Title: Insights- Fire of Justice: Coda
Author: Cassandra West
Rating: PG for language
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Jono/Remy (slightly)
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Word Count: 313
Dates: Originally written August 2002, edited and cleaned up 17 August, 2004
Notes: Part of a series called Insights that looks at particular
moments in the character's lives. Originally written as part of an
X-men slash RPG
Main character listing: Jono
Summary: After his rant at Rogue in 'Fire of Justice', Jono releases his power in a relatively controlled manner.
Author
Notes: This follows on several minutes after 'Fire of Justice'. In
those intervening minutes, Remy, Emma, Jubilee, and some other mansion
residents had realised he was losing control and converged on his
location to try to help him. Unsurprisingly,this did not help him in
the slightest.
Acknowledgements: Thank you to my dear friend and
adoptive brother, Star for the advice on the story and corrections on
punctuation and grammar.
Disclaimer: Jono, Remy, Emma, Jubilee, and
all things X-men belong to Marvel, but the story herein is mine alone.
I make no money from this.
/Thank you, Em/ Jono sent softly, with a slight nod. Glancing around to verify that everyone should be far enough away, he gently drew Jubilee further from the rock he'd been sitting on, then stepped in front of her. Concentrating, focussing the energy, tightening the aim, removing the concussive and explosive power usually present in his psi-fire, he channelled the powerful emotions, all those things keeping him from being able to deal with things rationally, the pain, the rage, the sorrow, sending them all into the core of the rock in a beam of heat. He kept pouring it on, until the rock was glowing with the heat; until it felt like standing near a roaring bonfire; until it was glowing too brightly to look at; until he couldn't muster the slightest flare of his power, and the psi-energy was entirely contained within his body, rather than flickering and flaring well beyond the ragged hole in his chest, as it usually did. The rock was now a red hot puddle of melted glass from the extreme heat directed into it.
He sank to his knees, silent tears of grief, regret, and simple relief sliding down his face. For once he did not terribly care about the whole men don't cry macho bullshit; he trusted Jubes, Emma, and Remy, if he was still around, enough to be able just give in to the tears without the need for the heaving, wracking 'dam has burst' sobs of the night before. He was overwhelmed: the dream, the rant at Rogue, what had happened here, his long held assumptions about his manifestation, the new possibilities raised by the dream, the hurt in Remy's voice, the regret in Rogue's, the severed link with Remy. It seemed like all he had done tonight was fuck up every situation he'd been in.
/Em, need the bandages now/ he sent weakly.
