Lost
Another X-men Evolution femslash by Comet-hime
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Otherwise the world would be a happy place and the girls would be openly gay. Yeah.
Warning: If you haven't seen both halves of Dark Horizon and Impact, stop right now!!! This fic will spoil all three episodes and ruin the surprise of some of the stuff that happens. You have been warned.
It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. She kept repeating the words over and over in her mind, sitting as she was in the dark of her home. It just couldn't. But she could feel the cold, hard stone under her fingers, running them over it to feel traces of the lover that had once been there. She felt the truth burned into her with every touch.
Raven, her Raven, was dead.
Irene stroked her thumb across the cheek of her lover's frozen, broken face. She only had less than a half of it, so destroyed the living statue had been. It was enough. Agatha Harkness had told her everything, of course. How Nightcrawler, Raven's son, had wanted to save her, how Rogue was the only one who could do it. How the boy had pleaded with his sister to forget her hate and bring their mother back.
And how Rogue had chosen instead to shove her off the cliff.
She couldn't blame Rogue, of course. How could she? The girl had every right to be angry with her mother, to destroy her for what she had done. Besides, Rogue was her daughter too. She couldn't hate her. Not to say that she wasn't angry, no, part of her wanted to go to Xavier's mansion right now and strangle her in her sleep. But she was the only mother the girl had now, and she loved her, no matter how foolish she had acted.
A tear fell from her face onto the stone, and she rubbed it into the surface, hoping somehow that Raven could feel it. That she could know how much she missed her already. Their love had been the only thing that kept the shape shifter going at times, and now it was all gone. Mystique, her darling Raven had always come first. It was her need for solace after escaping from Magneto in Europe that had driven her to Irene in the first place, through a string of contacts. Irene kept her safe, and Raven in turn kept her sane, though neither of them knew it. They memorized every curve and taste of each other without need for the sight Irene didn't have. And once she had finally found peace, they adopted Rogue.
Raven left then, for Magneto needed her, and in some twisted way she was still bound to him. Irene raised Rogue on her own, never telling her about her other mother. When she did manage to sneak away and come home for a day or two she only saw Irene, never their daughter. She feared that if Magneto knew that Rogue was hers he would manipulate that to his own use, and she wouldn't allow it.
Of course, in the end and as Mystique she had ended up manipulating the girl on her own. And through it all Irene had remained loyal to her, loving no one else, and knowing no other.
Why did this have to happen? Why now, after all they had been through? Was fate so cruel as to tear their makeshift family apart like this, when it all seemed that it might come back together?
Irene threw the broken form across the floor, where it landed with a clatter, and curled up in her armchair to cry. What else could she do? It was all lost.
Another X-men Evolution femslash by Comet-hime
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Otherwise the world would be a happy place and the girls would be openly gay. Yeah.
Warning: If you haven't seen both halves of Dark Horizon and Impact, stop right now!!! This fic will spoil all three episodes and ruin the surprise of some of the stuff that happens. You have been warned.
It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. She kept repeating the words over and over in her mind, sitting as she was in the dark of her home. It just couldn't. But she could feel the cold, hard stone under her fingers, running them over it to feel traces of the lover that had once been there. She felt the truth burned into her with every touch.
Raven, her Raven, was dead.
Irene stroked her thumb across the cheek of her lover's frozen, broken face. She only had less than a half of it, so destroyed the living statue had been. It was enough. Agatha Harkness had told her everything, of course. How Nightcrawler, Raven's son, had wanted to save her, how Rogue was the only one who could do it. How the boy had pleaded with his sister to forget her hate and bring their mother back.
And how Rogue had chosen instead to shove her off the cliff.
She couldn't blame Rogue, of course. How could she? The girl had every right to be angry with her mother, to destroy her for what she had done. Besides, Rogue was her daughter too. She couldn't hate her. Not to say that she wasn't angry, no, part of her wanted to go to Xavier's mansion right now and strangle her in her sleep. But she was the only mother the girl had now, and she loved her, no matter how foolish she had acted.
A tear fell from her face onto the stone, and she rubbed it into the surface, hoping somehow that Raven could feel it. That she could know how much she missed her already. Their love had been the only thing that kept the shape shifter going at times, and now it was all gone. Mystique, her darling Raven had always come first. It was her need for solace after escaping from Magneto in Europe that had driven her to Irene in the first place, through a string of contacts. Irene kept her safe, and Raven in turn kept her sane, though neither of them knew it. They memorized every curve and taste of each other without need for the sight Irene didn't have. And once she had finally found peace, they adopted Rogue.
Raven left then, for Magneto needed her, and in some twisted way she was still bound to him. Irene raised Rogue on her own, never telling her about her other mother. When she did manage to sneak away and come home for a day or two she only saw Irene, never their daughter. She feared that if Magneto knew that Rogue was hers he would manipulate that to his own use, and she wouldn't allow it.
Of course, in the end and as Mystique she had ended up manipulating the girl on her own. And through it all Irene had remained loyal to her, loving no one else, and knowing no other.
Why did this have to happen? Why now, after all they had been through? Was fate so cruel as to tear their makeshift family apart like this, when it all seemed that it might come back together?
Irene threw the broken form across the floor, where it landed with a clatter, and curled up in her armchair to cry. What else could she do? It was all lost.