The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."

She was striking, in as many ways as a young woman, like herself, could be. Her qualities and dazzling bewilderment brought beauty to her tired eyes, that were decorated underneath with a faint purple. Though her mind was hardly ever there; she often found herself caught up in her dream like fantasies, always left wondering on the unknown. [AFTER X-MEN: APOCALYPSE] All Rights Reserved to kurttwagner, 2016 ⓒ ***We do not own any of the 'X-Men' franchise's characters/details, or anything else that is closely related to 'X-Men' and its creators; however, we do take credit for our character Laurel Creed, and what we do add to the plot line of this story.***

"Take me up, seal the door. I don't want to march here anymore. I realize that this line is dead, So I'll follow you instead." In which the mutant Alexa Nicolaou believes she's nothing but a mistake and Hank McCoy has to convince her she's anything but. [ X-MEN: FIRST CLASS ] © hankmcjoy 2016