A/N: This is going to get REALLY good. Specially for those who are diggin the Tristian/Jean thing!!...again one chapter broken into two parts…this comp suxs
Chapter 29 – Truth Be Told
Jean was amazed as she stared at Bobby in wonder. No scar, no blood, nothing. It was as if it never had happened. She'd seen Tristian use his other powers, least the few she knew about, but this was clearly amazing, shocking her more than Logan's self healing ever did.
She turned to Tristian, but he was gone. With a slight frown she looked to the ceiling, expanding her mind out. She caught him in his room, sitting by the window. With a quick smile to Bobby and informing him that she wanted to check him out again tomorrow, she left the room, heading towards Tristian's room.
She knocked softly on his door and heard a faint greeting. With a deep breath she opened the door, stepping in to darkness. His room was pitch black. The curtains were pulled back tightly, blocking all traces of light. The lights in his room were off and only a few faint candles lit the way making it eerie.
Jean stepped forward cautiously, she could see a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, back towards her. "Tristian," she spoke carefully.
He said nothing, didn't even budge, just stayed hunched over.
She came closer, coming to the edge of the bed. She sat down slowly, reaching her hand out to him. "Tristian…are you okay?"
A shuddered sigh was his only reply, his face turned away from her. She took a chance and scooted closer, sitting next to him with four inches of space in-between them. Craning her neck, she got a peek of what he was looking at. It was a picture, a young girl with long red hair and piercing eyes, breath taking to look at.
"She's very beautiful," Jean spoke softly.
"Yeah," Tristian nodded. She could hear the quiver in his voice as he spoke, his eyes were red, he'd been crying. "She was."
Jean's mouth opened in understanding, that was Bonnie. His lost love. "Tristian, talk to me…please."
He closed his eyes, hanging his head low. "Where do I even start Jean?"
"Wherever you like?" she told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know what to say, Jean," he told her, turning to look at her. His eyes were the color of rain clouds, stormy and gray and actually moving around, turning in a graceful manner. "Bobby was my fault."
"No," she shook her head.
"It was an accident, Jean. Don't give me that shit," he threatened, taking a deep breath. "I didn't warn John, I didn't stop it sooner than I should have…history is repeating itself because wherever I go it follows…they follow."
He took a deep breath and Jean stated silent. She found it was the smartest thing she could do, let him vent it all out on his own.
"She was the best thing that ever happened to me, he smiled at the picture in his hands. "I had a horrible childhood. Beaten…abused…discarded for what I was. I ran away when I was fifteen to get away from it all. I lived in a shelter for a few years, eventually graduated high school and lived through it. Then I started working. I had a job and an apartment and lived on my own. But life still sucked because I was alone…I had no friends, no family, nothing," he smiled to himself. "That all changed soon because I met Bonnie
"I was coming out of my apartment and she was coming to visit a friend and we bumped into each other, literally. It's one of those corny scene you see in a movie. And it was love at first sight. I saw more and more of her after that until we were eventually going out. She was a mutant too," he told her, letting Jean see the picture more. "She could generate electricity, but like any good mutant she never used it for anything. She lived her life like a normal person. We bought a house and moved in with each other in this quite little place away from the city where the stars were bright and perfect, she loved the stars. But her job in the law firm was still in the city.
"I visited her at her job when I wasn't busy with my own," he began playing with emerald on his necklace. "That was when I met her boss, Emma Frost. She'd taken over when her sister died I was told. Very attractive woman. Perfect skin, perfect blonde hair that women die to get from a bottle, and eyes so blue they take your breath away. She could make any head turn. Men wanted her and women wanted to be her. She knew I was a mutant and I knew she was too. She's a mind reader, pretty strong, but she sensed it off me and wondered what I could do. I never told her I was a Trimutant. No one knew but Bonnie and Bonnie was good at blocking her boss out. But I started to like Emma, I trusted her, not with my secret, but enough to quit my job and do some things for her. Besides I was closer to Bonnie that way."
He paused taking a deep breath. "That's about two years time period right there. I proposed to Bonnie a while after that, bought her a ring and this necklace," he twisted it on the chain. "She bought me this ring afterward. Said I needed an engagement band too," he chuckled showing her the ring on his right hand. It was made of white gold with a sapphire stud put in it.
"What happened Tristian?" Jean asked.
His eyes clouded over and there was so much pain in his face she felt her heart tear for him. He licked his lips in a quick motion, glancing at her picture. "Frost was having problems with this other group of rowdy mutants who refused to back down. She said it was my last assignment since I was quitting with Bonnie after that. Emma had been mad about it to begin with when I told her, but she suggested I take this case. And I did. I made sure they left Emma alone without using violence since there were about twenty of them in all. And they backed down…but it went wrong, they were angry," he took a shaky breath. "They sent a mutant after her…after Bonnie to get back at me. It killed her…sucked the life out of her and warped her DNA strand…I couldn't heal it…I tried but I couldn't. She died in my arms, with me holding her."
Tears were streaming down Tristian's cheeks and he was unconsciously rocking himself back and forth. Jean, too, felt the tears fall from her own eyes as she listened. "I couldn't even save her, she died…part of me died with her. I found out from Emma what that thing was. It was called Emplate, it fed off of mutants, killed them painfully. I lost it. Completely. I went after all of them…every single one and I killed them all, but not before I killed each of their families…it was a blood bath…I didn't care though. I wanted them to feel what I felt, to be left with nothing before I killed them. So many died after Bonnie because of me and I could only smile while I did it.
"I went back to Emma when it was done. I continued to work for her for awhile…but then I found out her plans. She knew what I was…and she wanted it. Emma always wanted nothing but complete power. She killed her sister for it, she'd kill anyone for it. She wanted me because I was a Trimutant, meaning complete and raw power, complete control. She tried to get it by enticing me at first, trying to get me to be with her. But I wasn't like most men, my love was dead and I wanted no other. Her next plan, which I found in her office on her computer by a feeling, was to take it."
"Take it?" Jean frowned.
He nodded, "Blood, Jean. You feel it in your blood when I use my powers, I know you do. I've seen your face. She wanted my blood, the source of my power. Wanted it all to herself. I killed a few of her mutants, running from that place. That was when I made a wrong move, ended up in the basement," another shuddering breath and his eyes glistened with the threat of rain. "I saw it, the creature she had locked up in the dark. It was huge, ugly and exactly as I remembered it. It was Emplate, tat thing that killed Bonnie belonged to Emma Frost…she had Bonnie killed for her own benefit…because of me. I left, I disappeared and I never went back."
He buried his face in his hands. "Bonnie died because of me. I couldn't save her and I killed so many innocent people…it's why I never wanted to know you, Jean. I don't want you to suffer the same as everyone else in my path."
She put her arms around him. "It's okay." She held him tight. "This is Emma's fault, Tristian. Not yours. Emma killed Bonnie and all those mutants and people. She set you up to kill, it's not your fault."
"I don't want this to happen to you, or anyone," he cried, shaking his head.
She pulled him back, lying on the bed with him, holding him still. She wiped the tears from his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Trist. I promise. I'll help you through this the way you helped me…I was lost in the dark so long before you came, Tristian. I couldn't find my way out. But then I saw you and there was suddenly a bright light that fought off all the darkness I felt. All because I met you. I'd still be there if not for you."
Tristian smiled, getting more comfortable on the bed, Jean lay right next to him. "I'm glad I've done some good then."
She touched his face gently, "You've done a lot of good. For Rogue…for Bobby…for John," her finger traced his jaw line and she gazed into his blue eyes. "For me."
He fought the shiver of desire that rushed through him. If he didn't move, didn't break his eyes from hers, things were going to change and he'd be unable to stop anything no matter how powerful he was. But he couldn't. He couldn't look away from her, he wanted this as much as she did and desire overpowered logic. Love overpowered fear.
Ever so slowly she moved closer. Their breath mingling, Jean parted her lips slightly and paused when Tristian moved back a little, eyes downcast.
"We can't do this, Jean," he whispered. "We can't."
"I know…but why do I want to? Why can't I get you out of my head?" she asked quietly.
"The same reason I can't get you out of mine," he looked into her eyes. "We connect too much. Closer than anyone else."
She nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to clear her senses from the one thing she wanted. "You're right, we can't," she yawned, feeling suddenly tired. She laid her head down next to him, head snuggling into his shoulder. His arm went around her automatically, pulling her body next to his, her warmth cascading around him, warming him more than a blanket ever could.
"Will I ever figure this out?" she asked him, closing her eyes.
He sighed, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah, you will."
"Will you help me?"
Tristian fought the tension in his body, she'd feel it if he did. He thought about it, about what that would mean. She didn't know the method of the answer yet and right now he figured she was too tired to hear it.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and willed his pulse to steady. "Only if you want me too."
"I do," she mumbled and he closed his eyes, not sure if he could. A minute later she was sound asleep in his arms. Tristian reached for his picture of Bonnie and glanced at the red headed angel once more before reaching behind him and settling it on the nightstand. What would Bonnie think about him helping Jean with the answer? What would Bonnie think about any of it?
Tristian shut his eyes, too tired to think of anything but sleep at the moment. A few minutes later he was sound asleep, Jean right next to him. Completely unaware that they had been watched for the last ten minutes.
The door to his room shut all the way and Logan walked down the hall to his room casually, a frown on his face as he thought over what he just saw.
OoOoOOo What can possibly happen? Lol, Chapter 30 coming Soon!!
Chapter 29 – Truth Be Told
Jean was amazed as she stared at Bobby in wonder. No scar, no blood, nothing. It was as if it never had happened. She'd seen Tristian use his other powers, least the few she knew about, but this was clearly amazing, shocking her more than Logan's self healing ever did.
She turned to Tristian, but he was gone. With a slight frown she looked to the ceiling, expanding her mind out. She caught him in his room, sitting by the window. With a quick smile to Bobby and informing him that she wanted to check him out again tomorrow, she left the room, heading towards Tristian's room.
She knocked softly on his door and heard a faint greeting. With a deep breath she opened the door, stepping in to darkness. His room was pitch black. The curtains were pulled back tightly, blocking all traces of light. The lights in his room were off and only a few faint candles lit the way making it eerie.
Jean stepped forward cautiously, she could see a figure sitting on the edge of the bed, back towards her. "Tristian," she spoke carefully.
He said nothing, didn't even budge, just stayed hunched over.
She came closer, coming to the edge of the bed. She sat down slowly, reaching her hand out to him. "Tristian…are you okay?"
A shuddered sigh was his only reply, his face turned away from her. She took a chance and scooted closer, sitting next to him with four inches of space in-between them. Craning her neck, she got a peek of what he was looking at. It was a picture, a young girl with long red hair and piercing eyes, breath taking to look at.
"She's very beautiful," Jean spoke softly.
"Yeah," Tristian nodded. She could hear the quiver in his voice as he spoke, his eyes were red, he'd been crying. "She was."
Jean's mouth opened in understanding, that was Bonnie. His lost love. "Tristian, talk to me…please."
He closed his eyes, hanging his head low. "Where do I even start Jean?"
"Wherever you like?" she told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know what to say, Jean," he told her, turning to look at her. His eyes were the color of rain clouds, stormy and gray and actually moving around, turning in a graceful manner. "Bobby was my fault."
"No," she shook her head.
"It was an accident, Jean. Don't give me that shit," he threatened, taking a deep breath. "I didn't warn John, I didn't stop it sooner than I should have…history is repeating itself because wherever I go it follows…they follow."
He took a deep breath and Jean stated silent. She found it was the smartest thing she could do, let him vent it all out on his own.
"She was the best thing that ever happened to me, he smiled at the picture in his hands. "I had a horrible childhood. Beaten…abused…discarded for what I was. I ran away when I was fifteen to get away from it all. I lived in a shelter for a few years, eventually graduated high school and lived through it. Then I started working. I had a job and an apartment and lived on my own. But life still sucked because I was alone…I had no friends, no family, nothing," he smiled to himself. "That all changed soon because I met Bonnie
"I was coming out of my apartment and she was coming to visit a friend and we bumped into each other, literally. It's one of those corny scene you see in a movie. And it was love at first sight. I saw more and more of her after that until we were eventually going out. She was a mutant too," he told her, letting Jean see the picture more. "She could generate electricity, but like any good mutant she never used it for anything. She lived her life like a normal person. We bought a house and moved in with each other in this quite little place away from the city where the stars were bright and perfect, she loved the stars. But her job in the law firm was still in the city.
"I visited her at her job when I wasn't busy with my own," he began playing with emerald on his necklace. "That was when I met her boss, Emma Frost. She'd taken over when her sister died I was told. Very attractive woman. Perfect skin, perfect blonde hair that women die to get from a bottle, and eyes so blue they take your breath away. She could make any head turn. Men wanted her and women wanted to be her. She knew I was a mutant and I knew she was too. She's a mind reader, pretty strong, but she sensed it off me and wondered what I could do. I never told her I was a Trimutant. No one knew but Bonnie and Bonnie was good at blocking her boss out. But I started to like Emma, I trusted her, not with my secret, but enough to quit my job and do some things for her. Besides I was closer to Bonnie that way."
He paused taking a deep breath. "That's about two years time period right there. I proposed to Bonnie a while after that, bought her a ring and this necklace," he twisted it on the chain. "She bought me this ring afterward. Said I needed an engagement band too," he chuckled showing her the ring on his right hand. It was made of white gold with a sapphire stud put in it.
"What happened Tristian?" Jean asked.
His eyes clouded over and there was so much pain in his face she felt her heart tear for him. He licked his lips in a quick motion, glancing at her picture. "Frost was having problems with this other group of rowdy mutants who refused to back down. She said it was my last assignment since I was quitting with Bonnie after that. Emma had been mad about it to begin with when I told her, but she suggested I take this case. And I did. I made sure they left Emma alone without using violence since there were about twenty of them in all. And they backed down…but it went wrong, they were angry," he took a shaky breath. "They sent a mutant after her…after Bonnie to get back at me. It killed her…sucked the life out of her and warped her DNA strand…I couldn't heal it…I tried but I couldn't. She died in my arms, with me holding her."
Tears were streaming down Tristian's cheeks and he was unconsciously rocking himself back and forth. Jean, too, felt the tears fall from her own eyes as she listened. "I couldn't even save her, she died…part of me died with her. I found out from Emma what that thing was. It was called Emplate, it fed off of mutants, killed them painfully. I lost it. Completely. I went after all of them…every single one and I killed them all, but not before I killed each of their families…it was a blood bath…I didn't care though. I wanted them to feel what I felt, to be left with nothing before I killed them. So many died after Bonnie because of me and I could only smile while I did it.
"I went back to Emma when it was done. I continued to work for her for awhile…but then I found out her plans. She knew what I was…and she wanted it. Emma always wanted nothing but complete power. She killed her sister for it, she'd kill anyone for it. She wanted me because I was a Trimutant, meaning complete and raw power, complete control. She tried to get it by enticing me at first, trying to get me to be with her. But I wasn't like most men, my love was dead and I wanted no other. Her next plan, which I found in her office on her computer by a feeling, was to take it."
"Take it?" Jean frowned.
He nodded, "Blood, Jean. You feel it in your blood when I use my powers, I know you do. I've seen your face. She wanted my blood, the source of my power. Wanted it all to herself. I killed a few of her mutants, running from that place. That was when I made a wrong move, ended up in the basement," another shuddering breath and his eyes glistened with the threat of rain. "I saw it, the creature she had locked up in the dark. It was huge, ugly and exactly as I remembered it. It was Emplate, tat thing that killed Bonnie belonged to Emma Frost…she had Bonnie killed for her own benefit…because of me. I left, I disappeared and I never went back."
He buried his face in his hands. "Bonnie died because of me. I couldn't save her and I killed so many innocent people…it's why I never wanted to know you, Jean. I don't want you to suffer the same as everyone else in my path."
She put her arms around him. "It's okay." She held him tight. "This is Emma's fault, Tristian. Not yours. Emma killed Bonnie and all those mutants and people. She set you up to kill, it's not your fault."
"I don't want this to happen to you, or anyone," he cried, shaking his head.
She pulled him back, lying on the bed with him, holding him still. She wiped the tears from his eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, Trist. I promise. I'll help you through this the way you helped me…I was lost in the dark so long before you came, Tristian. I couldn't find my way out. But then I saw you and there was suddenly a bright light that fought off all the darkness I felt. All because I met you. I'd still be there if not for you."
Tristian smiled, getting more comfortable on the bed, Jean lay right next to him. "I'm glad I've done some good then."
She touched his face gently, "You've done a lot of good. For Rogue…for Bobby…for John," her finger traced his jaw line and she gazed into his blue eyes. "For me."
He fought the shiver of desire that rushed through him. If he didn't move, didn't break his eyes from hers, things were going to change and he'd be unable to stop anything no matter how powerful he was. But he couldn't. He couldn't look away from her, he wanted this as much as she did and desire overpowered logic. Love overpowered fear.
Ever so slowly she moved closer. Their breath mingling, Jean parted her lips slightly and paused when Tristian moved back a little, eyes downcast.
"We can't do this, Jean," he whispered. "We can't."
"I know…but why do I want to? Why can't I get you out of my head?" she asked quietly.
"The same reason I can't get you out of mine," he looked into her eyes. "We connect too much. Closer than anyone else."
She nodded, taking a deep breath, trying to clear her senses from the one thing she wanted. "You're right, we can't," she yawned, feeling suddenly tired. She laid her head down next to him, head snuggling into his shoulder. His arm went around her automatically, pulling her body next to his, her warmth cascading around him, warming him more than a blanket ever could.
"Will I ever figure this out?" she asked him, closing her eyes.
He sighed, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah, you will."
"Will you help me?"
Tristian fought the tension in his body, she'd feel it if he did. He thought about it, about what that would mean. She didn't know the method of the answer yet and right now he figured she was too tired to hear it.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and willed his pulse to steady. "Only if you want me too."
"I do," she mumbled and he closed his eyes, not sure if he could. A minute later she was sound asleep in his arms. Tristian reached for his picture of Bonnie and glanced at the red headed angel once more before reaching behind him and settling it on the nightstand. What would Bonnie think about him helping Jean with the answer? What would Bonnie think about any of it?
Tristian shut his eyes, too tired to think of anything but sleep at the moment. A few minutes later he was sound asleep, Jean right next to him. Completely unaware that they had been watched for the last ten minutes.
The door to his room shut all the way and Logan walked down the hall to his room casually, a frown on his face as he thought over what he just saw.
OoOoOOo What can possibly happen? Lol, Chapter 30 coming Soon!!