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Sleep Well
Title: Sleep Well
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men/Generation X
Character/Pairing: Sean/Emma, teen!Jean
Rating: PG-13/T
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writerverse: Drowning and Emerald (If you join, tell them Kat Lee of Team Poetry sent YOU!)
Warning(s): Slight Spoilers
Word Count: 449
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Every time she shuts her eyes, she still sees him. She speaks to no one of her disappointments and tries every trick in the book to help herself stay awake, but still, her body is only mortal. There are times when she must sleep, but she dreads them. She dreads them for she knows what's going to happen. Every one of her disappointments -- from the first students she lost right down to the part she played in Charles Xavier's death -- is going to come back to haunt her. He is always the worst, and yet the world around her seems to have forgotten him.
As she lays still tonight, too fatigued to scarcely move, she senses a mind within her own. She starts to bring down her walls, but a quiet voice pleas with her, Don't. Let me help. Please.
She smirks. Jean Grey wants to help her. It's an hilarious thought, but then this Jean isn't the one with whom she long ago grew accustomed to fighting. This Jean is a better Jean, a purer Jean, a Jean she might actually dare to trust. After all, the girl's not spoken a word of what she saw in her mind the first time their brains touched.
She lays still, and for the first time in her life, lets some one in willingly. She can read the teenager's mind as well as she can her own, but there's nothing there to make her angry or make her doubt her. There's no judgement within her mind, and that realization startles Emma. The girl doesn't judge her nor does she pity her, even when she learns that the Hellions and Everett were all killed to get to her.
She feels true sorrow for her losses but not pity. In fact, Emma can read it plainly in her thoughts: She's too strong a woman for Jean to pity her. She's too strong a woman to have to endure all this pain. But she's not too strong, and not too proud, to ask for help when she needs it.
Thank you, she mentally whispers, awed by everything she senses in the younger woman's mind.
Thank you, she answers. For trusting me. For letting me in. The other words go unspoken between them, but they are felt clearly and strongly. Sleep well.
And as she slips out of her mind as quietly and unobtrusively as she entered the second time, and Emma's eyes close again, she knows she will. For the first time since she lost Generation X, she will not drown in emerald eyes. She will not drown in the love she still holds for Sean Cassidy. She will only sleep well.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men/Generation X
Character/Pairing: Sean/Emma, teen!Jean
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge:
writerverse: Drowning and Emerald (If you join, tell them Kat Lee of Team Poetry sent YOU!)Warning(s): Slight Spoilers
Word Count: 449
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Every time she shuts her eyes, she still sees him. She speaks to no one of her disappointments and tries every trick in the book to help herself stay awake, but still, her body is only mortal. There are times when she must sleep, but she dreads them. She dreads them for she knows what's going to happen. Every one of her disappointments -- from the first students she lost right down to the part she played in Charles Xavier's death -- is going to come back to haunt her. He is always the worst, and yet the world around her seems to have forgotten him.
As she lays still tonight, too fatigued to scarcely move, she senses a mind within her own. She starts to bring down her walls, but a quiet voice pleas with her, Don't. Let me help. Please.
She smirks. Jean Grey wants to help her. It's an hilarious thought, but then this Jean isn't the one with whom she long ago grew accustomed to fighting. This Jean is a better Jean, a purer Jean, a Jean she might actually dare to trust. After all, the girl's not spoken a word of what she saw in her mind the first time their brains touched.
She lays still, and for the first time in her life, lets some one in willingly. She can read the teenager's mind as well as she can her own, but there's nothing there to make her angry or make her doubt her. There's no judgement within her mind, and that realization startles Emma. The girl doesn't judge her nor does she pity her, even when she learns that the Hellions and Everett were all killed to get to her.
She feels true sorrow for her losses but not pity. In fact, Emma can read it plainly in her thoughts: She's too strong a woman for Jean to pity her. She's too strong a woman to have to endure all this pain. But she's not too strong, and not too proud, to ask for help when she needs it.
Thank you, she mentally whispers, awed by everything she senses in the younger woman's mind.
Thank you, she answers. For trusting me. For letting me in. The other words go unspoken between them, but they are felt clearly and strongly. Sleep well.
And as she slips out of her mind as quietly and unobtrusively as she entered the second time, and Emma's eyes close again, she knows she will. For the first time since she lost Generation X, she will not drown in emerald eyes. She will not drown in the love she still holds for Sean Cassidy. She will only sleep well.
The End