Author: Elizabeth Wilde
Title: Faded (1/1)
Series: Driving Force (set after "Repercussions")
Distribution: Anybody who has my fic, anybody who asks
Disclaimer: I don't own Scott, but I do own the whore
and the burly bartender! Go me!
Summary: Scott tries to lose himself in New York City.
Rating: PG-13 for language and stuff
Broadway is dark tonight
A little bit weaker than you used to be
Broadway is dark tonight
See the young man sitting
In the old man's bar
Waiting for his turn to die.
~Goo Goo Dolls "Broadway"
The constant hazy smoke in the bar had long ago moved
Scott's headache up to a migraine. His head pounded
with every beat of the tinny-sounding jukebox. A
half-finished beer, his first and last of the night,
sat on the counter in front of him.
The bartender threw an annoyed glance in the young
man's direction and groused, "You gonna drink that or
just memorize the label?" Receiving no reply, he
mumbled something about Scott being a "cheap bastard"
and turned away to attend more serious patrons.
It didn't really matter to Scott whether the bartender
hated him or not. //By tomorrow, I'll either be in
another bar or another city.// For almost a month,
New York City had provided refuge, an easy place to
get lost in the crowd. No one gave a second glance to
the morose young man with red sunglasses. Scott
sighed. He needed to be further away. It was still
tempting to return to Westchester.
A skinny woman-almost a girl-with long, stringy
bleached-blond hair and too much make-up even in the
dim light sat down at the bar next to Scott and
offered her best approximation of a sultry smile.
"Hey, there. You look like you could use some
Scott gave her a sideways glance, then stared
resolutely at his beer. "No thanks."
"Aw, c'mon, it won't cost you much."
Her hand moved to his thigh, sliding higher and higher
until Scott caught her wrist. "I'm not interested,
The woman jerked her hand away, obviously angry.
"Fuck you, loser," she hissed before stalking over to
another man on the other end of the bar.
//Can't even have a civil conversation with a
hooker,// he half-joked to himself. His gaze scanned
the bar. The people inside were no different than the
people he had seen in any other bar, and most of them
were there for more or less the same reason he was: to
forget, to be forgotten, to get lost in the shadows.
A few odd jobs here and there plus a lifetime of
savings kept Scott in cheap food and scuzzy motels
with little trouble. //Is this really the way I want
to live my life? Do I want to run forever? Of
course, even if I don't, I can't go back to the only
real home I've ever had.// Returning to the school
wasn't an option, and his parents had certainly pushed
thoughts of him as far from their minds as possible.
He was a freak, an embarrassment, a blight on their
flawless social record.
At first after he left, he held some sort of bizarre
hope that someone would come after him, beg him to
come home. But weeks passed and no one came. He
still regretted having had to face Logan before
leaving. The lack of reproach in the other man's eyes
still weighed on him. //Logan, of all people, is
probably the only one who understands. He did the
same damn thing. Fuck.//
Unable to take sitting quietly anymore, Scott put his
money down on the counter and shuffled quickly out of
the bar. The air outside was only marginally cleaner,
and his lungs protested the change for the thousandth
time. After spending so many years in the clean
country atmosphere of Xavier's School for Gifted
Youngsters, his body and mind were ill prepared to
face city life. //But where else could I be just
//Not that I need to hide. No one is looking. The
professor could find me anytime he wanted. But he
hasn't. And he won't.// Scott kicked an empty can
into a ditch and watched the dirty sidewalk as he
headed back to his motel. //And I can't go back on my
own. What does the fearless leader of the X-Men do
when challenged with adversity?// Scott thought
bitterly. //He runs.//
I need feedback on this one! Pretty please?
Peace & Love,
~"We've always been ready for female superheroes because women want to be them and men want to do them." -Famke Janssen~
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