AN- The represents telepathic speeches. There are several in this chapter.
BTW- I moved this to the "Movie" section and no one read it (or at least reviewed it anyway) I decided to move it back b/c It is almost finished anyway and I was afraid ppl who had read it in Comics wouldn't know where to find it. I am considering a sequel. Let me know if you'd like me to write it. It will deal a lot more with the "dark phoenix" storyline.. Or the best I can anyway… this is AU after all….
Of all the flowers you plucked If only
You knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
Was it just the season?
Callie sat in the floor for a moment. Then she stumbled to her feet. Through her tears she blindly made her way to the door. She stopped for a moment, and tried to regain composure. "Where is he?" She growled. Kurt reached out to touch her arm and she pushed him away. He recoiled and desperately tried to read her expression. He used to be able to tell what she was feeling but at the moment, the emotions played across her face were numerous and varied. He saw anger, hatred, hurt, and sadness all flash across her face in a matter of moments.
"The containment unit." Kurt sighed softly.
The containment unit had been created to house new mutants who were either too dangerous or unable to control their powers. It was a small, white room with a single door and a large window to the inside. The window made it able to watch the occupant and monitor their actions. It was airtight and mostly . It had a bed with the bare minimum of coverings, and a chair. The bed was nailed down as was the chair.
Callie rushed to the containment unit. She stood and looked in the window. This day had been so hard. She was, once again, all alone. Hank was in the room with John. He had on a biohazard suit.
"It's legacy." A voice said softly. She turned to see Remy and Rogue. Rogue took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "They don't know how he got it. All they know is, It's extremely contagious and…" Her voice broke. Remy finished for her, "Chere, He doesn't have very long. We're sorry."
Callie didn't move or show any emotion. She just stared ahead, her face grave.
He's all alone. He's dying and he's all alone.
Scott walked in. He was very worried about his little sister. Even though she hated John for breaking her heart, He knew she would still have compassion for him. That was just the way she was.
He reached out and gently touched her shoulder.
She withdrew and turned around quickly.
please. Leave me.
Callie, If you need me I'm here
I'm not the one who's dying.
Callie turned away again and walked closer to the window. She gently raised her hand and touched the window.
John
Callie? John replied weakly I'm sorry I..I..
No more John. What's past is past and I've forgotten it.
At that moment Hank reached forward and started an IV in John's arm. He winced in pain but his expression softened somewhat.
What are you doing?!?! Callie telepathically screamed to Hank.
It's morphine and a sedative. To ease the pain.
John….
Ugggghh He was all the reply Callie received.
It had been two days since John had arrived and Callie had left the window only three times. Twice to eat and once to shower. She watched John slowly waste away, His body becoming immune to the drugs and slowly rejecting the antibodies. She had wanted so badly to be there, so badly to help him. This boy wasn't Pyro anymore. He was once again John. At that moment her thoughts were interrupted. John began to cough, his whole body shaking with each choking gasp. He groaned. Callie looked upon his face. His disease had left him scarred and sore. Callie wanted so badly to help him, be near him, anything to help. Callie could no longer take it. Hank turned his back and in a flash, Callie ran through the door to a small in between room. She didn't wait to be sanitized she just burst through the door.
"John." She raced over to his huddled form and held him in her arms. He was trembling lightly.
"Callie, you have to leave. This is suicide." He barely managed a whisper.
"I don't care. You need me. No one deserves to die alone." Callie managed through her tears.
"I do." He whispered softly. Callie reached out to brush his now-long hair form his face.
"No," He pushed her hand away. "Don't look at me." His voice was hoarse and bitter.
Callie withdrew her hand at first, but then she again brushed his hair from his face. He began to protest but he instead averted his eyes, embarrassed at what he had become : a monster.
"You look so handsome," She smiled.
"You never have been a good liar." He mused.
She gently kissed his forehead.
"I won't leave you." She said softly.
"She just ran in. I'm sorry."
"No." Scott's voice broke and he closed his eyes. He could no longer hold his emotions in and he wept.
Bobby seethed in the corner. He felt responsible. Have I driven Callie to kill herself?
John slept fitfully with his head in Callie's lap. Callie stroked John's forehead gently until he was asleep. She sighed gently looking around the room. Today had been complicated. But it all seemed meaningless now. John was dying, Her petty fights with Bobby seemed so far away. She ruffled John's hair and smiled thinking of how things used to be. She leaned back against the wall and fell asleep.
Kurt watched Callie hold John. If she'll forgive John then surely she'll forgive me. She loves him so much, It hurts me to vatch her in so much pain. She doesn't vant him to die.