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When Friends Know No Better
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She entered her apartment, releasing Lucie into the living room where she sat on the couch with the chew toy in hand. Dana looked at the grocery bag containing blank postcards, a little smile crawling across her face with the intent she had with them.
She set them on the coffee table, as she grabs a cup but as she draws water from the faucet, she noticed the dirt on the wooden floors. How it formed into tracks coming from the bottom of boots. Whoever they were, she had a feeling they were in here now. Not wanting to send Lucie into a full-on ravage mode, she quietly drank her water and slowly followed the tracks into the next room.
Shadows slowly weaved into existence as it took on the form of her sword she is so dearly familiar with. She followed it into the closed room and holding the sword in one hand. Slowly she opened the door, ready to strike.
But she wasn’t prepared for who was in the room. She wasn’t prepared to see him alive. And she stands in shock because he’s someone who had died. The one she didn’t say goodbye to.
Logan.
She realizes that the Logan she hugged back at the School was not her Logan. The real one was here in front of her, in her home. They last time they ever saw each other was the night she left. The last time she heard anything about him was on the news about his death. How she cried through it all as the details of his death poured from the screen.
But now he’s here, in the flesh. Instead of his usual leather jacket she had been so used to seeing. Now it’s reduced to a measly hoodie. She had never died in her life. Sure there were many close calls fueling her adrenaline. She didn’t know what it was like, only imagining how bad it could be to get everything back together.
“Hey,” She whispered at a loss for words as well. She wanted to do so much more than that, to scream. She was already tearing up as she did with the other Logan. So she walked up to him and hugged him. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him into an embrace of reunion, partially overwhelmed at seeing him again in so long and desperately happy to see him.
“Hi,” She repeated again, the emotions lodged in her throat.
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She sighed laying her head back against the edge. She thinks about the bad blood that not only began when he blasted off her arm, but also for the envy she held for him because he was the one Jean reciprocated feelings to. On top of that, she often was handed reports of Scott’s actions from overseas so as to create a plan of attack in order to protect citizens, both human and mutant alike. This during her time as MI5 of course.
Her stomach felt like there was a heavy pit any time she recieved such reports. He was better than her in so many ways yet he had started to stoop so low. There was no enjoyment upon knowing what he did while she was what was considered at the top. But in the end they had both fallen. Stooping low. Taking another deep breathe, she considered his words. He was right, she cared about them. She tried to do as much as she could for them in MI5, and even now she would continue to do so.
She had missed so much in their times of need. She wasn’t there when they needed her the most. She needed to be here for this one. To help them now, as a way of coming back and making up for it. This wasn’t about Scott and their bad blood. This was about helping the ones she cared for the most. Kicking Scott right where the sun didn’t shine could wait. This event couldn’t. Sighing again, calmer now, the black veins faintly visible now, she turned at him.
“You are right about me caring about them. So how can I help? I’m listening.”
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“I don’t know where to get one, but I do know who could help ....” She sighed somewhat unsure. She’s worked with him, and has always kept his word.
However the last time she had worked with him, she had her soul as a loan until their deal had been completed. Which was 20 years in the completion of the deal. Needless to say, if he could help them out, then it was worth whatever price she had to pay. All for them, Kurt, Logan, Jean and everyone else.
“Back in the 60, I met a demon, named Asmodeous. He’s a Prince of Hell and also a friend. Maybe he could not only help find out where they are, but maybe what happened to everyone else.”
“But even if we get the equipment, how are we suppose to know if I can even pull it off. My telepathy works on an entirely different level than Charles and Jean did. I never even touched the thing,” She said ruffling her hair. She wasn’t a leader, or powerful in her opinion. But she knew to take initiative and go from there. It seemed like throwing out a couple ideas seemed ok
“But since it’s similar to talking with a radio, it could work. I’m not sure if I can handle all those people. I may...need help on that,” She said hesitantly.
“If we find them though, where can we provide a safe space? We could place them at my step-dad’s. It’s not as big as Charles’ but it could be enough. At least until we find everyone.”
When Friends Know No Better