Hi! Well just so that everyone knows I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS just the plot. I hope I've caught people's interest with this story. I also hope you enjoy it. Please Read and Review! Please!!! Anyway here you go part two to…
~ Memories Lost and Found ~ Part Due
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The tall lonely figure walked over to the balcony, his brown hair swaying in the breeze. His red glasses catching the rays of sunlight. As he stared out into the distance he saw his former wife being embraced by the arms of another man. He felt a pain in his chest and turned back inside. After so many years, he still wasn't used to the fact that the women he loved, with all his heart was lost to him. He understood the circumstances as to why she had turned to the other man. But when he returned she had chosen to remain by the others side. That's what hurt.
He would have and did give his life for her. He tried his damnest to return to her sooner, only to find her in the arms of someone new. The fact that she moved on so quickly was what to this day killed him. He had loved her. He still loved her. Unlike her he wasn't able to move on with his life. Sure after so many years he acted indifferent to their relationship. But deep down it hurt.
The man walked out of his room and headed to the study. Today was an important day at the mansion. And the man had to double check the guest list for the Professor, who would arrive later in the day from another conference in Genosha. The fundraiser was being held at the mansion this time. Even though the man wasn't to fond of the idea, having people snoop through his home wasn't what he called a party. But he understood why it was being held there. The guest would be able to see where there money was being put and to what cause. Amazingly the guest invited had all R.S.V.P ed. He really hadn't thought they would, do to the fact they didn't even know where it was being held.
Three hours later and some minor changes the man left the study and headed back to his room for a shower and a nap. It was now 5:30 in about three hours the guest would begin to arrive. And he being one of the first students needed to be ready by 7:00. But not before resting. He knew what a circus nights like these became. He had to be wide-awake and ready for anything. He turned on the water in the shower and took a warm bath with closed eyes. After about thirty minuets he turned off the shower. He rested his head against the wall and reaching he took his glasses off the soap dish and placed them back in his face. With a white terry towel wrapped around his waste he lay on his bed and closed his eyes.
So many things had changed in the last eight years. He had lost his wife, been in the brotherhood lost unborn children because of the lost of his wife. Tears streamed down the man's face. Tears for those that had died or passed away because of his disappearance. He missed the late night conversations with his son Nathan, he missed his daughter, and he missed the political talks he had with Colossus. After many years of denial, he allowed himself to think of his greatest failure yet. He thought of Jubilee's death.
If only the Professor had informed him of his decision to close the Massachusetts school. He would have, even though he had been in the Brotherhood, found a way to look out for her. But even after he was told when he returned he had thought Logan would see to her safety. After all she had been his ward. Unknown to them all none had taken part to seeing if she was all right in California. Everyone assuming the other was taking or at least looking out for her. Not until that phone call Jono had received from Angelo telling him of her death, did they all realize their folly.
Sleep finally reached the man, after horrid memories and a tear stained face. Soon he was dreaming of claws, lasers, fireworks, and red heads.
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Please Review! But Please don't burn me. I have sensitive skin and well I ran out of Marshmellows : )
~ Memories Lost and Found ~ Part Due
:) :) :)
The tall lonely figure walked over to the balcony, his brown hair swaying in the breeze. His red glasses catching the rays of sunlight. As he stared out into the distance he saw his former wife being embraced by the arms of another man. He felt a pain in his chest and turned back inside. After so many years, he still wasn't used to the fact that the women he loved, with all his heart was lost to him. He understood the circumstances as to why she had turned to the other man. But when he returned she had chosen to remain by the others side. That's what hurt.
He would have and did give his life for her. He tried his damnest to return to her sooner, only to find her in the arms of someone new. The fact that she moved on so quickly was what to this day killed him. He had loved her. He still loved her. Unlike her he wasn't able to move on with his life. Sure after so many years he acted indifferent to their relationship. But deep down it hurt.
The man walked out of his room and headed to the study. Today was an important day at the mansion. And the man had to double check the guest list for the Professor, who would arrive later in the day from another conference in Genosha. The fundraiser was being held at the mansion this time. Even though the man wasn't to fond of the idea, having people snoop through his home wasn't what he called a party. But he understood why it was being held there. The guest would be able to see where there money was being put and to what cause. Amazingly the guest invited had all R.S.V.P ed. He really hadn't thought they would, do to the fact they didn't even know where it was being held.
Three hours later and some minor changes the man left the study and headed back to his room for a shower and a nap. It was now 5:30 in about three hours the guest would begin to arrive. And he being one of the first students needed to be ready by 7:00. But not before resting. He knew what a circus nights like these became. He had to be wide-awake and ready for anything. He turned on the water in the shower and took a warm bath with closed eyes. After about thirty minuets he turned off the shower. He rested his head against the wall and reaching he took his glasses off the soap dish and placed them back in his face. With a white terry towel wrapped around his waste he lay on his bed and closed his eyes.
So many things had changed in the last eight years. He had lost his wife, been in the brotherhood lost unborn children because of the lost of his wife. Tears streamed down the man's face. Tears for those that had died or passed away because of his disappearance. He missed the late night conversations with his son Nathan, he missed his daughter, and he missed the political talks he had with Colossus. After many years of denial, he allowed himself to think of his greatest failure yet. He thought of Jubilee's death.
If only the Professor had informed him of his decision to close the Massachusetts school. He would have, even though he had been in the Brotherhood, found a way to look out for her. But even after he was told when he returned he had thought Logan would see to her safety. After all she had been his ward. Unknown to them all none had taken part to seeing if she was all right in California. Everyone assuming the other was taking or at least looking out for her. Not until that phone call Jono had received from Angelo telling him of her death, did they all realize their folly.
Sleep finally reached the man, after horrid memories and a tear stained face. Soon he was dreaming of claws, lasers, fireworks, and red heads.
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Please Review! But Please don't burn me. I have sensitive skin and well I ran out of Marshmellows : )