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Fic: We're In This Together
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: I don't own these bitches. If I did, God knows I wouldn't be here, people. Just saying.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairing: None specified
Summary: "That girl's walking a fine line."
Cross-posted in here and xmmff
Walking on a fine line, they all say. That girl’s walking on a fine line, they all whisper, but none of them ever say exactly WHAT that line is called, or how fine it actually is. They never say anything at all, nothing useful. They talk and talk and speculate and run tests, and when it comes to back up the talk and the tests, they stand there, turn their noses to the air, and say, “We want co-existence.”
Co-existence? Fuck co-existence, co-existence doesn’t fucking EXIST. Marie doesn’t like to curse but John does, how John loves to fucking curse, loves the way words like fuck and cocksucker and cuntrag roll off his-no, not his tongue, hers. Loves the shocked reactions when he-no, not he, she says them. Gets more of a kick out of the looks because now it’s a little pretty girl saying it, not a sullen little boy who just doesn’t look…right.
Where was she? Co-existence. Yes. On paper it sounds peachy and fabulous, but actually acted out and it’s not so grand. That’s Jubilee talking, although her voice is much lower than the others. She ended up hugging Marie three seconds too long at graduation, but it had only went over the allotted its-okay-to-touch time two seconds. Hence why her voice was so soft.
What was she talking about? Yes, co-existence. It sounds great, but it doesn’t work. She should know, after all, she’s the textbook definition of co-existence’s failure. Just look into her mind and see the army she has stored away, and that is all the proof one needs for co-existence’s failure. Ah, there’s Erik again, speaking in that coldly logic way. Five years later and he’s still there, trying to gain command of the army. Still trying to take over her head. Ha. She laughs to herself. He has not done it. Not yet. Erik hasn’t taken over just yet.
She’s walking on a fine line, they say. They leave it unsaid that she’s going to fall off. They don’t say that she’s going to fall, and it’s going to be nasty. They don’t say shit, there goes John again, screaming and raging at his old teachers even though God knows after four years he should fucking be over it already, but really, they don’t, they just sit there with their noses in the air, fucking bitches, at least they can turn their powers OFF. Not like her. Wait. Is that Marie in there?
Just when she starts to ask herself that question she’s interrupted by a low growl and a craving for a cigar. Logan. A bunch of geeks, he told her once, but now he’s one of them and he doesn’t even know it. She wishes she could touch him and make it possible for him to see what he used to be. The Wolverine. The one who could take anyone out with a flick of his wrist.. The animal, the savage, the father bear who saved her life because she was HIS child. At one time, anyway. Now he just stands there and says she’s walking on a fine line. Just like the rest of them.
What line?! she wants to know. What fucking line is she supposedly so close to falling off of?
She doesn’t have to go very far for the answer. Just inside her head, like she does for everything else, and the answer is there, tucked inside the mouth of a pretty little blond girl with big blue eyes and a predatory smile.
Carol’s got all the answers.
Carol, Carol, Carol, her name is a mantra in Marie’s head, so strong and vibrant, and Goddamn, anything she touches is destroyed underneath her touch. Erik’s so jealous of Carol, because it’s blatantly obvious that Carol’s the commander of this army, and where the hell did her train of thought go? She can’t remember where she was going with this. This happens a lot. Especially with twelve people in your head, elbowing each other for more space.
What was she thinking of?
Did it have something to do with Carol? Or is she still thinking about co-existence? Fuck. John doesn’t remember either and doesn’t care to. He just wants to flick his lighter and scream.
A fine line indeed. She’s walking on a fine line. Apparently it’s an extremely fine line, because as each day passes the looks get worse. The whispers get softer. And then the day comes when they’re not just standing there anymore and babbling about peace and co-existence. They’ve got their arms around her and they’re dragging her away from everyone, from…Carol? Is that Carol lying on the floor? Why is she being dragged away from Carol?
It is only when she closes her eyes as they drag her away, and she hears Carol’s girlish laugh in her ears, that she realizes. Oops. She must have fallen off the line.
And wow, she’s REALLY fallen off because now she’s by herself, locked away in a room. Didn’t think confinement chambers were real, did you, Scarlett? Logan asks her. Erik nods and says he can assure her, they’re very, very real. John just laughs and says what did you expect, from THEM? Jubilee floats in and out of earspace, David’s shadow looms over her still, the guy from the bar she met Logan in, the one who grabbed her breasts and screamed like a girl when she ripped the glove off and touched him for four seconds, sneers at her and says muties like her always get what’s coming to her. Bobby’s there, but he’s faint, too, floating away in the space, his words a song but unfortunately, Marie doesn’t know the words to it.
And Carol? Carol flies high and strong, lips in a sultry pout, asking Marie if it was good for her. Because it’s sure as hell not as good for Carol, having to fly in the confines of Marie’s mind instead of the sky she was born for.
The headaches are the worst, Marie thinks. They’re running out of space, and they’re fighting her and trying to stretch her mind to limits her head can’t contort to. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could reach up and grab her head and try to pull it apart, but she can’t even do that. They bound her arms together, in a fucking strait-jacket (it’s their way of making themselves superior, fucking bitches, John says). She thinks she heard Dr. Grey say once that it was for her protection, because every time she pulls on her hair, she could rip out not only chunks, but her entire ponytail, but Marie’s not sure. She hears so much already it’s hard to hear the outside.
But it makes her smile. Sweet Carol, pretty baby making her presence known. Letting everyone know she’s still got it.
And really, it could be worse, they all tell her, falling off the line like she did. Sure, it sucks, locked away in a room with no metal, nothing to light on fire, nothing to freeze, not enough space to fly, not enough for fireworks, nothing to cut herself and watch the skin heal. But at least she’s not alone, they tell her. They elbow each other, but they all smile at her with their different smiles. Nope, she’s never alone. They’re all in it together now.
Co-existence indeed.
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: I don't own these bitches. If I did, God knows I wouldn't be here, people. Just saying.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairing: None specified
Summary: "That girl's walking a fine line."
Cross-posted in here and xmmff
Walking on a fine line, they all say. That girl’s walking on a fine line, they all whisper, but none of them ever say exactly WHAT that line is called, or how fine it actually is. They never say anything at all, nothing useful. They talk and talk and speculate and run tests, and when it comes to back up the talk and the tests, they stand there, turn their noses to the air, and say, “We want co-existence.”
Co-existence? Fuck co-existence, co-existence doesn’t fucking EXIST. Marie doesn’t like to curse but John does, how John loves to fucking curse, loves the way words like fuck and cocksucker and cuntrag roll off his-no, not his tongue, hers. Loves the shocked reactions when he-no, not he, she says them. Gets more of a kick out of the looks because now it’s a little pretty girl saying it, not a sullen little boy who just doesn’t look…right.
Where was she? Co-existence. Yes. On paper it sounds peachy and fabulous, but actually acted out and it’s not so grand. That’s Jubilee talking, although her voice is much lower than the others. She ended up hugging Marie three seconds too long at graduation, but it had only went over the allotted its-okay-to-touch time two seconds. Hence why her voice was so soft.
What was she talking about? Yes, co-existence. It sounds great, but it doesn’t work. She should know, after all, she’s the textbook definition of co-existence’s failure. Just look into her mind and see the army she has stored away, and that is all the proof one needs for co-existence’s failure. Ah, there’s Erik again, speaking in that coldly logic way. Five years later and he’s still there, trying to gain command of the army. Still trying to take over her head. Ha. She laughs to herself. He has not done it. Not yet. Erik hasn’t taken over just yet.
She’s walking on a fine line, they say. They leave it unsaid that she’s going to fall off. They don’t say that she’s going to fall, and it’s going to be nasty. They don’t say shit, there goes John again, screaming and raging at his old teachers even though God knows after four years he should fucking be over it already, but really, they don’t, they just sit there with their noses in the air, fucking bitches, at least they can turn their powers OFF. Not like her. Wait. Is that Marie in there?
Just when she starts to ask herself that question she’s interrupted by a low growl and a craving for a cigar. Logan. A bunch of geeks, he told her once, but now he’s one of them and he doesn’t even know it. She wishes she could touch him and make it possible for him to see what he used to be. The Wolverine. The one who could take anyone out with a flick of his wrist.. The animal, the savage, the father bear who saved her life because she was HIS child. At one time, anyway. Now he just stands there and says she’s walking on a fine line. Just like the rest of them.
What line?! she wants to know. What fucking line is she supposedly so close to falling off of?
She doesn’t have to go very far for the answer. Just inside her head, like she does for everything else, and the answer is there, tucked inside the mouth of a pretty little blond girl with big blue eyes and a predatory smile.
Carol’s got all the answers.
Carol, Carol, Carol, her name is a mantra in Marie’s head, so strong and vibrant, and Goddamn, anything she touches is destroyed underneath her touch. Erik’s so jealous of Carol, because it’s blatantly obvious that Carol’s the commander of this army, and where the hell did her train of thought go? She can’t remember where she was going with this. This happens a lot. Especially with twelve people in your head, elbowing each other for more space.
What was she thinking of?
Did it have something to do with Carol? Or is she still thinking about co-existence? Fuck. John doesn’t remember either and doesn’t care to. He just wants to flick his lighter and scream.
A fine line indeed. She’s walking on a fine line. Apparently it’s an extremely fine line, because as each day passes the looks get worse. The whispers get softer. And then the day comes when they’re not just standing there anymore and babbling about peace and co-existence. They’ve got their arms around her and they’re dragging her away from everyone, from…Carol? Is that Carol lying on the floor? Why is she being dragged away from Carol?
It is only when she closes her eyes as they drag her away, and she hears Carol’s girlish laugh in her ears, that she realizes. Oops. She must have fallen off the line.
And wow, she’s REALLY fallen off because now she’s by herself, locked away in a room. Didn’t think confinement chambers were real, did you, Scarlett? Logan asks her. Erik nods and says he can assure her, they’re very, very real. John just laughs and says what did you expect, from THEM? Jubilee floats in and out of earspace, David’s shadow looms over her still, the guy from the bar she met Logan in, the one who grabbed her breasts and screamed like a girl when she ripped the glove off and touched him for four seconds, sneers at her and says muties like her always get what’s coming to her. Bobby’s there, but he’s faint, too, floating away in the space, his words a song but unfortunately, Marie doesn’t know the words to it.
And Carol? Carol flies high and strong, lips in a sultry pout, asking Marie if it was good for her. Because it’s sure as hell not as good for Carol, having to fly in the confines of Marie’s mind instead of the sky she was born for.
The headaches are the worst, Marie thinks. They’re running out of space, and they’re fighting her and trying to stretch her mind to limits her head can’t contort to. It wouldn’t be so bad if she could reach up and grab her head and try to pull it apart, but she can’t even do that. They bound her arms together, in a fucking strait-jacket (it’s their way of making themselves superior, fucking bitches, John says). She thinks she heard Dr. Grey say once that it was for her protection, because every time she pulls on her hair, she could rip out not only chunks, but her entire ponytail, but Marie’s not sure. She hears so much already it’s hard to hear the outside.
But it makes her smile. Sweet Carol, pretty baby making her presence known. Letting everyone know she’s still got it.
And really, it could be worse, they all tell her, falling off the line like she did. Sure, it sucks, locked away in a room with no metal, nothing to light on fire, nothing to freeze, not enough space to fly, not enough for fireworks, nothing to cut herself and watch the skin heal. But at least she’s not alone, they tell her. They elbow each other, but they all smile at her with their different smiles. Nope, she’s never alone. They’re all in it together now.
Co-existence indeed.