Paragons

Issue 13- Lovesick

Krakoa

Pixie stood and waited, hand clasped over her mouth. They'd been talking for what felt like hours, discussing and debating what they were going to do about this new 'Darktruth problem'. She let out a long sigh at that thought, it seemed like there was always a new 'Darktruth problem' and sadly they usually weren't his fault. Not entirely.

  She could understand how people got so frustrated at the man, he did have a tendency to dive from dilemma to disaster. Yet it wasn't something he did deliberately, in fact it was quite the opposite in her experience. He wanted desperately to help out and make things better that he often put himself in situations that had the opposite effect.

  Yet that wasn't what other people saw and she knew it; they looked at Darktruth and saw a catastrophe waiting to happen. She couldn't deny that it didn't frustrate her at times, sometimes so much she wanted to scream, and it was as much at Darktruth as it was everyone else. They refused to see how much he cared and tried to do good, but at the same time, it wasn't as if he ever tried to make them see who he really was. He was the kind of person to just charge into whatever he thought was right and then deal with the consequences later. It was a trait she admired in him as equally as she hated it.

  Her head turned as her eyes fell upon the red-haired Hope who left the Quiet Council chambers, her head was bowed in thought until her eyes connected with Megan and she put on a smile.

  "Hey, how are you doing?"

  Megan swallowed as she dropped her hand to her side. "Okay, I guess. This is weird. It is weird isn't it?"

  "You mean the fact that the guy we thought was dead just rocked back up, and that means the one that's been running around since is a copy?" Hope asked. "Yeah, it's weird." She bit her lip. "Sorry. Things are a bit... intense right now. This was pretty much the kind of thing everyone wanted to avoid, so it's a bit of a mess."

  "So it's definitely him? The... old one?" Pixie found herself suddenly uncertain how to refer to him, the Darktruth that had suddenly turned up again.

  Hope gave a shrug. "They're pretty sure. Pretty hard to be certain since psychics have trouble reading him, but they seem to think it is. There was also an incident in Gezag recently, apparently. They think that might have been him escaping."

  Pixie's throat clenched as she fought against the desire to drop to her knees. All of a sudden it just hit her like a truck; not only did this mean that the Darktruth she had been spending time with, been intimate with, was not the Darktruth she had originally loved, but it also meant she had left him in that horrid country. She'd left him to whatever torture or experimentation they put him through, and because she was so certain she had 'saved' him he was, in fact, completely forgotten.

  Hope's face scrunched up as she caught the way Pixie's body shook. "What's wrong?"

  "I-I-I..." she stammered, in conflict with herself to get the words out. "I thought I... I messed up."

  Hope moved forward and took her into a light hug, resting the girl's head against her shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. We couldn't know."

  Megan sniffled as she tried to stop herself from crying. She didn't want to, especially not with Hope holding her. She should be stronger than that, she used to be an X-Man after all. She was sure none of them would act like that, would they?

  "Pixie?" came a soft voice, and the two young women broke apart to turn to Emma as she approached them. "We need you to do something."

  She breathed in through her nose. "Do they know what they wanna do?"