Meaning of Christmas and all that stuff
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I may be invisible but I'm NOT deaf"
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Bravo to those who recognised the Scrooged scenes. I was originally just going to parody that entire movie, but then i got my own idea going for what i could do with the story and....well, this fic was the result. I couldn't resist keeping those few scenes though, they're priceless ;)
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Chapter 4 - Revisiting the past
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Before Pietro had even realised it, they were standing outside on a cold, snowy Christmas morning. He glanced around at his surroundings, he was in what would become known in his time as 'The Mutie Graveyard'. It was where all of Bayville's mutants would end up burried. But...this wasn't his time, this was still early in the future, as a slightly older-looking Lance walked past them both, trying to console a grieveing Kitty. He chewed his lip as it began to dawn on him exactly WHEN he was.
"You remember this day, Pietro?", asked Forge, his eyes on a small gathering of mutants in the distance.
"I wish i could forget", said Piero, "..i think we'd ALL prefer to forget this day".
Forge gave a small nod and headed off towards the gathering. Pietro sighed heavily...he didn't want to be here, but it seemed he didn't really have a choice in the matter. He headed after Forge, standing with him while others sat, completely oblivious to their presence. After a short while, Henry McCoy wearily stood on a platform in front of the gathered X-Men, Acolytes and Brotherhood alike.
"It does my heart good to see so many of us gathered together....unified, after such a long time of fighting", he began, "as you all know we are here today to remember the sudden deaths of many of our comerades, our family...and our friends".
The assembled mutants were deathly quiet, all looking at the floor. Pietro noticed that the deceased Forge was keeping a good distance from his living shadow-of-the-past self. Hank took a deep breath and continued.
"A few months ago, the mansion was taken unawares by a vicious and unprovoked attack by a group called 'The Friends Of Humanity'. With stolen sentinel technology, they were able to infiltrate the mansion. Many fought, and many were sadly killed. It was not until later, we learned that they also attacked mutants from all around the globe, bringing in a total of nine fatalities...and countless injuries", he said, pausing before continuing, "we are here today, to say goodbye to those we have lost: Amara Aquilla, Erik Lensheer, Ororo Munroe, Todd Tolensky, Jean Grey, Piotr Rasbutin, Scott Summers, Logan and Charles Xavier"
Pietro glanced up as a slightly older version of himself slunk away from the crowd. No one seemed to notice he had gone....except for Wanda, who got up and followed after him. The Ghost of Forge sighed and headed off after the pair, motioning Pietro to follow him. Pietro glanced back at the assembled mutants...he wanted to stay with them. So many were there that were not in his own time. He just wanted to sit with them again.
"Come on, Pietro", said Forge gently, "you can only see things in the past, which you saw yourself"
Sure enough, the gathering was already begining to fade as he found himself standing a little way off, Wanda putting a hand on his shoulder. His younger self gave her a weak smile, before looking back to the distance.
"You okay, Pie?", asked Wanda carefully.
"I'm fine", he answered shortly, "look, don't start talking about Dad, okay?. I really don't care he's gone"
Wanda narrowed her eyes before sighing defeatedly.
"They still haven't found Kurt, you know", she said, "they don't know where he is"
"The FOH took him", answered her brother, "he's probably a blue fur coat by now"
"PIETRO!", snapped Wanda.
"Gee, that was subtle", said Forge, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, shut up, my father had just died", said the older Pietro.
"You just said yourself that you didn't care", said Forge, "you were just thinking about where you would all go now. You were angry that you couldn't do anything to stop it, and you refused help from anyone".
Pietro crossed his arms.
"Hey, i deal with grief in my own personal way", he snapped, then frowned, "here's a question, if you don't like me so much, why the heck are YOU helping me? Why not any of these guys?"
He gestured to where the newly made graves stood.
"Because they passed on", said Forge quietly.
"Then why did YOU pass on?", said Pietro, "no offense, but you're a miserable ghost"
"Don't you think i WOULD have if i COULD?", answered Forge criptically before sighing, "come on, there's more to see yet".
"Oh great", said Pietro, "more suffering".
He glanced around a few times...nothing happened.
"Forge...we haven't gone anywhere", he said.
"No we haven't", said Forge, "we've gone to an anywhen, we're just a year ahead from where we just left"
Pietro sighed, glancing around, true, he and Wanda were no longer on a small hill, but rather gathered with Kitty, Lance, Tabby and Amanda by a newly made grave. Pietro whimpered, closing his eyes and claming his hands into fists.
"I'm not going there", he said, "it hurts too much"
Forge was silent for a minute, before giving Pietro a WHACK over the head with his bionic arm. Pietro hadn't ducked, thinking Forge would go right through him....he was wrong. There was a metalic clunk as Forge's arm met with the back of Pietro's skull.
"OUCH!", he yelled, holding his head and backing away from the ghost, "that HURT!"
"I prove my point", said Forge, "the past hurts, get over it"
Pietro rubbed his head and muttered under his breath, walking over to the small group and standing by his younger self. Amanda was sobbing quietly into Kitty's shoulder.
"I don't believe what they did to him", said Wanda quietly, "he was a mess when they brought him back".
"What about Rogue?", said younger Pietro.
"She took off with Remy to New Orleans", said Kitty, "she....she didn't want to hang around after what had happened to her brother".
"I don't blame her", said Lance, "poor guy"
The older Pietro narrowed his eyes, then watched his younger self focus on a point in the graveyard, there was a raven sitting on a tombstone...obviously waiting.
"I don't know why she wouldn't come with us there", said the older Pietro, "we wouldn't have chased her away from her own sons grave"
"Some people need to grieve alone", said Forge
They watched as Tabby put a comforting hand on Amanda's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Amanda", she said, "i'll make sure this never happens, EVER again".
Amanda gave a small sniffle, nodding mutely, before speaking in a crackly voice.
"Thank you", she said, "it's what Kurt would have wanted".
The older Pietro watched silently, Amanda and Kurt had married pretty young, they were only nineteen. To lose each other within 6 months of marrying...it wasn't fair. He sighed as Wanda glanced over to his younger self, playing nervously with a engagement ring on her finger.
"Pietro", she started, "have you given any thought to..."
"No", replied Pietro quickly.
"But....Pietro, it's my WEDDING", she said, "please, you have to come"
"Don't and won't", said Pietro, narrowing his eyes and walking away from her, not caring how crestfallen she looked.
"You're only sister", Forge shook his head and clicked his tounge, "you're ONLY living relative...well, that's just downright nasty"
"I didn't want to watch my sister get married to HIM", snapped the older Pietro, "i thought you said you weren't going to pester me about this!"
"I won't", said Forge, then added under his breath, "that's the next Ghost's job"
Pietro twitched.
"What?".
"Nothing"
"Tell me!!!!!"
Forge looked as if he was seriously pondering this for a second, before smirking.
"Nope"
"I don't like you when you're dead", said Pietro, pointing an accusing finger at the Ghost, "you're MEAN deceased!".
"Oh no, i think i'm going to cry", said Forge, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "oh....wait, i can't".
Pietro crossed his arms and turned his back on the whole scene.
"I want to go to my office", he said, "anywhere but here"
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Man, that was a depressing chapter, and YES, Kurt is indeed deceased. I KILLED KURT!. I also killed Scott, so he's not married to Wanda, HAH!Ahem, sorry..please don't pelt me with rotten fruit. Do review. Until next time..
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "I may be invisible but I'm NOT deaf"
****
Bravo to those who recognised the Scrooged scenes. I was originally just going to parody that entire movie, but then i got my own idea going for what i could do with the story and....well, this fic was the result. I couldn't resist keeping those few scenes though, they're priceless ;)
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Chapter 4 - Revisiting the past
***
Before Pietro had even realised it, they were standing outside on a cold, snowy Christmas morning. He glanced around at his surroundings, he was in what would become known in his time as 'The Mutie Graveyard'. It was where all of Bayville's mutants would end up burried. But...this wasn't his time, this was still early in the future, as a slightly older-looking Lance walked past them both, trying to console a grieveing Kitty. He chewed his lip as it began to dawn on him exactly WHEN he was.
"You remember this day, Pietro?", asked Forge, his eyes on a small gathering of mutants in the distance.
"I wish i could forget", said Piero, "..i think we'd ALL prefer to forget this day".
Forge gave a small nod and headed off towards the gathering. Pietro sighed heavily...he didn't want to be here, but it seemed he didn't really have a choice in the matter. He headed after Forge, standing with him while others sat, completely oblivious to their presence. After a short while, Henry McCoy wearily stood on a platform in front of the gathered X-Men, Acolytes and Brotherhood alike.
"It does my heart good to see so many of us gathered together....unified, after such a long time of fighting", he began, "as you all know we are here today to remember the sudden deaths of many of our comerades, our family...and our friends".
The assembled mutants were deathly quiet, all looking at the floor. Pietro noticed that the deceased Forge was keeping a good distance from his living shadow-of-the-past self. Hank took a deep breath and continued.
"A few months ago, the mansion was taken unawares by a vicious and unprovoked attack by a group called 'The Friends Of Humanity'. With stolen sentinel technology, they were able to infiltrate the mansion. Many fought, and many were sadly killed. It was not until later, we learned that they also attacked mutants from all around the globe, bringing in a total of nine fatalities...and countless injuries", he said, pausing before continuing, "we are here today, to say goodbye to those we have lost: Amara Aquilla, Erik Lensheer, Ororo Munroe, Todd Tolensky, Jean Grey, Piotr Rasbutin, Scott Summers, Logan and Charles Xavier"
Pietro glanced up as a slightly older version of himself slunk away from the crowd. No one seemed to notice he had gone....except for Wanda, who got up and followed after him. The Ghost of Forge sighed and headed off after the pair, motioning Pietro to follow him. Pietro glanced back at the assembled mutants...he wanted to stay with them. So many were there that were not in his own time. He just wanted to sit with them again.
"Come on, Pietro", said Forge gently, "you can only see things in the past, which you saw yourself"
Sure enough, the gathering was already begining to fade as he found himself standing a little way off, Wanda putting a hand on his shoulder. His younger self gave her a weak smile, before looking back to the distance.
"You okay, Pie?", asked Wanda carefully.
"I'm fine", he answered shortly, "look, don't start talking about Dad, okay?. I really don't care he's gone"
Wanda narrowed her eyes before sighing defeatedly.
"They still haven't found Kurt, you know", she said, "they don't know where he is"
"The FOH took him", answered her brother, "he's probably a blue fur coat by now"
"PIETRO!", snapped Wanda.
"Gee, that was subtle", said Forge, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, shut up, my father had just died", said the older Pietro.
"You just said yourself that you didn't care", said Forge, "you were just thinking about where you would all go now. You were angry that you couldn't do anything to stop it, and you refused help from anyone".
Pietro crossed his arms.
"Hey, i deal with grief in my own personal way", he snapped, then frowned, "here's a question, if you don't like me so much, why the heck are YOU helping me? Why not any of these guys?"
He gestured to where the newly made graves stood.
"Because they passed on", said Forge quietly.
"Then why did YOU pass on?", said Pietro, "no offense, but you're a miserable ghost"
"Don't you think i WOULD have if i COULD?", answered Forge criptically before sighing, "come on, there's more to see yet".
"Oh great", said Pietro, "more suffering".
He glanced around a few times...nothing happened.
"Forge...we haven't gone anywhere", he said.
"No we haven't", said Forge, "we've gone to an anywhen, we're just a year ahead from where we just left"
Pietro sighed, glancing around, true, he and Wanda were no longer on a small hill, but rather gathered with Kitty, Lance, Tabby and Amanda by a newly made grave. Pietro whimpered, closing his eyes and claming his hands into fists.
"I'm not going there", he said, "it hurts too much"
Forge was silent for a minute, before giving Pietro a WHACK over the head with his bionic arm. Pietro hadn't ducked, thinking Forge would go right through him....he was wrong. There was a metalic clunk as Forge's arm met with the back of Pietro's skull.
"OUCH!", he yelled, holding his head and backing away from the ghost, "that HURT!"
"I prove my point", said Forge, "the past hurts, get over it"
Pietro rubbed his head and muttered under his breath, walking over to the small group and standing by his younger self. Amanda was sobbing quietly into Kitty's shoulder.
"I don't believe what they did to him", said Wanda quietly, "he was a mess when they brought him back".
"What about Rogue?", said younger Pietro.
"She took off with Remy to New Orleans", said Kitty, "she....she didn't want to hang around after what had happened to her brother".
"I don't blame her", said Lance, "poor guy"
The older Pietro narrowed his eyes, then watched his younger self focus on a point in the graveyard, there was a raven sitting on a tombstone...obviously waiting.
"I don't know why she wouldn't come with us there", said the older Pietro, "we wouldn't have chased her away from her own sons grave"
"Some people need to grieve alone", said Forge
They watched as Tabby put a comforting hand on Amanda's shoulder.
"Don't worry, Amanda", she said, "i'll make sure this never happens, EVER again".
Amanda gave a small sniffle, nodding mutely, before speaking in a crackly voice.
"Thank you", she said, "it's what Kurt would have wanted".
The older Pietro watched silently, Amanda and Kurt had married pretty young, they were only nineteen. To lose each other within 6 months of marrying...it wasn't fair. He sighed as Wanda glanced over to his younger self, playing nervously with a engagement ring on her finger.
"Pietro", she started, "have you given any thought to..."
"No", replied Pietro quickly.
"But....Pietro, it's my WEDDING", she said, "please, you have to come"
"Don't and won't", said Pietro, narrowing his eyes and walking away from her, not caring how crestfallen she looked.
"You're only sister", Forge shook his head and clicked his tounge, "you're ONLY living relative...well, that's just downright nasty"
"I didn't want to watch my sister get married to HIM", snapped the older Pietro, "i thought you said you weren't going to pester me about this!"
"I won't", said Forge, then added under his breath, "that's the next Ghost's job"
Pietro twitched.
"What?".
"Nothing"
"Tell me!!!!!"
Forge looked as if he was seriously pondering this for a second, before smirking.
"Nope"
"I don't like you when you're dead", said Pietro, pointing an accusing finger at the Ghost, "you're MEAN deceased!".
"Oh no, i think i'm going to cry", said Forge, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "oh....wait, i can't".
Pietro crossed his arms and turned his back on the whole scene.
"I want to go to my office", he said, "anywhere but here"
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Man, that was a depressing chapter, and YES, Kurt is indeed deceased. I KILLED KURT!. I also killed Scott, so he's not married to Wanda, HAH!Ahem, sorry..please don't pelt me with rotten fruit. Do review. Until next time..