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Grief
Dec 21, 2003 19:31:31 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 21, 2003 19:31:31 GMT -4
Christine stirred ever so slightly and looked up at Guido through half closed eyes. Tears continued to spill down her cheeks.
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Grief
Dec 21, 2003 20:25:26 GMT -4
Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 21, 2003 20:25:26 GMT -4
Guido smiled faintly at her. "Heya, kiddo. Let's getcha outta tha rain."
He gently removed her from Scott's arms, who only briefly resisted. Guido set out for the girls' dormitory with Scott trailing behind, quietly making their way through the halls and gently laying her in bed.
He knelt by her side, and was silent for a moment. He listened to the rain patter on the windows, the gentle rumble of thunder.
"I gotta tell ya somethin' Chris. It ain't easy for me ta say, and won't be easy ta hear. It's my fault Logan's gone. Mine."
He could see Scott bristle out of the corner of his eye, but he held up a hand.
"Lemme finish, and that'll be tha last of me, sport. Logan gave up his life ta save mine. I know that's not what ya wanna hear, but that's what happened. 'Cause he was so brave, I'm here instead of him. I don't think it's fair, either. All I can say is, I'm sorry. From tha bottom of my heart. You've been so good ta me, and all I've done is hurt ya in the worst way."
He tried to think of something else to add, but his voice began to crack.
"Sorry, Chris."
Turning around hurredly, he fled the room.
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Grief
Dec 21, 2003 20:33:16 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 21, 2003 20:33:16 GMT -4
Christine had been about to say something before he left but the words failed her and she just broke into tears again.
"...Daddy.... Why? You promised me you'd come home!" she whimpered, burying her face in her pillow.
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Grief
Dec 21, 2003 20:39:38 GMT -4
Post by cyclops on Dec 21, 2003 20:39:38 GMT -4
Scott pulled a chair up next to her bed. Pulling off her shoes and damp socks, he drew up her blanket over her shivering shoulders and held her for a long time.
When her sniffling had subsided a bit, he asked, "Who was that? How did he know Logan?"
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Grief
Dec 21, 2003 20:48:38 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 21, 2003 20:48:38 GMT -4
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 15:40:50 GMT -4
Post by cyclops on Dec 24, 2003 15:40:50 GMT -4
Scott smiled slightly at the memory.
"Well, I had a lot less control then. And you have to admit, Logan doesn't always come across as the friendliest of people."
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 15:43:03 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 15:43:03 GMT -4
"True," she said smiling. "I remember tearing apart that obnoxious pinafore apart to bandage your eyes so you didn't zap us," she laughed softly.
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 15:52:07 GMT -4
Post by cyclops on Dec 24, 2003 15:52:07 GMT -4
Scott chuckled.
"No big loss. You didn't like it anyway."
His smile faded, and he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.
"I'm sorry I disappeared, and left you in a difficult time. I wish I could remember what happened."
He paused, and considered carefully his next words.
"Christine," he said finally. "I've got something to tell you, that may sound a little crazy. It might be the last thing you want to hear right now, but I think it might be important."
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 15:55:20 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 15:55:20 GMT -4
"Go ahead, big brother," she said softly. "It can't be any worse then what's going on." She looked up at him. "You're not proposing to Jean, are you?" She made a small face at that thought.
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 16:03:14 GMT -4
Post by cyclops on Dec 24, 2003 16:03:14 GMT -4
"What?" Scott stammered, taken aback. "I, uh, not that I don't, uh, er, I mean..."
He took a moment to compose himself. He was relieved to see her dark eyes sparkling with silent amusement at his sudden discomfort.
At least I made her feel a little better.
"No, I'm not proposing to Jean. We're, uh, not quite at that...I mean...No. I'm not proposing to Jean."
He cleared his throat.
"Sometimes, usually late at night, I remember things. Bits and pieces mostly. A face here, a room there. I think they're from wherever I was held for the past week. I can never remember anything in detail, but all this is giving me a gut feeling for some reason."
He stopped, sighed, and looked Christine in the eye.
"I know this will sound crazy. But I don't think Logan is dead. I think he's being held by the same people who held me. I don't know why, I don't know how, but that's the feeling I get."
He blew out a deep breath, and waited for Christine's response.
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 16:16:09 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 16:16:09 GMT -4
Christine giggled softly at his reaction to her comment about his "engagement". She sobered when she heard his comment. "Maybe... sounds likely..."
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 16:21:55 GMT -4
Post by cyclops on Dec 24, 2003 16:21:55 GMT -4
Scott shook his head. "I wish I had more to go on than just a gut feeling. But I'm telling you, we haven't seen the last of Logan."
He smiled as he saw a faint glimmer of hope return to her eyes.
"Get some rest, now. I'll talk to Hank and Ororo about this, maybe they can help me make sense of it."
He pulled her blanket around her shoulders, and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight."
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 16:25:22 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 16:25:22 GMT -4
Christine smiled slightly and curled up into a ball - eager to get some sleep. "Goodnight, big brother," she whispered, and kissed his cheek. "I love you, big brother."
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 16:29:15 GMT -4
Post by cyclops on Dec 24, 2003 16:29:15 GMT -4
"I love you too. Goodnight."
He switched off her light and shut the door behind him.
Now to find Hank and make some sense of this...
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Grief
Dec 24, 2003 17:33:35 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 17:33:35 GMT -4
Christine curled up into a tight ball and drifted off to a pleasant sleep. She felt safer knowing her "brother" was here.
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