Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter XXIX: Closure

  Decades had passed. Three to be exact, and in thirty long years the face of the world, and of the mansion had changed quite a bit. Friends had come and gone during that time; some were taken from me and new ones rose to take their place. As an X-Man I watched the world be shaped by the actions of the few, and countless times we stared death in the face and refused to blink. The Vixen was just one of many supervillains that would rise and fall under the watch of the mighty X-Men, and each one that would drop would lead a path a little clearer to an era of peace and enlightenment for mutantkind.

  A future that I did not need to
face alone. In the moments after Christian’s recovery in the hospital after his near-fatal beating in The Vixen’s headquarters, a recovery based entirely around the fact that he was able to borrow my own power, the two of us quickly made a pact. Simply put, I had done much for him. I had given much of myself; my body and heart, my desires and my affections. Once the gate had been opened I had given everything to him, and had asked for very little in return. It was time that I made a demand of my own. One small request; my voice finally speaking out to request payment for all I had done. A very simple demand, yet one that would be impossible for any other person to fulfill but him.

 
  I demanded that he never leave my side, or come as close as he had that day ever again.

 
  At first, I don’t think that Christian truly understood what I was talking about. He played it off as if it was just the sweetened banter of a young woman with a heavy heart, a girl that had nearly lost the man she was prepared to be with. But for all of our time together, Christian should have known I was not a woman that gave in to idle sentiment. When I made a request of such a nature, with my tone low and my voice serious, it was practical, realistic, and beyond all else, attainable. I would not have humored impossibilities.

 
   At that point, throughout the past year much of my life had been sculpted by learning how to be like other people. To be more vocal about what I wanted, like the Headmistress. To be more open to friends and interactions, like Pixie. To be more exposed and accepting of the possibility of love, like Christian. It was ironic then in that moment in the medical wing that the entire future, both mine and his alike, rested entirely on someone being more like me. The only way for us to continue, the only way in which I would allow a future where the two of us were together, was if it was no longer finite.

 
   To that end, Christian never borrowed another mutant’s power aside from my own after that day. It was my idea, and his dedication and devotion that compelled him to agree to my terms.

 
   He had some difficulty getting used to the claws. They were a natural part of the package; with the promise of being immune to the rigors of age and a healing factor capable of restoring all but the most grievous of wounds, a pair of retractable blades from each fist was simply a part of the deal. His skill with them was lacking at first, using a weapon he had truly no training in, but we had been afforded time for me to teach him. Over long years together I worked with my lover to show him the benefits of my style of combat, not to mention how to avoid accidentally popping his claws at an inopportune moment. He had a capable working knowledge of them by the end of our first year together, but thankfully we had many more to allow him to perfect the craft.

 
  Though I imagine that focusing on Christian’s training during the past thirty years to properly use his now-permanent blades would do a gross injustice to all that had occurred otherwise. The two of us decided to stay with the X-Men after some deliberation; after The Vixen was taken down we had set ourselves aside to figure out what path our future would take. For the two of us, there was little that would ever be truly prohibited from our attentions. With the power of my regeneration flowing through both of our bodies, there was little stopping us from finding someplace nice and quiet, someplace secluded where we could live alone, away from the troubles of the world. It was something we had seriously considered, at least briefly.