Title: Maps: Jono
Note: Pretty much same events from Maps: Bobby, but from Jono's perspective. The song is Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, go listen to it because it is absolutely gorgeous. Anywho, these are all just little fluff bits before I get into the heavy stuff ;)
Sue Penkivech- Thanks so much for the review! I absolutely love so many of your stories that it was such a kick to see your name on my review page. "From the Journal of Bobby Drake" really helped me see more into this character and pathos, past the funny kid image. I'd be honored if you kept reading.
anything but ordinary3- Jean fans?! No way! Well, actually, come to think about it, I like tortured dark Jean.. but that's more Dark Phoenix and Maddie than anything else, so yes- I still hate Jean! YEAAAAH. Ahem. Thanks for all your reviews, they mean a lot but WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK IT AINT PIOTRS?! Gah! I can't convince a soul! lol
don't stray my kind's your kind I'll stay the same
pack up don't stray oh say say say
wait they don't love you like I love you wait they don't love me like I love maps - Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
*hi*= telepathy
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A couple of months ago, Rachel started trying to convince the rest of us that Kat was possessed.
That bird went completely off her rocker.
Not that I can blame her, I 'pose. If I went through half of the trans- dimensional time hopping that she did, I would be shaking in a loony bun, muttering about mental possession too.
The worse was Kat and Piotr's wedding. After that, Xavier had a long meeting with her and then sent her off to Europe, to some Dr. Oliva who was 'posed to be a brilliant shrink.
Kat should have been miserable that day. Here she was, getting married (and a month pregnant as we found out later) and her best friend and maid of honor attacked her, trying to exorcise some evil influence and had to be tranquilized and dragged off. But the girl's got balls, I'll give her that. Kat just sucked it up and went ahead with everything else, smiling like nothing was wrong.
Xavier kept Rachel's whole breakdown hush hush of course. Only reason I know is 'cause I'm one sneaky 'path.
But I know when to keep my mouth shut.
And that's all the time or else everyone's dead.
Heh. That was pretty bad.
But you don't have half of your body missing without acquiring some gallows humor. And some angst. Okay, a whole lot of friggin angst. But when you sign up to be an X-Men, that's expected. So I was surprised, and impressed, when Kat didn't succumb to all that pathos.
Good for her though, I thought. I figured that their love was so strong that something like your best friend's mental breakdown didn't even interfere.
Looking back, I'm not sure if Kat even knew Rachel was gone.
It was a good wedding though, nice reception. Everyone and their mother were there (its truth-Kurt and Mystique) and it served as one big reunion.
Course, I don't particularly enjoy those, specially when enough of my team mates don't show up, being that they're dead and all. Sarah was feeling much the same, I think. After grabbing enough wine to make give a white boy rhythm, she disappeared to her room.
Guess if Kat wasn't going to angst, Sarah was going to do it for her.
Sarah's the kinda girl that doesn't take to dwelling in angst easily so when she does, you know it's bad. And she gets mad when she pouts, and things tend to get broken.
When I found her, I knew it was going to be extra tough because her shoulder and back bones were out, like ivory quills. She growled slowly in the back of her throat when she heard me come in.
*Calm down, gel* I projected as I stood in her doorway. *It's only me.*
"That's precisely why I aint calm," she growled back.
Great. *What've I done now?*
"You came to bother me. That's enough."
*Shut it. Get to the point, Sarah-what's wrong?*
"Nothing."
*Don't try lying to a telepath.*
She sighed, turning to face me. Bones were jutting out from all sides of her face, scarring her in a way I hadn't seen in a long time. "I hate you up-worlders," she muttered.
*Nothing new. What's wrong now?*
"THIS is wrong!" she cried, pulling a long, clean bone from her cheek. "I don't belong down there with the stupid, pretty people and I'm never gonna be where Pretty Kitty is all because of this!" She stood up, pacing. Bones absentmindedly emerged from her back, falling to the ground behind her. "'Cause I aint got some pretty power like Wings or something not obvious like Kit. I hear Bobby on the phone at night, you know. Talking to his girl. He wants to leave, but he doesn't think he can." She turned on me, practically screaming now. "But look at me! I CAN'T leave! Iceboy could walk away anytime, get a job selling surplees or something. But what are the choices for me, this or a sideshow?"
*Sarah, honey...*
She pounced on me. "And this is YOUR fault too! I could go if it weren't for you... oh god, if it weren't for you.."
She started sobbing. Sarah, Marrow of the Morlocks, the hardest girl I've ever known just broke down in front of me and started crying her heart out. It was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen.
Times like this, though, it's good to be a telepath. You know exactly what to do, exactly what the girl wants. I bent down and pulled her close, as she turned into my chest.
"Jono.." she said, muffled, "I hate you. I friggin love you and so much that I hate you." She blinked, eyes large and liquid. That was the first time she had said she loved me, typical Sarah fashion. "You know that, right?"
I smoothed down her hair. I thought about the wedding going on outside, about Bobby and his baseline girlfriend who ruffled everyone's feathers, about the maid of honor in a straight jacket. We should get out of this place. But Sarah was right. I wasn't much better off than her with no mouth and no chest. This is where we were wanted, dysfunctional as it maybe.
"Jono?" she whispered. She gazed up at me, half drunk and emotionally drained. She was going to fall asleep right there in my arms, and she had said the three words that I never thought she would say.
*I know.* I sent her a hundred different images, of our first kiss, of how beautiful she looked to me right now, of all the happiness in the world.
*I know, Sarah. I hate you too.*
Note: Pretty much same events from Maps: Bobby, but from Jono's perspective. The song is Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, go listen to it because it is absolutely gorgeous. Anywho, these are all just little fluff bits before I get into the heavy stuff ;)
Sue Penkivech- Thanks so much for the review! I absolutely love so many of your stories that it was such a kick to see your name on my review page. "From the Journal of Bobby Drake" really helped me see more into this character and pathos, past the funny kid image. I'd be honored if you kept reading.
anything but ordinary3- Jean fans?! No way! Well, actually, come to think about it, I like tortured dark Jean.. but that's more Dark Phoenix and Maddie than anything else, so yes- I still hate Jean! YEAAAAH. Ahem. Thanks for all your reviews, they mean a lot but WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK IT AINT PIOTRS?! Gah! I can't convince a soul! lol
don't stray my kind's your kind I'll stay the same
pack up don't stray oh say say say
wait they don't love you like I love you wait they don't love me like I love maps - Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
*hi*= telepathy
*******************
A couple of months ago, Rachel started trying to convince the rest of us that Kat was possessed.
That bird went completely off her rocker.
Not that I can blame her, I 'pose. If I went through half of the trans- dimensional time hopping that she did, I would be shaking in a loony bun, muttering about mental possession too.
The worse was Kat and Piotr's wedding. After that, Xavier had a long meeting with her and then sent her off to Europe, to some Dr. Oliva who was 'posed to be a brilliant shrink.
Kat should have been miserable that day. Here she was, getting married (and a month pregnant as we found out later) and her best friend and maid of honor attacked her, trying to exorcise some evil influence and had to be tranquilized and dragged off. But the girl's got balls, I'll give her that. Kat just sucked it up and went ahead with everything else, smiling like nothing was wrong.
Xavier kept Rachel's whole breakdown hush hush of course. Only reason I know is 'cause I'm one sneaky 'path.
But I know when to keep my mouth shut.
And that's all the time or else everyone's dead.
Heh. That was pretty bad.
But you don't have half of your body missing without acquiring some gallows humor. And some angst. Okay, a whole lot of friggin angst. But when you sign up to be an X-Men, that's expected. So I was surprised, and impressed, when Kat didn't succumb to all that pathos.
Good for her though, I thought. I figured that their love was so strong that something like your best friend's mental breakdown didn't even interfere.
Looking back, I'm not sure if Kat even knew Rachel was gone.
It was a good wedding though, nice reception. Everyone and their mother were there (its truth-Kurt and Mystique) and it served as one big reunion.
Course, I don't particularly enjoy those, specially when enough of my team mates don't show up, being that they're dead and all. Sarah was feeling much the same, I think. After grabbing enough wine to make give a white boy rhythm, she disappeared to her room.
Guess if Kat wasn't going to angst, Sarah was going to do it for her.
Sarah's the kinda girl that doesn't take to dwelling in angst easily so when she does, you know it's bad. And she gets mad when she pouts, and things tend to get broken.
When I found her, I knew it was going to be extra tough because her shoulder and back bones were out, like ivory quills. She growled slowly in the back of her throat when she heard me come in.
*Calm down, gel* I projected as I stood in her doorway. *It's only me.*
"That's precisely why I aint calm," she growled back.
Great. *What've I done now?*
"You came to bother me. That's enough."
*Shut it. Get to the point, Sarah-what's wrong?*
"Nothing."
*Don't try lying to a telepath.*
She sighed, turning to face me. Bones were jutting out from all sides of her face, scarring her in a way I hadn't seen in a long time. "I hate you up-worlders," she muttered.
*Nothing new. What's wrong now?*
"THIS is wrong!" she cried, pulling a long, clean bone from her cheek. "I don't belong down there with the stupid, pretty people and I'm never gonna be where Pretty Kitty is all because of this!" She stood up, pacing. Bones absentmindedly emerged from her back, falling to the ground behind her. "'Cause I aint got some pretty power like Wings or something not obvious like Kit. I hear Bobby on the phone at night, you know. Talking to his girl. He wants to leave, but he doesn't think he can." She turned on me, practically screaming now. "But look at me! I CAN'T leave! Iceboy could walk away anytime, get a job selling surplees or something. But what are the choices for me, this or a sideshow?"
*Sarah, honey...*
She pounced on me. "And this is YOUR fault too! I could go if it weren't for you... oh god, if it weren't for you.."
She started sobbing. Sarah, Marrow of the Morlocks, the hardest girl I've ever known just broke down in front of me and started crying her heart out. It was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen.
Times like this, though, it's good to be a telepath. You know exactly what to do, exactly what the girl wants. I bent down and pulled her close, as she turned into my chest.
"Jono.." she said, muffled, "I hate you. I friggin love you and so much that I hate you." She blinked, eyes large and liquid. That was the first time she had said she loved me, typical Sarah fashion. "You know that, right?"
I smoothed down her hair. I thought about the wedding going on outside, about Bobby and his baseline girlfriend who ruffled everyone's feathers, about the maid of honor in a straight jacket. We should get out of this place. But Sarah was right. I wasn't much better off than her with no mouth and no chest. This is where we were wanted, dysfunctional as it maybe.
"Jono?" she whispered. She gazed up at me, half drunk and emotionally drained. She was going to fall asleep right there in my arms, and she had said the three words that I never thought she would say.
*I know.* I sent her a hundred different images, of our first kiss, of how beautiful she looked to me right now, of all the happiness in the world.
*I know, Sarah. I hate you too.*