Cyclops was right and he wishes he wasn't (cyclopswasright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-27 03:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott summers (cyclops) |
"The dream is dead because I killed it, Scott."
Who: Scott Summers, Dream!Emma, dream!others (narrative)
What: Scott finally gets the rest of this dream
When: Tonight
Where: Dream!Cerebra
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for confessions
trigger: mentions of genocide and murder, nothing shown.
"I know you do Emma, I know. You never have to tell me that."
Around them swirled shards of memories, not all of them his own. Little glimpses. X-force, Namor, Cable, Emma with a gun and a dead body. They didn't seem to click together, "This is about what I have to tell you."
He told her about X-force. About going against everything he'd ever been taught about right or wrong. About him and Logan crossing a line that couldn't be crossed back. Scott had to keep them alive, and strategically that was the only way he knew how. Kill them, before they could kill us.
The memories shifted. Where before it had been Scott and Logan, Laura, Rahne and Warpath, they were Emma's memories now. Men in cages, torturing Storm, the men she's toyed with.
When you first met me with the Hellfire Club, you saw my true colors. White, ironically. This is where I first hurt you. I helped push Jean Grey into becoming the Dark Phoenix. Everyone thinks I'm sharing your bed because I'm manipulating you somehow. They believe that I couldn't possibly feel genuine emotion for you, and they pity you because they know you're being used, played with, like a toy for my amusement.
I've given them many reasons to believe this. Part of Tony Stark doesn't respect you because of me. He is not the only one
"X-Force's missions spiraled out of control. What once was simple became complicated and our targets multiplies. X-men, our friends were hurt, damaged deeply in ways I couldn't have predicted, but it was too late to help them. Because as hurt as they were, I needed them. We all need them to keep fighting."
Scott's tone sombered, his expression darkening. The images shifted. Laura and the Legacy virus, Domino, and worst of all, three students tied to chairs, "For the greater good, I told myself. Because of X-force, I think of things like genocide. I think of how I can use the worse of what we've faced as a weapn against our enemies. This is who I am now. And when three of our kids were kidnapped, I kept it secret, because their lives had to be risked to ensure Hope was protected."
No....
Emma interjected, the images shifting again. Emma's students. Emma's mistakes.
I claim to be a teacher. I saw I would die for my students, but this is what I've done to them.
The Hellions, writhing in pain.
Then after I save I've changed, I torture a girl who more than any, needed my help. In an effort to protect the other children, I tried to drive Laura away by using her most painful memories against her. But even though Laura stayed...Wither did not.
A bloody woman walking towards Laura, and the scene shifts again to a boy crawling out a sewer.
And what's worse, I allowed him to go, to disappear without a trace because I felt that he too was a danger to the others. This is how I treat my students..
That fragment from before. Emma, a gun, and a body slumped against the wall.
And why I murdered my sister. I tell myself I'm doing it for the children, but I know the real reasons. It's who I am, it's who I always have been and who I always will be. The children are just an excuse, a reason I say aloud to keep myself believing there is more to me than there really is.
Once more the scene shifts. More fighting, more planning, more killing., "After looking for Cable and Hope for months, Beast finds them for me. I don't ask him to bring them back. I tell X-force to go after them, to go after Bishop. Again I make X-force go to war for me, even with the lives of our students on the line. Logan tells me to wait, to send someone else, but I can't. I can't ask the X-men to commit murder. If the X-men cross the lines X-force has..if they do what I've forced the others to do, there will be nothing left to save when this war is over. The dream will truely be dead."
Emma put her hand on Scott's shoulder, "The dream is dead because I killed it, Scott. I haven't changed. I know this because Norman Osborn came to me. Not Magneto. Not Shaw. Not Sinister. Me."
Emma spoke of Osborn's cabal. Osborn had taken over the world and she knew it, and she didn't tell him. She sold all of mutant kind for a place at his table.
The table faded. They stooed outside the black door again, and then they stood in Cerebra's chamber.
Emma's voice actually cracked, "I'm sorr-"
"I love you."
"But you saw what I--"
"I don't care about Stark, or Namor. Those men don't know you, Emma... They never did, not like I do."
For Osborn's cabal, Scott believed she'd joined them to save their kind. They were both willing to do anything to save Mutantkind, and their students. It was who Emma was, but for Scott? he betrayed everything he ever was.
"No, you're wrong. You may think you're a murderer, or a criminal, but you're not." She was looking at the savior of mutant kind, right here. Right now. He was the one keeping them alive. He was the one that every mutant on earth would owe their lives to.
"You're wrong about my reasons, Scott. Through all of this, everything I've done, my biggest fear was losing you. I was going to kill Osborn. I would be killed trying. And honestly," She reached up and touched his cheek, "I would have preferred death to you believing I had betrayed you."
"I trust you, Emma. With my life, all of our lives. I told myself I was keeping everything from you to give you plausible deniability." He rested his hands on her arms, "But that was a lie. I thought I'd lose you over it."
"Hardly. Never once have I doubted you. Never once has my trust in you been less than absolute."
Scott shook his head, staring at her, "But you know that when all is said and done, we'll be cast out. By the X-men, the Avengers, everyone."
"I don't care."
"Are you sure?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."
They kissed. It lasted a long time.
No more secrets.
Do you trust me?
Forever.