DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters; they are the brilliant
creation and property of James Cameron, FOX etc. I do own Faith and some
minor characters, but you know the rest.
SPOILERS: Takes place after Freak Nation - the imaginary season 3.
Chapter Fifteen:
They were dancing hand in hand, cheek to cheek. Alec was handsomely garbed in a tuxedo, Faith in a spectacularly sexy ball gown. He dipped her and she giggled, her voice echoing, "What are you doing?" The room had changed to a darkened street and Alec could see people everywhere. Bodies everywhere too. Commotion. He saw himself with his head buried in Faith's chest, sobbing loudly and full of anguish. "It wasn't your fault." "I should have saved you. The bullet was meant for me." "You were shot already...please accept that I saved you. Don't blame yourself. We both shouldn't die and you're dead by choice. Snap out of it and live." "Faith. I love you. I miss you. Everyday I awake and I feel you inside. And it hurts me more than anything. Constantly." "Alec listen to me, don't make my death in vain, a waste. Live your life - move on. Remember me in passing, but don't dwell. I loved you from the moment our eyes first met. Think about what I've said." She looked at him, her beautiful face soft with emotion. He reached out to feel her cheek, but she was gone, her voice echoing in his head, "What do you think you're doing?"
Alec awoke, his body perspiring profusely, even for a transgenic. He looked at the photo of Faith beside his bed. He closed his eyes painfully, before quickly snapping them open. He would get up today - he had to for her. He emerged later from the shower, his body scrubbed clean and he stared thoughtfully at his reflection. He snatched at the scissors in the draw and stared snipping at his hair. It would be uneven, but it had to be better than this. As he finished he nodded his approval, it was short - just like Faith had liked it. He lathered his face up and shaved away the stubble, which had grown. The bags under his eyes were still there, but Alec looked more or less himself. He knew that he needed to put weight back on and start training his muscles again. His eyes fell to his neck and traced the fading lines Faith had left when she had marked him. He wanted the scars to stay forever, a reminder of their love; but that was unlikely, X's rarely scarred. Alec dressed and once satisfied with his appearance, stepped outside. It was still early, so he headed over to a building in the far corner of Terminal City. His piano was still there, eagerly anticipating his arrival and use of it. He closed his eyes and lifted the case, then delved into the music, lost and momentarily happy in a blissful world of forget.
Hours later he emerged to see the sun shining directly above. Alec breathed in the warm air and thought to himself how strange it was for Seattle to be so tepid. He headed up the steps to headquarters, stopping fleetingly to look around at his city, their city, then headed inside. All heads in the room shot up as he entered. This was the first time any of them had seen him since the night he had lost Faith. Alec surveyed the room. Faith's jacket was still slung carelessly over the back of her chair, her cell phone tossed carelessly on the table. Even her pen sat on a pile of documents, the end chewed slightly. The sight of these mundane objects created a burning, prickly sensation in the back of his throat and he swallowed. "Alec!", Welcomed Dix finally. Luke, Joshua, Reese and several unknown transgenics joined in the greeting, after staring at him for some time in shock. Alec looked over at them and curtly nodded. Something was off though... "Where's Max?" They all looked at each other before Joshua finally spoke up, scratching at his neck, "Lil...Lil Fella's sleeping. In the hospital?" "Sleeping?" Reese moved towards him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Coma." Alec whirled away, his face dropping as everyone looked away in silence. He stared at them, crestfallen, before running out of the room at lightening speed.
Chapter Fifteen:
They were dancing hand in hand, cheek to cheek. Alec was handsomely garbed in a tuxedo, Faith in a spectacularly sexy ball gown. He dipped her and she giggled, her voice echoing, "What are you doing?" The room had changed to a darkened street and Alec could see people everywhere. Bodies everywhere too. Commotion. He saw himself with his head buried in Faith's chest, sobbing loudly and full of anguish. "It wasn't your fault." "I should have saved you. The bullet was meant for me." "You were shot already...please accept that I saved you. Don't blame yourself. We both shouldn't die and you're dead by choice. Snap out of it and live." "Faith. I love you. I miss you. Everyday I awake and I feel you inside. And it hurts me more than anything. Constantly." "Alec listen to me, don't make my death in vain, a waste. Live your life - move on. Remember me in passing, but don't dwell. I loved you from the moment our eyes first met. Think about what I've said." She looked at him, her beautiful face soft with emotion. He reached out to feel her cheek, but she was gone, her voice echoing in his head, "What do you think you're doing?"
Alec awoke, his body perspiring profusely, even for a transgenic. He looked at the photo of Faith beside his bed. He closed his eyes painfully, before quickly snapping them open. He would get up today - he had to for her. He emerged later from the shower, his body scrubbed clean and he stared thoughtfully at his reflection. He snatched at the scissors in the draw and stared snipping at his hair. It would be uneven, but it had to be better than this. As he finished he nodded his approval, it was short - just like Faith had liked it. He lathered his face up and shaved away the stubble, which had grown. The bags under his eyes were still there, but Alec looked more or less himself. He knew that he needed to put weight back on and start training his muscles again. His eyes fell to his neck and traced the fading lines Faith had left when she had marked him. He wanted the scars to stay forever, a reminder of their love; but that was unlikely, X's rarely scarred. Alec dressed and once satisfied with his appearance, stepped outside. It was still early, so he headed over to a building in the far corner of Terminal City. His piano was still there, eagerly anticipating his arrival and use of it. He closed his eyes and lifted the case, then delved into the music, lost and momentarily happy in a blissful world of forget.
Hours later he emerged to see the sun shining directly above. Alec breathed in the warm air and thought to himself how strange it was for Seattle to be so tepid. He headed up the steps to headquarters, stopping fleetingly to look around at his city, their city, then headed inside. All heads in the room shot up as he entered. This was the first time any of them had seen him since the night he had lost Faith. Alec surveyed the room. Faith's jacket was still slung carelessly over the back of her chair, her cell phone tossed carelessly on the table. Even her pen sat on a pile of documents, the end chewed slightly. The sight of these mundane objects created a burning, prickly sensation in the back of his throat and he swallowed. "Alec!", Welcomed Dix finally. Luke, Joshua, Reese and several unknown transgenics joined in the greeting, after staring at him for some time in shock. Alec looked over at them and curtly nodded. Something was off though... "Where's Max?" They all looked at each other before Joshua finally spoke up, scratching at his neck, "Lil...Lil Fella's sleeping. In the hospital?" "Sleeping?" Reese moved towards him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Coma." Alec whirled away, his face dropping as everyone looked away in silence. He stared at them, crestfallen, before running out of the room at lightening speed.