authors notes: I think this will be the last chapter of this fic. I'm glad I finished it, though, it was my most successful fic to date. :) Thanks for all the lovely reviews everyone, they made me feel really great.
She still remembers the other side, the other side, where she was a person and she could feel her limbs.
She is not conscious of herself; she is never sure where she truly is. Her body does not feel like hers anymore, she is not matter or substance.
She can not describe how it makes her feel to be alive again, because she does not feel alive. She is simply there; she is simply floating above the water that took her life a few moments earlier. She feels as though she has wings, but she knows this is not possible, she knows it simply could not be.
She wonders why she is alive again.
She is a doctor, she has seen death in front of her very eyes and she has experienced it. She has seen the final breaths of patients, the calmness in their eyes as they grip her hand and disappear...where she is not certain. But she has seen death. And she does not believe this to be death.
Her skin...no it's not skin, she is not certain what it is. What would be her skin if she was human, burns so fiercely that she is surprised she is not on fire. Her heart aches horribly with every breath she takes; she only wants to be home again, she wants to be in his arms. But she does not think this is possible, she does not think he would be able to hold her like this. Her skin would hurt him, it would burn him, and she loves him so much that she does not want to cause him any more pain.
She has never felt so powerful. The power rages through her, building up, and she knows this is the only reason she is floating above the water like an ethereal being. The power is shooting through her, holding her up, and taking her home.
She will not question it. She realizes something, something is making her lips burn beyond recognition and she wants to scream, she can not control this rage building up in her. She clenches her fists, nails dig into her palms, she begins to bleed - is it blood? She is not sure. But she can not help it, she needs to say it, her soul is on fire and she wants to die again, death was more comforting than this (or was it? she wishes she could remember). If she could see her eyes, she would be shocked at the sight of flames rising in them. She is floating above water; her voice is ragged and completely different than Jean Grey's. But she is not Jean Grey anymore.
She is - she stops resisting, she smiles and whispers the word with a hint of amusement in her voice - "Phoenix."
She still remembers the other side, the other side, where she was a person and she could feel her limbs.
She is not conscious of herself; she is never sure where she truly is. Her body does not feel like hers anymore, she is not matter or substance.
She can not describe how it makes her feel to be alive again, because she does not feel alive. She is simply there; she is simply floating above the water that took her life a few moments earlier. She feels as though she has wings, but she knows this is not possible, she knows it simply could not be.
She wonders why she is alive again.
She is a doctor, she has seen death in front of her very eyes and she has experienced it. She has seen the final breaths of patients, the calmness in their eyes as they grip her hand and disappear...where she is not certain. But she has seen death. And she does not believe this to be death.
Her skin...no it's not skin, she is not certain what it is. What would be her skin if she was human, burns so fiercely that she is surprised she is not on fire. Her heart aches horribly with every breath she takes; she only wants to be home again, she wants to be in his arms. But she does not think this is possible, she does not think he would be able to hold her like this. Her skin would hurt him, it would burn him, and she loves him so much that she does not want to cause him any more pain.
She has never felt so powerful. The power rages through her, building up, and she knows this is the only reason she is floating above the water like an ethereal being. The power is shooting through her, holding her up, and taking her home.
She will not question it. She realizes something, something is making her lips burn beyond recognition and she wants to scream, she can not control this rage building up in her. She clenches her fists, nails dig into her palms, she begins to bleed - is it blood? She is not sure. But she can not help it, she needs to say it, her soul is on fire and she wants to die again, death was more comforting than this (or was it? she wishes she could remember). If she could see her eyes, she would be shocked at the sight of flames rising in them. She is floating above water; her voice is ragged and completely different than Jean Grey's. But she is not Jean Grey anymore.
She is - she stops resisting, she smiles and whispers the word with a hint of amusement in her voice - "Phoenix."