1. Sins
Starring: X23
Rating: K
She ran.
She ran like she had never run before.
The shameful excuses she had for legs weren't going fast enough.
She had to get out. She had to leave.
She knew she couldn't get far. Not with him on her scent and the telepaths on her trail.
They'd find her. They'd never stop until they did.
Why?
Because they loved her. He loved her.
Her thoughts were confused, jumbled, useless.
Why was she running?
She had forgotten.
Fool.
She should be running in the other direction. Towards the one's she loved, not from them.
But she had done it again. She swore she wouldn't and she did.
They trusted her and she failed them.
She failed them terribly.
She heard them call out her na--no. Not her name. Never her name.
She heard them call out her number.
X23.
So she hid, like the animal she was.
They'd find her.
She wanted to keep running but she couldn't. Her body wouldn't allow it.
She wasn't some psycho super-soldier.
She was only mutant. Only human.
She heard the footsteps stop.
She heard the order to search the area.
She heard the heartbeats fade off into the distance.
She heard him.
"X?"
Her heartbeat sounded as loud as a blow horn.
'Logan will hear' she thought.
She concentrated as hard as she could on silencing her heart. To quiet it so that he couldn't find her.
Even if it meant death.
She saw his foot and held her breath.
He dropped to one knee to look her in the eye.
"Accidents happen, X" he whispered.
"Not to me" she whimpered. "Not to us"
He held out his hand.
She popped her claws.
He gently smiled, a feat hardly accomplished by the Wolverine.
He popped his own claws.
He reached out, letting their claws touch with a small 'tink'.
A gesture of trust.
"Jean will never forgive me" she spoke up, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"She will" he confirmed.
"Not for this. Not for…"
"Scott'll heal. He's tough."
"Not like 'us tough', though" she responded sadly.
"No, but give him time"
"It's gonna take weeks, months…" her voice quivered.
He brought her into and embrace, their claws still exposed.
Raindrops began to fall around them.
They mixed with her tears of self-hatred and guilt.
"Let's go home"
"They don't want me at home" she sniffled.
"Have we ever cared?"
She shook her head with a weak smile.
"Home now?" he asked.
"Yes. Home. Ours."
As the light shower subdued, the stars shone brighter than ever in the night sky.
They walked home in silence, fingers and claws interlaced.
This is slightly changed from the way it came to me. My dream started with me standing over a body I didn't recognize at first, staring at the blood on my hands and claws. I then focused on the body that I realized was Scott's. He was panting between coughs of blood. I looked to the doorway to see Jean, standing in her night clothes (that looked an awful lot like skimpy lingerie), staring at me disbelievingly. I looked back down at my hands and then to her. "It was an accident" I said. It sounded a lot like the way Rouge said that line in the first X-Men movie when she stabbed Logan. I turned on my heels and ran. The dream is the same up to the part where they actually start having a conversation. In my dream, Logan and I didn't talk and I woke up at the embrace.
Just thought you should know.
