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anythingdrabbleTitle: The Woman She Is
Fandom: Generation X (X-Men/Marvel comics)
Characters/Pairings: Sean/Emma
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: She owes the woman she is, at least in part, to the man he was.
She still remembers the way he looked when he raised his brow early that one morning, when they were alone in the Keep before gathering the students. She still recalls, with very clear vividity, and very often on her loneliest nights, how he made her feel in those early days in her transformation -- and it had indeed been a transformation! She had never thought she could care for anyone else again after losing her first students so tragically, never thought she would dare.
She had also never wanted so badly to impress a man for reasons that had nothing to do with her survival -- she still has not. Only Sean Cassidy has only left that lasting impression on her, the damned Irish man! Even from this distance, the mere memory sends a thrill up Emma's spine. He'd wanted her -- they had both known it. He had wanted her in those early days when they'd been two of the only four people they could find unaffected by the Phalanx. He had wanted her still, right up until Moira's death and his own guilt had driven him over the edge.
He hadn't bothered to deny it that chilly morning with his, "Mind witch, aye?" comment. She can hear his delicious, brogue in her mind still even more clearly than she can see him currently, walking, alone, along the Krakoa shoreline. She will never admit to another soul, but these Resurrection Protocols are strange. Just how much does Sean really remember? He was already dead whenever his DNA was pumped into the pool, so how many of his actual memories do his precious, little X-Men friends have? How many of the moments she still treasures have been lost forever?
The man she sees now is not the man she knew before. He's not the man who admitted to her that he was dreaming of her, and the passionate splendor that their bodies together would have been. He's not the man who helped her to be better, or hated her when she failed, or himself when he felt he had failed the beloved "Lady" Moira. Emma snorts derisively under her breath and finds the strength to turn away from the clone she's been watching for close to an hour now.
God, how she ached for that man! How she still yearned for him! But the man down there on the shore, the very one whose skin his precious "Lady" Moira stripped away for her cover, is not the same one she knew. He is not the same one she with whom she had built a budding empire -- a school that had actually cared for its students more than its power, wealth, or fame. He's not the same one who had inspired her, daily and oft nightly too, to become a better woman. But she is still a better woman. Head held high, Emma walks away. Her Sean is gone, but the woman he helped her become will remain a strong leader, and teacher, forevermore.
The End
Fandom: Generation X (X-Men/Marvel comics)
Characters/Pairings: Sean/Emma
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: She owes the woman she is, at least in part, to the man he was.
She still remembers the way he looked when he raised his brow early that one morning, when they were alone in the Keep before gathering the students. She still recalls, with very clear vividity, and very often on her loneliest nights, how he made her feel in those early days in her transformation -- and it had indeed been a transformation! She had never thought she could care for anyone else again after losing her first students so tragically, never thought she would dare.
She had also never wanted so badly to impress a man for reasons that had nothing to do with her survival -- she still has not. Only Sean Cassidy has only left that lasting impression on her, the damned Irish man! Even from this distance, the mere memory sends a thrill up Emma's spine. He'd wanted her -- they had both known it. He had wanted her in those early days when they'd been two of the only four people they could find unaffected by the Phalanx. He had wanted her still, right up until Moira's death and his own guilt had driven him over the edge.
He hadn't bothered to deny it that chilly morning with his, "Mind witch, aye?" comment. She can hear his delicious, brogue in her mind still even more clearly than she can see him currently, walking, alone, along the Krakoa shoreline. She will never admit to another soul, but these Resurrection Protocols are strange. Just how much does Sean really remember? He was already dead whenever his DNA was pumped into the pool, so how many of his actual memories do his precious, little X-Men friends have? How many of the moments she still treasures have been lost forever?
The man she sees now is not the man she knew before. He's not the man who admitted to her that he was dreaming of her, and the passionate splendor that their bodies together would have been. He's not the man who helped her to be better, or hated her when she failed, or himself when he felt he had failed the beloved "Lady" Moira. Emma snorts derisively under her breath and finds the strength to turn away from the clone she's been watching for close to an hour now.
God, how she ached for that man! How she still yearned for him! But the man down there on the shore, the very one whose skin his precious "Lady" Moira stripped away for her cover, is not the same one she knew. He is not the same one she with whom she had built a budding empire -- a school that had actually cared for its students more than its power, wealth, or fame. He's not the same one who had inspired her, daily and oft nightly too, to become a better woman. But she is still a better woman. Head held high, Emma walks away. Her Sean is gone, but the woman he helped her become will remain a strong leader, and teacher, forevermore.
The End
