-'Who Wants to Live Forever'-
Pairings: Scott/Jean. mentions of Kurt/Amanda, but well, you'll see
A/N: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews. I'll probably have the next part up next weekend, but only if you review. Speaking of reviews,
ananova: Glad you like it.
Scrawler: Hope this is soon enough.
taekwondodo: Yeah, she's a little backed up with her Animation project. And Evil people make the world go round. Yay Evil! Anyway, hope that there's enough angst for ya.
A/N 2: Three things. I accidentally sliced open my right hand at work so, it's a little hard to type, so this parts been a little delayed, but its here now. Also, I'm not really sure how long Kurt's first death should take, its his first death, so it's a little longer than usual immortal deaths, but its several gunshot wounds to his heart and lungs, so I'll just say about half an hour. And Logan is going to have a little tirade and he's going to subconsciously think about the Game incase anyone misses out on the whole immortal thing. Now on to the story!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Marvel Comics or Highlander.
Dedicated to everyone that has ideas but doesn't think they're good enough
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Logan sat in the X-van. They were too late. He sighed and kept his eyes on the road back to the institute. 'Always too damn late.' There was nothing they could have done for the Elf. From what he got out of the professor, the kid had been trying to protect his girl. A group of bigots attacked them and shot the girl then the elf. He sighed. 'The elf shoulda just ported outta there.' Logan grimaced and held the wheel tighter. Is that what he would've done? Was that what he had been teaching the Elf?
No. He taught the Elf to stand up for himself. He taught the Elf to never back down, to take his blows and give some.
He taught the Elf to die.
He never even considered it. Somewhere in the back of his head, he just never put the two thoughts together. The Elf would always be there. Kurt...Kurt would always be there. Irritating as hell and just as tenacious, Kurt had always been there.
_Had_ been there.
Logan quietly cursed himself and looked in the rear view mirror. Scott and Jean were the first to reach Kurt and his girlfriend. Scott held Jean in his arms as she cried. Their clothes were caked with dirt and soaked with water and some blood. Jean had her head buried deep in the team leaders chest. Her tears had become silent now, her sobbing only breaking through intermittently. Scott for his part could only look at one of the two black bags in the center of the van.
Logan knew that the kid looked up to Shades like a brother. For the first couple of months you couldn't break them apart with a crowbar. Scott had reveled in his new title as 'big brother.' And Kurt found someone to look up to. When the elder mutant found Alex, the two began to drift apart, if only by a little, but they were still close. Scott was the one Kurt went to for answers about girls, about school, about...everything. And Scot would smile and be a big brother again. As Logan silently watched, he didn't see the young mutant shed a tear. Logan began to wonder if Scott could cry. Maybe his mutation caused his tears to be dried up before they could even touch his skin. "Red okay back there Shades?"
Scott turned a little. The refraction of light off the windows illuminated two streams of water slowly running down the X-man's cheeks. He simply nodded and kissed the top of Jean's head. The redhead continued to silently cry into his clothes.
Logan moved his attention to the other occupant in the rear of the van. McCoy sat opposite the two grieving X-Men. He had been working on some of his research into genetics and mutations when he got the call from Xavier. He stood there simply staring at his bloodied hands. The medical bag he brought with them lay forgotten at his feet. There was in reality nothing he could have done for the poor child. But that didn't mean he didn't try. He had sat there for three minutes beating on Kurt's chest, yelling in his blue pointed ears, checking his pulse, taking his temperature, trying to get any sort of reaction, any sort of sign. Pupils were dilated and for some reason barely visible. Subject showed no response to stimuli. No breath, no movement, no responses. Nothing. There was nothing he could do or could have done. He let his thumb run across the matted and wet palm of his hand. Maybe if he tried to save the girl, at least one of them would be okay. But he ran forward to the smaller blue furred mutant and tried to bring him back to life. There was nothing he could do. He failed. He wasn't even a quack or a liar. He was just useless. He looked up towards the front of the van and saw Logan's gaze at him. McCoy let out a sad sigh and nodded before looking back at his large blue bloody hands.
Logan nodded back at the furry mutant before turning his gaze back towards the street. He wondered if this was how the Elf felt when he missed catching Mystique. The kid never talked about it, not really. A look here, a mumbled prayer there, it had been hard on him. Him and Rogue. They had hardly spoken to each other in days. He knew that they both wanted to forgive the other. They both wanted to...Logan shook his head. Rogue had killed their mother and now she lost her brother. The half-pint and him were close too. The Elf had more or less been close to everyone at the mansion. The kid had even gotten under _his_ thick skin.
He briefly wondered if the Elf would see his mother. Nah, there was no way that Mystique was even in the same zip code that the Elf was in now. He deserved far better. Better than he got and better than anyone gave him.
Logan sighed and looked the only other passenger in the van.
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Charles Xavier sat quietly in the passenger seat. The old man started to truly show his old age. Creases and wrinkles in his skin became apparent. The color in his skin had drained, leaving an old bald pale shell of a man. Kurt had been the third recruit at the institute. One of the first classmen ever. Even as the ranks began to swell, Kurt seemed at the forefront of the group. He jovial nature and warmhearted nature was well needed among the X- men.
It is a terrible thing when the young die and the old are left to resume their wars and treachery. In the back of his mind, Xavier knew that eventually, someone would die. His vision for a world where mutants and humans could co-exist would not be easily won. He never really acknowledged it or said it. Everyone knew, didn't they?
Didn't his students, his children, understand what they were getting into when that came to him?
Did they understand what he asked of them?
Did HE understand what he asked of them?
Xavier's only answers were the cold hum of the motor and the sound of the rain hitting the roof as they approached the institute gates.
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Slowly the van crept up to a halt inside the garage. Logan put the van in park and quietly turned off the engine. Beast and the elder recruits hurried out of the vehicle, leaving only the two mutants on the front. They both sat in silence for several seconds before Logan turned to Xavier. "Chuck, uh...do you want me to..."
Xavier snapped out of his self-imposed reverie. He turned to face Logan and solemnly shook his head. "No Logan, I think it's best if I should break the news."
Logan nodded and opened his door. He walked around to the passenger side and helped the professor out of the van. Xavier looked at Logan. "Should we..."
Logan pursed his lips together and started wheeling the professor to the door to the mansion. "Lets leave the Elf and his girlfriend by themselves for a second. We can... move them after we told everyone."
Xavier nodded as the door opened. "Yes. I suppose you're right."
Xavier and Logan continued without speaking until they reached the door to the common room. Logan sighed and squeezed Xavier's shoulder as they opened the door. Inside the new recruits were sitting over on the couch near the TV. Amara, Ray, and Bobby were currently fighting over the remote. Ororo and Rogue stood at opposite corners of the room leaning against the wall. Everyone else just seemed to be sitting quietly and thinking to themselves.
Xavier sighed as he could hear Jean projecting in her room with Scott. He could hear their anguished cries as they comforted each other. He could hear McCoy's thoughts as he sat in the infirmary putting his supplies back on the shelf with heavy hands. Xavier felt all of the eyes in the room staring at him. His mind was assaulted by the thoughts and concerns of his students. He sighed and began speaking.
"When I started this school. I knew that the good things would not always out way the bad."
Confusion.
"In striving for a society where mutants and humans can peacefully coexist,"
Concern.
"We are still living in a world where the prejudices of some..."
Fear.
"Tread upon the lives of those who only wish to belong."
Anger. Worry.
Xavier sighed and held back his own emotions from adding to the maelstrom that was invading his very soul. "Tonight we have lost one of our own."
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Rogue sat alone in the common room. Everyone else had run off to mourn or weep, or do whatever the hell it is to make 'em all feel better. Kitty's was to scream at the professor. She told them that they were lying and that it was all bullshit and she screamed as she ran up cryin to their room. The new recruits seemed only somber. They were too young to really understand what was going on. Especially Jaime. Jamie cried and ran out of the room. Kurt was the only one to really make an effort with the kid. Hell, Kurt made an effort with everyone, even her. She sighed and continued thinking to herself.
She hadn't seen Jean or Scott. The professor told them that they were the first ones to find his body next to Amanda's, reaching out and trying to touch her. She shook her head and dried some of her tears.
She liked Amanda; she seemed good for her brother. They never really talked or anything, but whenever Kurt would talk about her, it would always bring a huge smile to his face. She sighed and looked down at her feet again, feeling the tears well up in her face. She hadn't seen Kurt smile at her in days. She hadn't seen Kurt laugh in her presence or even talk to her. She would never be able to make things right now. She was an orphan.
Again.
Kurt told her that her actions would haunt her the rest of her life. She had killed her mother and now her brother was gone too.
She lifted her face up, trying to control herself. Or maybe it was just an illusion. They weren't really her family. Their blood wasn't her blood. It was just an easy way to feel connected to somebody. And now that they're gone, the connection is severed.
Right?
Rogue let out a small scream and pulled her hair. She was angry. She was sad. She was hurt. But she couldn't tell if she was sad because her brother was gone, or because her friend was gone, or because her chance to make up with him was gone, or because she'd never see his goofy smile again.
Tears streamed down her face.
Or that she'd never laugh at one of his stupid cornball jokes again.
She wiped her face and began to regain her composure.
Or she'd never yell at him to quit buggin her and Kitty when they're tryin to get ready for school.
Rogue felt more tears stubbornly start to fall down her cheeks.
She'd never sit and listen to his stories about what it was like to grow up in a warm loving family.
She'd never hear about his newest ideas on how to get away with pranks or how the McGriddle is the best invention mankind has ever made.
She smiled in spite of herself and hugged her knees into her chest.
She'd never hear him tell her about how he's glad to have her as a sister, as a teammate, and as a friend.
For a moment Marie quit being 'the Rogue' and began to lament the loss of her brother.
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Logan sat and looked at the only other occupants of the room: the two bags lying across the room from him, Kurt and Amanda. He rubbed his hands over his face and looked at the back room of the infirmary. It was surreal almost, making the back of the infirmary into a morgue. It made sense. A morbid, utilitarian kind of sense. They would teach the kids how to fight. The kids would go out. Some would get hurt, some would die.
He shook his head and thought only of the black bag infront of him. He felt bad for the Half-pint. The Elf was her best friend. She took it hard. So did Rogue and Shades and the newbies. Everyone did. Even Storm had streams of tears running down her face.
He sighed and looked down at his feet for a second. The first time is always the worst. There would be more. There would always more death. It's the rules of the Game. People die, you move on. You have to survive.
Logan felt a twitch in the air and sniffed. Something wasn't right. He looked around the room as he began to feel the same pull from earlier, only multiplied by a thousand and continuously getting stronger. His claws shot out and he gripped both sides of his head. The air in the room became energized with electricity. Logan felt all of his senses become aligned on the one body bag in the center of the room. The hair all over his body stood on end as he felt the shock in the back of his skull sweep throughout his body.
Small streams of lightning began to dance inside one of the black bags in the middle of the room and tore it to shreds.
Logan felt his senses begin to relax and he got up from his knees and inched closer to the table where the Elf's body rested. The figure on the table opened his eyes and shrieked.
Logan yelled out the two words he felt could correctly describe the situation. "HOLY SHIT!"
Pairings: Scott/Jean. mentions of Kurt/Amanda, but well, you'll see
A/N: God knows you can't write more unless you get reviews. I'll probably have the next part up next weekend, but only if you review. Speaking of reviews,
ananova: Glad you like it.
Scrawler: Hope this is soon enough.
taekwondodo: Yeah, she's a little backed up with her Animation project. And Evil people make the world go round. Yay Evil! Anyway, hope that there's enough angst for ya.
A/N 2: Three things. I accidentally sliced open my right hand at work so, it's a little hard to type, so this parts been a little delayed, but its here now. Also, I'm not really sure how long Kurt's first death should take, its his first death, so it's a little longer than usual immortal deaths, but its several gunshot wounds to his heart and lungs, so I'll just say about half an hour. And Logan is going to have a little tirade and he's going to subconsciously think about the Game incase anyone misses out on the whole immortal thing. Now on to the story!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything relating to Marvel Comics or Highlander.
Dedicated to everyone that has ideas but doesn't think they're good enough
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Logan sat in the X-van. They were too late. He sighed and kept his eyes on the road back to the institute. 'Always too damn late.' There was nothing they could have done for the Elf. From what he got out of the professor, the kid had been trying to protect his girl. A group of bigots attacked them and shot the girl then the elf. He sighed. 'The elf shoulda just ported outta there.' Logan grimaced and held the wheel tighter. Is that what he would've done? Was that what he had been teaching the Elf?
No. He taught the Elf to stand up for himself. He taught the Elf to never back down, to take his blows and give some.
He taught the Elf to die.
He never even considered it. Somewhere in the back of his head, he just never put the two thoughts together. The Elf would always be there. Kurt...Kurt would always be there. Irritating as hell and just as tenacious, Kurt had always been there.
_Had_ been there.
Logan quietly cursed himself and looked in the rear view mirror. Scott and Jean were the first to reach Kurt and his girlfriend. Scott held Jean in his arms as she cried. Their clothes were caked with dirt and soaked with water and some blood. Jean had her head buried deep in the team leaders chest. Her tears had become silent now, her sobbing only breaking through intermittently. Scott for his part could only look at one of the two black bags in the center of the van.
Logan knew that the kid looked up to Shades like a brother. For the first couple of months you couldn't break them apart with a crowbar. Scott had reveled in his new title as 'big brother.' And Kurt found someone to look up to. When the elder mutant found Alex, the two began to drift apart, if only by a little, but they were still close. Scott was the one Kurt went to for answers about girls, about school, about...everything. And Scot would smile and be a big brother again. As Logan silently watched, he didn't see the young mutant shed a tear. Logan began to wonder if Scott could cry. Maybe his mutation caused his tears to be dried up before they could even touch his skin. "Red okay back there Shades?"
Scott turned a little. The refraction of light off the windows illuminated two streams of water slowly running down the X-man's cheeks. He simply nodded and kissed the top of Jean's head. The redhead continued to silently cry into his clothes.
Logan moved his attention to the other occupant in the rear of the van. McCoy sat opposite the two grieving X-Men. He had been working on some of his research into genetics and mutations when he got the call from Xavier. He stood there simply staring at his bloodied hands. The medical bag he brought with them lay forgotten at his feet. There was in reality nothing he could have done for the poor child. But that didn't mean he didn't try. He had sat there for three minutes beating on Kurt's chest, yelling in his blue pointed ears, checking his pulse, taking his temperature, trying to get any sort of reaction, any sort of sign. Pupils were dilated and for some reason barely visible. Subject showed no response to stimuli. No breath, no movement, no responses. Nothing. There was nothing he could do or could have done. He let his thumb run across the matted and wet palm of his hand. Maybe if he tried to save the girl, at least one of them would be okay. But he ran forward to the smaller blue furred mutant and tried to bring him back to life. There was nothing he could do. He failed. He wasn't even a quack or a liar. He was just useless. He looked up towards the front of the van and saw Logan's gaze at him. McCoy let out a sad sigh and nodded before looking back at his large blue bloody hands.
Logan nodded back at the furry mutant before turning his gaze back towards the street. He wondered if this was how the Elf felt when he missed catching Mystique. The kid never talked about it, not really. A look here, a mumbled prayer there, it had been hard on him. Him and Rogue. They had hardly spoken to each other in days. He knew that they both wanted to forgive the other. They both wanted to...Logan shook his head. Rogue had killed their mother and now she lost her brother. The half-pint and him were close too. The Elf had more or less been close to everyone at the mansion. The kid had even gotten under _his_ thick skin.
He briefly wondered if the Elf would see his mother. Nah, there was no way that Mystique was even in the same zip code that the Elf was in now. He deserved far better. Better than he got and better than anyone gave him.
Logan sighed and looked the only other passenger in the van.
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Charles Xavier sat quietly in the passenger seat. The old man started to truly show his old age. Creases and wrinkles in his skin became apparent. The color in his skin had drained, leaving an old bald pale shell of a man. Kurt had been the third recruit at the institute. One of the first classmen ever. Even as the ranks began to swell, Kurt seemed at the forefront of the group. He jovial nature and warmhearted nature was well needed among the X- men.
It is a terrible thing when the young die and the old are left to resume their wars and treachery. In the back of his mind, Xavier knew that eventually, someone would die. His vision for a world where mutants and humans could co-exist would not be easily won. He never really acknowledged it or said it. Everyone knew, didn't they?
Didn't his students, his children, understand what they were getting into when that came to him?
Did they understand what he asked of them?
Did HE understand what he asked of them?
Xavier's only answers were the cold hum of the motor and the sound of the rain hitting the roof as they approached the institute gates.
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Slowly the van crept up to a halt inside the garage. Logan put the van in park and quietly turned off the engine. Beast and the elder recruits hurried out of the vehicle, leaving only the two mutants on the front. They both sat in silence for several seconds before Logan turned to Xavier. "Chuck, uh...do you want me to..."
Xavier snapped out of his self-imposed reverie. He turned to face Logan and solemnly shook his head. "No Logan, I think it's best if I should break the news."
Logan nodded and opened his door. He walked around to the passenger side and helped the professor out of the van. Xavier looked at Logan. "Should we..."
Logan pursed his lips together and started wheeling the professor to the door to the mansion. "Lets leave the Elf and his girlfriend by themselves for a second. We can... move them after we told everyone."
Xavier nodded as the door opened. "Yes. I suppose you're right."
Xavier and Logan continued without speaking until they reached the door to the common room. Logan sighed and squeezed Xavier's shoulder as they opened the door. Inside the new recruits were sitting over on the couch near the TV. Amara, Ray, and Bobby were currently fighting over the remote. Ororo and Rogue stood at opposite corners of the room leaning against the wall. Everyone else just seemed to be sitting quietly and thinking to themselves.
Xavier sighed as he could hear Jean projecting in her room with Scott. He could hear their anguished cries as they comforted each other. He could hear McCoy's thoughts as he sat in the infirmary putting his supplies back on the shelf with heavy hands. Xavier felt all of the eyes in the room staring at him. His mind was assaulted by the thoughts and concerns of his students. He sighed and began speaking.
"When I started this school. I knew that the good things would not always out way the bad."
Confusion.
"In striving for a society where mutants and humans can peacefully coexist,"
Concern.
"We are still living in a world where the prejudices of some..."
Fear.
"Tread upon the lives of those who only wish to belong."
Anger. Worry.
Xavier sighed and held back his own emotions from adding to the maelstrom that was invading his very soul. "Tonight we have lost one of our own."
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Rogue sat alone in the common room. Everyone else had run off to mourn or weep, or do whatever the hell it is to make 'em all feel better. Kitty's was to scream at the professor. She told them that they were lying and that it was all bullshit and she screamed as she ran up cryin to their room. The new recruits seemed only somber. They were too young to really understand what was going on. Especially Jaime. Jamie cried and ran out of the room. Kurt was the only one to really make an effort with the kid. Hell, Kurt made an effort with everyone, even her. She sighed and continued thinking to herself.
She hadn't seen Jean or Scott. The professor told them that they were the first ones to find his body next to Amanda's, reaching out and trying to touch her. She shook her head and dried some of her tears.
She liked Amanda; she seemed good for her brother. They never really talked or anything, but whenever Kurt would talk about her, it would always bring a huge smile to his face. She sighed and looked down at her feet again, feeling the tears well up in her face. She hadn't seen Kurt smile at her in days. She hadn't seen Kurt laugh in her presence or even talk to her. She would never be able to make things right now. She was an orphan.
Again.
Kurt told her that her actions would haunt her the rest of her life. She had killed her mother and now her brother was gone too.
She lifted her face up, trying to control herself. Or maybe it was just an illusion. They weren't really her family. Their blood wasn't her blood. It was just an easy way to feel connected to somebody. And now that they're gone, the connection is severed.
Right?
Rogue let out a small scream and pulled her hair. She was angry. She was sad. She was hurt. But she couldn't tell if she was sad because her brother was gone, or because her friend was gone, or because her chance to make up with him was gone, or because she'd never see his goofy smile again.
Tears streamed down her face.
Or that she'd never laugh at one of his stupid cornball jokes again.
She wiped her face and began to regain her composure.
Or she'd never yell at him to quit buggin her and Kitty when they're tryin to get ready for school.
Rogue felt more tears stubbornly start to fall down her cheeks.
She'd never sit and listen to his stories about what it was like to grow up in a warm loving family.
She'd never hear about his newest ideas on how to get away with pranks or how the McGriddle is the best invention mankind has ever made.
She smiled in spite of herself and hugged her knees into her chest.
She'd never hear him tell her about how he's glad to have her as a sister, as a teammate, and as a friend.
For a moment Marie quit being 'the Rogue' and began to lament the loss of her brother.
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Logan sat and looked at the only other occupants of the room: the two bags lying across the room from him, Kurt and Amanda. He rubbed his hands over his face and looked at the back room of the infirmary. It was surreal almost, making the back of the infirmary into a morgue. It made sense. A morbid, utilitarian kind of sense. They would teach the kids how to fight. The kids would go out. Some would get hurt, some would die.
He shook his head and thought only of the black bag infront of him. He felt bad for the Half-pint. The Elf was her best friend. She took it hard. So did Rogue and Shades and the newbies. Everyone did. Even Storm had streams of tears running down her face.
He sighed and looked down at his feet for a second. The first time is always the worst. There would be more. There would always more death. It's the rules of the Game. People die, you move on. You have to survive.
Logan felt a twitch in the air and sniffed. Something wasn't right. He looked around the room as he began to feel the same pull from earlier, only multiplied by a thousand and continuously getting stronger. His claws shot out and he gripped both sides of his head. The air in the room became energized with electricity. Logan felt all of his senses become aligned on the one body bag in the center of the room. The hair all over his body stood on end as he felt the shock in the back of his skull sweep throughout his body.
Small streams of lightning began to dance inside one of the black bags in the middle of the room and tore it to shreds.
Logan felt his senses begin to relax and he got up from his knees and inched closer to the table where the Elf's body rested. The figure on the table opened his eyes and shrieked.
Logan yelled out the two words he felt could correctly describe the situation. "HOLY SHIT!"