Fic: "Fear of Flying" Scott, Ororo post X2
- Title: Fear of Flying
Universe: X-Men Movieverse
Summary: Sometimes it gets hard to do everyday things.
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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
"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.