Just to make this clear, I haven't seen any of the episodes of season three yet so this is all coming from me. If it in anyway bears any relation to the real Mutant X could somebody let me know and I'll have to change my idea for the upcoming chapters.
Thanks for the reviews. I hope you all enjoy this update. I'm having a little trouble formatting this stuff for the website. It won't let me do some things so I'm gonna try stuff and then yada yada. I'll try and sort it out anyway.
Have a nice day.
***
Shalimar stared at the ceiling. It wasn't a particularly interesting ceiling, it was quite like any other, but that was the point. If she allowed her eyes to wander then they would probably find something that reminded her of Emma and then she'd get all kinds of angry with Adam and would start breaking things...and she really kinda liked the stuff in her room.
She couldn't believe in the space of just over a month everything had gotten so screwed up. If her father turning up hadn't been horrible enough, the rest of the team getting involved in her issues to their cost was a hell of a lot worse.
She had replayed that day over and over in her head. All of the things she could have done differently. She should have gone with her instincts and not Adam's opinion when he had told her to go meet her father.
She hadn't seen Nicholas since she was twelve. She had loved her life before that point. School had been hard, it had been tough to control the overwhelming desire she had to flee, to run as far as she could. She hadn't fully understood what was happening to her. Looking back on those restless days now it was clear that it had been her mutation developing and that through not having some kind of output it had been welling up inside of her.
And then her father had shipped her off without so much as a backward glance...that was something that had made her feel real secure.
But she couldn't blame the whole scenario on him. It was a combination of things...Mason Eckhart, her father, Adam...and more importantly her. If she hadn't have gone off and gotten herself captured than none of this would have happened. Emma wouldn't be...
She still couldn't bring herself to say it. It had been a month and she still wasn't over it in any way. Everybody made it seem like that was only to be expected, but Jesse was doing better than she was. He had accepted everything that had happened. She had just bottled it all up somewhere deep inside and refused to believe that it was true. Denial, she had always been good at that.
She could still sense Brennan outside her door. She wanted to talk to him so desperately. How hard could it be. Brennan had been going through the same things she had. But they had grown apart, everyone had. She couldn't even talk to Jesse properly anymore. Everything was just so messed up and she didn't have a clue how to make anything right.
***
Adam watched through the door of the lab as Jesse and Lexa walked deeper into the heart of Sanctuary. He had hoped that Jesse wouldn't be as hostile towards her as he knew Shalimar and Brennan would. They wouldn't accept that the team needed an extra member so soon after Emma's departure and he couldn't really expect them to.
He could still hear Shalimar's words echoing in his ears. She had always been the protective one, the strong one. When everyone else had fallen by the wayside he had always known that Shalimar would be there, standing tall. He only wished he could say the same for himself.
The beeping aroused Adam from his thoughts. It had been a while since he had been around his computers but it was like the action was instinctive. His hand reached over to the keypad and he managed to find his way to the safehouse link. A face appeared on the screen in front of him. She was pale, with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looked at him questioningly.
'Can I speak to Jesse please?' she asked.
'Is it anything I can help with?' Adam asked. He realized, too late that he sounded like Jesse's secretary.
'Um, no thanks. I just need to speak to someone from Mutant X.'
'I'll take it from here Adam,' said Jesse from the doorway. Rebecca had contacted the team two weeks ago and asked for them to place her in the underground. She had no idea who Adam was and she scared pretty easily. Jesse figured it was definitely best for Adam to leave it to him.
Adam vacated the seat and walked quietly over to the door where Lexa was leaning against the frame. He felt so completely worthless. He had known that going away would change things between him and the team. But he hadn't seen how far reaching the consequences of his selfish actions would be. He had thought it was for the best. He had needed time to get over Emma just like they all had. But he had understood that the team could not stop functioning because Emma was no longer with them. And he had believed himself to be the only one with enough insight to see it that way. He had figured that they would all be too distraught to do anything. He hadn't expected that they would carry on. Maybe they weren't over Emma but the team was still working efficiently, they were still helping new mutants. He had underestimated all of them.
***
Brennan looked up as he heard the door slide open. He had lost track of time by successfully becoming absorbed in his book. It wasn't all that interesting but in his desire to step out of reality and into a different world he had become engrossed.
He looked up at Shalimar. Her complexion was pale and her eyes were distant, like she was looking through everything. She had been like that ever since Emma's death and the only relapse had been when she was shouting at Adam. It was like she wasn't feeling any kind of emotion, not even grief. He knew it wasn't good for her, to be bottling it all up inside but he didn't know how to pry what she was feeling out of her. It was ironic that the one time Emma was really needed to heal people telempathically she was the one causing all the pain.
Shalimar looked over at him as he got up. She had barely noticed that he was there. That was the way she was now. She didn't notice things until they were made obvious. It went against her feral abilities completely but it was like she was living in a different reality to everyone else.
And she had expected him to have left. She had always relied on Brennan but he had never been the one she would turn to when she was vulnerable unless she could help it. That role was usually given to Adam. . . or Emma.
'I don't want to talk,' she said clearly as he opened his mouth to speak. She knew he wanted to be there for her but right at that moment in time there was nothing he could do.
Thanks for the reviews. I hope you all enjoy this update. I'm having a little trouble formatting this stuff for the website. It won't let me do some things so I'm gonna try stuff and then yada yada. I'll try and sort it out anyway.
Have a nice day.
***
Shalimar stared at the ceiling. It wasn't a particularly interesting ceiling, it was quite like any other, but that was the point. If she allowed her eyes to wander then they would probably find something that reminded her of Emma and then she'd get all kinds of angry with Adam and would start breaking things...and she really kinda liked the stuff in her room.
She couldn't believe in the space of just over a month everything had gotten so screwed up. If her father turning up hadn't been horrible enough, the rest of the team getting involved in her issues to their cost was a hell of a lot worse.
She had replayed that day over and over in her head. All of the things she could have done differently. She should have gone with her instincts and not Adam's opinion when he had told her to go meet her father.
She hadn't seen Nicholas since she was twelve. She had loved her life before that point. School had been hard, it had been tough to control the overwhelming desire she had to flee, to run as far as she could. She hadn't fully understood what was happening to her. Looking back on those restless days now it was clear that it had been her mutation developing and that through not having some kind of output it had been welling up inside of her.
And then her father had shipped her off without so much as a backward glance...that was something that had made her feel real secure.
But she couldn't blame the whole scenario on him. It was a combination of things...Mason Eckhart, her father, Adam...and more importantly her. If she hadn't have gone off and gotten herself captured than none of this would have happened. Emma wouldn't be...
She still couldn't bring herself to say it. It had been a month and she still wasn't over it in any way. Everybody made it seem like that was only to be expected, but Jesse was doing better than she was. He had accepted everything that had happened. She had just bottled it all up somewhere deep inside and refused to believe that it was true. Denial, she had always been good at that.
She could still sense Brennan outside her door. She wanted to talk to him so desperately. How hard could it be. Brennan had been going through the same things she had. But they had grown apart, everyone had. She couldn't even talk to Jesse properly anymore. Everything was just so messed up and she didn't have a clue how to make anything right.
***
Adam watched through the door of the lab as Jesse and Lexa walked deeper into the heart of Sanctuary. He had hoped that Jesse wouldn't be as hostile towards her as he knew Shalimar and Brennan would. They wouldn't accept that the team needed an extra member so soon after Emma's departure and he couldn't really expect them to.
He could still hear Shalimar's words echoing in his ears. She had always been the protective one, the strong one. When everyone else had fallen by the wayside he had always known that Shalimar would be there, standing tall. He only wished he could say the same for himself.
The beeping aroused Adam from his thoughts. It had been a while since he had been around his computers but it was like the action was instinctive. His hand reached over to the keypad and he managed to find his way to the safehouse link. A face appeared on the screen in front of him. She was pale, with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She looked at him questioningly.
'Can I speak to Jesse please?' she asked.
'Is it anything I can help with?' Adam asked. He realized, too late that he sounded like Jesse's secretary.
'Um, no thanks. I just need to speak to someone from Mutant X.'
'I'll take it from here Adam,' said Jesse from the doorway. Rebecca had contacted the team two weeks ago and asked for them to place her in the underground. She had no idea who Adam was and she scared pretty easily. Jesse figured it was definitely best for Adam to leave it to him.
Adam vacated the seat and walked quietly over to the door where Lexa was leaning against the frame. He felt so completely worthless. He had known that going away would change things between him and the team. But he hadn't seen how far reaching the consequences of his selfish actions would be. He had thought it was for the best. He had needed time to get over Emma just like they all had. But he had understood that the team could not stop functioning because Emma was no longer with them. And he had believed himself to be the only one with enough insight to see it that way. He had figured that they would all be too distraught to do anything. He hadn't expected that they would carry on. Maybe they weren't over Emma but the team was still working efficiently, they were still helping new mutants. He had underestimated all of them.
***
Brennan looked up as he heard the door slide open. He had lost track of time by successfully becoming absorbed in his book. It wasn't all that interesting but in his desire to step out of reality and into a different world he had become engrossed.
He looked up at Shalimar. Her complexion was pale and her eyes were distant, like she was looking through everything. She had been like that ever since Emma's death and the only relapse had been when she was shouting at Adam. It was like she wasn't feeling any kind of emotion, not even grief. He knew it wasn't good for her, to be bottling it all up inside but he didn't know how to pry what she was feeling out of her. It was ironic that the one time Emma was really needed to heal people telempathically she was the one causing all the pain.
Shalimar looked over at him as he got up. She had barely noticed that he was there. That was the way she was now. She didn't notice things until they were made obvious. It went against her feral abilities completely but it was like she was living in a different reality to everyone else.
And she had expected him to have left. She had always relied on Brennan but he had never been the one she would turn to when she was vulnerable unless she could help it. That role was usually given to Adam. . . or Emma.
'I don't want to talk,' she said clearly as he opened his mouth to speak. She knew he wanted to be there for her but right at that moment in time there was nothing he could do.