Alone by Tasa
Summary: Inspired by the prompt, "She gave it to me just before she died."

The original ending.
Categories: X1 Characters: None
Genres: Drabble, General, Vignette
Tags: None
Warnings: None
Series: A Twist of Luck
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 371 Read: 2409 Published: 12/10/2009 Updated: 12/10/2009

1. Alone by Tasa

Alone by Tasa
My hand closes around the pendant that hangs from my neck. A gold M on a chain I’ve since replaced a dozen times. I’m not exactly gentle with the things I wear. She gave it to me right before she died, asked me to hold the bloody thing for her while she was gone. I don’t know why she couldn’t stick it in a jewellery box before she left, she had enough of them, but instead she gave it to me. Ten seconds before dashing out of the jet she stopped and pulled it off. Told me it would give me good luck. She should have kept it – maybe it would have brought her that luck instead.
The building went up in flames soon after we got in. Some sort of defence mechanism I guess, but we turned tail and booked it out of there as fast as we could. We burst the door and ran right into gunfire. Christ, Charles had been wrong when he said this place was abandoned. One-eye took them out fast, but the team on the other side of the building were not as efficient. By the time we got there Jean’s voice was yelling so loud in my head I thought it was going to explode. I don’t remember tearing through the three guards left standing, or how I found Marie in the first place – but I do remember feeling the warmth drain from her body as I prayed for her skin to switch on. I remember the sweet smell of her perfume, so faint under all the stench of death around us. The sheen of sweat on her forehead that left a salty taste on my lips, I swear I can still taste it every time I think of her.
And so I lay here at night, I don’t know how many years it’s been – I’ve stopped counting a long time ago. I drift off to sleep, my hand still holding the only thing I have that links me to her. A breeze drifts in through the open window, and I catch the faintest whisper of that perfume.
And, as always, I dream of her.
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