Disclaimer: Yea yea, don't own anything.
Author's note: This fanfic was thought up by my brother and me while on a trip to Alabama in June. If the info about Lance isn't correct I'm sorry, I don't know much about him other than that he's an orphan.
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Lance sat down at the wooden desk in his room at the mansion. It was after Apocalypse and after they beat him the brotherhood boys had joined the X-Men along with the Acolytes.
Lance looked down at the pen and paper setting on his desk.
Hey
dad
I'm writing to you
Not to tell you, that I still hate
you
Just to ask you
How you feel
And how we fell apart
How
this fell apart
He began writing a letter to his father, his mind whirling with memories. A memory of yesterday came to his mind when he sat in a office at the Hall of Records down town where he waited for Mrs. Rawlins to come in, she was currently looking for a record in back. She had called Lance, telling him they had found the folder on his father.
Are
you happy out there in this great wide world?
Do you think about
your sons?
Do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head
down
How do you sleep at night?
Do you even wonder if we're all
right?
But we're all right
We're all right
His mind flashed to another memory that he had spent years trying to suppress.
:Flash Back:
A three years old Lance stood in the door way of his parents bedroom as he watched his father throw shirts pants and other articles of clothing into a suitcase that lay open on the bed.
Chorus:
It's
been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there
all the nights that we cried
You broke my mother's heart
You
broke your children for life
It's not ok,
But we're all right
I
remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just
a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to
survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know that I'm still alive
The
days I spent so cold, so hungry
Were full of hate
I was so
angry
Those scars run deep inside this tattooed body
There's
things I'll take, to my grave
But I'm okay
I'm okay
"Where you goin' daddy?" The small child with brown hair and big brown eyes asked as he looked at his father, his hero.
"I'm leaving, you little brat where the hell do you think I'm going?" The angry looking man screamed before slamming the suitcase shut.
"But why?" Lance asked, on the verge of tears.
"Because I can't take this anymore!" He yelled before storming out of the room and out of Lance's life for ever.
:End Flash Back:
Chorus:
It's
been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there
all the nights that we cried
You broke my mother's heart
You
broke your children for life
It's not ok,
But we're all right
I
remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just
a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know
that I'm still alive
Yeah, I'm still alive
Sometimes
I
forgive
Yeah and this time
I'll admit
That I miss you, said
I miss you
Sighing Lance continued to write to the man who had abandoned him, his mother, brother and sister so many years ago.
Chorus:
It's
been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there
all the nights that we cried
You broke my mother's heart
You
broke your children for life
It's not ok,
But we're all right
I
remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just
a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know
that I'm still alive
And sometimes
I forgive
And
this time
I'll admit, that I miss you, miss you
Hey Dad
The end.
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Yea yea yea I know it sucked but it was just a little something that was thought of a while ago and I thought I'd post it.
If you review please be kind, it's my first song fic.
Thank you and good night. I'm working on my next chapter for Second Story and it shall be out soon if not tonight. And I may have figured out a plot for Gypsy or Phantom or whatever I called it.