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fateandfortune2017-01-20 02:48 pm
theycalledmeacurse) wrote in fateandfortune2017-01-20 02:48 pm
Beginning Again [For Leonard McCoy]
It had been one year almost to the day since she'd arrived in this universe that wasn't her own. Well, it was hers, she supposed, just not the one she'd always known, and not one where she necessarily belonged. When the timeline had reset, the war had been erased from history and lives changed beyond imagine. Some people had been born who had never existed, and some who had been born were now...
Perhaps that's why she had come into the new world as she had. While the others in that mountain temple had simply woken up in new bodies with no memory of their previous lives, she had no body to go into. There had been no Marie born in this alternate universe, no Rogue had joined the X-Men and fought for mutant rights. So here she was, in the scarred body she'd had in her original timeline, full of memories of all the atrocities humanity had committed against itself. She'd tried to step back into her old life with the X-Men, sharing with Charles more of what had happened in her world so he and the others might be more aware of the dangerous possibilities ahead, but in the end it had just been too painful to stay in the mansion. Once it had been her home, but those monsters had turned it into a prison and she would never be able to escape those memories.
It was when she'd spoken with Charles of her decision to leave that he had offered her an opportunity that she hadn't been able to refuse -- the chance to help establish a new school for mutants on the west coast. For years now, the mutant population had been growing exponentially, and there was a great need for another school to accommodate all the children who needed safety and training. The foundations were already being laid for the building, all she would have to do was supervise the construction and security plans. As the months had passed and the project progressed, though, she found herself more involved than just that, adding her own design touches and recruiting teachers and other staff for when the school opened. They were six months out now from receiving their first cohort of students, and she was surprised to find that she was genuinely excited about it.
She'd missed feeling that way. About anything.
Perhaps that's why she had come into the new world as she had. While the others in that mountain temple had simply woken up in new bodies with no memory of their previous lives, she had no body to go into. There had been no Marie born in this alternate universe, no Rogue had joined the X-Men and fought for mutant rights. So here she was, in the scarred body she'd had in her original timeline, full of memories of all the atrocities humanity had committed against itself. She'd tried to step back into her old life with the X-Men, sharing with Charles more of what had happened in her world so he and the others might be more aware of the dangerous possibilities ahead, but in the end it had just been too painful to stay in the mansion. Once it had been her home, but those monsters had turned it into a prison and she would never be able to escape those memories.
It was when she'd spoken with Charles of her decision to leave that he had offered her an opportunity that she hadn't been able to refuse -- the chance to help establish a new school for mutants on the west coast. For years now, the mutant population had been growing exponentially, and there was a great need for another school to accommodate all the children who needed safety and training. The foundations were already being laid for the building, all she would have to do was supervise the construction and security plans. As the months had passed and the project progressed, though, she found herself more involved than just that, adding her own design touches and recruiting teachers and other staff for when the school opened. They were six months out now from receiving their first cohort of students, and she was surprised to find that she was genuinely excited about it.
She'd missed feeling that way. About anything.
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Life sucked but he was used to life sucking.
He'd finally gotten a second chance to turn things around. They needed a doctor at a school where they'd be willing to provide a room if needed. It was enough to entertain Bones and eventually McCoy relented against his better judgement and set up an interview.
"Damn phone, can't work out in the middle of no where." He mumbled beneath his breath, his car haven broken down a few miles back. He finally reached the school and was a little worse for wearing. His hair was disheveled and his jacket a bit worn. His boots were muddy and he didn't at all look like he was ready for an interview.
"If I had any good sense I'd just leave." He exhaled and knocked on the large doors, knowing that he was late for his appointment. Later, he'd find a good bar and a glass of whisky but for now it was time to try and restart his life for the second time.
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Rogue sighed and crossed her arms, pacing the length of the room before unfolding her arms and sighing again, crossing back to where she'd begun. Another ten minutes and she was giving up on him. There were other doctors, surely she could find one who--
Knock knock knock. "Oh, thank the lord," she muttered under her breath, glad that she could at least give him a chance to explain why he was so late. Because she wanted him to work out, he'd sounded perfect on paper, but she also wasn't willing to cut corners when it came to the school. So best of luck passing the interview, doctor.
Moving through the large open foyer to the front door, she opened it with an expectant expression that became inquisitive as she took in the state of him. "Dr. McCoy?" Somehow seeing his state of dishevelment just made her feel like her own appearance was too perfect, the pressed black suit and styled hair too unlike her usual self. Somehow... it was a point in his favor.
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"Yeah" He drew out the word a little longer than he needed too. "The car broke down a few miles down the road." Which at least explained the mess he was in. "Not the best for an interview." He was at least realistic; god he needed a drink.
"Look, I feel like I've been chewed up and spit out. Can I just use your bathroom for a few minutes?" Then she can kick him out and tell him that he didn't get the job.
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"Of course," she answered simply, keeping her expression clear of her current thought process. Stepping back to let him inside, she gestured with an arm to the grand staircase at the opposite end of the lobby. "It's just to the right of the stairs, you can't miss it. I'll be in here," another gesture to the sitting room off the foyer, "when you're finished."
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"Don't want to be making a mess. Mind if I keep this here?" It was dirty, he'd dropped it a few times along the path. He was in shape but he hadn't been expected to walk that far. "I promise I won't be long."
It was rude to keep a lady waiting.
McCoy turned towards the bathroom down and quickly disappeared to make himself presentable. He took off his jacket and button down and dried off the sweat. His button down was ruined but there was little he could do about that. He didn't have a change of clothes. After running some water through his hair he slipped his shirt and jacket back on. He wasn't in the best condition but it was the best he could do with what he had.
With an exaggerated sign he pushed open the bathroom door and headed towards the sitting room. "It usually isn't in me to make a Lady wait, sorry about that." He extended a hand to her. "Leonard McCoy Mam."