Memory.
===Author's Notes: This is my *counts* fifth or sixth Impulse/Young Justice fanfic and the first of quite a few I'm planning for Meloni Thawne. Anyway, the idea hit me at 6:13 a.m. on 11/21/00. A letter from Meloni to Bart. Some--okay, most--of the story probably won't fit the plotline of either Impulse or YJ. So shoot me.===
The first time I held you, it was a miracle. You were so tiny, so perfect, I wanted to cry. You were so loud, windmilling your arms around at eye-blurring speed, wailing like the end of the world was upon you.
But the instant the nurse handed you to me, you hushed, staring up at me with bright yellow eyes underneath a mess of fluffy red-brown hair. Those innocent eyes helped heal a hole in my heart that had formed when your father died. I remember touching your little nose, not hearing the doctor's nervous words until he blurted, "Your son has a problem." Do you know what it feels like, the pang of fear following words like that?
You had hyper-metabolism--your body would age prematurely as a direct result from your genetically inherite speed.
They took you to the infant nursery.
And when they came back, they told me you were dead.
That was the second time my world ended.
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Numbness and rage engulfed my person and I admit, I wasn't someone to hang around with. I almost didn't listen to Iris, but thank God I did.
You were alive.
I'm not sure how Iris found out where you were, but she did and fury blinded me. My own father--my disillusioned, hatred filled father--kidnapped you and kept you locked up inside an Earthgov lab.
It was the first time I'd seen you in over two years. They had you in a tank of fluid, a VR helmet over your head and wires stuck to your body.
You had grown to a physical adolescent, somewhat tall with the large feet I always had. Wild red-brown hair floated around your emotionless face.
Iris and I got you out, ripping the sensory wires off of you, wrenching the VR visor over your head. You had blinked suddenly, your yellow eyes bewildered and lost-looking. You refused to even move until I, hurt, snapped something about cowardice and a devilish light appeared in your eyes. Obviously, being in a comatose state for the majority of your life hadn't caused you to be weak. Hoisting both me and my mother-in-law up, you took off at a speed I'd never felt before, occassionally asking for directions.
And then you left with Iris, going to the twentieth century where you would be safer, where your aging would be safer and no Earthgov would be after you. At times I wish I was there with you, to see you grow older and to know your heartaches. To be there when you're wed and starting your own family. I know I must stay here, in my own time, and help the people protect themselves from Earthgov and my father.
Despite the divide between us, I hope you realize that I love you for who you are.
I'm sending you this message via XS and I pray no-one intercepts is.
Forever Love,
Meloni Thawne.
===Author's Notes: This is my *counts* fifth or sixth Impulse/Young Justice fanfic and the first of quite a few I'm planning for Meloni Thawne. Anyway, the idea hit me at 6:13 a.m. on 11/21/00. A letter from Meloni to Bart. Some--okay, most--of the story probably won't fit the plotline of either Impulse or YJ. So shoot me.===
The first time I held you, it was a miracle. You were so tiny, so perfect, I wanted to cry. You were so loud, windmilling your arms around at eye-blurring speed, wailing like the end of the world was upon you.
But the instant the nurse handed you to me, you hushed, staring up at me with bright yellow eyes underneath a mess of fluffy red-brown hair. Those innocent eyes helped heal a hole in my heart that had formed when your father died. I remember touching your little nose, not hearing the doctor's nervous words until he blurted, "Your son has a problem." Do you know what it feels like, the pang of fear following words like that?
You had hyper-metabolism--your body would age prematurely as a direct result from your genetically inherite speed.
They took you to the infant nursery.
And when they came back, they told me you were dead.
That was the second time my world ended.
********************************************************
Numbness and rage engulfed my person and I admit, I wasn't someone to hang around with. I almost didn't listen to Iris, but thank God I did.
You were alive.
I'm not sure how Iris found out where you were, but she did and fury blinded me. My own father--my disillusioned, hatred filled father--kidnapped you and kept you locked up inside an Earthgov lab.
It was the first time I'd seen you in over two years. They had you in a tank of fluid, a VR helmet over your head and wires stuck to your body.
You had grown to a physical adolescent, somewhat tall with the large feet I always had. Wild red-brown hair floated around your emotionless face.
Iris and I got you out, ripping the sensory wires off of you, wrenching the VR visor over your head. You had blinked suddenly, your yellow eyes bewildered and lost-looking. You refused to even move until I, hurt, snapped something about cowardice and a devilish light appeared in your eyes. Obviously, being in a comatose state for the majority of your life hadn't caused you to be weak. Hoisting both me and my mother-in-law up, you took off at a speed I'd never felt before, occassionally asking for directions.
And then you left with Iris, going to the twentieth century where you would be safer, where your aging would be safer and no Earthgov would be after you. At times I wish I was there with you, to see you grow older and to know your heartaches. To be there when you're wed and starting your own family. I know I must stay here, in my own time, and help the people protect themselves from Earthgov and my father.
Despite the divide between us, I hope you realize that I love you for who you are.
I'm sending you this message via XS and I pray no-one intercepts is.
Forever Love,
Meloni Thawne.