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anythingdrabbleTitle: Risky Business
Fandom: X-Force (X-Men)
Characters/Pairings: Cable/Domino
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Sometimes all the luck in the world, even all the love, doesn't matter a damn.
It's risky to love someone. Neena's always known that, yet she keeps falling, and always for the wrong guys. She stares down the long barrel of her gun, drawing silent strength from its metal. Most women are terrified of guns like these. Even those chicks who do pack usually shy away from such big and deadly weapons, but she's always preferred to handle a gun any day than a man, especially a man who always seems to have power over her.
Nathan's quiet tonight, which means he's also brooding and not letting her in. She focuses on cleaning her weapon, something she knows she could handle with expert ease, and is thankful for the silence as silence means no bickering, no words from either side that can come back to haunt her. She much prefers action, but even here in the quiet, with no words being spoken, she cannot help remembering.
She cannot help remembering that she will always come second, or even third, to the man she loves. She cannot help knowing that he still feels out of place in this time and she cannot stay in his. She can't help recognizing that he still doesn't know her, nor does he try to get to know her, not the real her beneath all her many tough, exterior layers. For God's sake, he hadn't even realized she was missing while Vanessa had played her body, her life, even her part as his partner, in life and love, for a year!
Nathan looks up as she cocks her gun. His bionic eye gleams in the shadows. You okay, Dom? His mental voice inside of her mind is so smooth and fitting, like a hand inside a glove. Their telepathic connection has always been sensual.
Yet tonight it hurts. He can enter her mind so easily, seems to know her so well, but truthfully, he doesn't know her at all. She puts her safety on and lowers her gun. "Yeah," she says aloud and feels his presence slip from her mind as easily as he entered her, "never better."
He knows she's bothered, she's hurting, but he lets her stand and walk away. He lets her go from the room just, as Dom knows, he will always let her go so easily from his life. Sometimes, all the luck in the world, all the love even, doesn't matter a damn.
The End
Fandom: X-Force (X-Men)
Characters/Pairings: Cable/Domino
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Sometimes all the luck in the world, even all the love, doesn't matter a damn.
It's risky to love someone. Neena's always known that, yet she keeps falling, and always for the wrong guys. She stares down the long barrel of her gun, drawing silent strength from its metal. Most women are terrified of guns like these. Even those chicks who do pack usually shy away from such big and deadly weapons, but she's always preferred to handle a gun any day than a man, especially a man who always seems to have power over her.
Nathan's quiet tonight, which means he's also brooding and not letting her in. She focuses on cleaning her weapon, something she knows she could handle with expert ease, and is thankful for the silence as silence means no bickering, no words from either side that can come back to haunt her. She much prefers action, but even here in the quiet, with no words being spoken, she cannot help remembering.
She cannot help remembering that she will always come second, or even third, to the man she loves. She cannot help knowing that he still feels out of place in this time and she cannot stay in his. She can't help recognizing that he still doesn't know her, nor does he try to get to know her, not the real her beneath all her many tough, exterior layers. For God's sake, he hadn't even realized she was missing while Vanessa had played her body, her life, even her part as his partner, in life and love, for a year!
Nathan looks up as she cocks her gun. His bionic eye gleams in the shadows. You okay, Dom? His mental voice inside of her mind is so smooth and fitting, like a hand inside a glove. Their telepathic connection has always been sensual.
Yet tonight it hurts. He can enter her mind so easily, seems to know her so well, but truthfully, he doesn't know her at all. She puts her safety on and lowers her gun. "Yeah," she says aloud and feels his presence slip from her mind as easily as he entered her, "never better."
He knows she's bothered, she's hurting, but he lets her stand and walk away. He lets her go from the room just, as Dom knows, he will always let her go so easily from his life. Sometimes, all the luck in the world, all the love even, doesn't matter a damn.
The End
