Title: Too Late
Author: Silver ([email protected])
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/main characters: Cyclops/Gambit
Series/Sequel: complete
Summary: Slash.
Disclaimer: Marvel's?
Date: Aug 2001
Archive/distribution: Silver's Domain,Logan&Remy, WCG archive. Anyone else? Want? Ask, take, have.
Notes: For Johnny and Meg, though this will be the first either will see it...
Mostly AU, but based heavily on the movie. Told from Scott's POV.
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Too Late
By Silver
You all remember me as the brave one. Strong, protective, unyielding. I wasn't brave, I was a coward. I couldn't tell you how I truly felt. My girlfriend didn't know, my best friends didn't know, Xavier himself didn't have a clue. And you, did you know? Did you have a hunch? I certainly never knew how you felt. But now, it's too late. If I hadn't been a coward, if I hadn't been so damn scared to reveal my feelings, we'd have been together, if only for a short time, but no use dwelling on that.
I loved everything about you. I still do. Your eyes, how they literally would glow, especially in the darkness. Your body, lithe, willowy, graceful, but with a strength that was amazingly deadly. Your face, all planes and angles, looking for all the world as if carved from marble. No one knows how much I sometimes loved my visor. Loved and loathed it at the same time. I could stare at you, study you, your body, your movements, your lips; but I never got to see you in true color. That's another regret, never having seen you in all your colorful glory. You: a beautiful mythological deity, you don't know how much I wanted to worship you.
It hurt me when you learned I'd died. I was watching when Jean and Logan carried my battered bloodstained body to the mansion. I was watching, in color, seeing the light playing over your body, shining through your silky hair. Your beautiful eyes stared in disbelieving shock as you shook your
head, denying the fact I was gone. I watched as Jean transfered her hold on me to Rogue and tried to comfort you, but you would have none of it.
You raced to your room, up the stairs, slamming your door so hard the paintings downstairs rattled in their place on the wall. Once in your room I watched as you sobbed into your pillow, salty tears streaming from your alien eyes. Whispering my name like a mantra, shaking your head, ragged
gasps for breath forcing their way from your lungs, your chest heaving. I wanted to cry. Cry for a lost chance, cry for you, cry for your pain.
And then, to add insult to injury, you whispered three words. Three words that broke my heart. "I Love You." You love me. Great, admit it once I'm gone. Admit it when I can't repeat the words back to you, looking into your face, touching your skin. Well, now that it's too late, I'll gather my courage and tell you that I love you.
I love you, Remy.
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