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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
Katherine "Kitty" Pryde: Free him by coming homeprydeofthexmen on August 1st, 2006 12:20 am (UTC)
"Miss Pryde, Do you need to be carried to your room?"

To know I could put a smile like that on his face, after all the horrors he's endured, made everything seem worth it. Everything we'd ever come across, and fought, and lost.

We'd both lost so much that it boggled my mind to think that we'd come full circle and still had each other.

It had been ages since he'd carried me in his arms. Ages since it had been possible, or necessary. I guess it wasn't necessary now, as I could phase through the ceiling, but I had the feeling that if I tried to walk I might not make it.

"Why, Sugah, I think I do," I said in a bad imitation of Rogue's perpetually flirtatous southern belle drawl. What can I say, we all have our talents. Foreign accents weren't one of mine. And the south was pretty foreign to Chicago.
thelastrasputin on August 2nd, 2006 04:11 am (UTC)
I move close to her and scoop her up in my arms. It's heaven to me. I cannot forget anything that has happened. It is sweeter to hold her with a sense of all that has gone on since the last time I was able to hold her. I can't recall when it could have been any more. There is some ancient muscle memory there. She weighs nothing to me. Holding her is effortless. We have almost nothing but the unspoken. Since I have been back, things have seemed strange between us. I think she understands that it isn't her. It isn't that my heart and my body don't ache for her. It is taking me some time to get to a point where I don't wake up trying to destroy my room. I am fearful of having her near me some times. There is a rage still that has yet to be released. I live in fear that it will be all consuming when it finally makes itself known.

She played along. My heart felt oddly light, and now I was holding her again. We were scarcely a day away from such horrors and betrayal, and I felt good. I felt like a man holding his girlfriend, sharing a playful moment. I let myself feel that way. There is very little mess in the kitchen, but I don't even look at it. " Kitchen will clean itself" I say, as I start to leave, and make my way to her room.
Katherine "Kitty" Pryde: Katyaprydeofthexmen on August 2nd, 2006 06:20 am (UTC)
You would think a man whose body can become plated with organic steel at a thought would be cold, but Peter is always so warm when he's in his own skin. I've often thought that he must have such a huge heart, both to contain all the emotion he holds and to keep that big body so warm. It comforted me as he cradled me against him, lifting me without the slightest bit of difficulty.

As he carried me out of the kitchen I let myself be lulled by the steady movement of being held by someone with a stride more than double my own. Sleep had been near all along, and it snuck up on me with its invisible grasp. As I drifted off in his arms, I had the thought that maybe, just maybe, that normal moment at the table and the lingerng warmth of his embrace would keep away the nightmares that had been given extra fuel by the battle with Danger and the Sentinels.
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.