Too Powerful? [COMPLETED!]

35- Nothing Left

Scott:

Time ceased to exist for me. What happened after that, how I got here, seated in the Professor's office, I do not know. Have no memory of. All around me, people were talking in hushed voices, averting eyes. Hands touched my shoulders, gently, as if they could somehow lift the pain. How was that possible? How could a touch be expected to heal everything? Could a touch turn back time? Could a touch make my Love remember? Was I supposed to comfort them, the people who never even knew Alex, just because they had reached out to me?

Some tried to lift Alex out of my hands, murmuring that I needed rest, but I held on to her tightly. Couldn't they leave us alone? Didn't they understand that these stolen moments would be the last we could spend together, before Alex wakes up? When she does, would Alex want a complete stranger beside her, holding her close?

My heart squeezed painfully, but I couldn't cry anymore. My eyes were dry and swollen. My throat was parched, but I couldn't feel anything. Only a sense of loss. As if a part of me had died.

Would Alex be able to remember me? At all? Would even the slightest recognition flicker across her eyes if she saw me when she awoke?

"Scott?"

The Professor. His voice coming from far far away. I didn't respond, but continued sitting stiffly on the chair. The last time I'd sat here, Alex had been lost in thought. Now here we were again, she cradled on my lap. Alex was still sleeping; a very deep sleep. Her eyes were shut tight, but I could see them moving underneath her eyelids. She was dreaming. What was she dreaming about? Did she see me in her dreams, her subconscious mind remembering us?

"I am so sorry, Scott."

The Professor was talking again. I ran my finger gently across Alex's delicate face. Her thick eyelashes, beautifully curled upwards. I touched them gently, each and every one of them. Kissing them. Her nose, which she had always scrunched up when she was up to something. Her lips, the beautifulest shade of pink. I kissed them tenderly. Ran my fingers through her long thick hair. The Professor had continued talking, but I wasn't paying attention; memorizing Alex's face. Occasionally, I caught snippets: Accident. Plans. Sorry. Secrecy.

But those words meant nothing to me.

The Professor cleared his throat. 

"Scott, are you listening to me?" 

Silence.

"Alexandria cannot stay here. I am very sorry, Scott, but she is now... human. And no humans know the truth of our School, Scott. She... will have to go."

I stiffened, but I knew this was going to happen. Alex had to leave this place. Not only to maintain our secrecy, but also for her sake. How was she going to cope if she awoke to a place completely inhabited by mutants, not even remembering how she got here?

Still, it didn't make it any easier for me when the Professor said it. On the contrary, his words made everything seem... final.

This was really it. Both of us were parting. When Alex awakes, she would have absolutely no memory of any of this. It would be as if our paths had never crossed.

Like it was just a dream.

I trembled again, pulling Alex into a hug. Her body felt limp in my arms. I caressed her cheeks, felt her warm breath on my neck, kissed her lips. The Professor put his hand on my shoulder. There it was again. The Touch, that was supposedly helping me. Make me feel better.

But it hadn't, and it never will.

I heard Wolverine's gruff voice. I didn't even know he had been here the whole time.

"It's time, Scott. I have to take her... away... now, before she wakes up."

How fitting. How ironic. He took her into our world, now he's taking her out of it again. 

I felt Alex being taken from my grasps. Gently. Felt myself letting go of her, but I couldn't bare to see her taken away from me. I kept my eyes shut, tried to concentrate on my breathing.

Suddenly, I remembered something. 

"Logan, don't... take her back to her house. Vail, Logan. She'd... she'd be happy there."

I could hear Logan's heavy footsteps. Walking away. With the girl I loved in his arms.

Never would I argue with Alex again. Never would I have to calm her down. Never would I be able to hear her childish, innocent laugh. See her hair fly behind her as she tried to outrun me. Her little face, scrunched up in confusion. The way her eyes tilted up at the corners when she was happy. The way she tucked her hair behind her ears. My thoughts would be forever private, nobody trying to listen in to them again.

It struck me suddenly, with a heavy blow that left me reeling and gasping for air.

Alex was gone from my life. Forever.

I got up, unseeing. I was numb all over. I could see the Professor's lips moving, mumbling something, but I didn't hear anything.

My legs felt like lead as they walked down the staircases. Out into the yard. I saw Bobby and Rogue arguing. She had a bag with her. Her voice sounded choked up. Cure, I heard.

I avoided them. Went into the garage. 

There was nothing left for me here. Nothing.

My jaw clenched, I revved up my motorbike and sped away. Forcing memories behind. Tuning out, feeling nothing.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters getting smaller and smaller behind me.