Up Yours Internet Explorer
Man am I HTML retarded. One thing at a time I guess. At least installing Firefox fixed the copy/paste issue I had.
Anyway, here's my first fic. I wrote it after reading X-Factor #42ish? Women do not just turn into total bitches when they lose a child. It's an extremely traumatic event that they may never completely recover from. Siryn's acting more like Jamie dumped her or something on that scale. This fic is an attempt to give her a more reasonable reaction to such a devastating loss.
Title- Method in the Madness
Fandom- Marvel Comics: Siryn
Pairing- Deadpool/Siryn
Rating- PG-13
Genre- Angsty? At least she has a good reason.
Summary- Theresa has to cope with losing her child and being abandoned by Jamie.
Disclaimer- I don't own any copyrighted properties mentioned within. They belong to their copyright holders naturally.
Method in the Madness
Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned herein are the property of Marvel comics and I claim no right to them.
When she told Jamie she would kill him, she meant it.
So he left. Theresa didn't know if it was his idea or not. Her heart refused to care. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was she would never love Jamie Madrox again. Not after what he'd taken from her.
But the memories remained. The walls of X-Factor's headquarters closed in, echoing the plans and potential of yesterday back at her in mockery. Her friends' pitying glances and hushed voices clawed at her sanity. Staying there was a death sentence for her, Siryn knew that much.
So she left. Theresa left no note, no false reassurance or last testament. She had been raised too strong to consider suicide, but couldn't find a reason to live through the pain. That hellish limbo followed her through the city. A darkness urging her to just scream and scream and...
Siryn found herself in a bar and staring into a whisky glass, her mind torn. It was a choice for her as final and as terrible as a noose. She knew that if she started drinking again, this time she wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. A slow death was better than going berserk.
She swirled the liquid with a fingertip.
No one to stop her now. Professor Xavier had betrayed his own dream. Cable had abandoned his students and was now in a distant tomorrow. X-Force was scattered to the winds. And her father was...
She cradled the glass in her hands.
Dead. She could face that now. The pain of his death paled in comparison to her fresher loss. The first thing she'd do when she saw him again (God willing), was ask his forgiveness for denying his sacrifice and for being too weak to carry on his legacy. He would have wanted her to live. But when it was a choice between death and madness, what road would he have taken?
She raised the glass to her lips, cool as a pistol. The neon light reflected off the rim, bright as the edge of a sword.
Swords...
Madness...
...a madman...?
Green eyes widened. The glass stayed, frozen in her hand.
"I dwell in some very dark places..."
Theresa hadn't understood then, but she had seen that darkness now, felt it tearing at her, wanted to scream into it until it broke her mind completely. It was all around her and death was the only way she knew out of it. What she needed...was a guide. She had to talk to the man who lived in turmoil.
The glass clunked back onto the bar and Terry pulled out her cell phone. The number he'd given her two years ago was still under his name.
The phone rang for what felt like an eternity. She resisted the urge to pick the glass back up. It'll still be there if she can't reach him. Cold comfort.
Click.
"...my cellular, bananular phooone!"
"...."
"...Al, if that's you, you're blind not dumb, remember? Well let's face it, you are dumb, but not..."
She remembers what to say. Deliberately repeats her call from the insane asylum years ago.
"Wade...It's Theresa. I...need your help."
A quiet gasp of recognition. Deadpool is actually silent for a moment.
"...Anything for you gorgeous. I'll even give you a discount."
The same response. He remembers.
"Where are you?"
Anyway, here's my first fic. I wrote it after reading X-Factor #42ish? Women do not just turn into total bitches when they lose a child. It's an extremely traumatic event that they may never completely recover from. Siryn's acting more like Jamie dumped her or something on that scale. This fic is an attempt to give her a more reasonable reaction to such a devastating loss.
Title- Method in the Madness
Fandom- Marvel Comics: Siryn
Pairing- Deadpool/Siryn
Rating- PG-13
Genre- Angsty? At least she has a good reason.
Summary- Theresa has to cope with losing her child and being abandoned by Jamie.
Disclaimer- I don't own any copyrighted properties mentioned within. They belong to their copyright holders naturally.
Method in the Madness
Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned herein are the property of Marvel comics and I claim no right to them.
When she told Jamie she would kill him, she meant it.
So he left. Theresa didn't know if it was his idea or not. Her heart refused to care. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was she would never love Jamie Madrox again. Not after what he'd taken from her.
But the memories remained. The walls of X-Factor's headquarters closed in, echoing the plans and potential of yesterday back at her in mockery. Her friends' pitying glances and hushed voices clawed at her sanity. Staying there was a death sentence for her, Siryn knew that much.
So she left. Theresa left no note, no false reassurance or last testament. She had been raised too strong to consider suicide, but couldn't find a reason to live through the pain. That hellish limbo followed her through the city. A darkness urging her to just scream and scream and...
Siryn found herself in a bar and staring into a whisky glass, her mind torn. It was a choice for her as final and as terrible as a noose. She knew that if she started drinking again, this time she wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. A slow death was better than going berserk.
She swirled the liquid with a fingertip.
No one to stop her now. Professor Xavier had betrayed his own dream. Cable had abandoned his students and was now in a distant tomorrow. X-Force was scattered to the winds. And her father was...
She cradled the glass in her hands.
Dead. She could face that now. The pain of his death paled in comparison to her fresher loss. The first thing she'd do when she saw him again (God willing), was ask his forgiveness for denying his sacrifice and for being too weak to carry on his legacy. He would have wanted her to live. But when it was a choice between death and madness, what road would he have taken?
She raised the glass to her lips, cool as a pistol. The neon light reflected off the rim, bright as the edge of a sword.
Swords...
Madness...
...a madman...?
Green eyes widened. The glass stayed, frozen in her hand.
"I dwell in some very dark places..."
Theresa hadn't understood then, but she had seen that darkness now, felt it tearing at her, wanted to scream into it until it broke her mind completely. It was all around her and death was the only way she knew out of it. What she needed...was a guide. She had to talk to the man who lived in turmoil.
The glass clunked back onto the bar and Terry pulled out her cell phone. The number he'd given her two years ago was still under his name.
The phone rang for what felt like an eternity. She resisted the urge to pick the glass back up. It'll still be there if she can't reach him. Cold comfort.
Click.
"...my cellular, bananular phooone!"
"...."
"...Al, if that's you, you're blind not dumb, remember? Well let's face it, you are dumb, but not..."
She remembers what to say. Deliberately repeats her call from the insane asylum years ago.
"Wade...It's Theresa. I...need your help."
A quiet gasp of recognition. Deadpool is actually silent for a moment.
"...Anything for you gorgeous. I'll even give you a discount."
The same response. He remembers.
"Where are you?"