When I woke up the next morning...
I just laid in bed, a weariness weighin' me down. I'd stayed up most of the night in the Danger Room, away from the others, processin' everything. I struggled with the flood of memories that had suddenly returned and the unimaginable result of Wanda's break-down.
The mutant population depowered, reduced to normal humans in the blink of an eye.
I was left wonderin' about friends that were out there somewhere. With the chaos that had followed the event, many of the X-Men's associates had yet to check in. Not to mention that we had our hands full right here with the students, most of who had lost their powers and were havin' a hard time copin', to say the least.
Knew I shoulda been upstairs with the others, helpin' out but I was too distracted. For the longest damn time I'd been searchin' for my past and now it's all there. Sweet Jesus, I actually remember my childhood! It's somethin' I never could've imagined... Growin' up in an estate, the son of aristocracy, can ya believe that?
So, I stared up at the ceilin', as if willing it to tell me what now. So much was different with myself and with the whole world now. I knew that if I could've talked to someone about these memories of my life, that the rest would somehow be easier.
Part of me was growling at myself to get my ass out of bed and just deal with what needed to be dealt with. That was what I did, right? I was the tough sonofabitch, I was "the best there is at what I do."
I rubbed a frustrated hand over my face.
"God, I wish you were here, Jean."
The mutant population depowered, reduced to normal humans in the blink of an eye.
I was left wonderin' about friends that were out there somewhere. With the chaos that had followed the event, many of the X-Men's associates had yet to check in. Not to mention that we had our hands full right here with the students, most of who had lost their powers and were havin' a hard time copin', to say the least.
Knew I shoulda been upstairs with the others, helpin' out but I was too distracted. For the longest damn time I'd been searchin' for my past and now it's all there. Sweet Jesus, I actually remember my childhood! It's somethin' I never could've imagined... Growin' up in an estate, the son of aristocracy, can ya believe that?
So, I stared up at the ceilin', as if willing it to tell me what now. So much was different with myself and with the whole world now. I knew that if I could've talked to someone about these memories of my life, that the rest would somehow be easier.
Part of me was growling at myself to get my ass out of bed and just deal with what needed to be dealt with. That was what I did, right? I was the tough sonofabitch, I was "the best there is at what I do."
I rubbed a frustrated hand over my face.
"God, I wish you were here, Jean."