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29 July 2006 @ 04:36 pm
Fighting the Nightmares  
The day had been long and horrendously exhausting, but as I leaned against Peter, with his arm around me, the headache that had been pounding through my head seemed to recede a bit. I wasn't sure if it was a result of his closeness or the double dose of aspirin or both, but either way I was glad for the relief.

"Are you doing ok?" he asked me.

I nodded and tried to work up a tired smile for him. "I'm fine," I told him. I thought back to my fight with Emma and was forced to realize how much it had taken out of me. She'd thrown me onto an emotional roller coaster, and after the battle at Genosha it was really the last thing I'd needed. "Just...a little tired," I admitted.

"Can I fix you something to eat?"

He looked so worried that I had to laugh a little, and put a hand on his face to soothe him. He really is the sweetest man. I've seen him smash through buildings and take down countless supervillains. He's been through death and torture and who knows what else, but none of it changes who he really is deep down.

Thank God.

"Nah, I'm not hungry," I repled. "Really," I added firmly, not sure he believed me. I guess he did, because he changed the subject.

"Scott has invited Rogue to be on team again," he said in a low voice.

"For real?" I raised my eyebrows and looked over at the woman we were talking about, who was currently engaged in conversation with Scott. "Good. That's good. I think that will help all of us."

I eyed the table in the corner, zeroing in on one of the chairs. Sleep was the foremost thing on my mind, but I wanted to talk to Peter a little more to erase the ugliness of the day. The last thing I needed was more nightmares.

"You know, you're right. I should eat something," I said, turning to him. "But I seriously need to sit down before I drop. Will you fix me something?"

((Open to Peter))
 
 
Current Location: Xavier Institute, kitchen
Current Mood: exhaustedexhausted
 
 
 
thelastrasputin on August 5th, 2006 04:18 pm (UTC)
She was asleep before I reached her room. She felt so good in my arms. I wished I could have stayed like that. I wish I could have stayed with her, but I could not. We hadn't established that sort of relationship again, not yet anyway. The main barrier was me. I was having some difficulty with closeness, with accepting that I really was back. She seemed to want me back in her life, but two years is a long time. I wouldn't expect it to just be treated as though no time had passed. I would not want to rush anything, but now I fear I may have gone too slow. None of those worries matter when she is in my arms. I am glad she fell asleep, as there is no uncertainty while she is sleeping, no insecurity or awkwardness.

I laid her down onto her bed, and I missed her closeness immediately. I covered her lightly with a blanket. I did not want to wake her. The lightest of kisses on her forehead. I can do that as she is asleep. I wished sweet dreams upon her, or at least a quiet and restful sleep. Tomorrow we would see how the world had changed.