Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men or their world, and am making no money
from this story. Corrinth owns Dr Ilehana Xavier. I own Blaze.
A/N: Reviews are gold dust, and duly appreciated.
13
"Blaze?" His voice was hazy as if he spoke in his sleep. She supposed he was doing. She didn't know how she'd intruded on his dreams or even if it was really happening. She didn't care. "Chere, is that really you?"
"This place is depressing." She admonished him, noting how even in his own dreams he wore that smelly trench coat. She was wearing a white shift, so thin it was transparent, but she wasn't cold. "Trust you to have dreams about corpses in graveyards." She breathed out slowly, and the corpse disappeared. So did the graveyard, and she took them both to an Irish hillside. The moon shone friendlily above them, the stars twinkled merrily and the grass was lush with green life. "Much better." She smiled, indicating that he come sit next to her.
"I thought I killed you. I left to save you, but then I sure he find you anyway. I don't know what I was thinking.........."
"You've never been good at it." She agreed, voice teasing.
"Jacobi. If he finds you........." He was scared. She didn't like it.
"Don't use his name. He might hear. You did, you only came when I said your name."
"This is daft." He shook his head, the sweet summer wind catching in his messy hair. "This is insane."
"Oui." Blaze agreed, and leant her head on his shoulder. "I have no idea if any of this is real or not. But I don't think he can find me, I've got rather good at running. And he will be looking for both of us, or you. I'm not important if I'm on my own, am I?"
"That what I thought." He sighed, the wind echoing him. "But ain't got much else to do but t'ink these days........."
"Practice makes perfect." Blaze elbowed him slyly, smiling. "Only next time you come up with some stupid plan to save our lives, let me in on it will you? I'm still not quite sure my liver is going to recover. Guess I'll have to stop drinking.........."
"You always were too good at it, Cherie." He moaned, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Blaze didn't reply, knowing that somewhere her body lay in a gutter, abandoned. She could feel it tugging at her, begging that she return to reality. But she didn't want to go.
"You should go." Gambit told her eventually. "I ain't goin' nowhere, you found me once, you can do it again."
"Yes." Blaze agreed, not knowing to which bit of his statement.
"You sure you ain't dead?" He still didn't sound convinced, so she kissed him, laughing. Then the dream faded.
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They raced on through her memories after that one, Blaze and Xavier. He was her shield, protecting her from the onslaught as she fought to find out who she was. She did what she'd said she would, stopped drinking and tried to get her act together. She wasn't so scared anymore. She even started to work, and when she learned that a finance office was actually a cover for Jacobi's operations, she decided to wreak a little revenge.
She'd got shot. She still wore the scar on her shoulder, a starburst of badly healed tissue. And she'd killed two men with her uncontrollable firepower. But when she'd woken, things had started to look up. She'd found the X-Men. Soon, she'd been reunited with Remy too. She didn't have to forgive him, she already had through the dreams they'd shared. Dreams through a link induced by a GM virus a man named Gareth King had had her drink spiked with ages before, so he could use her and some other girls to take over the world. Men.
She flicked through Jacobi's death too quickly, wanting to stay longer and examine her feelings as Gambit loosed a bullet. It pounded as if in slow motion up through the hated man's jaw, exiting amidst blood and brains through the top of his skull. Briefly she felt her own pain as she told Gambit she was leaving him and the X-Men.
Pain. Agony. She felt Xavier recoil at it. But then......... Love. Simple love. And beauty. She held her daughter for the first time and marvelled at her beauty. Jessica.
Sorrow, she had to leave her daughter now. She wasn't a fit mother. Bad things kept happening around her, and Blaze knew she was needed with the X- Men. She could have been selfish, taken her daughter back with her. But it wasn't safe enough for Jessica. She had to be protected above everything else. And she could hardly arrive back at the mansion with a babe in arms and expect Gambit to be overjoyed. She would not put him through that. She left her daughter with more fitting parents and sorrow swamped her.
Then she was home.
A/N: Reviews are gold dust, and duly appreciated.
13
"Blaze?" His voice was hazy as if he spoke in his sleep. She supposed he was doing. She didn't know how she'd intruded on his dreams or even if it was really happening. She didn't care. "Chere, is that really you?"
"This place is depressing." She admonished him, noting how even in his own dreams he wore that smelly trench coat. She was wearing a white shift, so thin it was transparent, but she wasn't cold. "Trust you to have dreams about corpses in graveyards." She breathed out slowly, and the corpse disappeared. So did the graveyard, and she took them both to an Irish hillside. The moon shone friendlily above them, the stars twinkled merrily and the grass was lush with green life. "Much better." She smiled, indicating that he come sit next to her.
"I thought I killed you. I left to save you, but then I sure he find you anyway. I don't know what I was thinking.........."
"You've never been good at it." She agreed, voice teasing.
"Jacobi. If he finds you........." He was scared. She didn't like it.
"Don't use his name. He might hear. You did, you only came when I said your name."
"This is daft." He shook his head, the sweet summer wind catching in his messy hair. "This is insane."
"Oui." Blaze agreed, and leant her head on his shoulder. "I have no idea if any of this is real or not. But I don't think he can find me, I've got rather good at running. And he will be looking for both of us, or you. I'm not important if I'm on my own, am I?"
"That what I thought." He sighed, the wind echoing him. "But ain't got much else to do but t'ink these days........."
"Practice makes perfect." Blaze elbowed him slyly, smiling. "Only next time you come up with some stupid plan to save our lives, let me in on it will you? I'm still not quite sure my liver is going to recover. Guess I'll have to stop drinking.........."
"You always were too good at it, Cherie." He moaned, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Blaze didn't reply, knowing that somewhere her body lay in a gutter, abandoned. She could feel it tugging at her, begging that she return to reality. But she didn't want to go.
"You should go." Gambit told her eventually. "I ain't goin' nowhere, you found me once, you can do it again."
"Yes." Blaze agreed, not knowing to which bit of his statement.
"You sure you ain't dead?" He still didn't sound convinced, so she kissed him, laughing. Then the dream faded.
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They raced on through her memories after that one, Blaze and Xavier. He was her shield, protecting her from the onslaught as she fought to find out who she was. She did what she'd said she would, stopped drinking and tried to get her act together. She wasn't so scared anymore. She even started to work, and when she learned that a finance office was actually a cover for Jacobi's operations, she decided to wreak a little revenge.
She'd got shot. She still wore the scar on her shoulder, a starburst of badly healed tissue. And she'd killed two men with her uncontrollable firepower. But when she'd woken, things had started to look up. She'd found the X-Men. Soon, she'd been reunited with Remy too. She didn't have to forgive him, she already had through the dreams they'd shared. Dreams through a link induced by a GM virus a man named Gareth King had had her drink spiked with ages before, so he could use her and some other girls to take over the world. Men.
She flicked through Jacobi's death too quickly, wanting to stay longer and examine her feelings as Gambit loosed a bullet. It pounded as if in slow motion up through the hated man's jaw, exiting amidst blood and brains through the top of his skull. Briefly she felt her own pain as she told Gambit she was leaving him and the X-Men.
Pain. Agony. She felt Xavier recoil at it. But then......... Love. Simple love. And beauty. She held her daughter for the first time and marvelled at her beauty. Jessica.
Sorrow, she had to leave her daughter now. She wasn't a fit mother. Bad things kept happening around her, and Blaze knew she was needed with the X- Men. She could have been selfish, taken her daughter back with her. But it wasn't safe enough for Jessica. She had to be protected above everything else. And she could hardly arrive back at the mansion with a babe in arms and expect Gambit to be overjoyed. She would not put him through that. She left her daughter with more fitting parents and sorrow swamped her.
Then she was home.