Daydreams and Desires
Author's Note: This fan fiction does not include any MAJOR spoilers, but it is set to an entire scene of the movie. If you don't want this little scene (and a good little scene at that) to be revealed, please don't read this. But if by chance you do, or that you've already seen X2, please read on and review my X-Men Movie fan fiction debut!
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I've always known his feelings for her. The way he looked at her, the tension between the two of them- three, if you counted that Boy Scout- it was obvious. What did he see in Jean Grey that he couldn't find in me? After all, I can make myself anyone- even her if he wanted me to.
I was jealous. Jean was just some homely, but pretty woman who I could never be- at least not naturally. She stole his heart the moment she stuck a needle in his arm. He stole my breath away the second his steel claws plunged into my abdomen. While I regard him as an amazing opponent with a body of a god, he only thought of me as a blue bitch that almost killed him and his teammates. I was nothing in his eyes.
That's why I came to him that night disguised as Jean...
It was dark and calm. The exchange between he and Jean had gone awry, and sent them both to their tents early. I opened the folds of his tent and stepped inside quickly.
"Look, I-"
I silenced his surprise with a hungry kiss. Recovering from his shock, he returned it with the same passion. I pushed him onto the floor, our tongue still dueling a private war: a question of lust or virtue. At this point, I don't think either one of us cared. I, at least, succumbed to my inner desire- him.
He traced my stomach with his warm fingertips. I shuddered under his touch, catching his soft lips in mine. His hands traveled further, and that's when the charade ended. He traced the ivory slashes embossed on my skin, and I changed back into my true self.
"No one's left a scar quite like you before," I hissed seductively in his ear.
"What, you want an apology?" he demanded, almost disgusted.
"You know what I want," I whispered, licking his ear. He pulled away. "The question is: what do you want?"
I watched his expression change as I shifted into different women. Storm roused a little emotion, yet Yoriko didn't spark anything into those brilliant pools of his. It was finally my imitation of Rogue that made him snap.
He shoved me off, and I changed back. I took Stryker's form. "What do you want?" I asked. Answers?
In my fantasy, he would've shook his head and said, "I want you."
Confused, I would morph into Jean or something suitable to please him, but he would grab my wrist. "No, you stupid woman. I want you."
I would finally relax into my natural shape and... well... you can take it from there.
But it never happened. He only looked at me disgustedly and shouted, "Get out!"
As I sit here, I wonder if I will ever mean anything to him, or if he will be just another thing I can never have. Will my attempted seduction only end up on my infinite list of failures?
I heard she died. That's why I'm in the mansion tonight. Maybe I would have a chance to attain the unreachable. Maybe with the loss of the incredible Jean Grey I might actually be something to him. With the passing of a goddess, a mimic idol could be born.
"I know you're in here," he said gruffly. Even in the dark, I could see his piercing blue green eyes watching me. He is a predator as I am. We understand each other more than either of us would like to admit. "What do you want?"
I watch his expression as he realizes the irony of his words. "You already know the answer to that question, Wolverine."
He switches on the light just in time to catch me shift into Jean. "You're a sick, twisted bitch, you know that lady?"
"So I've been told," I retort with a grin that didn't place right under Jean's guise.
"You'll never be her," Logan snapped. "You can change your shape, and hell, even hide your scent from me if ya tried, but you will never be the woman I loved."
"She didn't love you," I answered harshly. "She loved that Cyclops boy. Even if she was alive, it wouldn't mean anything."
"Do you enjoy this kind of thing, Mystique?" He shook his head, as though he couldn't believe what I was saying or doing. "I just don't understand the mind of someone like you."
I saunter over to the foot of his bed and change into my natural state. "Oh, I think you do." I place my hand on his chest. "We're both animals. You're the Wolverine and I'm the Raven. You attack with predatory instinct, and I am a spiteful and clever changeling."
"Last time I checked, the animals had nothing to do with each other," he snarled.
"We could change that..." I hiss.
I walk away with a chuckle and a certain swing in my stride. I leave the invitation open, but I know by his glare that he won't take it. For now, our relationship will only be in my mind, though some day this little daydream will become a reality.
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Yeah, yeah, this was short and it sucks. But oh well... I needed to write this. X2 kicks mucho bootay!
