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verynaughtymutant) wrote2012-06-07 05:02 am
verynaughtymutant) wrote2012-06-07 05:02 am
Home Plot: Day 3
Cable was not someone you could reasonably call a coward, there was very little he was truly afraid of. But this conversation was one of those things. He'd planned to never have it, in truth, but Natalya's talk yesterday had convinced him that would be cruel. Whatever sort of illusions these people truly were, they did not think of themselves as such and perhaps he owed it to them to treat them better than that. In memory of who they represented if nothing else.
So he had, reluctantly maybe, gone to see his wife and his son. They had, he was pleased to note, survived Stryfe's attack unharmed and he had silenced Aliya's questions, and anger, at his absence, by dropping his shields and joining his mind with hers. Not completely, of course, not enough to reveal all the details of his mind or his life but he let her see his real, aged, body and the Island where he lived, enough for her to know he didn't think this was real. He watched her face as he did so, watched the emotions flicker along a face he'd been so familiar with and yet had almost forgotten and then he heard her whisper in his head, speaking to him in his first tongue the way they always did so as to not disturb the baby sleeping nearby.
"You are not my Nathan?"
"No, I'm not."
"And I am not your wife? Not a real person?"
"No, I don't think you are."
He could feel the grief in her mind at that, and the determination overriding it and he could have taken her in his arms, he wanted to but he wasn't her husband, not really. Time and anger and grief had left him as someone else and that distance sat between them as clear as anything else.
"And tomorrow, you might wake up on that Island and it'll be like me, and my baby here, never existed?"
He sent a mental confirmation to that and waited for the reply.
"Well," she sent and he could feel as well as see the brave face she was putting on, "that at least is no different from normal. The bright lady said we should give thanks for today and plead for tomorrow. I can hope you are wrong, Nathan."
"You can," he replied and he felt a smile rise unbidden to his lips. "You always had faith in that, at least."
And then he finally did what he had been dying to do since he walked into this room, he took his wife into his arms and kissed her, fully and deeply on the lips.
"I have missed you," he whispered into her skin, the foreign words he had not spoken in years coming back to him naturally, "more than you will ever know."
He could read the questions she wanted to ask in her eyes as well as her mind, how could she not want to ask them, but she knew he would not answer and so she didn't.
"Oh, my husband," she told him back, as she accepted his embrace. "What has happened to you?"
"Life," he told her, and it sounded more apologetic then he'd intended. "I am not the man I was"
"No," she agreed. "Life is hard. Even in the sacred timeline, there are losses. But you still live and you are here now, not then. What is, is."
The sacred timeline, oh he remembered that. Aliya had believed in it entirely, believed in a way he never had. This was the sacred timeline, the best of all possible worlds, so it must be preserved and any sacrifices were in service of a greater destiny. She could see her own death in Cable's future and accept it but the idea that their cause had failed altogether was alien to her, unthinkable. And he saw that belief in her face, and for a moment, a brief moment he didn't let out of his own mental shields, he utterly despised his sister.
Instead he forced himself to be cheerful, forced such thoughts away. This was his wife, or something very much like her that he held his hands and he had wanted a day like this for oh such a long time, for all it will hurt when this day was over.
"I have missed your mind," he told her, as he reached for it with his and he felt himself rewarded with a blush, because for the Askani that was like telling someone you'd missed their breasts or their backside. "I have missed your thoughts, missed the dark hues of your fantasies, missed your tactics in battle. Missed the brilliance of your war plans, and the way your mind's thought reaches for food when you are aroused."
And she reached for him, the flattery stirring their passion, until they heard a cry from the baby and he, reluctantly pulled himself away from her to go tend her. He was so beautiful, his little boy, he'd almost forgotten how beautiful he'd been and he remarked as much.
"In which case, you can change him," was Aliya's, verbal, reply from towards the door. "While I attend our guest. Please, do come in."
So he had, reluctantly maybe, gone to see his wife and his son. They had, he was pleased to note, survived Stryfe's attack unharmed and he had silenced Aliya's questions, and anger, at his absence, by dropping his shields and joining his mind with hers. Not completely, of course, not enough to reveal all the details of his mind or his life but he let her see his real, aged, body and the Island where he lived, enough for her to know he didn't think this was real. He watched her face as he did so, watched the emotions flicker along a face he'd been so familiar with and yet had almost forgotten and then he heard her whisper in his head, speaking to him in his first tongue the way they always did so as to not disturb the baby sleeping nearby.
"You are not my Nathan?"
"No, I'm not."
"And I am not your wife? Not a real person?"
"No, I don't think you are."
He could feel the grief in her mind at that, and the determination overriding it and he could have taken her in his arms, he wanted to but he wasn't her husband, not really. Time and anger and grief had left him as someone else and that distance sat between them as clear as anything else.
"And tomorrow, you might wake up on that Island and it'll be like me, and my baby here, never existed?"
He sent a mental confirmation to that and waited for the reply.
"Well," she sent and he could feel as well as see the brave face she was putting on, "that at least is no different from normal. The bright lady said we should give thanks for today and plead for tomorrow. I can hope you are wrong, Nathan."
"You can," he replied and he felt a smile rise unbidden to his lips. "You always had faith in that, at least."
And then he finally did what he had been dying to do since he walked into this room, he took his wife into his arms and kissed her, fully and deeply on the lips.
"I have missed you," he whispered into her skin, the foreign words he had not spoken in years coming back to him naturally, "more than you will ever know."
He could read the questions she wanted to ask in her eyes as well as her mind, how could she not want to ask them, but she knew he would not answer and so she didn't.
"Oh, my husband," she told him back, as she accepted his embrace. "What has happened to you?"
"Life," he told her, and it sounded more apologetic then he'd intended. "I am not the man I was"
"No," she agreed. "Life is hard. Even in the sacred timeline, there are losses. But you still live and you are here now, not then. What is, is."
The sacred timeline, oh he remembered that. Aliya had believed in it entirely, believed in a way he never had. This was the sacred timeline, the best of all possible worlds, so it must be preserved and any sacrifices were in service of a greater destiny. She could see her own death in Cable's future and accept it but the idea that their cause had failed altogether was alien to her, unthinkable. And he saw that belief in her face, and for a moment, a brief moment he didn't let out of his own mental shields, he utterly despised his sister.
Instead he forced himself to be cheerful, forced such thoughts away. This was his wife, or something very much like her that he held his hands and he had wanted a day like this for oh such a long time, for all it will hurt when this day was over.
"I have missed your mind," he told her, as he reached for it with his and he felt himself rewarded with a blush, because for the Askani that was like telling someone you'd missed their breasts or their backside. "I have missed your thoughts, missed the dark hues of your fantasies, missed your tactics in battle. Missed the brilliance of your war plans, and the way your mind's thought reaches for food when you are aroused."
And she reached for him, the flattery stirring their passion, until they heard a cry from the baby and he, reluctantly pulled himself away from her to go tend her. He was so beautiful, his little boy, he'd almost forgotten how beautiful he'd been and he remarked as much.
"In which case, you can change him," was Aliya's, verbal, reply from towards the door. "While I attend our guest. Please, do come in."
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He hoped Rachel was right, that these versions of his family would continue on after they left. That with Stryfe dead and Aliya alive things would go differently. They deserved that, somewhere at least, and it was this battle that had lost them the war in his own time-line after all. Without Aliya he had not been a quarter of the leader he was with her at his side.
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"Other than that, I think you're going to break a few hearts before you're done." Which was much better than the alternative in her opinion.
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"It's been a long time," Blaquesmith said, "Mother Askani."
Cable and Aliya meanwhile acted instinctively and in tandem, both reaching out with their teke to provide a buffer below Tyler should Rachel's concentration fail her.
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Still, she couldn't quite stop the smile from crossing her face at the new arrival. It was so completely like Blaquesmith to just pop in like that and it made her so happy that she couldn't even be mad at her brother for not warning her. Here, at least, was someone she had experience with in two lives, both in her memories of the Askani and her memories of when Nathan brought her home.
"Enough with the Mother, do I look old enough to be your mother, mister?"
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"I have done as you wished," he added with a glance over his shoulder towards Cable. "Though I could wish you'd picked me a more cooperative student."
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"It was your last wish of me," the misshapen old mutant continued quietly, "that I trained the Askanisson. I did not let you down in that."
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