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11 December 2010 @ 06:16 pm
Fic: Diamonds Are Forever  
Title: Diamonds Are Forever
Rating: G
Summary: After Emma's death, Logan remembers.
Disclaimer: Marvel et al own, not I. Nor do I own the song.
A/N: Short fic that's been sitting on my hard drive for two years now.
The titles for the headings come from this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEygGSY9LxI. I fully recommend it.

Diamonds don't make promises

Hundreds, thousands of tiny shards floating down from the sky. Little flecks of diamond, previously known as Emma Frost, shining in the fading light.

He treads lightly; the Wolverine actually watching his step. He is afraid if he misplaces a shard, Frost won't come back.

Of course, this is a silly notion, something from an optimist who has never seen death. Frost is dead, dead as the graves that litter the earth.

Frost knew what she was doing, encasing the Phoenix, saving Jean, saving the world. She knew there was no going back, no do over button. She will not rise from the ashes.

All they do is shine in the sun

He has his dogtags. Remains of his past, a reminder of all the bad in the world.

He has a diamond shard, tucked away from prying eyes. Remains of a person, a reminder a person caught between selfishness and selflessness.

He doesn't take it out, wishing for her to come back. He isn't finding some magic to restore her. There is no remorse or grief or anger.

She did her job.

But sometimes, when One-Eye pulls Jean in for a kiss, he'd think of the diamond, because someone needed to remember her.

Little diamonds, don't you go away

He'd forgotten how imposing she could be. The room is paralyzed in shock, in fear.

"I see while I've been away Disney took over. Are we all going to start singing about happily-ever-after now?"

Scott looks like he's swallowed a fish, his eyes darting between Jean and Frost.

"There's a war, people. This is not the time to be sentimental."

Kitty is gripping the table, knuckles turning white.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Bobby, Peter, and Kitty file out. Scott is dragged by Jean, tension brewing between the pair.

"Took you long enough, Frost," he says, smirking.

She looks at him coolly, a finger rubbing lightly at her hip. "I had trouble finding a part of me."

She is falling back into routine, flicking through files on the table.

He backs out of the room, the doors shutting before him.

"Long live the Queen."
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