Silk and Steel
By LC
AN: My version of the Coming. I've had the idea in my head for an eternity. Feedback is highly appreciated.
Hugs to mrs, thanks for the betaing!
I never thought it would end this way. I never thought you would lay here in my arms and let me share your last breaths. But I think you did.
You knew, didn't you? From the moment Logan yelled at Mole on Jam Pony, you knew somewhere in the depths of your mind that it was going to end this way, that you would pay for the survival of the humans with your life. Were you afraid? Did you cry when nobody could here the whimpers and sobs? I don't think you did.
I hated Sandeman when he told you. I hated how proud he seemed to be when he told us about the perfect plan. You were the perfect plan. Your fucking perfect no-junk DNA, your perfectly empowered super-cells, your beautiful, perfect body.
The body that is now lying in my lap. The only body on this planet strong enough to neutralize the poison the familiars has been working on for 5000 years.
The familiars called it The Coming. It would wipe out the humans from the face of earth. Only the familiars and the transgenics were immune and only you could neutralize it. You could make it harmless. But there is no victory without loss. Your life is the loss.
Sandeman looked at you like you were an advanced computer, a beautiful painting, a tool. A weapon. Like you were his lifetime achievement, a successful experiment. A thing ready to be sacrificed. He smiled proudly when he gave you your doom. I hated him for that smile.
You are so much more than that. Here, in my arms, staring upon me with eyes filled with the tears you never cried until now, you are so much more than that.
Logan cried when you told him. You didn't try to comfort him, your eyes were ice cold. His weeping embarrassed you, made you uncomfortable. When he said that he was sooo proud over you I thought you would threw up. To be honest, I was not far from killing the stupid guy that moment.
What had you to be proud over Logan?!
You didn't want to see my tears so I never cried. I held your hand when you were freezing, I touched you, hugged you when you felt alone. I was there when you were afraid of the darkness.
So when you asked me to inject to poison in your body, I said yes. How could I deny you that? I told you that I wouldn't deny you anything. You just gave me the syringe with the black liquor, the curse. Your hands were shaking but you met my eyes. I made a silent promise to never leave you alone.
So it all comes down to this. My world has stopped spinning and the only thing I'm still aware of is your fading heartbeats. The world is getting cold. Your last breaths are so soft against my cheek as I whisper soft words of comfort in you ear, telling you how much I love you even though I don't know if you still can hear me.
Your hands are shaking as I take them in mine, you are shivering so I try to comfort you, ease your pain with my embrace, and warm you with my body heat when your hands are getting colder.
Softly, as a candle being blown out I feel your very last breaths as a feather light kiss on my lips.
Its over now. My world stopped spinning in that very moment. My heart shattered in a million pieces.
Be proud Maxie. A nation of tough, bad assed soldiers are crying for you today, your nation, our nation. Soldiers that never have learnt how to mourn, to cry.
For you will continue. I will lead them as I promised to do.
Cause somehow I know, we will meet again. Will you wait for me?