Darker Destiny: Lost Somewhere

By Nadja Lee                                     14/05/02

English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.

Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to Marvel, 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.

Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.

Timeline: Set in the movie universe/an AU. Before the movie

Universe: Set in the movie universe; NOT the book which goes with it.

Romance: None

Summary: A man wonders if he could have done something else with his life ……

Archiving: Want, ASK, take,  have.

Feedback: Yes, please. My e-mail address is nadjalee2000@hotmail.com

Rating: R

Warning: May contain disturbing elements. This is a VERY dark tale! You have been warned.

Sequel/series: Part of the "Darker Destiny" series but you doesn't need to read the earlier parts to follow this. You can read the entire series here:

http:// ions on the ground; obviously dead. Blood kept running into my eyes as I looked up and saw that my saviour was no other than the man I loved; Erik. And he was flying. He was a mutant like me. I noticed the fury and concern in his eyes and I wanted him to know I was all right but I couldn't get a word out; the pain was too intense. As he landed beside me and gathered me in his arms I passed out. The next I knew I woke up in a hospital bed and Erik held my hand; he had never left me.

That day my dream died. I saw that the only true thing in this world were the bond of love I share with Erik; everything else is false. The next year was a painful battle as I realised I would never walk again. Erik stayed by my side no matter how often I hurt him, pushed him away, complained, cried or cursed; he understood and stayed. Later I learned of all the pain he himself has gone through and I know how he could understand my frustration, helplessness and useless anger.

As soon as I had made a full recovery Erik flew us away from the hospital and America and to this day we have never returned; it holds too many bad memories. Due to Erik's memories of a Europe in war under Hitler we stayed in Asia and brought a nice house where we now live together. It's peaceful and out of the way; like our own little piece of Paradise.

All in all life has turned out good for me; I'm loved and I give love in return. What more can I possibly ask for?

At times I still wonder if I could have done more, should have done more but then I look down at my useless legs and I know; nothing can save the humans from their own blindness; not themselves and not me.

No, things turned out the way they should and the only way they could.

Didn't they?

   ~Xavier