Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-04 10:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), j'onn j'onzz (martian manhunter) |
Who: Emma and John
Where: Irvine General
What: John hears some of her exchange with Nathan and comes to find out how she is.
When: After this log
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 for angst
Status Complete.
Emma was still in the hospital contemplating what she’d learned. She didn’t know what to feel. They were in a horrible future, under attack, and her husband didn’t remember her at all. She knew the first two facts should matter more, but she couldn’t get over the last one. She was in the cafeteria picking a danish into small parts without eating any of them. She couldn’t even touch portions of the information he’d given her. One thing stood out. Scott had a daughter in the future, and it wasn’t with her. She felt crushed. If he remembered that future when (if), he returned, would he still love her? Would he even be the same man? Six years was a long time, and people changed over time.
John had felt her pain and her strange communication as a weird feeling. And so, already planning to come to her, he stopped, got some really good steak burgers and really good coffee, and then headed to see her. When he got there, he went invisible until he arrived in the room she was in and faded back to view. “I come in peace and bring food and drink for the troubled.” His voice was warm and gentle.
Emma was startled when he appeared. The cafeteria wasn’t that busy, she didn’t think he could sneak up on her. “I don’t think I can eat right now. You’re early.”
“I know. Your little adventure was loud enough to draw me to you.” He smiled faintly and put a bag and a cup of coffee for her down then settled opposite her with his bag, “I stopped and got real good food and coffee, for whenever you feel up to them and I present myself to you for conversation, should you desire it.” He flashed her a rather nice smile.
Emma nodded, and took a drink of coffee. It really was good. “I made contact with Nate.”
John nodded, sipping his own coffee. “How?” A good starting question, he thought. He was startled and curious.
“I think we were assisted, but I can’t say who helped. Nate probably could. It’s fuzzier now, he gave me a massive burst of information, I’m still sorting through it.” She looked down at her coffee cup. “He says it’s been six years so far.”
John listened. “Perhaps someone else in the future who was a telepath? Or, Martian science had devices that could boost mental power.” He nodded, then he blinked. “Where did they go then? Six years, but...” And he swore. “Time travel.”
“I think it was a person. Perhaps an older version of him. If I remember correctly, he lives to be extremely old, and death doesn’t really affect him much.” She tapped her fingernail on the table, the first outward sign of the growing anger inside her. She was so done with all this. She just wanted to be have a normal life with her new husband. Was that too much to ask? “They’ve been mentally blocked, for some reason, from remembering certain aspects of the present.”
John nodded. “Perhaps that telepath had something to do with it, or whoever it was who took them from here? So that they would accomplish their mission.” He frowned as he sipped his coffee. “I’m sorry. We can step up our preparations and try to contact them tomorrow?”
“I think we should leave it alone, for now. If we catch him in the middle of a fight, it may be a distraction, and I would rather not witness his death in the future through his eyes.” She was truly worried about all of them, now. It was a strange and potent mixture of emotions.
John winced, then nodded. “Okay. I will give you my cell number, then. If you feel him trying to make contact, beep me and I will find a place to go quiet and reach out to boost your reception.” He grinned.
“Thank you.” Emma said, with a nod. “I’ll keep you posted on any developments.”
John nodded, and put her burger down. “For later. Try to get some rest, too. They’ll all need you when they come back, a lot.” He felt compassion for all of them and wished he could help more.
“I will. I’m doing alright, all things considered.” Emma stood, because it was polite. “Thank you for coming by to check on me.”
John rose and handed over his card. His personal number was written on the back. “You’re welcome. When this is done, we should have coffee. Seems like only right to be normal people at some point,” A pause. “As normal as we get, anyway.”
“I’d like that. Have a good day.” She smiled at him, tucking the card away.
FIN.