AUTHORS NOTE: thanks to everyone who reviewed, I'm glad you liked it. This is my first fanfiction, and one that has been coming a long time. Below is an explanation of what is brought into this fic. Feel free to skip it but it might make more sense if you do read it. Thanks Again.
I quit watching Mutant X after the second season, I think I watched the first episode of season three but for some reason found it less interesting without Emma. So this is written with hardly no knowledge of what has happened since that episode. I will however include the knowledge I obtained in that episode and the previews of Mutant X I happened to see when watching other shows. So basically:
This is a Emma based fic: therefore she might be glorified a little.
Lexa will most likely appear. When she does it's with no idea about anything that has to do with her character, other than her and Adam used to know each other. So liberties will be taken when it comes to her, and her place within Mutant X.
Brennan, Shalimar & Jesse will appear like they were at the end of season 2.
I don't know the circumstances of Adam's return (or even if he is fully returned), but I will pretend that he is back at Mutant X.
Emma held secrets from her teammates. These can be concluded to be those she suggested in the episode "Reality Check." Most have to deal with her powers. WEEEEEE.... Fun fun fun.
Note: I doubt there will be any romance for Emma in this one. Sorry, but there may be upcoming angst between Emma and Brennan (angst of the nonromantic variety that is). Maybe implied Shalimar/Brennan.
All my writing is sans beta....
The days were painfully long. In fact long was way too pleasant of a word to use for the way Emma watched the time roll by. Adam should have been here by now... He was alright. At least she was sure of that, even if she wasn't sure of the reason for his absence. She could still feel his presence in the world, and his temperament was in no way alarming. He was probably just busy.
Emma's eyes darted nervously around her small apartment. She needed a hobby. The emptiness of time felt like an enormous weight that slowly pressed down on her chest. She could almost feel her ribcage crushing. The more she paid attention to that weight, the more nervous she became, and the more nervous she became, the more the pressure would almost feel real. It was becoming unbearable.
Her long legs were crossed and rested on the desk in front of her. God, what she wouldn't give for a computer. And for her, that was saying a lot. She leaned back in to the chair and rested her head on the leather upholstery. What should she do? What could she do but wait? The loneliness was finally getting to her. She missed Sanctuary; everything about it. No matter what was going on, at least in Sanctuary, she always had something to keep her busy. At least the bad guys kept time passing by quickly.
She closed her eyes and focused on a single thought. Adam. She could feel him. He was in Sanctuary. He was alone in a room, but Emma could pinpoint exactly three other people spread out within the building. Three of them she knew. They were her old teammates, but the other one was unfamiliar. It was female. And of course, she was mutant. Predictable. Emma focused in on her for a few seconds, but withdrew when she knew she was getting to close. The knowledge of this woman's presence only added to the growing pressure that Emma could almost see crushing in on her ribcage. It hurt. She tried not to think of this woman as her replacement. They wouldn't do that. Would they?
But she was in Emma's old room.
The tears were building. Then the anger started to build also. Not because of this strange new woman, but because Emma knew she shouldn't allow herself to feel this way. It was past. Gone. She tried to remind herself that they thought she was dead. No, wait, they knew she was dead. She had already cried too many tears to still dwell on this situation. A wise man once said "A lie always remains the truth until someone tells you otherwise." Whomever he was, Emma knew he was right. And she had no reason to play with what her ex-teammates regarded as reality.
What was there to do? Emma opened her eyes slowly. Her clear blue irises were now distorted through the unshed tears. She blinked rapidly as she stared at the ceiling, hoping desperately to win her silent battle against tear shed. The tears had already won too many times. And Emma hated nothing more than the way she hated self pity. She was okay. Right?
She had only been awake for four hours today, but she was already exhausted. Her muscles ached and her brain cried out for silence. A silence that would never come. The cold ceramic walls of her bath no longer served as a wall between her and everybody else. Knowing everything about everybody no longer served any purpose. What good was it knowing someone, if they were to never know her.
After a quick snack of peanut butter on toast, she made her way back to what she now referred to as her bed, and laid down for yet another long rest.
"Adam..." she spoke almost silently. The need for rest far outweighing the need for psionic silence. The almost inaudible words traveled much farther than she ever meant them to.
He heard her. And soon, so would someone else.
It's not much. Super short chapter... sorry, but there is much more in the works. Wanted to add the replacement part, most of all.
author's note: once again – liberties are taken with Lexa
