euphoria

I Do Now

"How are you holding up, Miss Cyrus?" Charles was walking with Ash towards Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Moira in tow.

"I'm doing fine, Charles, and I think we're beyond you calling me Miss Cyrus. It's Ash." Ash replied, grinning, relishing Charles's touch, his arm tenderly round her waist.

"Or should I say Ashlynn Harriet Cyrus Grey?" He cheekily revealed, looking down at her.

"You read my mind?"

"Even better. Raven told me."

"Well, at least as soon as Charles gives the heads up you can start your interview. I'm sure the CIA will love you." Moira smiled, clutching some papers in her hand.

"CIA?" Charles questioned, worried.

"The CIA are opening up a spot for a MSO, Mutant Special Operative. I thought that Ash would be a perfect fit, so I recommended her. The CIA want her right away."

"Is that right?" Charles put his fingers to his temple, letting Moira drop.

"You erased her memory, didn't you?" He nodded, nodding to Hank, who took her away. "I'm afraid I have to. CIA will be very thorough in questioning. Don't worry, I shan't erase yours. And, in fact, there was something I wanted to tell you." They stopped walking, turning to each other.

"What?"

"Raven once asked me what it was I saw in you, what was it that made you so special in my eyes. I've been waiting for a chance to answer that question, and I think that I have an answer."

"What is it?"

"You're not afraid to sacrifice yourself for others. You're extraordinary in every way, how you think, feel, you're different. You've suffered beyond people's knowledge, understand people in a way that no one else can and you're beautiful for it. I didn't want to say that you're kind, compassionate, smart, anything that could sound horribly cliché because not even those words that fit you so well could describe how truly, undefinably marvellous you truly are. You're an enigma, Ash Cyrus, and I love you for that. It's you, it'll always be you." He cupped her face, joining their lips like two pieces in a puzzle, the ferocity and passion exactly like Ash's dream as she grasped at the nape of his neck, his right hand gently grasping her waist as if she were the most precious treasure and would break at the slightest amount of pressure.