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Fandom #5: X-Men, "Love Intervention"
Title: Love Intervention
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG/K+
Fandom: X-Men
Wordcount or Timestamp: 1562
It's happening again, and she feels as helpless as ever to stop any of it. She cannot help her friends. She cannot help herself. Her family is falling apart at the wayside, and she stands powerless to do anything to help them.
They're supposed to be happy. Most of them have fought for years -- actually, for most of their lives -- for a world that despises them simply for their differences. It is these differences in part but never in full that help them come together. They were brought together under one man's dream, but Kitty knows they all each have their own separate dreams. Each of them, for their own reasons, are seeking family, seeking loved ones that were either never provided for them by this cruel world or stripped from them for one reason or another far too soon.
She's been standing at this window for hours, as though she thinks something is magically going to change, as if something is going to move this thick blanket of despair covering Muir Isle, a place that's been her home for years now, where she can remember laughing and dancing, racing through the halls and over the shores, actually being happy. It wasn't always that way though, and that dreaded time that almost killed them all before seems to be coming again. They'd thought she was oblivious, but they had only thought that because she had acted the part she had to. She had been thrilled to have Rachel back -- no other lover has ever touched her heart, her very soul, the way that magnificent, high-spirited girl does every time she comes into her life, though she never stays for long --, but she had known it wouldn't last. She had known Meggan wouldn't allow it to last.
Yet Meggan, too, is fading away. This time, she doesn't know how to help her friend. The last time, she had known what it would take, and she had known that the only way that rescue could come would be to strip her of her own love. She'd wanted to fight her. She'd been going to fight her. She had been willing to fight her to the death. But Ray, good, kind Rachel had sacrificed herself. She had insisted on making the sacrifice so that Meggan could be happy.
She had known she hadn't belonged here, and she'd been hiding from that truth for as long as Kitty had. Kitty would have hid from it forever in order to keep her life, in her arms, even as she'd watched her friends fade away in sorrow. But Rachel had not allowed that to happen. She had refused to allow it and had done in the end what everyone else would have told her was right, everyone but Kitty who had been selfish and greedy, wanting to keep her in her life no matter the cost.
She didn't have that reprieve this time, though. She had finally found someone who had stood a chance of making her, one day, as happy as Rachel always did. And she had broken his heart. She always had had a knack for destroying the good things God sent her away, and Pete Wisdom had been no different. They'd had a good thing going, and she had been so foolish to throw it away by kissing somebody her own age.
Age didn't matter. Wolverine had taught her that. Heck, the X-Men had taught her that. She had finally found true friends and home with people far older than herself. She never had fit in with her own age group any way. She could have pleaded with Wisdom. She could have begged him to stay as she had begged Rachel -- she almost had --, but in the end, it would have done no good. Her self-destruct bomb had been on, and it had taken away the first real man she could have ever loved.
Oh, yeah, she'd thought she'd loved Piotr, but she had never known real, substantial love with Rachel. She had never found that sort of love with anyone else not just in her age demographics but in her reality until Wisdom. And she'd screwed it all up.
Lockheed coos in her ear, leans down over her shoulder, and licks the tear from her face. He hasn't left her side since the Wisdom debacle. The little guy knows she's barely hanging in here, but does he know, she wonders, about the others? Does he know that Moira is preparing to sacrifice herself, her determination growing more and more solid with every day that passes that she fails to find the cure for which she's spent most of her lifetime searching? Does he know that Rahne is already grieving the dead though that dead still lives? Does he know that Dougie is hating himself with a inferior complex that Kitty cannot solve? It isn't bad enough that the poor guy no longer feels human, or mutant, for the cybertechniques going through his body; he has to feel utterly helpless to help the two women who mean more to him than anything else in the world.
Kurt and Amanda are fighting again. She woke sometime just before sunrise this morning to hear their loud, argumentative voices not too far from her window. They'd been on the roof, she'd quickly learned, but they had still woke her. It's in part Fuzzy Elf's own fault. The man won't settle down, but even if he would, even if she could talk sense into him about not losing such a good woman as Amanda, Amanda's mother won't let them settle down. She's even worse than Rogue's Mystique, determined to rule Hell through her daughter's gifts.
Meggan's fading away too. She's spending almost as much time now being air or water -- at least that much seems to alternate, hinting that there are better days than others -- as Kitty is incorporeal. Even now, Pryde is phased; the only reason that Lockheed can touch her is he hasn't left her shoulder all day, since she woke this morning. She knows it's a subconscious part of her brain that makes her want to believe that keeping herself from being able to be touched can also prevent her heart from being hurt. If only it were true!
For that matter, if only she had the ability to have her heart broken again by Rachel! If she could let go of Ray again and bring Brian back to their timeline once more, at least one of their member would be happy again! But try as she might, Kitty can find no answers this time. She'd gladly give Piotr, who's pining away for both herself and Meggan to the mostly childlike Elemental if she thought that would make her happy, but Kitty knows it won't.
Likewise, she knows the only person who will make Meggan happy is laid up nursing yet another hangover. She wonders if he touched her friend again, wonders how much the child can take. She may only be fourteen while Meggan's probably over a hundred years old, but she knows which one of them is the more mature. Granted, she's always be older than her years, but that has nothing to do with the fact that, mentally, Meggan may be sweet sixteen as best.
"That's what we need to do," she mutters, pulling herself out of her reverie and wiping away her tears. She tries to burn them out of her eyes with sheer determination. She can't fix her own world, mend her own heart, but she remembers hearing about the intervention that had been had on her behalf when she'd first told her friends she was dating Wisdom. They had known trouble was coming from the beginning with their pairing, but they hadn't expected it come from her own foolishness. They had thought Pete would break her heart, not the other around.
They were all children, she supposed, in one way or another, stupid, rotten, greedy brats. But it was time one such spoiled, rich brat got a wake up call. If the guys could threaten Pete with beheading him, doodling all over his head, and bamfing it into the ocean where no one would ever find, she could certainly arrange a meeting with Brian that would send him begging for Meg's forgiveness. The girl deserved to be happy, and for whatever reason, she had her heart set on Brian, just like, for whatever reason, no one could reach Kitty like Rachel had.
Kitty walked out of her room and gazed down at where Meggan lingered, and wasted, by the shore. Brian hadn't touched her this time -- at least, not that Pryde could tell --, but the poor girl had actually made herself a tiara of rose petals. It was almost as though a part of her thought that if she could look beautiful enough, maybe Brian would love her again. Kitty knew he did love her. He was just a jackass who needed sorting and who didn't know how to appreciate the beautiful, wonderful things he had -- like someone else, she thought. That someone else might not be able to be helped, but she'd help these two. She'd grab the Elf, they'd make a visit, and before long, wedding bells would be ringing, at least two of Excalibur, of her family, would be happy again, or her name wasn't Kitty Pryde.
The End
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG/K+
Fandom: X-Men
Wordcount or Timestamp: 1562
It's happening again, and she feels as helpless as ever to stop any of it. She cannot help her friends. She cannot help herself. Her family is falling apart at the wayside, and she stands powerless to do anything to help them.
They're supposed to be happy. Most of them have fought for years -- actually, for most of their lives -- for a world that despises them simply for their differences. It is these differences in part but never in full that help them come together. They were brought together under one man's dream, but Kitty knows they all each have their own separate dreams. Each of them, for their own reasons, are seeking family, seeking loved ones that were either never provided for them by this cruel world or stripped from them for one reason or another far too soon.
She's been standing at this window for hours, as though she thinks something is magically going to change, as if something is going to move this thick blanket of despair covering Muir Isle, a place that's been her home for years now, where she can remember laughing and dancing, racing through the halls and over the shores, actually being happy. It wasn't always that way though, and that dreaded time that almost killed them all before seems to be coming again. They'd thought she was oblivious, but they had only thought that because she had acted the part she had to. She had been thrilled to have Rachel back -- no other lover has ever touched her heart, her very soul, the way that magnificent, high-spirited girl does every time she comes into her life, though she never stays for long --, but she had known it wouldn't last. She had known Meggan wouldn't allow it to last.
Yet Meggan, too, is fading away. This time, she doesn't know how to help her friend. The last time, she had known what it would take, and she had known that the only way that rescue could come would be to strip her of her own love. She'd wanted to fight her. She'd been going to fight her. She had been willing to fight her to the death. But Ray, good, kind Rachel had sacrificed herself. She had insisted on making the sacrifice so that Meggan could be happy.
She had known she hadn't belonged here, and she'd been hiding from that truth for as long as Kitty had. Kitty would have hid from it forever in order to keep her life, in her arms, even as she'd watched her friends fade away in sorrow. But Rachel had not allowed that to happen. She had refused to allow it and had done in the end what everyone else would have told her was right, everyone but Kitty who had been selfish and greedy, wanting to keep her in her life no matter the cost.
She didn't have that reprieve this time, though. She had finally found someone who had stood a chance of making her, one day, as happy as Rachel always did. And she had broken his heart. She always had had a knack for destroying the good things God sent her away, and Pete Wisdom had been no different. They'd had a good thing going, and she had been so foolish to throw it away by kissing somebody her own age.
Age didn't matter. Wolverine had taught her that. Heck, the X-Men had taught her that. She had finally found true friends and home with people far older than herself. She never had fit in with her own age group any way. She could have pleaded with Wisdom. She could have begged him to stay as she had begged Rachel -- she almost had --, but in the end, it would have done no good. Her self-destruct bomb had been on, and it had taken away the first real man she could have ever loved.
Oh, yeah, she'd thought she'd loved Piotr, but she had never known real, substantial love with Rachel. She had never found that sort of love with anyone else not just in her age demographics but in her reality until Wisdom. And she'd screwed it all up.
Lockheed coos in her ear, leans down over her shoulder, and licks the tear from her face. He hasn't left her side since the Wisdom debacle. The little guy knows she's barely hanging in here, but does he know, she wonders, about the others? Does he know that Moira is preparing to sacrifice herself, her determination growing more and more solid with every day that passes that she fails to find the cure for which she's spent most of her lifetime searching? Does he know that Rahne is already grieving the dead though that dead still lives? Does he know that Dougie is hating himself with a inferior complex that Kitty cannot solve? It isn't bad enough that the poor guy no longer feels human, or mutant, for the cybertechniques going through his body; he has to feel utterly helpless to help the two women who mean more to him than anything else in the world.
Kurt and Amanda are fighting again. She woke sometime just before sunrise this morning to hear their loud, argumentative voices not too far from her window. They'd been on the roof, she'd quickly learned, but they had still woke her. It's in part Fuzzy Elf's own fault. The man won't settle down, but even if he would, even if she could talk sense into him about not losing such a good woman as Amanda, Amanda's mother won't let them settle down. She's even worse than Rogue's Mystique, determined to rule Hell through her daughter's gifts.
Meggan's fading away too. She's spending almost as much time now being air or water -- at least that much seems to alternate, hinting that there are better days than others -- as Kitty is incorporeal. Even now, Pryde is phased; the only reason that Lockheed can touch her is he hasn't left her shoulder all day, since she woke this morning. She knows it's a subconscious part of her brain that makes her want to believe that keeping herself from being able to be touched can also prevent her heart from being hurt. If only it were true!
For that matter, if only she had the ability to have her heart broken again by Rachel! If she could let go of Ray again and bring Brian back to their timeline once more, at least one of their member would be happy again! But try as she might, Kitty can find no answers this time. She'd gladly give Piotr, who's pining away for both herself and Meggan to the mostly childlike Elemental if she thought that would make her happy, but Kitty knows it won't.
Likewise, she knows the only person who will make Meggan happy is laid up nursing yet another hangover. She wonders if he touched her friend again, wonders how much the child can take. She may only be fourteen while Meggan's probably over a hundred years old, but she knows which one of them is the more mature. Granted, she's always be older than her years, but that has nothing to do with the fact that, mentally, Meggan may be sweet sixteen as best.
"That's what we need to do," she mutters, pulling herself out of her reverie and wiping away her tears. She tries to burn them out of her eyes with sheer determination. She can't fix her own world, mend her own heart, but she remembers hearing about the intervention that had been had on her behalf when she'd first told her friends she was dating Wisdom. They had known trouble was coming from the beginning with their pairing, but they hadn't expected it come from her own foolishness. They had thought Pete would break her heart, not the other around.
They were all children, she supposed, in one way or another, stupid, rotten, greedy brats. But it was time one such spoiled, rich brat got a wake up call. If the guys could threaten Pete with beheading him, doodling all over his head, and bamfing it into the ocean where no one would ever find, she could certainly arrange a meeting with Brian that would send him begging for Meg's forgiveness. The girl deserved to be happy, and for whatever reason, she had her heart set on Brian, just like, for whatever reason, no one could reach Kitty like Rachel had.
Kitty walked out of her room and gazed down at where Meggan lingered, and wasted, by the shore. Brian hadn't touched her this time -- at least, not that Pryde could tell --, but the poor girl had actually made herself a tiara of rose petals. It was almost as though a part of her thought that if she could look beautiful enough, maybe Brian would love her again. Kitty knew he did love her. He was just a jackass who needed sorting and who didn't know how to appreciate the beautiful, wonderful things he had -- like someone else, she thought. That someone else might not be able to be helped, but she'd help these two. She'd grab the Elf, they'd make a visit, and before long, wedding bells would be ringing, at least two of Excalibur, of her family, would be happy again, or her name wasn't Kitty Pryde.
The End