This takes place right after X-Force 48 but before 49. This is what should have happened after the whole stupid as hell Intervention story. Feedback, questions, and flames will all be excepted, though flames will be deleted. Thank you, and good night.
Author's Note: This was the product of a power struggle between me and Midnight's Jewel. She didn't want to write anything and I did. So if this is bad, it's her fault.
The stars were shining brightly in the sky, and the moon hung overhead, white as ivory. A young woman stood in the light, staring up at the stars. The moonlight washed out her already pale blonde hair turning it an almost slivery white. Tears slipped down her cheeks silently, as she lowered herself to the ground and hugged her slender body tightly.
It had been a bad night. Her friends, the only family she had, had turned against her. They had forced her to open up to them, to tell them why she would put her life in danger to help a madman. They wouldn't understand. No one could understand, because she didn't understand herself.
But it had felt right, to help that madman. It had made her feel as though she was changing the world, if only a little bit.
Maybe she should never have come here, to this place, to this team at all. Maybe she just should have stayed on the streets, a run away with no one to care about her. Then she would never have felt the pain of everyone and everything that she loved living her.
Maybe she had a death wish. Maybe in some dark corner of her secret heart she had wanted the madman to be insane, and strike her down. Maybe she had wanted him to kill her, because she didn't have the guts to do it herself.
Maybe she had wanted to believe that everyone could be saved. Maybe she wanted to believe that because she needed to be saved. Maybe she would have had a family again if everyone could be saved.
Maybe she had done it to get attention. Because she certainly got a lot of that, when she had tried to save this madman.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. That's all she could think of right now. Maybes. She had nothing solid, nothing she could base her feelings on. All she had were maybes.
They weren't enough. She wanted something more, something diffident. Something she could touch, and smell and see. Something that was real.
The girl put her head down on her knees and began to cry harder. Tears fell quickly down her skinny cheeks as she wept openly. Sobs shook her tiny body, threatening to tear her apart.
Everything fell apart. She had no one again, no one to care if she cried or not. Everyone left her, because she couldn't tell them why she had wanted to help the madman.
But it was okay. She had had no one before. She could get by. She had done it before. She could do it again.
The girl slowly pulled herself to her feet and headed back toward the mansion. She needed to sleep. Sleep would help her forget.
The girl walked slowly up the stairs and into the dark house. Softly, she walked past the kitchen. That was where they were. The ones who told her that she had to choose, choose between her maybes and her family. And she couldn't do it.
A soft sound stopped her as she walked past the kitchen. It sounded like a muffled sob, some one who was trying to keep everyone from hearing them cry.
She stopped, and gently pushed the door open. Inside, a young man sat, his head resting on his hand. His shoulders shook with sobs, and tears fell from his eyes.
The girl bit her lip, and stepped back. The door swung closed silently. The man would never know that she had been there.
Why was he crying anyway? He shouldn't be crying. HE had been the one to cut her out of his life. It had been HIS choice. So why was he crying?
She put her hand up to her face to rub away the tears that had began to fall again. Why was he crying? Why was he…?
Sobs racked her tiny form once again, harder this time. But she had the right to cry. He had cut her out of his life. She had the right to cry.
With out warning a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind. She tried to struggle, to pull away, but they held her tight. Twisting around, the girl looked up into her captor's face. It was stained with tears, as many tears as she had shed.
She tried to struggle, to twist away, but he held her fast. The harder she struggled the harder he held her to him.
Finally, she just gave up and began to cry against him. She could feel him shaking with sobs as he held her. This only made her cry harder.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She whispered against him.
"Ah'm sorry too." He whispered against her hair, his voice breaking in the middle of his sentence.
Slowly Tabitha pulled away from him. Sam looked back at her softly, reaching out a hand to wipe the tears away. Then he bent down to kiss her swollen lips softly. They stood in each other's arms for the rest of the night.