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tamingthemuseWorking Title: Memories of the Gone
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Force/X-Men
Character/Pairing: Cable/Domino
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: #418: Arsenal
Warning(s): Mild spoilers for events happening in the last few years of the comics
Word Count: 705
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Among her guns and knives, hidden carefully amongst her arsenal in a tiny pocket and underneath a grenade, she keeps a secret piece of paper. To anyone who might defeat her and take her weapons, it looks like a normal receipt. She gazes at it now, her gloved fingers tracing the date and the name of the payer. Sadness glitters in her dark eyes as explosions rock the battlefield.
This one receipt is all she still has from the good times. Whenever she tries to keep a personal item, she ends up losing it in one attack or another. The few places she's dared to call home have always been ransacked, everything in them destroyed. Often times, the items her enemies destroy are useless to them, but they know losing them will hurt her and so rip into them with a vengeance. The whole world seems to want her hurt; millions want her dead.
But this piece of paper reminds Neena that not everybody has been out for her blood. Once, she called Cable a friend. Once, she even felt like she had a family, like he was the father and she the mother of the brood they called X-Force back then. She remembers those days with a smile of fondness and heart of sadness.
She thought he'd be the one. She'd thought she would finally be able to settle down with him one day, one day when all the fighting was over, one day when the mutant race could finally rest without fear of being annihilated by mankind, giant robots, or some other threat. She'd actually dreamed, at times, of growing old with Nathan and sitting with him on a front porch, rocking as the setting sun's golden rays played on her gray and his white hair.
Her lips draw back in a sneer as they always do at herself when she's being sentimental. She should have known those dreams would never come true. She should have known those days couldn't last. She's not the kind of woman that can keep a family, a lover, or even a friend. She's the type that moves with the wind, the type who must always be on the go because there's always a new enemy on the horizon.
She has known Cable more than once now to be that enemy, and that hurts the most. They have nothing left between them now, even though he's back on the right side, except for some memories. This tiny, yellowing piece of paper is the only physical proof she has left of those times. It's from a place at which they used to love to dine when X-Force was staying in Chicago. He'd actually paid that night, and Teresa had kept the kids entertained enough that they hadn't come bothering them.
But that was then, Dom reminds herself, slipping the receipt back into its hiding pouch amongst her arsenal. Those days are long gone. She rarely sees any of the old gang any more. Several of them could be dead for all she knows, and if she doesn't focus, more mutants are going to die this time.
She fills her guns again and cocks them to the ready. That's not going to happen on her watch, not tonight at least. She's not the kind of woman who will ever grow old with some man in a rocking chair, but she is the type of woman who won't let her friends down. She's the woman who's already there when the chips are down. She's Lady Luck, there to turn the tide the way she wants it although she never quite manages to do that with her personal life. She's the one who will keep fighting for what's right until the day she dies in battle.
She flings herself once more into the fray. Tonight won't be that night, and she lets go of her thoughts of the man she once loved, and could so easily again if ever they were to be together in battle once more, as she kills more of the enemy. She keeps going. She won't rest until the last one's dead, and then she'll drink until are memories are dead, too, at least for this one night.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Force/X-Men
Character/Pairing: Cable/Domino
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge: #418: Arsenal
Warning(s): Mild spoilers for events happening in the last few years of the comics
Word Count: 705
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Among her guns and knives, hidden carefully amongst her arsenal in a tiny pocket and underneath a grenade, she keeps a secret piece of paper. To anyone who might defeat her and take her weapons, it looks like a normal receipt. She gazes at it now, her gloved fingers tracing the date and the name of the payer. Sadness glitters in her dark eyes as explosions rock the battlefield.
This one receipt is all she still has from the good times. Whenever she tries to keep a personal item, she ends up losing it in one attack or another. The few places she's dared to call home have always been ransacked, everything in them destroyed. Often times, the items her enemies destroy are useless to them, but they know losing them will hurt her and so rip into them with a vengeance. The whole world seems to want her hurt; millions want her dead.
But this piece of paper reminds Neena that not everybody has been out for her blood. Once, she called Cable a friend. Once, she even felt like she had a family, like he was the father and she the mother of the brood they called X-Force back then. She remembers those days with a smile of fondness and heart of sadness.
She thought he'd be the one. She'd thought she would finally be able to settle down with him one day, one day when all the fighting was over, one day when the mutant race could finally rest without fear of being annihilated by mankind, giant robots, or some other threat. She'd actually dreamed, at times, of growing old with Nathan and sitting with him on a front porch, rocking as the setting sun's golden rays played on her gray and his white hair.
Her lips draw back in a sneer as they always do at herself when she's being sentimental. She should have known those dreams would never come true. She should have known those days couldn't last. She's not the kind of woman that can keep a family, a lover, or even a friend. She's the type that moves with the wind, the type who must always be on the go because there's always a new enemy on the horizon.
She has known Cable more than once now to be that enemy, and that hurts the most. They have nothing left between them now, even though he's back on the right side, except for some memories. This tiny, yellowing piece of paper is the only physical proof she has left of those times. It's from a place at which they used to love to dine when X-Force was staying in Chicago. He'd actually paid that night, and Teresa had kept the kids entertained enough that they hadn't come bothering them.
But that was then, Dom reminds herself, slipping the receipt back into its hiding pouch amongst her arsenal. Those days are long gone. She rarely sees any of the old gang any more. Several of them could be dead for all she knows, and if she doesn't focus, more mutants are going to die this time.
She fills her guns again and cocks them to the ready. That's not going to happen on her watch, not tonight at least. She's not the kind of woman who will ever grow old with some man in a rocking chair, but she is the type of woman who won't let her friends down. She's the woman who's already there when the chips are down. She's Lady Luck, there to turn the tide the way she wants it although she never quite manages to do that with her personal life. She's the one who will keep fighting for what's right until the day she dies in battle.
She flings herself once more into the fray. Tonight won't be that night, and she lets go of her thoughts of the man she once loved, and could so easily again if ever they were to be together in battle once more, as she kills more of the enemy. She keeps going. She won't rest until the last one's dead, and then she'll drink until are memories are dead, too, at least for this one night.
The End
