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Watch The Stars Together
Title: Watch The Stars Together
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairing: Scott/Jean, Scott/Emma
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: ComicDrabbles #60: Till Death Do Us Part
Word Count: 500
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
His own friends called him a liar, a cheat, and a scumbag. He had faced death at Wolverine's claws for less than this too many times to remember, and yet he had gone from wanting Logan to find out and do what Jean deserved to thinking that he had no right to judge him. After all, it wasn't though he had ever been faithful, but Scott had.
He had stayed with the same woman for longer than he could even remember without checking the calendar. He had stayed true to her longer than their marriage vows declared; after all, when did "till death do us part" include as many times as they'd died? He'd been with her in the future, in the past, and through so many lifetimes that he couldn't keep them all straight. He had been a good husband.
He had been there for her through everything. He'd still loved her when she'd lost her powers, when they'd lost their children, when Xavier had turned evil, when she had tried to kill him. He'd truly thought he always would love her. It wasn't as if he'd asked for this. He never would've thought Emma would become what he wanted, what he needed, who he loved, but she had.
He stood alone on a hill after sending his wife back to her death. He stood alone, watched the stars, and wondered which of them might be her, simply not yet returned to him again. He wondered how long it would be before she came back from being dead this time. He shouldn't blame her for returning from death. How many men were lucky enough to have their dead wives return alive and still loving them?
But then, how many men buried their wives again and again only to find them coming back to them once more? How could he move on when he never knew when he might have Jean running back into his arms yet again? How could he be expected to remain always true to a ghost, to keep his entire life, heart, and very being devoted to one woman who seemed to never truly die and yet was taken from him so often?
And yet, as he felt Emma's approach, Scott lowered his head in shame. He had expected it of himself. He had expected himself to love his Jeannie forever, and perhaps a part of him always would. Maybe that same part would even always hate him for not being true to her until his final, dying breath.
Emma's hand slipped into his. He tried to say something, anything, to make this moment seem not quite so intense, but words failed him. How could he tell her he would love her forever when he hadn't loved the woman he'd believed to be his soul mate forever? How could he say anything in this moment that wouldn't lessen what would happen? But she didn't speak, and so neither did he. They simply watched the stars together.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Characters/Pairing: Scott/Jean, Scott/Emma
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: ComicDrabbles #60: Till Death Do Us Part
Word Count: 500
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
His own friends called him a liar, a cheat, and a scumbag. He had faced death at Wolverine's claws for less than this too many times to remember, and yet he had gone from wanting Logan to find out and do what Jean deserved to thinking that he had no right to judge him. After all, it wasn't though he had ever been faithful, but Scott had.
He had stayed with the same woman for longer than he could even remember without checking the calendar. He had stayed true to her longer than their marriage vows declared; after all, when did "till death do us part" include as many times as they'd died? He'd been with her in the future, in the past, and through so many lifetimes that he couldn't keep them all straight. He had been a good husband.
He had been there for her through everything. He'd still loved her when she'd lost her powers, when they'd lost their children, when Xavier had turned evil, when she had tried to kill him. He'd truly thought he always would love her. It wasn't as if he'd asked for this. He never would've thought Emma would become what he wanted, what he needed, who he loved, but she had.
He stood alone on a hill after sending his wife back to her death. He stood alone, watched the stars, and wondered which of them might be her, simply not yet returned to him again. He wondered how long it would be before she came back from being dead this time. He shouldn't blame her for returning from death. How many men were lucky enough to have their dead wives return alive and still loving them?
But then, how many men buried their wives again and again only to find them coming back to them once more? How could he move on when he never knew when he might have Jean running back into his arms yet again? How could he be expected to remain always true to a ghost, to keep his entire life, heart, and very being devoted to one woman who seemed to never truly die and yet was taken from him so often?
And yet, as he felt Emma's approach, Scott lowered his head in shame. He had expected it of himself. He had expected himself to love his Jeannie forever, and perhaps a part of him always would. Maybe that same part would even always hate him for not being true to her until his final, dying breath.
Emma's hand slipped into his. He tried to say something, anything, to make this moment seem not quite so intense, but words failed him. How could he tell her he would love her forever when he hadn't loved the woman he'd believed to be his soul mate forever? How could he say anything in this moment that wouldn't lessen what would happen? But she didn't speak, and so neither did he. They simply watched the stars together.
The End