![]() WhisperA Chapter by Tristyn![]() X-men fanfic. Written 2006.![]() Author’s
Notes: ~*~ Blah blah blah ~*~ is flashback | Blah blah blah | is
thoughts, and (BLAH BLAH) is person who the section is focusing on. Jean’s gone, but Scott’s over her, cos she
almost killed him. She drained him and then left him on the beach. But now he
can turn his eyes on and off, and he has greater accuracyThe professor is
alive, but he won’t appear much in this story, b’cos he’s getting used to his
new body. And all the other students are there. Oh yeah, and I’m also an
aussie, so if I suddenly lapse into metric, that’s either cos I don’t realize I
have, or cos I don’t know what the ‘American’ thingys are. :D -----------------------------------------------------------------------
( She was in the middle of their bedroom
screaming at him to get out. He hadn’t noticed just how testy she was lately. After
the cure, she’d seemed so happy, but when she realized her mutation was coming
back, she started to get moody. Now, she’d touched him one night while they
were making love.
|He
wondered when he’d gotten so p***y-whipped. Making love? The Wolverine did not
make love. But then, he hadn’t been the Wolverine for years now. He smiled
sadly. His girl had seen to that.|
He still had no idea what she had seen when
she had ‘read’ his thoughts and feelings, but whatever it was, it must have
disturbed her immensely. When he said as much, she picked up the lamp from the
bedside table and threw it with all her strength at his head. He dodged it, but
then she was on him, and he retreated underneath a flurry of blows. She shoved
him once more, hard, then slammed the door in his face and locked it.
He could hear her slamming around the room,
banging the draws around and muttering curses at him. When the door opened, he
opened his mouth to apologize, but before he had a chance to speak, he was hit
in the face by his dark green duffel bag. She just looked at him, and almost
whispered; “Leave now. I never want to see you again.” There was no emotion in
her eyes, and she seemed to be in complete control of herself. She closed the
door, while he stared at the door, unseeing, uncomprehending.
How could his Marie kick him out so
unemotionally? He’d gone through such torment to get her, and now she was
telling him to leave as if he meant nothing to her? He listened intently, but
he could hear no sound from the other sound of the door. He walked downstairs,
as if in a daze, barely seeing where he was going. He could vaguely hear people
calling him, but he ignored the faint voices, continuing his trudge towards the
door.
A tall form stepped in front of him, breaking
his stupor, and forcing a growl from deep within his chest. He looked up into
the red visor of the man he had once hated. Scott held out a small object, and
“You need to leave. Not for her, but for your
own sanity. You have to run from this disorienting feeling that your world is
crashing down around you. Only, if you know that we are still here for you, you
have a hope of remembering this as your home. This is not a battleground, and
we will be waiting when you get
back.”
“Thank you all. You have been friends, and
even more, you have been my family. I’m honoured to have been allowed into your
lives, and I’m sorry that I have to leave you. Scott is right though, and I
have to leave, because if I stay, I will ruin something so special that even
angels dream of it. You have given me so much and asked so little in return.
One day, I will return, if only to say a final good bye before I die. ‘Thank
you’ can never fully express my gratitude, for words are nothing but the leaves
floating on the surface of communication, but know that I am eternally
grateful.” With that, he turned on his heel and left.
(JUBILEE) As the door closed on his heels, the
assembled mutants seemed to wake from a spell. The familiar whining voice of the resident
‘terror-in-a-yellow-jacket’ broke through the remaining fuzziness, and there
was a mad dash for the staircase. The only ones still standing there were Scott,
Jean, and Ororo. As Jubilee came closer, singing ‘La La’, Jean and ‘Ro
exchanged a glance, and beat a hasty retreat, leaving Scott standing alone in
the foyer with the trailing wisp of a “Bye!” in his ears. Jubilee walked in
alone, all ready to tease anyone still standing there " not that she expected
to see anyone. She had been there for
To her surprise, Scott was the only one still
standing there. She was going to toast his a*s! Jubilee sneaked up behind him,
cursing inside at every step of her squeaky heels. She tripped on the side of
her heel though, making her curse and hop around on one foot. The girl looked
up, about to make a joke and laugh off her clumsiness, when she realized he
hadn’t even noticed.
She took off her heels, and walked over to
face him. She looked him full in the face and literally rocked back as she saw
the hurt and pain. She couldn’t tell why
there was pain, but she knew that it must have had something to do with
For the second time that night, Scott felt
arms go around him, as Jubilee hugged him. She sniffled into his chest, wishing
he would go back to his normal self. Eventually, Jubilee sighed, as he just
stood there, staring at the door, not moving a muscle. She had never thought
that
But on the plus side, she got to hug Scott
Summers! He was the hottest teacher in the school, (besides Wolverine of
course)! Who wouldn’t want to hug him? She could feel him start to move, and
come back to life, and she knew she’d have to let go of him soon. She wasn’t
expecting him to put his arms around her, and hug her back, but she didn’t want
him to let go. © 2014 TristynAuthor's Note
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Added on May 13, 2014 Last Updated on May 13, 2014 Author![]() TristynSydney, NSW, AustraliaAboutI am an avid reader, and from the age of two, when I first started to read, I have been checking out of reality to take on all sorts of new adventures. I have been dabbling in writing for years, an.. more..Writing
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