Disclaimer: The X-men, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, and Rogue all belong to Marvel. Bengal Tiger belongs to Broadsword comics used with permission. "Breakfast at Tiffany's" is somehow connected to Deep Blue Something or their record label. This is part one in an on going story arc I call "A Once and Future Destiny". I hope you enjoy. Comments are loved flames are given to Marrow.
Chapter One
A Wound With No Defense
Ching...ching...ching...
In my life, I have been hit with bullets, energy blasts, superhuman fists, and a large jack-in-the-box. None of those came close to causing me as much pain as the small locket bouncing off my chest just did.
"Do you hear me Smith? I don't need you telling me what to do! Get your own fucking life and stay out of mine," she shouts at me.
She is Kitty Pryde, my best friend and girlfriend.
At least she was thirty seconds ago.
I look at her. Summoning every last erg of strength, I looked at her and just responded dully, "As you wish Katherine." I turned and headed upstairs to my room, the shock of her words hitting everyone else in the room like a giant sledgehammer.
I walk into my room and a small sigh escapes my lips. The mansion had finally just begun to feel like home. I moved to my closet and pulled out a couple of steamer trunks.
My mind is in such turmoil that I didn't notice someone outside my door until I heard the knock.
"Come in Rogue," I said.
"You okay Sugar?" Rogue asked hesitantly as she entered my room.
"No, but what choice do I have?" I say as I began to pack.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, already knowing the answer.
"I've got to get out of here. You know me: always do what's best for the team. Right now it's for the best that I leave. You'll be okay. The new kid is working out," I answered conversationally as I packed some of my favorite clothes.
"You don't have to go. We'll figure something out," she offered, picking up my old teddy bear.
"Rogue, don't make this harder than it is already. Except when the Maurders hurt me, I've been fighting since I was thirteen. I need a break. Maybe find myself," I glanced at her, hoping that she would understand.
"Okay, Sugar. Take as much time as you need. There'll always be a place for you here," she offered, putting a gloved hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks boss lady," I say and she leaves me to finish.
I finish in a depressingly short amount of time. Outside of being an X-man, there is little else in my life. Everything I need is packed into two steamer chests. With a few instructions, I forward all my computer files to the computer in my New York apartment.
With a trunk under each arm, I made my way downstairs to my car. Seated on the hood of my car was Kurt.
"Hey 'Elf," I murmured noncommittally.
"John, I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. Both you and Kitty are as dear to me as my own flesh and blood," Kurt began with a look of anguish.
"Listen Fuzzy...Kurt. I'll be okay. She needs your help more than I do. She's in pain. I don't know what's hurting her, but the pain is there. Help her. Even if we don't end up together again, I want her to be happy," I told him as I put the chests in the back seat.
"Ja, mein freund. I will still worry about you. After all, what are 'big brothers' for?" Kurt asked gently as he hugged me.
"Thanks Kurt. I'll be back, I promise," I told him as I broke the hug and got in the car.
"Geh mit Gott, mein freund," he said with a sad smile.
"Danke gleichfalls unscharf Elf," I replied. *
As I pulled out I, gave Kurt and the mansion one last look. Not wanting to be alone with my thoughts, I turned the radio on. Almost instantly I regretted it as I was bombarded with Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast at Tiffany's".
Even as I turned the radio off, the lyrics rushed into my thoughts. Damn photographic memory. I head towards the interstate and eventually New York City...and maybe a little peace for a change.
*Go with God my friend.
The same to you fuzzy elf.
Chapter One
A Wound With No Defense
Ching...ching...ching...
In my life, I have been hit with bullets, energy blasts, superhuman fists, and a large jack-in-the-box. None of those came close to causing me as much pain as the small locket bouncing off my chest just did.
"Do you hear me Smith? I don't need you telling me what to do! Get your own fucking life and stay out of mine," she shouts at me.
She is Kitty Pryde, my best friend and girlfriend.
At least she was thirty seconds ago.
I look at her. Summoning every last erg of strength, I looked at her and just responded dully, "As you wish Katherine." I turned and headed upstairs to my room, the shock of her words hitting everyone else in the room like a giant sledgehammer.
I walk into my room and a small sigh escapes my lips. The mansion had finally just begun to feel like home. I moved to my closet and pulled out a couple of steamer trunks.
My mind is in such turmoil that I didn't notice someone outside my door until I heard the knock.
"Come in Rogue," I said.
"You okay Sugar?" Rogue asked hesitantly as she entered my room.
"No, but what choice do I have?" I say as I began to pack.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, already knowing the answer.
"I've got to get out of here. You know me: always do what's best for the team. Right now it's for the best that I leave. You'll be okay. The new kid is working out," I answered conversationally as I packed some of my favorite clothes.
"You don't have to go. We'll figure something out," she offered, picking up my old teddy bear.
"Rogue, don't make this harder than it is already. Except when the Maurders hurt me, I've been fighting since I was thirteen. I need a break. Maybe find myself," I glanced at her, hoping that she would understand.
"Okay, Sugar. Take as much time as you need. There'll always be a place for you here," she offered, putting a gloved hand on my shoulder.
"Thanks boss lady," I say and she leaves me to finish.
I finish in a depressingly short amount of time. Outside of being an X-man, there is little else in my life. Everything I need is packed into two steamer chests. With a few instructions, I forward all my computer files to the computer in my New York apartment.
With a trunk under each arm, I made my way downstairs to my car. Seated on the hood of my car was Kurt.
"Hey 'Elf," I murmured noncommittally.
"John, I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. Both you and Kitty are as dear to me as my own flesh and blood," Kurt began with a look of anguish.
"Listen Fuzzy...Kurt. I'll be okay. She needs your help more than I do. She's in pain. I don't know what's hurting her, but the pain is there. Help her. Even if we don't end up together again, I want her to be happy," I told him as I put the chests in the back seat.
"Ja, mein freund. I will still worry about you. After all, what are 'big brothers' for?" Kurt asked gently as he hugged me.
"Thanks Kurt. I'll be back, I promise," I told him as I broke the hug and got in the car.
"Geh mit Gott, mein freund," he said with a sad smile.
"Danke gleichfalls unscharf Elf," I replied. *
As I pulled out I, gave Kurt and the mansion one last look. Not wanting to be alone with my thoughts, I turned the radio on. Almost instantly I regretted it as I was bombarded with Deep Blue Something's "Breakfast at Tiffany's".
Even as I turned the radio off, the lyrics rushed into my thoughts. Damn photographic memory. I head towards the interstate and eventually New York City...and maybe a little peace for a change.
*Go with God my friend.
The same to you fuzzy elf.
