Short little ending
Title: Happy, Shiny Morning
Rated: PG (Marie and John living in sin)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and am getting no money.
Summary: Just a description of the happily ever after
life John and Marie share after their long and
complicated journey through the Love Letters Series.
Marie woke smiling when the day�s sunlight streamed
through the poorly covered window across form the bed.
She could feel John�s overly warm body pressed
against her back. With a content sigh she rolled
towards him. Ignoring the press of the futon�s metal
rungs into her back she found a comfortable position
with her cheek resting against John�s shoulder.
A heavier sleeper than Marie it was an unconscious
movement that brought his arm around her, keeping her
close. Not that she was complaining about her
situation. She reveled in the warmth he radiated.
She was just so happy.
Snuggling against him she could smell smoke. He�d
had a mission for Magneto last night. He�d changed
his clothes but the smell always stubbornly stayed on
his skin and in his hair. With that olfactory
indicator she could always tell when he�d been out.
She never said that she knew when he slipped away;
never brought the analyzing light of day onto the
topic. He never said anything about when she
disappeared to fight alongside the X-men. Though, she
often wondered if there was something about her that
gave away she�d been off fighting for peace. They
were both still fringe members of their respective
mutant organization. When Xavier called Rogue
reported for duty. When Magneto needed Pyro, the
young man appeared at the designated location. It was
a situation they simply chose to ignore.
The only rule they applied was they wouldn�t fight
against each other. It had happened only twice, and
both times they�d stayed out of the action, watching
from the sidelines. Both had been chewed out rather
thoroughly later, but neither could stomach the idea
of hurting the other. If it occurred again, they�d
take the punishment again.
With a smile Marie wiggled up to look at John�s face.
She loved him so much. She looked at his handsome,
peaceful face for a few minutes before planting a
quick kiss on his still lips. They turned up into a
smile, �My favorite way to wake up� he mumbled.
�Get up John� he used the arm he still had around her
to pull her down on top of him. �You have a meeting
with your publisher at noon.� He was still smiling
when he opened his eyes.
�I love you Marie� she broke into a smile and giggled
�I love you too John.� He was so adorable, even in
this bleary, half awake state. �But you do have to
get up. Ms. Jacobs is expecting you.� She scooted
back, out of his embrace, and looked at him
He rolled over and put his bare feet on the floor
with a sigh. �Don�t I pay Randi to deal with these
business meetings for me?�
�Randi is your agent. Ms. Jacobs wants to meet with
her artist, make sure you�re still writing.�
John had gotten off the low bed and made it to the
closet. �Of coarse I am� He replied, stripping off
his shirt. �I�m inspired enough for years.� Marie
watched him from the bed. Standing in his boxers,
bent over looking through the plastic crate on the
closet floor that served as a dresser drawer, she
smiled appreciatively. He was beautiful. That really
wasn�t the adjective she wanted, but it was an
accurate description. The lines of his body, the
confident posture, the texture, it was all just
The edge of a little clear patch peaked out, ever so
slightly, from the top of his boxers. John and Marie
weren�t the only union between Brotherhood and X-men.
In a purely professional collaboration Dr. Henry McCoy
and one of the scientists Magneto keeps on hand had
developed the patch.
It was a little like the birth control patch. But
John hated that description so they usually compared
it to a Nicotine patch. The little square increased
his body�s production of the chemicals that allowed
him to manipulate fire without being burned. It was
pretty much a biochemical wonder. Both scientists
could have expected some serious acclaim if the patch
didn�t have such limited use.
She could still remember the day, about 2 months
after Marie had moved out of the mansion. It was a
cure she had doubted would ever exist, delivered right
to her door by UPS. Apparently Magneto�s woman had
kept Rogue and her power as a side project since the
days of Liberty Island. She�d done extensive work
classifying mutants and had a pretty through
understanding of Pyro�s gift. Her information on
Rogue had been incomplete and that was why she called
on McCoy. Between their two minds they came up with
something that would allow Rogue to touch the one she
Why still remained a burning question. But neither
one of the couple wanted to start questioning motives.
Hank was a good man, he wanted people happy. Pyro
didn�t know the other scientist real well, but it
seemed to him her reasons were the same as Hanks. She
wanted to make some mutants happy.
John turned around, holding the pants and shirt he
planned to wear. �Shower First, Smokey� she advised.
He sniffed the air. The ashy smell hung around him.
�Suppose I better� and he made his way through his
office to the hall and the bathroom.
It wasn�t a bad apartment. It had a kitchen, living
room, and a tiny little bathroom off the entryway, and
two bedrooms, all for $575 a month. It wasn�t a great
neighborhood, but when you could control fire or put
someone in a coma with minimal effort, you didn�t
really worry if the area was a little rough.
John could have had a much nicer place. Lines Blurred
was popular, selling great. People just ate up his
gypsies and the vivid descriptions that filled its
pages. He already had a huge demand for his next
book. He�d gotten an advance and was well on his way
to finishing it.
But Marie was paying half the rent. She refused to
be a kept woman. A situation like that just went
against her very fiber. So Marie waited tables at a
coffeehouse down a few blocks. Most of her money went
to school, she was a Psychology major at a nearby
university. But, she always made rent and her share
of the bills.
She popped off the futon and over to the closet. Her
plastic crate sat right next to John�s on the floor.
Stripping off her shirt she replaced it with a bra.
Plain and white, those puffy lacey ones had never been
her style. She smiled slyly- except on special
occasions. She peeled back the waistband of her
pajama bottoms for just a second. The little patch
was still firmly attached to her skin. In a show of
solidarity she�d opted for the patch over the pill.
If John had to wear one, she would too.
That had been an odd visit to the gynecologist.
Mutant or not, she was 21 and needed to have a girly
doctor. Her doctor was a mutant sympathizer, knew
about Rogue�s condition. So she was a little confused
by the request for birth control. Marie herself had
never actually imagined the topic would concern her.
She�d long ago given up the idea of physical intimacy
on that level. But with John�s patch, things had
eventually progressed to the point where they needed
to be responsible.
Marie smiled to herself at the thought of John�s
lips. She daydreamed about them as she languidly
found clothes in the closet and put them on.
Eventually, the whine in pipes meant John was turning
off the shower. The noise snapped Marie out of her
thoughts and inspired her to finish getting dressed
quickly. She was applying her makeup when John
appeared in the doorway between his office and the
bedroom. Water dripped from the ends of his hair and
splattered on the floor around his bare feet. His
pants were on but his black dress shirt still hung
�Do I have to wear a tie for this thing?� he looked
confused; but also so sweet. She laughed at him.
�You can engulf a building in flames with a flick of
your wrist and you�re anxious over a necktie.� He
smiled that warm grin that made her melt inside.
She smiled; they had both taken to this �normal life�
thing pretty well. She had her part time job and was
going to school to become a psychologist. The classes
were interesting and she was really looking forward to
graduating and getting on her way. She wanted to be
able to help people.
Glancing at the clock she noted John needed to get
going. She pulled a tie from the crate. �Wear the
tie� he grumbled but put it on and buttoned his shirt.
�Now go� she ordered. There was no reason to be
late. She was pushing him toward the door when
�What?� Marie was worried there was something wrong.
He turned and looked into her eyes, �I love you
�I love you too John� he kissed her. He kissed her
with a passion that made her weak in the knees. He
did that whenever he left, and yet she never got used
to how sincere that confession of love was. It made
her whole head warm and fuzzy.
Smiling he went to work. After the door closed Marie
couldn�t help but stare at its blank surface and smile
about how wonderful things had turned out.
*�~, THE END,~�*
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