Ficlet: "Don't Hold Me" by Spyre
- Title: Don't Hold Me
Time Frame: Set durin' the movie.
Disclaimers: I disclaim if I ever claimed which I never did.
Archiving: I don't care as long as I know where.
Feedback: I don't expect any.
Summary: I don't know yet. Haven't written it.
Thanks: Boredom and obsession
Marie walked into the med lab. Its cold, sleek features went unnoticed as she
kept that steady gaze on his unmoving form, resting like a corpse on the
steel gurney. She approached his side, brown eyes taking in every detail. He
was shirtless, bandaged, hooked up to machines. The pulsation of the heart
monitor laced her ears and her own heart with trepidation. She'd put him
here. Lips parted in an attempt to breathe again. The professor was well, so
why couldn't Logan wake up? Why had he done this to himself... and for her no
less? She tore her eyes from the sight, looking around the room, warm tears
crept into her eyes and everything went blurry at the bottom of her vision.
She blinked back, feeling that sweeping confusion and worry slither through
her efforts of retaining some sense of control. She couldn't keep away,
looking back to him... She laid a gloved hand to the side of his arm on the
metal surface, not daring or allowing herself to touch him even though it was
safe. Safe? She could have choked out a laugh if she made the effort, but it
snagged in her throat and she felt what control she had left waver, swaying
in its feeble stand. She raised her forearm to her eyes, hiding them, feeling
the salt water of her tears seep through the soft fabric, tears she wouldn't
let herself cry. She'd cried too many times in her life. She lowered her arm.
But wasn't Logan worth it? Logan was worth it... but she wasn't. It would be
self pity if she gave in... but she did... "Why did you do it?"... her voice
shivered in its quiet tones, disappearing into the sterile, unforgiving
expanse of the room. Tears trained down her cheeks, dropped silently until
one hit the metal... a plunk. The sound made her knees weak and her stomach
turn. And her hand went to his face impulsively as she leaned in, she
couldn't stop herself... Moving covered fingertips over the side of his face,
"I'm not worth it," she whispered... Stepping over just enough to rest her
cheek on the mass of hair near his brow...
"Marie," a voice came ragged in her ear as if back from the dead. She jumped
back, nearly falling. Her glistening eyes were wide, her mouth working to say
something -- though what the hell could she say? Had she even heard it? He
just laid there, like he had all along -- still, unmoving... the heart
monitor beeping regularly as it always had. She covered her mouth with her
hand as if in a dream, feeling sick, feeling things she didn't want to feel,
especially the fact that Logan was still in her head... and especially the
strange sensation that she might be going insane. She fled the room, her
pulse pounding through her body as she swallowed the sobs and half-wobbled,
half-ran down the corridor. Why did he do it? She wasn't worth it.
Beep... beep... beep... beep... And -all- was as it had been before she'd
"Marie," a whisper... and the blackness swept over him with its ebbing tide,
washing him away from images of a girl he could barely hold on to...