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    Title: Fear of Flying Universe: X-Men Movieverse Author: Staramber Summary: Sometimes it gets hard to do everyday things. Feedback: Please Archiving: As long
    Message 1 of 1 , Jan 31, 2004
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      Title: Fear of Flying
      Universe: X-Men Movieverse
      Author: Staramber
      Summary: Sometimes it gets hard to do everyday things.
      Feedback: Please
      Archiving: As long as you let me know first.
      Disclaimer: This all belongs to Fox and Marvel. I make no money from


      He looked at the paper folded in his hand to see if it had changed
      in the last two minuets. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice
      told him that the details of his execution were written on the
      paper. When he looked it was only a name and an address written in
      neat black script.

      She was called Amanda. She was an upper middle class, well adjusted
      child with mediocre grades and a developing power. There was nothing
      remarkable about this child (at least nothing he hadn't seen before)
      or what he was about to do. It was a simple preliminary interview,
      the kind that every child had to go through. Mr Summers would
      quietly explain to the parents the benefits of sending their child
      away wile Dr Grey would talk with the child. Only this time Miss
      Munroe would be coming with him. If it wasn't bad enough that he had
      to do this interview without her, the Professor had also suggested
      that they should take the jet to Chicago. Thankfully had managed to
      convince the Professor to let them take a normal flight, flight 742
      to be precise.

      They all tried to reassure him. A single day hadn't gone by when he
      was told his fears where rational and justified. Rational and
      justified or not it still wasn't right for him to feel afraid. He
      was supposed to be helping them with the loss of their friend and
      team mate. He was supposed to put on a brave face and help them
      carry on as usual not make matters worse by being unable to do a
      simple interview. He thought it wouldn't be long before they
      realised how weak he was and throw him off the team. In his life he
      trusted that he would always be two things; a devoted boyfriend and
      the leader of the X-men. He couldn't bear to lose both.

      Musing on who they would get to replace him he threw his head
      backwards. His hair, which he had let grow too long out of
      carelessness, fell down his dusky grey shirt. He pulled down on his
      tie to ease the tightening in his throat and exhaled slowly. Ororo
      brought her head to the side. Scott was dreading the `sympathetic'
      comment that she was about to make.

      "You know you'll end up looking like Logan."

      She ran her fingers through his hair before strolling away. He
      grinned and lifted his head to watch the last passengers getting of
      the plane. They seamed so calm and happy after spending so long
      trapped in a metal box above the clouds. He wondered if they knew
      just how many things could go wrong. He wondered if they had ever
      seen it happen.

      He was distracted by a small white snowflake fluttering down past
      the window, watching it spiral down and flutter with the slightest
      gust of wind. By the time it reached the runway it was joined by
      thousands of others falling with a sudden intensity.

      "Ladies and gentlemen we regret to inform you that due to the freak
      weather all further flights have been cancelled."

      Most people turned in surprise to look out of the windows. Outside a
      thick layer of snow covered the runway, snow that hadn't been there
      moments before. Reluctantly they slowly started to leave, passing on
      their way a man in red glasses who was smiling to himself. Ororo
      pushed her way through the crowds to where Scott was sitting with
      their bags.

      "Where did you go?"

      "I went to the bathroom. We should go, she can wait."

      He smiled at her and grabbed their bags. Ororo was right, for once
      in his life they could all wait.

      The End
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