don't like me...what if they tease me and call me names?".
He looked down at his webbed hands and sighed. Lucy narrowed her eyes and then smiled. She put her hand on his cheek and brought it up.
"Hey, if you can't be cool, be feared", she said, "don't let them push you around. Make them respect you, and they will".
The little boy sighed and nodded.
"Yes mamma".
Lucy suddenly started to have a coughing fit, when it subsided, she winced in pain.
"Are you hurt mamma?", asked the boy.
"I'll be fine", said Lucy.
Though she didn't FEEL fine. Her she couldn't feel below her legs and it felt like her lungs were ready to explode. She was finding it difficult to breathe.She coughed again and noticed more blood, she groaned, it hurt so much.
"Mamma?".
She looked down to her worried son.
"Listen to me. I want you to get out of this hellhole as soon as you can", she said to him, "i don't want you to stay here any longer than you have to. I want you to promise me something".
"Anything for you mamma", said her son, getting closer.
"Promise me you wont grow up to be like your father. Don't treat people like punching bags, don't let greed get the better of you. I want you to grow up decent, not like him. Do you promise?".
"I promise", said her son, his eyes starting to fill with tears.
Lucy smiled.
"Good boy", she said quitely, then smiled, "you want to know something?".
"Uh huh", said her son, fighting back tears.
"I never liked the name you dad gave you".
"Neither do i. It sucks", said her son, pouting, "it's a stupid name".
Lucy gave a small laugh, instantly regretting it when her body seared with pain.
"You know what i wanted to call you?", she asked her eyes starting to glase over.
"What?", sniffled her son.
"Todd", said Lucy, "it was my father's name...your grandfather. I always liked it".
She pulled her son close and smiled.
"I guess we don't get our own way in this house though", she said with a sigh, "i...i'm going to go to sleep for a little while now. When i wake up, we can leave, okay?".
"Okay mamma", said her son, cuddling up to his mother.
Lucy smiled and kissed her son on the head, "goodnight Mortimer".
"Goodnight mamma", he said, giving her a hug.
She smiled and closed her eyes.
Rogue sat up sudenly in her bed with a shout. She breathed heavily, glancing around. As soon as she was aware of her surroundings, she gave a sigh. She looked over to Kitty's bed, luckily, her roomate was still sleeping. Rogue sighed and got out of bed. She quietly walked out of her room and into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat down. She wished she knew how to block out other people's memories. It wasn't easy, looking at the people she had absorbed, knowing their pasts. Knowing things that they would never tell anyone else.
"Not sleeping well?".
Rogue looked up with a jolt and saw Xavier. She forced a small smile.
"Whatever gave ya that idea?", she said.
Xavier smiled and tapped his head.
"It's not easy to 'turn off' physcic powers", he said, "some of the more vivid phsycic messages get through. You have been having trouble with THIS dream...this memory for a while now, haven't you?".
Rogue nodded solmenly.
"It's kinda hard ta block out", she said with a sigh.
"Mmmm. I have a sugestion for you Rogue", said Xavier, putting his hands together as he always did when he was thinking.
"Anything", said Rogue.
"Why don't you talk to Mr. Tolensky. It is HIS memory, maybe he can shed some light on it", said Xavier, "it helped soothe the memory you had from Mystique when you knew what most of it meant".
"A'h had a feelin' ya'll was gonna say that", said Rogue with a sigh, "a'h doubt he'll talk ta me about it. When a'h was in the Brotherhood, he never let on about his past. Now a'h know why".
"I'm sure you can convince him", said Xavier.
"A'h hope so", said Rogue, "Todd's as stuborn as a mule and then some".
Whoa ha ha ha ha ha ha!. I shall leave it there, 'aint i cruel?. Please review, your thoughts count :D Until next time then....
By Todd fan
Disclaimer: "Who wouldn't want to be an X-Man it's sooo Fullfulling".
As you can tell from the quote, i saw Joyride for the first time on Sunday. What a great eppy!.
So THATS where i heard ps118, it sounded familiar. Don't worry, i'm not going to neglect the X-men. It's just that most of the stuff that happens in this fic is in the 'Hood house.
Okay, a quick note, if you haven't read my first fic 'I turn to you' most of this chapter won't make a dolop of sense. Those that HAVE read it may gleefully point out that i have contradicted some things, turst me, i haven't all will be revealed. I have had to put the rating up on the fic a wee bit 'cause of the content of this chapter, you have been warned.
Chapter 15 - Past hurts.
The woman sat on the couch, trembling with fear. She twisted her wedding ring around on her finger. Her golden eyes looked up nervously at the clock. A door banging announced her fears, he husband had arrived home. The man walked into the the plush living room and put his briefcase down. Neither of them noticed a todler hiding behind the door. He smiled at the woman.
"Hello Lucy", he said with an English accent, taking off his jacket, "did you have a good day?".
"Yes...i suppose", said Lucy with a sigh, her own accent Italian, watching her husband warily.
"Good", he said, walking over to a table and pouring a brandy into a glass, "i'm sure those investors will put their money into our next project".
"Thats nice", said Lucy, forcing a smile, "your son is asleep. You can go say goodnight to him if you like".
The man gave a shudder.
"What have i said about calling that...that...THING my son?", he said, narrowing his steely blue eyes.
"Well he IS your son, like it or not", said Lucy, feeling brave, she stood up and looked eye to eye with the man, "you can't disown him Daniel!".
"I can and will", said Daniel, a slight edge to his voice, "he's a freak. And it came from YOUR genes, not mine!".
"He's still your son!", said Lucy angrily, "you can't change that!".
"I have already decided that i will", said Daniel, "he's going to an orphanage in the morning".
"No!", shouted Lucy, "you can't take my child away from me!".
She slapped Daniel across the face. He narrowed his eyes at her. Lucy gave a squeak of fright and started to back away.
"Daniel...i..i", she stammed.
Daniel gave a shout of rage and threw the glass across the room, it smashed against the wall, spreading glass everywhere.
"How DARE you!", snarled Daniel, his steely blue eyes flashing dangerously, "you are my wife and you will do as i say!. You understand?".
"I....i....No!", said Lucy, standing straight, "i am not your property. And neither is our son. I...i want a divorce. And if i go, i'm taking him with me".
"You want a divorce?", said Daniel, then burst out laughing, "thats rich!. How do you expect to pay your way?. Unless you want to put that abomination in a freak show.. that should make some money".
Lucy narrowed her eyes.
"Va fa napoli!", she said, spitting on her husband's shoes.
"You little wrech!", said Daniel.
He raised a hand and smacked her to the ground. She gave a yelp of pain, but still stared angrily at her husband.
"Go ahead, beat me up!", she said, "i've been waiting for it all night. You might as well get it over with".
Daniel gave a shout of rage and grabbed his wife off the floor, he shook her then threw her against the wall. The sickening sound of bones breaking filled the room. Lucy slumped down on the floor and started coughing up blood. Daniel narrowed his eyes at her and grabbed his coat.
"I'm going out", he said, "and when i come back, you and that...that freak better be gone".
With that he marched out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Lucy winced in pain and brought herself up to a sitting position. She wiped the blood from around her mouth and a few drops on her bautiful blonde hair that was hanging down her face, tears starting to run from her eyes.
"Mamma?".
Lucy looked up to see a small boy, her son, only three years old, standing by the door. He was in his pajamas, his golden eyes so much like her own looked at her worriedly.
"Hi honey", said Lucy, smiling, despite the pain, "i thought you were asleep?".
"I heard shouting", said her son, "did daddy hit you again?.".
Lucy sighed and closed her eyes. Her child had inherited her perception, he wasn't easy to fool. She truly wished he didn't know about this though.She started to sob. Her son toddled over and gave her a hug.
"Don't cry mamma", he said, his tiny hands wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"I'm sorry sweetheart", she said with a sigh, running a hand through his dusty blonde hair, "listen...what do you say me and you get out of here huh?. Go out into the world?".
"Away from daddy and all the fighting?", he asked, his face lighting up.
"Yeah, away from all that", said Lucy.
"But...how will we live?", he asked, cocking his head to the side in puzzlement, "i mean, we don't have that much money. And what if daddy comes after us?".
"You ask too many questions", said Lucy with a chuckle, "and don't you worry, we'll get by. Hey you'll get to go to a real neat school and i'll make sure you have the best education. You're pretty smart for a three year old you know?".
"I know", said the boy with a chuckle, he then frowned, "but..but what if the other kids don't like me...what if they tease me and call me names?".
He looked down at his webbed hands and sighed. Lucy narrowed her eyes and then smiled. She put her hand on his cheek and brought it up.
"Hey, if you can't be cool, be feared", she said, "don't let them push you around. Make them respect you, and they will".
The little boy sighed and nodded.
"Yes mamma".
Lucy suddenly started to have a coughing fit, when it subsided, she winced in pain.
"Are you hurt mamma?", asked the boy.
"I'll be fine", said Lucy.
Though she didn't FEEL fine. Her she couldn't feel below her legs and it felt like her lungs were ready to explode. She was finding it difficult to breathe.She coughed again and noticed more blood, she groaned, it hurt so much.
"Mamma?".
She looked down to her worried son.
"Listen to me. I want you to get out of this hellhole as soon as you can", she said to him, "i don't want you to stay here any longer than you have to. I want you to promise me something".
"Anything for you mamma", said her son, getting closer.
"Promise me you wont grow up to be like your father. Don't treat people like punching bags, don't let greed get the better of you. I want you to grow up decent, not like him. Do you promise?".
"I promise", said her son, his eyes starting to fill with tears.
Lucy smiled.
"Good boy", she said quitely, then smiled, "you want to know something?".
"Uh huh", said her son, fighting back tears.
"I never liked the name you dad gave you".
"Neither do i. It sucks", said her son, pouting, "it's a stupid name".
Lucy gave a small laugh, instantly regretting it when her body seared with pain.
"You know what i wanted to call you?", she asked her eyes starting to glase over.
"What?", sniffled her son.
"Todd", said Lucy, "it was my father's name...your grandfather. I always liked it".
She pulled her son close and smiled.
"I guess we don't get our own way in this house though", she said with a sigh, "i...i'm going to go to sleep for a little while now. When i wake up, we can leave, okay?".
"Okay mamma", said her son, cuddling up to his mother.
Lucy smiled and kissed her son on the head, "goodnight Mortimer".
"Goodnight mamma", he said, giving her a hug.
She smiled and closed her eyes.
Rogue sat up sudenly in her bed with a shout. She breathed heavily, glancing around. As soon as she was aware of her surroundings, she gave a sigh. She looked over to Kitty's bed, luckily, her roomate was still sleeping. Rogue sighed and got out of bed. She quietly walked out of her room and into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat down. She wished she knew how to block out other people's memories. It wasn't easy, looking at the people she had absorbed, knowing their pasts. Knowing things that they would never tell anyone else.
"Not sleeping well?".
Rogue looked up with a jolt and saw Xavier. She forced a small smile.
"Whatever gave ya that idea?", she said.
Xavier smiled and tapped his head.
"It's not easy to 'turn off' physcic powers", he said, "some of the more vivid phsycic messages get through. You have been having trouble with THIS dream...this memory for a while now, haven't you?".
Rogue nodded solmenly.
"It's kinda hard ta block out", she said with a sigh.
"Mmmm. I have a sugestion for you Rogue", said Xavier, putting his hands together as he always did when he was thinking.
"Anything", said Rogue.
"Why don't you talk to Mr. Tolensky. It is HIS memory, maybe he can shed some light on it", said Xavier, "it helped soothe the memory you had from Mystique when you knew what most of it meant".
"A'h had a feelin' ya'll was gonna say that", said Rogue with a sigh, "a'h doubt he'll talk ta me about it. When a'h was in the Brotherhood, he never let on about his past. Now a'h know why".
"I'm sure you can convince him", said Xavier.
"A'h hope so", said Rogue, "Todd's as stuborn as a mule and then some".
Whoa ha ha ha ha ha ha!. I shall leave it there, 'aint i cruel?. Please review, your thoughts count :D Until next time then....