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Title: Consider The Odds
Author: Revolution
Rating: PG
Pairing: None really
Summary: A multi person POV on the death of one of the MX’ers.
Consider the odds, consider the obvious
The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died
In the planning stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof
That it was ever alive
Mutant X has fallen.
He can’t admit it yet, but inside he knows that they may never recover from this.
He looks at Shalimar as she sit on the floor, Jesse’s head cradled in her lap. He wants to hug her but knows that she would refuse his offer of comfort.
“Shalimar?” he whispers “Where’s Brennan?”
She looks up at him.
“The lab,” she whispers valiantly wiping the tears from her face “You want me to go talk to him?”
He shook his head.
“I’ll go,” he whispers, “Stay here with Jesse.”
This purchased rebellion has been outbidded
Denounced and rescinded and left to die
Championless, championless, championless
She slowly lifts her hand to brush away the hair from Jesse’s forehead. She sighs when she sees how much her hands are shaking.
“Damn,” she whispers putting them back down.
She wants to close her eyes but can’t.
She wants to sleep but fears her dreams.
She lost a friend on this day.
The day a friend sacrificed herself to save them all.
She remembers everything.
The attack, the telekinetic who had knocked Brennan over the head with a wooden beam, Emma yelling at them, telling them to leave, that she could take care of her, fighting her way out as Jesse carried Brennan out. Worst of all, she remembers returning to the safe house to find Emma’s unconscious body next to the unconscious telekinetic.
I begged you not to go
I begged you
I pleaded
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retreated
I begged you not to go
I begged you
I pleaded
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retreated
He never realized how much she meant to him.
She’s like my sister, he had always said.
His sister and his best friend.
He reaches down and takes a cold hand in his.
Emma’s comlink glistens in the light of the lab.
He wonders why she didn’t call out for help. Why she didn’t call them back inside.
Her own powers had done this to her Adam had told them.
She had taken out several of the Links that had attacked the safe house but it had become too much for her.
“Dammnit!” he yells, his desperate cry rattles through the cold of the lab “You could have called out.”
His head hurts.
“Brennan?” Adam says tentatively as he walks into the lab “You really should be resting.”
“Go to hell,” Brennan whispers.
He can hear the scraping of the chair as Adam slides it to the bed.
“Sit Son,” Adam whispers.
Hope has sprung a perfect dive
A perfect day
A perfect lie
A slowly crafted monologue conceding your defeat
He’s always been close to Shalimar; she’s like the sister he’s never had.
His relationship with Emma had been different.
It had been more difficult to define; it was loving at times and antagonistic at times.
He would have died for her.
He knows that now.
He closes his eyes, He can see her.
He sees her as she was before they left.
Standing in the bright lights of the safe house, her long red hair lit up like fire, her bright eyes faded the way they did when her power was at its most potent.
I guess I’m just not superhero material; she had told him once after hitting her head during training.
None of us are, he had replied, you’ll be okay.
He lied to her.
This purchased rebellion has been outbidded
Denounced and rescinded and left to die
Championless, championless, championless
She wonders if Emma knew that she was going to die.
Did a little bell ring in her head as her powers drained the life from her?
“Come on Jess,” she whispers “Lets go to the lab.”
Jesse wipes the tears from his eyes and pulls himself to his feet.
They walk hand in hand to the lab.
I begged you not to go
I begged you
I pleaded
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retreated
I begged you not to go
I begged you
I pleaded
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retreated
He can hear them come in but he doesn’t move his head.
She sits down next to him, his hand finding hers.
Jesse sits down on her other side, his eyes connecting with Brennan’s.
He nods.
Does it comfort you to know you fought the good fight?
Basking in your victory, hollow and alone
While you boast your bitter bragging rights to anyone who'll listen
While you’re left with nothing tangible to gain
Brennan pushes a stray hair off of her cold forehead and sighs heavily.
"It's a gift. I thought I sensed something pretty special about you too."
Shalimar shivers and swipes a tear from her cheek. Things are never going to be the same, she thinks.
"It's just a nightmare Shalimar. It isn't real unless you believe it is. You've got to fight it, don't let him win."
Jesse takes Shalimar’s hand and leans his head on her shoulder.
"What do I know about being a hero? I sell Misses and Petite for heaven's sake."
Author’s note: Once again, I don’t know how good this is. This song begged to be put in a MX fic. Hope I did it justice.
Song: “The Good Fight” by Dashboard Confessionals.
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