50 Snapshots

by Rhianwen

A collection of tinytiny short stories featuring Mirage and Syndrome. Some angst, some humour, some neither, some both. Stretching from premovie to postmovie. Starts with a death, ends with a birth, because they've never done anything the right way around

45. Ugly

Ugly

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There were some things, lots of things actually, that he made sure to tell her, though.

I always meant to settle down someday, after I got my fair chance, and I always meant to do it with you.

If he had hurt you, I would've killed him. And the family.

Did I ever mentioned that you looked really hot in that little black dress?

But the most important was that it's kind of funny, how it took losing the comfort of her voice and touch and smile and company when he was alone and recovering from injuries and needed her the most, to bring him to the ugly realization that his tireless crusade for revenge made him an idiot at best. Something as stupid as revenge on a guy who didn't let a clueless twelve-year old charge blindly into battle brought him to the point of really having nothing, and now that he's back to just feeling like he has nothing when he's being especially moody, he can appreciate it for what it is.

And it's the most important only partly because he's always heard that chicks love this soppy stuff, and if it's the truth, hey, bonus.

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