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solitaryslothMy counsellor is encouraging me to write fanfiction. That's...kind of awesome. Then again, I'm not sure she realises how much of a crazy nerd I am.
Anyway, I wrote this a few months ago and just found it in one of my old notebooks.
Also, I should really get an icon.
Title: Shadows Now
Rating: G
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: gen; Magneto/Xavier implied
Disclaimer: Are these things really worth anything anyway? If I owned the Marvel characters, X3 would have gone a lot differently. And I would have more money.
Summary: Magneto blames himself for Charles Xavier's death.
Spoilers: X3
Wordcount: 294
Author's Notes: I kept expecting to get a shot of Magneto watching from afar.
Feedback: Criticism please!
The sun had no right to be so bright today, the sky so clear. The greatest mind among them was gone: the world could at least have the decency to take notice. It doesn't seem right to bury Charles Xavier beneath the earth. Charles, who worked so hard for freedom and yet was confined for most of his life. He wonders if they realise what they are doing. He wonders if all these people, who sit before that little fire, people who looked upon Charles as a friend and father, he wonders if any one of them knew Charles as well as he did--his oldest friend. He wonders how they can be so calm, sitting in their chairs in the sun, wonders if they can realise what has been lost.
So he, oldest closest friend and enemy stands in the shade and watches the children gather to imprison their fallen hero beneath cold stone, and remembers. Remembers the things they don't mention in their speeches. Chess. Love. Loneliness. The long thankless years at the beginning, never knowing if their audience would listen or try to burn them at the stake. The search for others who would join them and support them and for those who could be saved. The late night flights through desert and brush because there was only so much deviancy the people would tolerate. And those hot nights, long ago and far away, when they were the only two people in the world and they swore that nothing could ever separate them.
And it's his fault. His fault that they are gathered here today because he wasn't strong enough to get up and stop her.
So he'll keep searching, because one day he will find one of them with the power to undo it.
Anyway, I wrote this a few months ago and just found it in one of my old notebooks.
Also, I should really get an icon.
Title: Shadows Now
Rating: G
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: gen; Magneto/Xavier implied
Disclaimer: Are these things really worth anything anyway? If I owned the Marvel characters, X3 would have gone a lot differently. And I would have more money.
Summary: Magneto blames himself for Charles Xavier's death.
Spoilers: X3
Wordcount: 294
Author's Notes: I kept expecting to get a shot of Magneto watching from afar.
Feedback: Criticism please!
The sun had no right to be so bright today, the sky so clear. The greatest mind among them was gone: the world could at least have the decency to take notice. It doesn't seem right to bury Charles Xavier beneath the earth. Charles, who worked so hard for freedom and yet was confined for most of his life. He wonders if they realise what they are doing. He wonders if all these people, who sit before that little fire, people who looked upon Charles as a friend and father, he wonders if any one of them knew Charles as well as he did--his oldest friend. He wonders how they can be so calm, sitting in their chairs in the sun, wonders if they can realise what has been lost.
So he, oldest closest friend and enemy stands in the shade and watches the children gather to imprison their fallen hero beneath cold stone, and remembers. Remembers the things they don't mention in their speeches. Chess. Love. Loneliness. The long thankless years at the beginning, never knowing if their audience would listen or try to burn them at the stake. The search for others who would join them and support them and for those who could be saved. The late night flights through desert and brush because there was only so much deviancy the people would tolerate. And those hot nights, long ago and far away, when they were the only two people in the world and they swore that nothing could ever separate them.
And it's his fault. His fault that they are gathered here today because he wasn't strong enough to get up and stop her.
So he'll keep searching, because one day he will find one of them with the power to undo it.
