Jean Grey (greyed_out) wrote in x_2012, @ 2011-01-09 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | phoenix, professor x, wolverine |
Who: Jean and an inert Nate, Xavier, Wolverine
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Craven Park
What: Jean finds Nate
Warnings: Sadness.
Ever since the dream that had woken her shaking in a cold sweat a few days before, Jean had been struggling to keep her shields up. It was as if the huge waves of psychic pressure that had swamped the ether of the Eastern Seaboard had been trying to drown her. Eddie was a shelter from the hurricane, but even a shelter can only take so much battering, and he'd been as affected as she was. Perhaps more affected. Physically, even, seeing as he'd taken to walking with a cane.
And so it was that Jean was even more unprepared for the maelstrom that threatened her very sanity when she felt the backlash Nate unleashed his rage on Sabretooth. It quite literally sent Jean to her knees screaming as waves of loss and pain blasted through her mind threatening to rip to tatters the few anchors that held her to her sanity.
As soon as she clawed her own way back to consciousness, she knew who it was, knew the colors of the textures of that mind, even if it hadn't been directed at her this time.
"NATE!" she gasped, her hand reaching for her brother in a futile gesture that mimicked the searching that was already going on with her mind.
I'm a telepath, I can find you... I can find you anywhere... I WILL find you anywhere.... she sent out pleadingly, desperately.
Heedless of her appearance, which was quite frightful though completely predictable given the circumstances, Jean rushed from the home she shared with Eddie, not even stopping to see if he was there, if he'd heard what she had, if he could help or ever if he needed help himself in the aftermath. Her mind, her soul, her very being was focused on one thing and one thing only. Nate.
In the days that followed, the next few minutes would be a blur to Jean. To her mind, one moment she was leaving home, the next she was crouched at her brother's side, heedless of snow and mud and slush and blood, pulling his inert body into her arms. She thought he was dead. He looked dead, and the noise that usually came from him, that she could hear when she was close to him, was muted her own receptors hurting from the blast that had all but summoned her to his side. Flying. She hadn't even known she could fly. Would that her first experience of it had been something joyful and not something tragic.
It wasn't until her hands found his face, when her skin touched his, that she felt herself drawn almost against her will into his memories. His memories... so chaotic. But there. Still there.
A beast with the face of a man, a feral man but still a man. Coming... coming to kill... to rend and tear.... And then another face coming between them. A familiar face. A beloved face. Stepping between the raging feral and Nate, stopping him a moment, and paying the ultimate price. His spirit slipping away and taking her brother's will to live with it.
Blinking, she came back to herself, her soft sobs seeming loud to her own ears as she rocked on her knees in the mud.
She hadn't even know she had a brother, and then he was all the family she had. And now he was all but a husk in her arms.
You can't lie mind to mind, Nate... if you can hear me in there... I love you, Brother. I love you.
As she slowly pulled her mind back only to project it once more towards the Haven, to that place of safety that had taken him in and she only hoped would protect him now, she carefully shielded her grief and sent out a desperate plea. She could only hope someone at the Haven would hear and send help.
She didn't believe in God, but right now she felt like all she could do was pray. She didn't know who she was praying for: herself, the dead one, or her comatose brother. In the end, it didn't matter.