Yesterday
Fandom: X-Men movie verse
Paring: Scott/Logan
Rating: MA?
Status: New, Complete
Archive: If you ask nicely :)
Series/Sequel: Follow up to "Never Fall in Love"
Disclaimers: They aren't mine. You know that. I'm just borrowing them.
Thanks:Erika. Above all, my lovely friend Erika, who inspired this,
read it, put up with me whininh about my writer's block and let me
read her work when she wouldn't let others read it. I can never thank
her enough.
Summary:The repercussions of a traitor's actions.
Warnings:Slash themes.
It was so simple. For some of us anyway. You walked in, a whirlwind, a maelstrom of action and emotion, an out pouring of primal need, and then, as suddenly as you came, you went.
They all think they'll miss you the most. They don't know what you are, what you did, what a cruel, callous and unfeeling bastard you are.
They all see you as the strong, silent type. You weren't so silent when you with me, alone, slamming me into the wall, panting your need in my ear as your cock was in me.
You told me, the first night you were there, what a beautiful mouth I had, how beautiful I was.
Goddamn, I fell for it, as well. I fell for every lie and every twisted praise.
God I'm a fool. I fell for it.
I fell for you.
I never realised what it was. I thought there could be something between us, was something between us. I thought that we could be something, something meaningful, that lasted out of the bedroom and into the halls, beyond the few weeks that you were needed here.
When you nearly died, I thought I would die too. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, all I could think of was how I had let you down.
I cried. I never let anyone know, never moved when anyone else was around, but when they left, I couldn't stop my tears rolling, falling onto your skin.
What do you look like? What colour is that thick hair, that intense gaze? I imagine your eyes are brown, like wood, like the nature you come from and belong in.
Listen to me, still the love struck fool, despite everything you've done. You killed me a thousand times over, and I still love you.
How stupid is that? Guess the brain damage runs deeper than we thought.
When I cried, for the first time since I gained my eyes, I wondered what colour those tears were. Were they the blood red they looked, or were they as clear as crystal, like everyone else's?
Then, you woke up, and everything was going to be fine. You loved me, I loved you, we could stay together, here, and I wouldn't have to live without you anymore.
But that wasn't how it went, was it? You never loved me, even when you looked at me with those so sad eyes and told me that it was over. You sneered at me and laughed, laughed at my anger, laughed at the devastation you did to my heart with those spiteful words.
I didn't cry, not in front of you, but I got right royally wasted that night. I didn't want to live anymore, not now that my dreams had been ripped away from me again.
You destroyed me amazingly well.
And I still love you.
How pathetic is that?
And all I can think, is that in taking my bike, the only other thing I cherished so much, you were trying to do one of two things.
Take away everything I had had and might have in the future, or.
You were telling me to follow.
Goddamn fool that I am.
The End