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Date: Fall 2015
Characters: Jamie Madrox, Kirin Yi, James Madrox
Summary: Jamie meets someone he doesn't expect. Himself.
Status: Complete
Private
The sound of his footsteps crunching on the gravel echoed loudly in his ears, bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way down the familiar road. The ride he'd hitched had taken him only as far as town, but he didn't mind walking. Had done a lot of it over the years. He just hoped he'd make it to the farm by dark, otherwise find the place would be a pain in the ass.
Hard gray eyes scanned the landscape, hazy through the smoke rising from his cigarette. James sighed, flicking the ash from the end before taking another long drag. Place never changed. He remembered now why he'd hated it so much.
But home was home and fuck, when you were at the end of your rope, it always seemed like the best place to turn.
Unless, he thought, pausing at the end of the driveway, some asshole thought he could waltz in and take it from you. James tossed his cigarette to the dirt in anger as he took in the lights in the window of the old farmhouse, pulling his gun from his belt and cocking it.
This was his home, dammit, and whoever they were would have hell to pay if they didn't clear out.
Characters: Jamie Madrox, Kirin Yi, James Madrox
Summary: Jamie meets someone he doesn't expect. Himself.
Status: Complete
Private
The sound of his footsteps crunching on the gravel echoed loudly in his ears, bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way down the familiar road. The ride he'd hitched had taken him only as far as town, but he didn't mind walking. Had done a lot of it over the years. He just hoped he'd make it to the farm by dark, otherwise find the place would be a pain in the ass.
Hard gray eyes scanned the landscape, hazy through the smoke rising from his cigarette. James sighed, flicking the ash from the end before taking another long drag. Place never changed. He remembered now why he'd hated it so much.
But home was home and fuck, when you were at the end of your rope, it always seemed like the best place to turn.
Unless, he thought, pausing at the end of the driveway, some asshole thought he could waltz in and take it from you. James tossed his cigarette to the dirt in anger as he took in the lights in the window of the old farmhouse, pulling his gun from his belt and cocking it.
This was his home, dammit, and whoever they were would have hell to pay if they didn't clear out.